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The Bat and The Bird. Chapter Two
🕑 Added 2019-10-28 01:00:12 +0000 UTCA few days after their rooftop affair, Harper is visited by Kate who invites her to move into her home. A desperately submissive Harper agrees and enjoys the first night of her life as Kate's personal fuck-pet.
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“What? Fuck no!”
Harper paused in her apartment, stopping and setting down the stack of laundry onto the old broken chair standing by the window into her dank little home. She switched her phone to her other ear and scowled out of the window. “You know I couldn’t afford college even if I wanted to go, why are you asking that?”
She raised a brow and eyed a nice car that had just pulled up outside the building. “Wayne? Why the fuck would he pay for me to go?”
“I’m not asking for charity… Sure the guy paid me for that work I did… Cullen I’m not going to waltz up to Bruce fucking Wayne and ask him to pay for me to go to college.”
There was a knock at her door, and she swore, “Look… no… look Cullen I’ve got someone at the door I’ve gotta go. Yeah… yeah you take care too.” She sighed and snapped the phone shut, slipping it into her pocket and stepping up to the door.
She froze as she swung it open, looking up at the pale woman standing over her. She was beautiful and a little bit scary, with paper-white skin and bright scarlet hair cut into a short bob. She was dressed casually, jeans and a plain red shirt under an old leather jacket, but Harper didn’t doubt the woman’s shoes alone would have paid a few weeks rent for her.
“Who are you?” she asked, frowning defensively.
The woman raised a brow behind her dark sunglasses, looking Harper over before sighing and offering a small smile. “Kate Kane.”
“Harper Row.” Harper replied simply. “What do you want?”
“To talk about your training.”
Harper frowned, confused, before realisation dawned and she gasped. “Oh! Oh fuck! I’m sorry I didn’t…”
“It’s alright.” Kate smiled, “May I come in?”
“Yeah! Yeah come in!” Harper nodded quickly before gasping again. “Wait… no! I… oh… fuck.” She groaned as Kate turned back to her, looking confused. Harper swore under her breath and shut the door. “S… sorry about the mess.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Kate replied calmly, sitting on Harper’s bed and looking around her room. Harper’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. She tried to kick some dirty laundry out of sight under her work desk.
“So… Kate Kane.” She said lamely, “Um… any relation to Cass?”
“Different Canes.” Kate said, shaking her head. She took off her sunglasses and hooked them over her shirt. “I had a little trouble tracking you down, aren’t you supposed to be living with a foster family up north?”
“My brother is.” Harper shrugged awkwardly, “We got emancipation from our dad but… I can’t take care of him, not really. I used to work with Gotham electric, but we were only scraping by and then… he got attacked and I lost my job, so…” she trailed off and folded her arms uncomfortably over her chest. “It’s better this way, he’s better off.”
She sat next to Kate, trembling as a soft pale hand slipped around her shoulders. “You said he was attacked?”
“He’s gay, they came into our home and cut his hair, carved ‘fag’ into his head.” Harper sniffed. “I was wasting time at some stupid fucking Wayne gala, stealing desserts whilst the rich cunts talked about tearing this place down.”
“Is that why you do what we do?”
“Nah. I just wanted to help.” Harper smiled weakly, blushing as Kate’s fingers toyed with the light fuzz of hair at the back of her scalp. “Even saved the big guy’s life.”
Kate smirked. “He didn’t tell me that.”
“Why would he? He’s batman.” Harper grinned, pleased to have earned a laugh, “Getting saved by some narrows kid probably bruised his ego some.”
Kate laughed and nodded, pulling Harper close and kissing the top of her head. “I came to see who you are out of the mask, and to show you who I am.”
“Do you like what you see?” Harper hummed coquettishly, hand toying with the neckline of Kate’s shirt.
“Always, sweetheart.” Kate purred, petting her chin fondly. “But this place isn’t good for you.”
“What do you mean?” Harper scowled, “Just cause I’m not living in a fucking penthouse?”
Kate growled softly, taking her by the jaw and squeezing. Harper whimpered, instantly submissive, staring up at her lover’s dark eyes. “You cannot operate out of this place. You have nowhere to store your equipment safely, you cannot properly maintain it, you cannot train, you cannot become better.” She said firmly before sighing and petting Harper’s cheek. “I’d like you to come live with me, my place has all the space and equipment you could need.”
