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5.
The dream returned again…from my ‘tween’ years…I slept and re-lived…
Karl, Uncle Karl, nearly thirty years older than me knew how to fuck…behind me now, holding, pulling, pushing all at once…mirrors, me as a very young, slender BatGirl, then somehow in a torn witch costume, then in a Cinderella-princess gown, always with Karl watching me…in between each thrust I moaned, almost shrieking when I came, ‘Uncle Karl, I am yours, I want to be yours, I want you to teach me!!’
He knew how to fuck my pussy, my mouth, and now I knew he was just as talented in my no-longer-virgin ass…
Dr. Heard wanted to shift the sessions into a different pace to understand my feelings being sexually educated by about my dad’s boss, Karl, or ‘Uncle Karl’ as I was made to call him. Now, in the fifth session, I found myself looking forward to reviewing my past with Dr. Heard for my benefactor, Harold. It was clear that Harold was also meeting separately with Dr. Heard to learn the degrading origins of my sexuality. I didn’t mind. If this went well, Harold promised to present me with a large lump-sum commission and make me a benefactor to his modest estate.
I found myself annoyed that I had to organize my affairs around three of these sessions a week, but I made the most of it. I’d been so turned on after the sessions that I was seeing my black fuck-friend named King Cobra, or “King,” after most of the sessions. I was always turned on afterwards and wanted a nasty black cock as a release. Dr. Heard and I had played during the first session and his receptionist, Nancy, a good-looking tall blonde middle age divorce’ and full-on Las Vegas MILF, and I had played without Dr. Heard’s knowledge on several occasions since the first session. I also hooked her up with King and she was fast becoming a regular part of his entourage and was clearly getting her brains fucked out several times a week.
“This week I would like to talk about your first few months with Karl,” Dr. Heard requested.
“Ok, fine. At first, he disciplined me and warned me all the time. He was paranoid, rightfully so, that I would tell on us. Tell on him. I remember that he saw a police car drive by the house a few minutes before I arrived after school one day and he was convinced I had told on him. He spanked me and slapped my face before was convinced it was a coincidence.” I exhaled at the memory of the low point in the relationship.
“What happened after he accepted that the authorities were not going to interrupt your afternoon?”
“Well, on that day Karl slapped me a few times and spanked me and then tore off my cotton panties and mounted me from behind on the floor of the front room. He fucked me and came and then told me that our playtime was over until he was sure everything was ok.”
“When did you resume more normal, ah what did you call it…‘playtimes’?”
“Two days later, on a Friday evening. He picked me up behind my house and drove me to his house and we played all night long.”
“Really, how did that work? Did he slap you?”
“No, that passed and he rarely actually physically disciplined me. There was no need, he knew I was his. I think he began to trust me and know how much I was into our…ah relationship.” I paused and looked up and away before looking into Dr. Heard’s perverse deep eyes. I now firmly believed that he was a wanta-be perv- one who wished he could, but never would. I thought- and this is as close as you will ever get, I smiled as I continued.
“Well, at that point he was still fucking my mom and he knew her schedule. I guess he also figured out that if my mom was still fucking him and the cops hadn’t found him than I was telling the truth about keeping silent. So, one night he slipped a note under my door on his way out and told me to be ready fifteen minutes after my mom left for her nurse shift at one of the hospitals she was using to get her intern hours. This was actually one of the first times we had an all-nighter. Most of our longer sessions went pretty much the same. I either showed up after school or he picked me up near my house. Then I went home late that night or sometime the next morning. Either way, I was home or at school and where I should have been when mom was off work.”
“Extraordinary. You sometimes played over night and then before school? I am astonished.”
I smiled a wicked grin. “Yes, as things progressed he and I really loved screwing and stretching me out before school. Karl was also seriously into the “School-girl” look. He seemed to love that one the most.”
“What was your favorite umm, look? Costume? Ahh, role-play? Help me out, what did you call it?”
“We didn’t really call it anything other than playtime. Now I would call it sex-theme. I think my favorite was anything that involved my clothes being ruined. The sheer lust of the moment resulting in ruing the outfit was exciting.”
“So, this was to be your first over-night playtime?”
“Yes.”
Dr. Heard scribbled something in his notes. “And what happened?”
Well, actually the whole thing was like an extended after-school playtime except for one thing.” I paused and a rare shadow of embarrassment washed over me.
“What? What happened?”
“I tasted my mom’s cunt on his cock,” I exclaimed in a crude and matter-of-fact manner.
“Oh, my. How did that make you feel.’
