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RELEASE FROM THE WEB The Setup The Exam The Treatment The Slow Wake-up Two weeks later Life at the Manor Training Payback Following them The new family Release from the Web The Setup It was night. Batman's favorite part of the day, according to the newspapers. But that was only because that was when the criminals were most active. I was slowly working my way along a rooftop as I searched for a good place to observe and wait. A recent rash of robberies in this neighborhood all occurred within a three block area surrounding the Hart Building; that I was now standing on. A police stakeout was on the street below, but I didn't have much faith in their power of observation. After all, they didn't see me enter the alley or climb up the fire escapes to the roof. From my vantage point, I could see the unmarked police car with the two undercover policemen trying to blend in with the neighborhood. Looking at the streets below, I decided that the north corner of the building would give me the best viewpoint. As I climbed up on the north corner, I noticed that someone had spray painted "Batman Slept Here.". I grimly wished that I'd been here when the vandal spray painted the building. Not because I was upset with my name being taken in vain, but because the building had been defaced. I didn't tolerate any illegal actions. As I walked across the roof to get the best view point, I felt my knee stretch a trip wire that was invisible in the dark. My reflexes propelled me backwards and into a somersault roll behind an air conditioner shaft as a small explosion sounded. I looked around the air conditioner and smelled the putrid smell of a small firecracker. A quick flick of the batlight found the trip wire and the remains of the firecracker. "Why would any put a trip wire here?" I mused quietly to myself. A quick scan of the area using the batlight showed no other surprises. As I stood, I brushed the dirt from my uniform where I'd rolled on the rooftop. I felt a little tenderness on my left palm and right leg. Looking at my hand, I discovered that I had gained two small cuts on my palm and three small cuts on my legs. Flicking the batlight back to the area where I'd seeked cover, I discovered the area was covered with many small shards of broken glass. I opened my Bat-utility belt and got some antiseptic swabs from my first aid kit. After I cleaned the minor cuts, I very carefully continued out to the roof edge to continue my neighborhood observation. The rest of the roof was ok. I spent the next three hours sitting and watching. Once, I saw someone that was acting suspicious, but nothing occurred. About two thirty, I decided that nothing was going to happen in this area tonight and headed back to where I'd parked the Batmobile. I drove the Batmobile through the deserted streets making a last round before heading home. After a quick circuit, I drove to the road to the Batcave. The road to the Batcave had a secret turnoff. Many years ago, I'd installed electronics to monitor this road and to let me know when anyone was where they could see the Batmobile turning off the road. Looking at this monitor, I saw that everything was acceptable and activated the Batcave door opener. I turned off the main road and quickly entered the Batcave as the door shut automatically. I drove the Batmobile to the parking area and got out. As I entered the Bat-dressing area, I pulled my cowl and cape off and hung it up. Then I removed my gloves and looked at my hand where I got the minor cuts earlier. I saw a little tinge of reddish infection on each of the cuts. I stripped the rest of my Caped Crusader's costume off and examined my legs; to discover similar infections there also. I opened up the main first aid kit and re-applied antiseptics and bandages after cleansing the areas. Nothing usual about getting a small infection from a scrape. I got enough of those cuts and minor infections to not be worried about it. After taking a shower, I went upstairs to my mansion. The home of Bruce Wayne, my alter ego. Alfred had already turned in for the night and Dick Grayson, my ward, was at college. I missed Dick's company and wished that the college that Dick had accepted, wasn't so far away. Dick's alter ego was Robin and I also missed having the Boy Wonder accompany me on my nightly patrols. Well, Dick will be home in another six weeks for a three week break between courses. I laid down and went to sleep in my big bed. Being a very handsome and eligible millionaire playboy, I could have had almost anyone that I desired, waiting on me in bed. But I'd decided years ago, that I must live a single life because of my commitment to be Batman. I could never share my life with anyone because I couldn't risk damage to them if anyone ever discovered my secret identity. As I drifted off to sleep, I had some very pleasant thoughts about my meeting tomorrow