She pushed a soft kiss onto Harper’s trembling lips, “And of course, I could continue your other education at my leisure.”
Harper’s resistance melted with a whimper, her hands taking Kate by the hips as she was pushed down onto her bed and felt a thigh spread her legs. Kate’s lips were hot against her skin as she was lain on her back, trembling as long pale fingers roamed under her shirt and drew it up over her head. She let out a soft gasp as those bright red lips explored her naked flesh, and as those fingers undid her bra and tossed it across the room.
“Batwoman… K… Kate?” Harper mewed. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright.” Kate breathed, toying with a nipple. “The door’s shut, no one can hear you.”
“T… the walls are kinda thin.”
Kate paused, lips against Harper’s earlobe, before sighing. She moved and pressed a finger to Harper’s lips. “Then shut up.” Harper pouted and then gasped as a pale hand slipped under her jeans and pressed snug against her panties.
Kate’s finger moved aside and joined the others to caress her cheek as an immaculately manicured thumb slipped between her lips. Harper’s body rolled submissively as Kate probed her pussy, she was so eager to be pleased, so eager to show how much she loved Kate’s touch. She’d never felt like this before. Never felt so submissive and desperate for approval. Kate’s perfume made her knees go weak. Her touch made her tremble. Her taste made her melt.
Her lashes fluttered as Kate’s fingers slipped past her panties and deep inside her, mouth still plugged by Kate’s thumb. Her fingers were clinging to Kate’s jacket, holding onto dark leather for dear life as expert precision brought her to a soft, quiet orgasm that left her blushing shyly up at her new lover.
Kate slipped her hand from her cheek to her chest and placed a soft kiss on her quivering lips.
“Come live with me, Harper Row, and I won’t just make you a better hero, I’ll make you a whole new woman.”
Harper whimpered and nodded immediately.
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“No patrol tonight Batwoman?” Oracle asked, watching as Kate hammered at a training dummy, making the whole thing shake before sending it spinning across the floor with a particularly vicious kick.
“Not tonight.” Kate sighed, brushing her hair back behind her mask. “Tonight, we’re training.”
“We?”
“Harper isn’t good enough to be out in the field alone and Bruce is too busy with the nine other kid protégé’s he’s adopted this week.” Kate sighed, picking up the dummy and slinging it over against the wall. “She’s going to be training with me.”
“Batwoman and the Bluebird.” Oracle nodded, “It has a ring to it. Where’s Harper now?”
“Sleeping. I’ve moved her into my spare room.”
“She left the narrows?”
“She needed a place she could actually operate out of.” Kate shrugged, “I’m on call, obviously. But I’m calling it a night.”
“Got it, see you tomorrow night.”
Kate pursed her lips as the screen went blank, Harper would most likely be waiting for her by now. It was time to change into her other suit.
-o-o-o-
Harper turned as she heard the door open, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.
“K… Kate? Hi, sorry I just… let myself in, I needed to talk to you and…” she blushed, trailing off as she turned to see Kate. Any anxieties she had felt about sneaking into Kate’s bedroom were suddenly all focussed on the riding crop held in Kate’s gloved hand.
Seeing Kate in all black had been the first few weeks of their bizarre relationship, but there was a league’s distance between the form-fitting body armour of the Batwoman and the sleek black latex Kate was squeezed into now. Harper blushed like a schoolgirl and flapped her mouth wordlessly for a few moments before swallowing and trying again.
“K… Kate?” She managed. Her voice had gone high and squeaky somehow, it made Kate smile and that only made things worse.
“Hello, kitten.” Kate purred, patting her palm with the riding crop with each slow step she took towards Harper. “You snuck into my room.”
“I… I… was just.”
“Being… naughty.” Kate breathed, snapping the crop down on the bed hard enough to make Harper squeak and take a half-step back. “Did you think there would be no rules when you’re living under my roof?”
“I didn’t… I mean… I just…”
“Take off your clothes.”
Harper went as red as Kate’s hair, fingers tugging at her shirt. Kate flexed the crop, a severe expression on her face. “Take… off… your… clothes.”