I looked down at my patent leather heels and noticed a white stain from some kind of spill and ruled it a splash of cum from someone that I hadn’t noticed before. I let the emotions pass. “Actually, I felt a lot of things. I confused for a split second until I realized that he’d fucked my mom about an hour before I got in his car and swallowed his cock. Then I realized he’d planned this and I felt used and angry. Then I felt compelled to impress him. I worked him extra hard and deep with my throat. I did well enough that he had me stop a block before we pulled into his garage. I almost made him cum. I think it was jealousy, but that was the only time I tasted my mom, ever.”
“I see. Did it ever bother you after that?”
“No, he told me and I believed that he was screwing her to be with me. I now believe that he was just enjoying himself with both of us in differing ways.”
“Interesting. So, in general, you just moved on?”
“Exactly.’
“Ok, so tell me about how the relationship with Karl progressed.”
I had grown two inches in six months. I hit a growth spurt and my boobs quickly developed. At my birthday my chest was still flat as a table, but my “special shots,” my birth control, along with the frequent sex quickly yielded some peachfuzz around my pussy and small boobs.
Karl would occasionally call it a ‘Cunt,’ but mostly he referred to it as a pussy. I also liked him calling it a ‘fuckhole’ before and during a fuck. It was about six months past my birthday party and he had taught me a great deal. I was only slapped or spanked during sex.
Karl and I had another all-nighter that began just after my mom watched me finish some take-out diner before she went to earn nurse hours.
I knew this time was going to be different on the way to his house. Tinted windows or not, I almost always hid in the back seat on the way to his house, but this time kept me up front and had my hands wrapped around his dick all the way to his house. Then after we entered he had me strip. Karl fucked me standing up and facing the TV as an old Batman episode played. He came while BatGirl was on the screen. Of course, I came several times too.
We rested and watched some more Batman TV shows and that put both of us in the mood. I didn’t know it, but this was to be the last ‘BatGirl Day.’ I loved the golden cape and the tight shiny purple suit. The costume was exactly like the old TV show, but it was probably a bit small for me.
About seven that night, I put the finishing touches on my makeup before putting on the purple and black BatGirl helmet with auburn hair curling out of the sides. Karl made me watch the old Batman TV show and I looked like a short BatGirl.
There were times when he needed a break where we did somewhat normal things, but often, especially when Batgirl or Catwoman was on a TV episode, Karl would have me suck his dick or slowly fuck me as I sat on his lap and watched. As a result, I still have a reaction, a deep pulse of awakening in my pussy, when I see even a few seconds of anything related to the old Batman TV shows.
This was a big day. Like I said, my mom was on a twenty-four-hour shift across the LA basin, and planned to stay with a nurse colleague near the hospital so, Karl had me to himself until Sunday morning. I was trebling with excitement as I put on extra mascara.
Karl got into the act a bit this time. He was dressed as a two-faced vigilante character from one of the movies (Karl was blonde) and wore a specially tailored suit.
After I was perfect, I came out to the living room and Karl was in his suit and said, “You’ll never catch me Batgirl!” Then he ducked around the corner and I began to chase him. He ran down the hallway and opened the basement door and escaped. I hadn’t ever been to the basement. I remembered him telling me that I would probably like it, but as I turned to peer into the darkness that surrounded the stone steps that led downward, I was scared for a moment. Karl sensed my apprehension and yelled out “Ha-ha, I told you you’ll never catch me!” I knew I was supposed to go after him, so I quickly ran down to the bottom. Even back then, I was great in heels.
At the bottom of the stairs I saw a closed curtain and a small hallway that turned a corner. The place was lit by dim bulbs and was very dark. It looked like a ‘secret layer’ from the TV shows. “Neat” I thought as I began my search. I paused a moment and realized I had no real weapons, not even hand-cuffs, and realized that I was probably going to become a prisoner, just like the TV show, except where the TV show stopped, this would not. I felt my heart and my pussy pound in synchronized anticipation.
I came around a corner and felt him grab me from behind by the silky cape. I choked a little as he pulled me back to him in a brutal manner. Karl used his much larger size to subdue me. He cupped my face and pulled me up to his chest and he turned to carry me behind the curtain. Like other times we had played, I kicked and struggled the way he liked. I liked it too. He used real police handcuffs to bind me until he could strap me into a giant metal ‘X’ that was attached to the floor and the ceiling with some sort of complicated cable and pulley system. I was so short that the center of the X was well above my hips, almost to my shoulder blades.
I looked around and saw that here, as with my bedroom, Karl had installed mirrors so that almost every angle could be seen. There was a small examination table, there was a black padded saw-horse rack, and a wall of drawers. Red bulbs and low-powered candle-like bulbs and about twenty actual candles were the only light. I thought to myself, ‘so this is the basement…no wonder it was secret.’