with Vickie Vale, the young girl reporter that I frequently escorted to functions. I quickly fell asleep. ****** Her thigh was pressed against mine and the smell of her recently shampooed hair was driving me up the wall. I had a very hard erection, because she had just climbed in bed with me. We were both naked and lying in my bed. She motioned me to suck on her titty and as I reached for it; I woke up. Alone in my bed. With a king-size erection. Vickie wasn't here. I was all alone and had a very solid erection. That was a very realistic dream. I laid back down, but my cock remained hard and kept me awake. It wanted release and I needed it. It had been almost six weeks since I'd sex with that singer that I'd picked up that night. I opened my nightstand and removed the small bottle of oil and the clean-up towels. I removed my pajamas and looked at my hard erection. I poured some oil into my hand and slowly started rubbing my belly and thighs with both hands. I continued my oily self- massage down to my scrotum. As I got more and more excited, I would wiggle my hips, imaging that my throbbing erection was being touched and teased by Vickie's hands. As I stroked myself, I tested my memory of sweet Vickie's smell and her wonderful curves. Finally, I filled my hand with oil once again and curled my fingers around my now- purple shaft and started stroking myself, using my hand in alternating tight grips or loose grip. I would speed up, putting some very rapid strokes on myself and then slow strokes. Whenever I was close to the brink, I would stop in the nick of time because I was really enjoying this. After about ten minutes, I knew that I had to release myself. I refilled my right hand with oil, gripped my cock and began purposeful, regular, medium-rate strokes. My mind roamed with the pleasant memories of Vickie doing this to me before we broke up. Would she come over if I called her? Would she let me into her bed again? I couldn't stand it anymore, so I began rapidly thrusting my hips up and down, trying to get off. When I ejaculated it was with a power that scared me. It was truly brain-busting and seemed to last for many minutes. I couldn't move when it was over. When I recovered my breath, I looked at my hand that was covered with my jism. I tasted a drop of my fluid and then looked at my cock. It was still rock hard, which was unusual. By this time, it is usually a dead soldier and is shrunken. I got up and took a shower to wash the oil and my cum off of me. All during the shower, I kept looking down at my still rock hard cock. This was very unusual. I remember a couple of times that I'd prayed that it would get this hard and stay hard for hours, but my prayers had never been answered. And now it was an incredible hard cock. I put my pajamas on and changed the bed sheets. As I cleaned up after myself, I was constantly aware of my erection. When my bed was restored to normal, I laid back down and tried to go to sleep. But I couldn't. My hard cock was keeping me awake and aroused. I found my hands drifting back down to stroke myself. Before I knew what was occurring, I was soaking wet with sweat from the exertion of masturbating myself again. I repeated the same actions as before and my cock was still hard while I showered. By the time that I'd changed my sheets again, I knew that something was wrong with me. I could understand and wish for this condition under certain circumstances, but my cock was too familiar with my right hand to get this aroused. I went to the Batcave and examined my cuts, which still showed a minor infection. I took a sample of my blood and tested it. I discovered a cell-like amoebae in my blood sample that I couldn't identify. I took other samples and ran the tests that my limited medical equipment could perform. I found nothing that could identify it. I looked at the clock and saw that it was daylight outside. I changed into my Batman clothes but had problems with my tights. My hard erection was very obvious under the tights. I looked at myself in the mirror and knew that I couldn't go out on the streets, dressed as Batman, with that banana like appendage sticking up under my tights. I could possibly get by at night, using my cape to hide it, but there was too much potential during daylight to have someone see it. All I needed was a picture of a horny Batman on page 2 of the National Inquirer. I changed back into some of my baggy Bruce Wayne clothes and went upstairs to my normal car garage. I walked past my Corvette, my Rolls, my 300Z, and climbed into my Toyota pickup truck. I didn't want to call attention to a man with fancy cars in that neighborhood that I had to return to. I drove to the Hart Building and parked a couple of blocks away. I still had my erection problem. I walked down the alley and made sure that no one saw me before I jumped to the Fire Escape ladder and climbed up. When I got on the roof, I stayed low and ran