“Y… yes!” Harper nodded, hastily yanking her shirt over her head and unzipping her jeans, stepping out of them, but pausing as she caught Kate’s eyes. “Um… I… I really didn’t mean to sneak in… I just needed to talk… to… you.” she trailed off and shed her underwear under Kate’s steely gaze. She hugged her waist nervously as Kate stepped close.
“Arms… down.” She said softly. “Back… straight.”
Harper gulped and obeyed, putting her arms at her sides and standing properly. Kate continued to prowl around her, crop in hand. “Better.” She said, “Now, hands behind your back, feet together. And show me a smile.”
“Is… um, is there a reason for all this?” Harper asked slowly, folding her hands behind the small of her back and bringing her heels together.
“Discipline.” Kate said simply, cocking a leather-bound hip and smiling. “You will need to obey my orders in the field when I give them without question, I don’t see why that shouldn’t stop in the bedroom.”
“It’s like having a drill instructor.”
Kate smiled wryly. “Speaking from experience, this is much more pleasant.”
Harper’s breath hitched as the riding crop tapped against her belly. Kate smiled at her blush and moved close, all hardness and stern dominance replaced with a tender smile. She took Harper’s cheek and she kissed her forehead. “K… Kate.”
“You are my guest, Harper.” Kate breathed. “If you want me to stop, tell me to. I can be your mistress, if you want, but if it’s too much, if you’re uncomfortable, I can be something else.”
“No… no I want… like on the rooftop.” Harper whined, “And in my room… I want this.”
“Give me a safe word.” Kate smiled, petting her hair.
“I… I… um… b…blue… berries?” Harper managed.
Kate raised a brow and chuckled. “That will do, Harper. Very nicely.” Harper blushed, pleased that she’d managed to at least pull something vaguely cute out of her ass, before letting out a sharp squeak as Kate grabbed her ear. The steel in her eyes was back.
“Now if you’re finished screwing around, I need to blow off some steam and that is the exact purpose I keep you here for.” Kate growled, leading her to the bed and sitting down. Harper whined as she was led down and draped over Kate’s lap. “You’ve been a naughty girl, kitten. Naughty girls need to be punished.”
She landed her palm on Harper’s rear with a satisfying smack, making Harper squeak and bite her lip in anticipation of the next strike. She managed to hold back her moans until the fifth spank, groaning with arousal and rubbing her thighs together as she lay resting over Kate’s knees.
Kate hissed through her teeth and held her cheek in her palm, kneading her soft, padded flesh and tutting sternly. “You’re enjoying your punishment a little too much, kitten.”
“I’m sorry Kate.” Harper whined, chewing her lip as Kate played with her asscheek, spreading her wide and admiring her slick, eager pussy before patting her softly.
“That name is for when we are not training, kitten.” She breathed huskily. “When I am teaching, you will call me Ma’am.”
“Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am.” Harper cooed as Kate gave her one last slap before her hands pushed between her thighs. “Oh fuck!”
Kate’s fingers circled her petals teasingly, her spare hand playing with Harper’s hair. By the time she made a move Harper was practically writhing in Kate’s lap, red-faced with frustration. Kate’s hand disappeared for a moment, leaving Harper in suspense, before it returned slathered in lube and pushed a finger into her ass. Harper squeaked and jumped in Kate’s lap, earning a stern tut as she was pushed firmly back down. “Stay.”
“B… But… nyah… I’ve never…”
“Which is why we’re starting slow.” Kate said quietly. “Now hush.”
Harper whimpered as Kate’s finger gently flexed inside her, pulling back and forth with slow strokes. It didn’t take long for discomfort to melt into arousal, Harper’s whimpers growing all the more lustful as Kate stroked her long fingers up and down her spine. Soon the heat between her legs was unbearable, her cunt made into a hot, stick mess without Kate so much as breathing on it.
When Kate pushed her back onto her knees and took her cheeks in her palms, Harper was almost sobbing to be fucked, panting submissively as Kate admired the mess she’d made the usually strong and confident girl. “If you want to cum tonight, you’ll have to earn it.” Kate purred, making Harper’s cheeks flush even darker as her hands trailed down to tease the girl’s rosy nipples.