Karl, totally into the role now, said in a menacing voice, “You are mine BatGirl! Now, I am not even going to ask you any questions, I am just going to punish you. I am going to teach you a lesson that the Bat-man will never forget. I am going to fuck you and use you. Then I am going to take off that mask and see who you really are.” Karl stepped to me and opened his pants and began stroking himself as he looked at me. I was his nasty perv-porn dream cum true. He slowly walked around me while he stroked himself and rubbed himself on my costume a few times. Then Karl pressed his hard cock against the material covering my ass. I moaned and backed against him just as I had been conditioned to do.
Karl said, “We are going to take you beyond everything you know, everything you have learned, all of it, we are going to a new place tonight, my dear little caped crusader.” He reached around and fondled me and groped my pussy and my little tits. He pinched my nipples and then expertly began rubbing my clit through the tight material of the costume. I came. I came a whole lot before he took out a knife, held it over my head so I could see it in the mirror, and then cut open the crotch of the costume. The costume was actually a two-piece. A tight leotard-like top with a snap crotch, with tight spandex pants coming to my tummy. With that cut, he ruined the costume’s integrity and it popped upward to my new boobs and outward to expose my hips and my butt-cheeks.
Karl surprised me and threw the knife with expertise at a target on the wall where it stuck. Then he opened his trousers and took his hard cock and fucked me long enough to make me cum a few times. He stayed in character a bit and called me names and made treats to Gotham City and Batman and Robin. I could see it all in the mirrors and felt myself break a sweat as I breathed hard and screamed in orgasm.
Karl pulled out and moved a cart to my right side and up against the huge “X” I was bound to. He looked at me in the mirror as I peered at the cart. He removed the cloth that had hidden his implements. When I saw them I knew what was going to happen.
Dr. Heard, interrupted, “Were you scared?”
“Yes, certainly, a bit, but by now Karl and I had developed a mutual trust, I guess.”
“What was on the cart?”
“Stuff for ass-fucking.”
I looked down and surveyed the items and after almost a minute I figured out what they were for and what was going to happen. When I did I made an expression that was unmistakable even under my BatGirl helmet and the makeup.
Karl smiled and laughed like a comic villain. “Ahhh, yes BatGirl, now you know what my secret layer is all about.”
Karl went to work taking items from the cart. He placed a wash basin below my crotch. He opened six liters of what turned out to be warm mineral water. He hooked a chrome douche-probe to one end of a hose and a liter-size reservoir to the other end. He hooked the reservoir to the ring by my wrist using a carabineer and then filled the reservoir bag with the water. The bag rested on my wrist and I could feel it was warm. He took put on surgical gloves and squeezed about a quarter of a tube of KY gel onto his left hand. He looked at me, smiled and said, “Now, Batgirl, I am going to again change you forever!”
I strained to stay in character. I saw him watch me struggle against the bindings and then a finger went inside my ass. He moved it around a bit and it didn’t really hurt. I was perplexed. Then, he wiped more lube onto my asshole. Then he took the steel chrome probe and rubbed it with lube and reached down to insert it.
“Any last words, my dirty little Bat-Girl?”
“You’ll pay for this!” I said in a brave voice, emulating the show, but not having any real idea what that meant.
Karl chuckled in a genuine and knowing way and replied, "Huh,only if I don't do this well...if I do, this will completely expand your sexuality..."
The probe was cool and slid in with minor stretching discomfort. With one hand he held it there and then fucked me a bit with it. Then he opened the valve on the reservoir bag and at reached down to do the same to the probe. Water flowed downward and into me. It filled my small cavern up. He removed the probe and I didn’t squeeze hard enough to keep the douche in- I spilled, partially on him. The mess was unforgivable. He looked at me and said, “Do that again BatGirl and I will make this hurt. Fortunately, you are not that dirty, but as punishment, you must now hold the next load of water until I return after changing. Don’t you dare let anything leak.” He filled me up and left.
A few minutes of strained muscles went by and then he returned, wearing boots and green and white striped stretch pants like the Joker might, but that was all. His hard cock was making a nasty wet pre-cum tent inside his pants.
He proceeded with the douching until he was satisfied.
Dr. Heard asked, “Was this the first time you had done toilet play?”
“Doctor, this wasn’t toilet play, this was foreplay. This was cleaning everything out before taking it, taking him, up my ass. I am surprised doctor, you should know that toilet play goes on in a tub or in a toilet, or on a floor covered with plastic sheeting, or, well yeah, a hotel room floor I guess…done that too…”
“Yes, Lisa, I am sorry. Please continue.”