across the roof until I got to the area where I rolled in the broken glass last night. The glass was gone. Someone had cleaned it up and removed it all. I spent only a couple of minutes up there, because I didn't want to have to answer any questions why wealthy Bruce Wayne was sneaking onto a roof where the Batman had been the night before. The Exam Back at the Batcave, I took more blood samples and confirmed that something was definitely in my blood. I tried some tests with different medicine doses and discovered that none of the antibiotics had any effect on the amoebae. As I was working on my tests, Alfred came down and announced "You're up very early this morning. Is anything wrong?" "Yes, Alfred. I appear to have some sort of infection. Symptoms at this stage of infection are increased sexual arousement and rock hard penis that won't go down." I declared as I put another sample away. Alfred paused for only a moment and then responded in his very proper voice "That sounds like a problem that most men would love to have. I'll volunteer to be infected and you can test your medical solutions on me. After a couple of days of enjoying the symptoms that you described, that is." I looked up and Alfred was keeping a straight face. I laughed at his joke and proclaimed "It's no pleasure. I was coming back this morning and was having a difficult time keeping both hands on the steering wheel. And every woman I saw, I stared at them because I wanted them to help me with my problem. I couldn't change into Batman because it is too obvious under my uniform." "What are you going to do?" he asked. I tilted my head back and looked at the ceiling for a moment and then down at bulging erection before I replied "I've got to find a specialist and get this treated. I can't let it go for several days and hope it clears itself up." I turned to the Batcomputer and started searching my medical database. After entering my search data, the database returned one name and phone number. I didn't know Doctor A. Albertson, but my database reported that this was the one person in Gotham City that was qualified to treat me. I called the number and told the receptionist that I'd come down with an infection and needed to be examined by Doctor Albertson. The receptionist asked me if I could be there at 11 am and I accepted. I spent the next hour researching medical databases trying to find some clue as to what was causing my problem. I found nothing except that my hands kept getting drawn to my hungry cock. ***** I drove to Doctor Albertson's office and was taken into an exam room as soon as I arrived. I explained my problem to the nurse, leaving out some details, such as that I'd already examined my own blood in my private lab. She took a blood sample and let me sit for twenty minutes while they examined my blood prior to the doctor seeing me. She had me undress and put on one of those tiny hospital gowns while I waited. I was engrossed in thought, when the door opened and a tall, attractive woman in a white lab coat entered the room. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail and the glasses hid her face a little. She wore no makeup and the baggy clothes didn't give any hints of what her body looked like. She was young, about twenty-eight or so, decent physical shape but her appearance was almost too sterile. Not even any lipstick or earrings. She smiled and stated in a very professional sounding voice "I'm Doctor Albertson. Alice Albertson. May I call you ....." she paused as she looked at my name on the records that she was carrying "Bruce?" "Yes, please do. And thank you for seeing me today." I responded, with my best smile, as I thought about fucking her on her exam table. Her voice pulled me back from my daydream "I've never seen this exact result in blood work before although I think I know what is causing it. My nurse reported that you've had a constant erection, since you obtained some scratches. Do you think this is where this infection came from and where did you get your scratches?" "Yes, to the question about what is causing the erection. No to where I got the scratches. I was jogging through city streets around my club yesterday and took a little fall, getting some minor scratches which I treated. Then last night, it got hard and wouldn't go down." I reported. "Please open your gown and let me examine you." she instructed. I lifted up the front of the gown and she looked at my swollen cock. Then she started putting on some rubber gloves as she responded "Please remove the gown so that I may examine you." I took the gown off and laid it on my chair, remaining standing. She pulled her chair in front of me and sat down so that her face was about my cock level. I tensed as I thought about what I would like for her do, with her mouth so close to my precious cock. She took one finger and slowly pushed the head of my cock from one side to see how far it would bend. It