Harper trembled as Kate motioned for her to stand, legs turned to jelly as Kate stood and towered over her, taking up her crop again. She spun and squeaked as Kate pushed her against the wall, smoothly cuffing her hands above her head. “You are going to be my whore tonight, Harper Row.” She growled, biting Harper’s ear gently, leaving behind only small pale marks. “Other nights, I may choose to make you my lover, or my servant, or perhaps my pet… you will learn to love subjugation, you will crave it.”
“Yes Ma’am.” Harper nodded meekly. “Please ma’am.”
Kate smiled and took her by the jaw, kissing her cheek as her free hand danced its way down her hip. “One day, if you’ve impressed me in every role I give you… I may even let you choose which to play in.”
Harper bit her lip and nodded silently, shivering in the cool air of the bedroom as Kate opened one of her closets. Harper would come to know the contents of that closet very well in the coming months, the sound of it opening and Kate’s soft humming as she chose which toys to use to play with Harper would make the girl quiver with excitement on the spot. But this first time she just shivered in anticipation.
Kate draped a soft loop of fabric around Harper’s eyes and pulled it tight, tying it off and smiling once she was certain Harper was entirely blind. Harper looked around uselessly as Kate began preparing her, fastening two snug leather things around her ankles, and pinching her nipples with something cold and metal. Harper moaned as Kate’s fingers slipped into her mouth, opening her mouth wide and slipping a hard rubber ball-gag into her. By the time she was done, Harper was stuck in place, ankles locked to the floor, hands hooked onto the wall high above her, the most she could do was to wiggle her hips in place. She was entirely at Kate’s mercy.
“There we go, whore.” Kate rasped. “Now we can begin.”
“Mhhhhm?” Harper hummed wordlessly, turning her head towards Kate’s voice.
She heard the riding crop before it hit her, but only by a moment. She’d frowned, wondering what the sharp swishing sound was, before squeaking into her gag as the broad leather head thwacked against her cheek. Another strike landed on her other cheek, and soon Harper’s rear was criss-crossed with sharp red lines. She was almost dripping with need when the last strike landed squarely between her legs, it wasn’t as hard a hit as the ones that had rained down on her ass, but it was hardly gentle. Harper squeaked into her gag, knees turning inward as Kate chuckled and stroked her reddened cheeks.
“You’re making a mess, whore.”
“Hmmaaa.” Harper managed weakly, lashes fluttering under the blindfold as Kate slipped something hard and warm between her thighs, rubbing against her sopping cunt. God Harper prayed it was a dildo. She was almost mad with the need to be fucked harder than she ever had before.
Kate obliged, spearing Harper with a single gentle thrust of her hips and laughing as Harper moaned wetly into her gag. Her hands tensed and untensed above her as she whined and drooled into the gag, a thin strand of saliva dangling from her lips to her chest as Kate took her hips and began to roll herself against her red and sore backside.
Harper’s eyes crossed as Kate sheathed the full length of the dildo inside her, a delighted whimper bubbling out around the gag as she pushed herself eagerly back against Kate. Pale hands moved from her hips, one pressing against her belly, the other against her heaving chest. Harper was almost certain Kate could feel the frantic beating of her poor submissive heart as her palm pressed against her.
Her thrusts grew in speed and ferocity with every passing second, her hands clawing at Harper’s helpless body. Harper, blind, mute and blushing like a schoolgirl, was in heaven. She was nothing to Kate, nothing but convenient flesh to be played with. Kate didn’t care about her, all she cared about was how she could best use her for her own pleasure. Harper was a toy, and she needed to be Kate’s favourite plaything in a base, feral way that scared her as much as it drove her insane with pleasure.
She squealed with the first orgasm of the night, eyes lolling in her head as she was pounded. If Kate had noticed, she didn’t show she cared. It took all of Harper’s willpower to stay conscious, every cell of her body was begging for release even as her arousal oozed down her inner thighs. Sleep was clawing at her, trying to draw her into submission so complete she would simply fall into Kate’s arms, to be her whore even as she slept.
She whined weakly through the gag, forcing her head to one side and hoping Kate saw her. A strong, warm hand patted her cheek and she smiled, mumbling softly.
“Is it too much?” Kate whispered, lips seeming to be just millimetres away from her skin.
Harper shook her head but mumbled again. “Here, come down.” Kate sighed; Harper could almost hear the smile on her lips. She let out a low groan of relief as Kate unhooked her arms from their place on the wall, stumbling and almost falling as her ankles were freed as well. She tumbled into Kate’s arms and cooed to herself as she was brought down into the older woman’s lap. Kate slipped back inside her easily, her hands taking Harper and guiding her up and down the slick black rod.