Karl pulled out the last douche and announced that it was time. He stripped off the gloves and groped me. He masturbated my clit and took me toward orgasm and then applied more gel to himself. Karl bent down and grabbed my ass, pulling it open and exposing my wet hole. He leaned in and pushed himself into me. The probe had done both the job of cleaning me, but it had also prepared me for the intrusion. His hard dick stretched me, but at least initially, he didn’t tear me open. The pain made me scream. Then he pulled entirely out and started over. After about eight of the same movements, going deeper every time, he was able to be deep enough to feel his tummy against my ass cheeks. He held himself in me a moment and then fucked me for a few strokes. I was screaming. He smiled at me. I wanted to quit. I almost cried. I saw him nod at me urging me onward. He said many things that I forgot over the years, but I remember clearly he said that “This is what extraordinary girls like me get.”
Then he reached over to the cart and produced a brown latex dildo that we’d used before and he pushed it into my mouth. Now it had a little leather belt tied to the base of the shaft and balls. He fucked me a few more times as he worked the dildo in and out of my mouth. Karl took the dildo and ran it down my body to my clitoris and smacked it against my clit a few times. Then he pulled out of my ass just a little and at the same time he inserted the dildo into my pussy. He shoved hit up into me and then pulled the ends of the belt tight to hold it in me and bucked the belt so it wouldn’t fall out. Now i had a dick deep inside my pussy that would only come out when Karl decided it was time.
Karl then smiled at me and said, “This should be interesting, it ought to be very telling about you my dear…”
I tried to smile, and still wanted to quit, sort of, but I didn’t. My sex was on fire and new levels of awareness.
Karl of course knew this and began to take me to the new place in my young sexuality. Karl backed out of my ass just a little and then began a slow rhythmic fuck of my butt. At first it was just kind of intense, but then he went a bit deeper and with the space of my crotch filled up and everything swollen with the two cocks, my g-spot was pressed hard. I started toward a massive orgasm. Karl saw this and urged me to cum for him.
I moaned, “Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh!” and then I came, and screamed, “Ohhhhh! Ohh! OH!”
At that instant, Karl, began to rub my clitoris and force me to multiple orgasms.
“Ahh, Ohhh! Ohhh! OHHH!” and then, “Ohhhh no!! I think I am ahh!!! Peeeing!!!” I exploded and had a massive squirting orgasm. Wet slick sex fluid shot out of me, my vaginal sex ducts flooded against the pressure from all sides and I exploded. I came harder than I had ever cum to that point and flooded the floor, making small puddle of sex.
Karl fucked me with total abandon now and continued to rub my clit as the dildo kept everything swollen and extra sensitive. I came and came.
I looked up at Karl in the mirror, and he said, “I knew you were and extraordinary girl!” He smiled and moments later shot his cum inside my ass.
“How did you feel Lisa?”
“Are you k**ding? I felt amazing!”
“No, I meant emotionally. How did you feel? Used? Abused? Betrayed?” the doctor asked.
I leaned forward and said, “Yes, all of that. Abused, betrayed, excited, amazed, and also one more thing, proud to be ‘extraordinary’.”
Doctor Heard held his gaze on me a moment and then leaned back in his recliner and asked, “What happened after that?”
I leaned back in mine and pulled my skirt up and began rubbing my clit in front of the kind doctor. “Well, he came I finally stopped cumming. He took me off the bondage cross and we sat on a different bondage bench and caught our breath. We talked about how amazing it was for about half an hour and then I went to reached up to take off the costume. Instead, he grabbed my hands turned me to the wall and fucked my pussy, and then my ass standing up with a slight bend forward. This time I came almost the whole time from the start. When he came he pulled out of my ass and made me suck him off, fresh from my ass. I felt so nasty. The only bad part was the next day at home I went to bathroom and discovered that he’d torn me at some point in the process. So, we waited about a week to revisit our ass play, but when we did, it was amazing.”
At that point I rolled my eyes back and produced a small orgasm, moaning a little louder than the doctor was comfortable with.
Minutes later, as I closed the session room door, I considered the pros and cons of lunch or a stop at King’s for some black dick. I then saw Nancy, Dr. Heard's wanton receptionist looking at me over her shoulder. She went for the lady’s room. I followed her in and made her oblige me with about six or seven skilled pussy-licking orgasms. He hair, obviously prepared to look respectable and “up” was destroyed when I was finished with her.