wouldn't bend much. Then she pulled it down to see how far it would go in that direction, with much of the same result. She asked "Are you married?" "No. I'm a bachelor." I replied as I bit my lower lip to keep from shoving my cock closer to her face. "Good. If you were married and I found a cure for you, you wife would have probable cause for suing me. I hope that you don't mind my joke. I know that this is a serious problem for you. Is it painful? Tell me how you feel! And give me honest responses. I'm your doctor and I've got to know." she proclaimed as she leaned back to direct her gaze from my cock to my face. "It doesn't hurt. It feels very pleasant but I'm in a constant state of arousal. I want relief badly. I can't think about anything but sex. I knew that you were looking at me with a professional eye, but I wanted you to help me relieve myself so badly." I muttered quietly. She smiled and asked "Have you masturbated yourself? Did it provide any relief? Would you like me to leave while you test to see if that provides any relief, temporary or otherwise?" "Yes. I woke up and couldn't control myself. I did it twice and neither time changed the symptoms." I declared trying to keep from blushing as I looked at her lucious lips. Here I was standing naked before a fully dressed woman, whose mouth was about eighteen inches from my throbbing cock. She could be very attractive if she had on some different clothes, a different hairstyle, some makeup and threw those glasses away. "I need a sample of your sperm to examine. Normally, I would leave you alone and return when you're finished. But you've a very unusual problem and I would like to observe and test you. I would like for you to masturbate yourself, after I hook you up to some monitoring equipment. And I would like to be present while you're obtaining the sperm. Do you mind?" she asked. I thought for a second and nodded my head no. She stood and walked over to some equipment in the corner. She wheeled the cart over beside me and started putting the standard blood pressure monitors and EKG monitors on me. I was still standing naked as she applied this equipment. She noted "Your body is in excellent physical shape. What do you do for a living?" "My parents left me a fortune. I monitor my investments." I replied. She smiled as she exclaimed "That Wayne. I thought I recognized you. When I was a college student, my father drove me by your house and told me that I would own a house like that some day if I studied and worked hard. You've a very beautiful house." "Thank you. After we get this under control, I'll invite you over for a tour of it." I suggested, trying to keep my thoughts focused on something other than how much I wanted to fuck her at that moment. "If we don't get it under control, you would be the life of any party that you went to." she joked as she smeared some EKG jelly on my chest and attached another suction cup. Before I could respond, she continued "I would love to see the inside of your house someday. That has been one of my personal goals. I understand that it has the best view of Gotham City and that at night, you can see all of the building lights from your hillside home. But enough of the small talk. My father was Doctor Alvin Albertson and he owns the AA Research Lab. I inherited it and maintain this private practice to keep my medical skills current as compared to my research skills. My specialty is Urology and Communicable Diseases. I don't like to brag, but I'm the most qualified person in Gotham City for your particular problem. By the way, how did you select me? I usually only see references from other physicians." I thought fast and lied "I called a golfing buddy and he recommended trying you." She walked behind me and stated "This will sting a little. I'm going to stick a needle in you now and tape it down so that I've got to have it in place when you start ejaculation." I felt the slight sting as she inserted the needle into my leg and taped it to my side. When she was finished, she handed me a cup and commanded "Collect as much of your sperm in this cup as possible. Do you want a Playboy magazine or other sexual reference to help you?" I nodded my head no and she continued "I'm a doctor. I cannot and will not interact with you sexually. My career is worth more than a cheap thrill. If it will help you, I'll start stroking you but you must do as much of this as possible. I'll pretend that I'm enjoying it so that you can ejaculate as soon as possible." I nodded and she put some k-y jelly on her gloved hand. Her hand slowly wrapped around my hard cock and slid slowly up, spreading the jelly along it's turbid shaft. She quietly whispered "Oooh, that feels nice". And she put one hand on my shoulder. She was standing, legs about a foot apart with her knees spread a bit more and one arm outstretched with her hand on my shoulder for support while she slowly stroked me. She