The moans and mews filled the room again as Harper was bounced on Kate’s cock, burbling delightedly into the gag. It was easier to focus now she was nestled in Kate’s arms, and Harper threw herself back into showing just how desperately aroused she was by her treatment.
“Mwahha.” She groaned to a sharp smack to her ass, craning her neck back to push back against Kate’s chest, feeling the soft latex press against her back and hot, pale skin brush against her hair.
“Aren’t we eager to please, Whore?” Kate growled lustfully, hands abandoning Harper’s hips and leaving her to bounce herself. Apparently, the metal clasps pinching Harper’s nipples were connected by a chain, because Kate was suddenly tugging at them at once, a sharp pain flaring in her chest before Kate’s soft, gentle hands began to knead at them, replacing pain with warm pleasure.
“If you think you’re impressing me, you need to think again.”
Harper groaned and bounced herself a little faster, mustering all her strength, desperate to please. She was flagging, exhausted and overwhelmed by pleasure, perhaps Kate sensed this because she took her by the hips and rolled her onto her front, her weight pinning Harper to the bed.
“If you can’t be bothered to try. I’ll have to do all the work myself!”
Harper burbled into the mattress of Kate’s bed, cheek pressed down, ass stuck up for Kate to pound at her leisure. Kate growled with lust and set herself the task of breaking in Harper for good. She groaned after a few moments, lifting a leg and pressing her boot heel down against the back of Harper’s head, pushing her down and making her moan even more submissively.
It took mere moments for Harper to break.
It was too much. It was too good. Harper whined, eyes squeezing closed, arms going limp. She let out one last coo of bliss as Kate’s boot pushed tighter against her scalp and lost consciousness, cumming one last time as she fell asleep.
-o-o-o-
Harper blinked awake in an unfamiliar bed, sitting up and rubbing her eyes in confusion. The room was larger than her whole apartment, the bed alone would have filled her kitchen. She glanced down and blushed to herself, seeing the soft, semi-transparent nightdress she’d been put in.
She stood and frowned, the room was oddly empty, but there were two suitcases by the door. There was a note. She frowned and cautiously picked it up.
“Don’t get dressed, come to me first.”
Harper swallowed, memories rushing back to her that made her blush.
She tugged at the hem of her nightdress and quietly stepped out to meet her mistress. Kate was lounging on a couch, a book in one hand, a mug of coffee in the other. She glanced over and smiled, seeing Harper nervously standing in the doorway.
“Good morning. How do you feel?”
Harper hugged her waist awkwardly before starting and taking the posture Kate had instructed her to use that night. She folded her hands behind her back and smiled shyly. “Really good, Ma’am. Last night was… it was amazing.”
Kate grinned and stood up. “You can call me Kate, Harper. We’re not training.” she stepped up to the kitchen counter and started looking through cupboards. “Coffee?”
“Y… yes, please.” Harper nodded, padding slowly into the room and swallowing as Kate came back towards her, pushing a steaming mug into her hands. “Um… I… did I fall asleep?”
“In my bed.” Kate laughed, “You looked adorable, but I did need to clean you up.”
“I’m… sorry.”
Kate paused and smiled, taking her cheeks and kissing her. “Don’t be, sweetheart. Last night was more than I had hoped for our first real time. You were wonderful.”
Harper blushed happily and sat down beside Kate on the couch, leaning against her and sighing. “Is… is it always going to be like this.” She asked softly, enjoying Kate’s fingers toying with her soft blue hair. “We fight and train and… and fuck, at night. And at day we’re… what?”
“Friends?” Kate offered. “Partners?”
“I’ll try and make you proud.” Harper mumbled shyly, blushing as Kate stroked her scalp.
“So, you enjoyed being my whore… what would you like to try next?” Her mistress purred, making Harper shiver with anticipation.
Whore. Lover. Servant. Pet.
Kitten.
Comments
Bluewing
Thank you very much, i love them as a pairing so we'll probably see more of them in the future.
Richard Reid
This is really good, and hits pretty much all my favorite aspects of bondage and a loving dom/sub relationship. I'd love more between them,