I really went over the edge when I thought about how hot the next session would be. Dr. Heard would finally get to hear about me meeting all of the “special uncles” that Karl shared me with…
The dream returned again…from my ‘tween’ years…I slept and re-lived…
Karl, Uncle Karl, nearly thirty years older than me knew how to fuck…behind me now, holding, pulling, pushing all at once…mirrors, me as a very young, slender BatGirl, then somehow in a torn witch costume, then in a Cinderella-princess gown, always with Karl watching me…in between each thrust I moaned, almost shrieking when I came, ‘Uncle Karl, I am yours, I want to be yours, I want you to teach me!!’
He knew how to fuck my pussy, my mouth, and now I knew he was just as talented in my no-longer-virgin ass…
Dr. Heard wanted to shift the sessions into a different pace to understand my feelings being sexually educated by about my dad’s boss, Karl, or ‘Uncle Karl’ as I was made to call him. Now, in the fifth session, I found myself looking forward to reviewing my past with Dr. Heard for my benefactor, Harold. It was clear that Harold was also meeting separately with Dr. Heard to learn the degrading origins of my sexuality. I didn’t mind. If this went well, Harold promised to present me with a large lump-sum commission and make me a benefactor to his modest estate.
I found myself annoyed that I had to organize my affairs around three of these sessions a week, but I made the most of it. I’d been so turned on after the sessions that I was seeing my black fuck-friend named King Cobra, or “King,” after most of the sessions. I was always turned on afterwards and wanted a nasty black cock as a release. Dr. Heard and I had played during the first session and his receptionist, Nancy, a good-looking tall blonde middle age divorce’ and full-on Las Vegas MILF, and I had played without Dr. Heard’s knowledge on several occasions since the first session. I also hooked her up with King and she was fast becoming a regular part of his entourage and was clearly getting her brains fucked out several times a week.
“This week I would like to talk about your first few months with Karl,” Dr. Heard requested.
“Ok, fine. At first, he disciplined me and warned me all the time. He was paranoid, rightfully so, that I would tell on us. Tell on him. I remember that he saw a police car drive by the house a few minutes before I arrived after school one day and he was convinced I had told on him. He spanked me and slapped my face before was convinced it was a coincidence.” I exhaled at the memory of the low point in the relationship.
“What happened after he accepted that the authorities were not going to interrupt your afternoon?”
“Well, on that day Karl slapped me a few times and spanked me and then tore off my cotton panties and mounted me from behind on the floor of the front room. He fucked me and came and then told me that our playtime was over until he was sure everything was ok.”
“When did you resume more normal, ah what did you call it…‘playtimes’?”
“Two days later, on a Friday evening. He picked me up behind my house and drove me to his house and we played all night long.”
“Really, how did that work? Did he slap you?”
“No, that passed and he rarely actually physically disciplined me. There was no need, he knew I was his. I think he began to trust me and know how much I was into our…ah relationship.” I paused and looked up and away before looking into Dr. Heard’s perverse deep eyes. I now firmly believed that he was a wanta-be perv- one who wished he could, but never would. I thought- and this is as close as you will ever get, I smiled as I continued.
“Well, at that point he was still fucking my mom and he knew her schedule. I guess he also figured out that if my mom was still fucking him and the cops hadn’t found him than I was telling the truth about keeping silent. So, one night he slipped a note under my door on his way out and told me to be ready fifteen minutes after my mom left for her nurse shift at one of the hospitals she was using to get her intern hours. This was actually one of the first times we had an all-nighter. Most of our longer sessions went pretty much the same. I either showed up after school or he picked me up near my house. Then I went home late that night or sometime the next morning. Either way, I was home or at school and where I should have been when mom was off work.”
“Extraordinary. You sometimes played over night and then before school? I am astonished.”
I smiled a wicked grin. “Yes, as things progressed he and I really loved screwing and stretching me out before school. Karl was also seriously into the “School-girl” look. He seemed to love that one the most.”
“What was your favorite umm, look? Costume? Ahh, role-play? Help me out, what did you call it?”
“We didn’t really call it anything other than playtime. Now I would call it sex-theme. I think my favorite was anything that involved my clothes being ruined. The sheer lust of the moment resulting in ruing the outfit was exciting.”
“So, this was to be your first over-night playtime?”
“Yes.”
Dr. Heard scribbled something in his notes. “And what happened?”
Well, actually the whole thing was like an extended after-school playtime except for one thing.” I paused and a rare shadow of embarrassment washed over me.
“What? What happened?”
“I tasted my mom’s cunt on his cock,” I exclaimed in a crude and matter-of-fact manner.
“Oh, my. How did that make you feel.’
