BatLasse knew she was fucked, both literally and metaphorically.
It had started almost a year ago when she’d been fighting Mr. Mezmo, one of the many in her gallery of rouges. At the time it hadn’t seemed anything particular, just another fight, another defeat for the villain’s henchmen, another escape for the villain himself when things seemed to be going against him.
It was only a few weeks later that she noticed things had changed. Things like her erotic dreams, increased occurrences of masturbating, her mind starting to wander and daydream, and a growing interest in fashion and makeup.
By the time she’d figured out what was going on, it was too late. Each time she tried to tell someone about it, she found herself going off on some tangent and never coming back to it.
Three months later, she was a complete mess. Everyone on the team were worried about her, so when she said she was taking some time off, they all thought that was a great idea.
She spent the first few weeks of her “break” making changes to her life. Moving to a new condo, getting her hair dyed, buying a complete new wardrobe, going out clubbing every weekend, having one night stands with random guys she met.
One thing didn’t change though, she was still working out in the gym every day.
It was at the six month mark that she’d gone to the plastic surgeon for her breast implants.
She moved several more times after that, making it hard for anyone from her old life to find her, until finally, here she was.
She wasn’t exactly sure where here was, but she knew it was where she was supposed to be.
“BatLasse!” a familiar voice called out and her eyes flew open.
Mr. Mezmo stood in front of her and her whole body quivered as her nipples hardened and a giant smile crossed her lips, “Hello Sir, I’m ready for you now.”
Another shiver ran over her as he nodded his head. She swayed her hips as she walked towards him, grabbing her tits and pushing them together, she stood directly in front of him.
“Sir, may I have permission to suck your cock now?” she asked.
He nodded again and she dropped to her knees, her hands fumbling with his pants until they were around his ankles and her lips were wrapped around his dick.
She sucked him all the way into her throat, then bobbed up and down the length of his shaft several times before holding him in, titled her head back and looked directly up at him with reverence.
He reached down and plucked her mask from her face, but it didn’t matter, all that mattered was the cock between her lips and so she started bobbing again.
BatLasse knew she was fucked, and she couldn’t wait to get his cock into her pussy ASAP.