I looked down at my patent leather heels and noticed a white stain from some kind of spill and ruled it a splash of cum from someone that I hadn’t noticed before. I let the emotions pass. “Actually, I felt a lot of things. I confused for a split second until I realized that he’d fucked my mom about an hour before I got in his car and swallowed his cock. Then I realized he’d planned this and I felt used and angry. Then I felt compelled to impress him. I worked him extra hard and deep with my throat. I did well enough that he had me stop a block before we pulled into his garage. I almost made him cum. I think it was jealousy, but that was the only time I tasted my mom, ever.”
“I see. Did it ever bother you after that?”
“No, he told me and I believed that he was screwing her to be with me. I now believe that he was just enjoying himself with both of us in differing ways.”
“Interesting. So, in general, you just moved on?”
“Exactly.’
“Ok, so tell me about how the relationship with Karl progressed.”
I had grown two inches in six months. I hit a growth spurt and my boobs quickly developed. At my birthday my chest was still flat as a table, but my “special shots,” my birth control, along with the frequent sex quickly yielded some peachfuzz around my pussy and small boobs.
Karl would occasionally call it a ‘Cunt,’ but mostly he referred to it as a pussy. I also liked him calling it a ‘fuckhole’ before and during a fuck. It was about six months past my birthday party and he had taught me a great deal. I was only slapped or spanked during sex.
Karl and I had another all-nighter that began just after my mom watched me finish some take-out diner before she went to earn nurse hours.
I knew this time was going to be different on the way to his house. Tinted windows or not, I almost always hid in the back seat on the way to his house, but this time kept me up front and had my hands wrapped around his dick all the way to his house. Then after we entered he had me strip. Karl fucked me standing up and facing the TV as an old Batman episode played. He came while BatGirl was on the screen. Of course, I came several times too.
We rested and watched some more Batman TV shows and that put both of us in the mood. I didn’t know it, but this was to be the last ‘BatGirl Day.’ I loved the golden cape and the tight shiny purple suit. The costume was exactly like the old TV show, but it was probably a bit small for me.
About seven that night, I put the finishing touches on my makeup before putting on the purple and black BatGirl helmet with auburn hair curling out of the sides. Karl made me watch the old Batman TV show and I looked like a short BatGirl.
There were times when he needed a break where we did somewhat normal things, but often, especially when Batgirl or Catwoman was on a TV episode, Karl would have me suck his dick or slowly fuck me as I sat on his lap and watched. As a result, I still have a reaction, a deep pulse of awakening in my pussy, when I see even a few seconds of anything related to the old Batman TV shows.
This was a big day. Like I said, my mom was on a twenty-four-hour shift across the LA basin, and planned to stay with a nurse colleague near the hospital so, Karl had me to himself until Sunday morning. I was trebling with excitement as I put on extra mascara.
Karl got into the act a bit this time. He was dressed as a two-faced vigilante character from one of the movies (Karl was blonde) and wore a specially tailored suit.
After I was perfect, I came out to the living room and Karl was in his suit and said, “You’ll never catch me Batgirl!” Then he ducked around the corner and I began to chase him. He ran down the hallway and opened the basement door and escaped. I hadn’t ever been to the basement. I remembered him telling me that I would probably like it, but as I turned to peer into the darkness that surrounded the stone steps that led downward, I was scared for a moment. Karl sensed my apprehension and yelled out “Ha-ha, I told you you’ll never catch me!” I knew I was supposed to go after him, so I quickly ran down to the bottom. Even back then, I was great in heels.
At the bottom of the stairs I saw a closed curtain and a small hallway that turned a corner. The place was lit by dim bulbs and was very dark. It looked like a ‘secret layer’ from the TV shows. “Neat” I thought as I began my search. I paused a moment and realized I had no real weapons, not even hand-cuffs, and realized that I was probably going to become a prisoner, just like the TV show, except where the TV show stopped, this would not. I felt my heart and my pussy pound in synchronized anticipation.
I came around a corner and felt him grab me from behind by the silky cape. I choked a little as he pulled me back to him in a brutal manner. Karl used his much larger size to subdue me. He cupped my face and pulled me up to his chest and he turned to carry me behind the curtain. Like other times we had played, I kicked and struggled the way he liked. I liked it too. He used real police handcuffs to bind me until he could strap me into a giant metal ‘X’ that was attached to the floor and the ceiling with some sort of complicated cable and pulley system. I was so short that the center of the X was well above my hips, almost to my shoulder blades.
I looked around and saw that here, as with my bedroom, Karl had installed mirrors so that almost every angle could be seen. There was a small examination table, there was a black padded saw-horse rack, and a wall of drawers. Red bulbs and low-powered candle-like bulbs and about twenty actual candles were the only light. I thought to myself, ‘so this is the basement…no wonder it was secret.’
Karl, totally into the role now, said in a menacing voice, “You are mine BatGirl! Now, I am not even going to ask you any questions, I am just going to punish you. I am going to teach you a lesson that the Bat-man will never forget. I am going to fuck you and use you. Then I am going to take off that mask and see who you really are.” Karl stepped to me and opened his pants and began stroking himself as he looked at me. I was his nasty perv-porn dream cum true. He slowly walked around me while he stroked himself and rubbed himself on my costume a few times. Then Karl pressed his hard cock against the material covering my ass. I moaned and backed against him just as I had been conditioned to do.
Karl said, “We are going to take you beyond everything you know, everything you have learned, all of it, we are going to a new place tonight, my dear little caped crusader.” He reached around and fondled me and groped my pussy and my little tits. He pinched my nipples and then expertly began rubbing my clit through the tight material of the costume. I came. I came a whole lot before he took out a knife, held it over my head so I could see it in the mirror, and then cut open the crotch of the costume. The costume was actually a two-piece. A tight leotard-like top with a snap crotch, with tight spandex pants coming to my tummy. With that cut, he ruined the costume’s integrity and it popped upward to my new boobs and outward to expose my hips and my butt-cheeks.
Karl surprised me and threw the knife with expertise at a target on the wall where it stuck. Then he opened his trousers and took his hard cock and fucked me long enough to make me cum a few times. He stayed in character a bit and called me names and made treats to Gotham City and Batman and Robin. I could see it all in the mirrors and felt myself break a sweat as I breathed hard and screamed in orgasm.
Karl pulled out and moved a cart to my right side and up against the huge “X” I was bound to. He looked at me in the mirror as I peered at the cart. He removed the cloth that had hidden his implements. When I saw them I knew what was going to happen.
Dr. Heard, interrupted, “Were you scared?”
“Yes, certainly, a bit, but by now Karl and I had developed a mutual trust, I guess.”
“What was on the cart?”
“Stuff for ass-fucking.”
I looked down and surveyed the items and after almost a minute I figured out what they were for and what was going to happen. When I did I made an expression that was unmistakable even under my BatGirl helmet and the makeup.
Karl smiled and laughed like a comic villain. “Ahhh, yes BatGirl, now you know what my secret layer is all about.”
Karl went to work taking items from the cart. He placed a wash basin below my crotch. He opened six liters of what turned out to be warm mineral water. He hooked a chrome douche-probe to one end of a hose and a liter-size reservoir to the other end. He hooked the reservoir to the ring by my wrist using a carabineer and then filled the reservoir bag with the water. The bag rested on my wrist and I could feel it was warm. He took put on surgical gloves and squeezed about a quarter of a tube of KY gel onto his left hand. He looked at me, smiled and said, “Now, Batgirl, I am going to again change you forever!”
I strained to stay in character. I saw him watch me struggle against the bindings and then a finger went inside my ass. He moved it around a bit and it didn’t really hurt. I was perplexed. Then, he wiped more lube onto my asshole. Then he took the steel chrome probe and rubbed it with lube and reached down to insert it.
“Any last words, my dirty little Bat-Girl?”
“You’ll pay for this!” I said in a brave voice, emulating the show, but not having any real idea what that meant.
Karl chuckled in a genuine and knowing way and replied, "Huh,only if I don't do this well...if I do, this will completely expand your sexuality..."
The probe was cool and slid in with minor stretching discomfort. With one hand he held it there and then fucked me a bit with it. Then he opened the valve on the reservoir bag and at reached down to do the same to the probe. Water flowed downward and into me. It filled my small cavern up. He removed the probe and I didn’t squeeze hard enough to keep the douche in- I spilled, partially on him. The mess was unforgivable. He looked at me and said, “Do that again BatGirl and I will make this hurt. Fortunately, you are not that dirty, but as punishment, you must now hold the next load of water until I return after changing. Don’t you dare let anything leak.” He filled me up and left.
A few minutes of strained muscles went by and then he returned, wearing boots and green and white striped stretch pants like the Joker might, but that was all. His hard cock was making a nasty wet pre-cum tent inside his pants.
He proceeded with the douching until he was satisfied.
Dr. Heard asked, “Was this the first time you had done toilet play?”
“Doctor, this wasn’t toilet play, this was foreplay. This was cleaning everything out before taking it, taking him, up my ass. I am surprised doctor, you should know that toilet play goes on in a tub or in a toilet, or on a floor covered with plastic sheeting, or, well yeah, a hotel room floor I guess…done that too…”
“Yes, Lisa, I am sorry. Please continue.”
Karl pulled out the last douche and announced that it was time. He stripped off the gloves and groped me. He masturbated my clit and took me toward orgasm and then applied more gel to himself. Karl bent down and grabbed my ass, pulling it open and exposing my wet hole. He leaned in and pushed himself into me. The probe had done both the job of cleaning me, but it had also prepared me for the intrusion. His hard dick stretched me, but at least initially, he didn’t tear me open. The pain made me scream. Then he pulled entirely out and started over. After about eight of the same movements, going deeper every time, he was able to be deep enough to feel his tummy against my ass cheeks. He held himself in me a moment and then fucked me for a few strokes. I was screaming. He smiled at me. I wanted to quit. I almost cried. I saw him nod at me urging me onward. He said many things that I forgot over the years, but I remember clearly he said that “This is what extraordinary girls like me get.”
Then he reached over to the cart and produced a brown latex dildo that we’d used before and he pushed it into my mouth. Now it had a little leather belt tied to the base of the shaft and balls. He fucked me a few more times as he worked the dildo in and out of my mouth. Karl took the dildo and ran it down my body to my clitoris and smacked it against my clit a few times. Then he pulled out of my ass just a little and at the same time he inserted the dildo into my pussy. He shoved hit up into me and then pulled the ends of the belt tight to hold it in me and bucked the belt so it wouldn’t fall out. Now i had a dick deep inside my pussy that would only come out when Karl decided it was time.
Karl then smiled at me and said, “This should be interesting, it ought to be very telling about you my dear…”
I tried to smile, and still wanted to quit, sort of, but I didn’t. My sex was on fire and new levels of awareness.
Karl of course knew this and began to take me to the new place in my young sexuality. Karl backed out of my ass just a little and then began a slow rhythmic fuck of my butt. At first it was just kind of intense, but then he went a bit deeper and with the space of my crotch filled up and everything swollen with the two cocks, my g-spot was pressed hard. I started toward a massive orgasm. Karl saw this and urged me to cum for him.
I moaned, “Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh!” and then I came, and screamed, “Ohhhhh! Ohh! OH!”
At that instant, Karl, began to rub my clitoris and force me to multiple orgasms.
“Ahh, Ohhh! Ohhh! OHHH!” and then, “Ohhhh no!! I think I am ahh!!! Peeeing!!!” I exploded and had a massive squirting orgasm. Wet slick sex fluid shot out of me, my vaginal sex ducts flooded against the pressure from all sides and I exploded. I came harder than I had ever cum to that point and flooded the floor, making small puddle of sex.
Karl fucked me with total abandon now and continued to rub my clit as the dildo kept everything swollen and extra sensitive. I came and came.
I looked up at Karl in the mirror, and he said, “I knew you were and extraordinary girl!” He smiled and moments later shot his cum inside my ass.
“How did you feel Lisa?”
“Are you k**ding? I felt amazing!”
“No, I meant emotionally. How did you feel? Used? Abused? Betrayed?” the doctor asked.
I leaned forward and said, “Yes, all of that. Abused, betrayed, excited, amazed, and also one more thing, proud to be ‘extraordinary’.”
Doctor Heard held his gaze on me a moment and then leaned back in his recliner and asked, “What happened after that?”
I leaned back in mine and pulled my skirt up and began rubbing my clit in front of the kind doctor. “Well, he came I finally stopped cumming. He took me off the bondage cross and we sat on a different bondage bench and caught our breath. We talked about how amazing it was for about half an hour and then I went to reached up to take off the costume. Instead, he grabbed my hands turned me to the wall and fucked my pussy, and then my ass standing up with a slight bend forward. This time I came almost the whole time from the start. When he came he pulled out of my ass and made me suck him off, fresh from my ass. I felt so nasty. The only bad part was the next day at home I went to bathroom and discovered that he’d torn me at some point in the process. So, we waited about a week to revisit our ass play, but when we did, it was amazing.”
At that point I rolled my eyes back and produced a small orgasm, moaning a little louder than the doctor was comfortable with.
Minutes later, as I closed the session room door, I considered the pros and cons of lunch or a stop at King’s for some black dick. I then saw Nancy, Dr. Heard's wanton receptionist looking at me over her shoulder. She went for the lady’s room. I followed her in and made her oblige me with about six or seven skilled pussy-licking orgasms. He hair, obviously prepared to look respectable and “up” was destroyed when I was finished with her.
I really went over the edge when I thought about how hot the next session would be. Dr. Heard would finally get to hear about me meeting all of the “special uncles” that Karl shared me with…
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