was staring deep into my eyes. I reached out to put one hand around her waist but she pushed my hand away. My cock was stiffer than I think it had ever been before and I could feel it throbbing up and down against her soft hand that was covered by the rubber glove. I moaned softly, and closed my eyes. My breath was coming so fast that it burned my lungs. I opened my eyes to meet her eyes. Our eyes locked on each other but I could only think of her hand on my crotch. I was too far gone now to stop easily. My cock bobbed up and down with my heartbeat and her slow stroking. It seems that I saw this in slow motion but I'm sure it only took a few seconds. With her free hand, she placed my hand on her hand wrapped tightly around my cock. My hand started picking up the stroke speed as she announced "I'm going to remove my hand and you must continue the motion. Keep it going. That's it. Don't that feel good?" she asked as her hand slipped out from around my cock. My hand had picked up the motion and was stroking just a little faster. She was looking at the monitors and she smiled at me as she suggested "I don't mind if you pretend that you're making it with me. Why don't you pretend that it's my lips instead of your hand wrapped around your penis? Do you like the way my lips look when I do this?" She made a licking motion of her lips and I stroked harder and faster. She smiled and declared "My throat is deep. My ex-boyfriend liked for me to take his cock into my throat. Think about my tongue pushing your foreskin back as I pull you deep into my warm, wet throat. Can you pretend that I'm doing that to you?" I grunted and picked up my speed. I was stroking my cock as hard as I could and I felt great. I was rocking my hips back and forth slightly as if my cock was sliding in and out of her mouth about an inch at a time. Then it happened. I shuddered as I started to cum. She shoved the cup in my other hand and screamed "Catch" as she started her blood work. Sperm spurted from my dick into the cup and I watched as I throbbed and filled the cup with sperm. I hadn't paid any attention this morning, but this was the most cum that I'd ever seen. When I finished, she took the cup from me and commanded "Have a seat and rest. Then I'll do two more simple tests and you can get dressed." I did as she instructed and looked down at myself. I was still rock hard and cum was still oozing out. She came back in the room and handed me a towel as she looked at the monitors. Then she confirmed "It's still engorged and won't go down. Ok, lets' get this equipment off of you and then you can get dressed. By the way, was it as good for you as it was for me?" She smiled big and I laughed. I continued this joking by saying "Doc, you know that I want to get into your bed." She paused and noted "Sex between a doctor and a patient is frowned upon. However I think that I can cure your problem and once cured, you're no longer my patient if I do not see you professionally. If things go the way that I think they will, then you should be in my clothes within two weeks. I've got a weakness for strong virile men. Now get cleaned up and come down to my office after you clean up. There is a shower in the bathroom." As she walked out of the room, my cock trobbed. It was ready for her now. I smiled as I repeated her "you should be in my clothes within two weeks" remark. As I took a shower, I found it difficult to keep from masturbating again, but I knew that I didn't have time. Maybe, after I get home. I dressed and entered her office. She smiled as I sat down and declared "We must keep this professional. You know that I only helped you because you were having difficulty." I nodded and echoed her words "yes, I was having difficulty." She announced "Your sperm and blood work are going through some specialized testing now. My preliminary test indicates that I've got a solution but it's going to take two full days under my care. I'm making a vaccine from your samples and will be finished by early tomorrow morning. I would like for you to be here at 7 am. I'll inject you with the vaccine and then start a IV with strong antibiotics in it. You will have to have repeated doses of the vaccine every two hours for thirty-six hours so you will spend the night here and then you can go home the following day in time for dinner. When you come here in the morning, bring your shaving gear and cancel any meetings the rest of the week, because you will need to relax so you can recover quickly. You've a rare virus that has only been documented in South America. Have you been to South America lately or been close to any orchids lately?" "No, I haven't been south in six months and I don't remember any orchids recently." I replied. She leaned back and commanded "I can't do anything for you today. Go home and find some way to relax or relieve yourself. Then be here at 7 am sharp so I can get started before I make my hospital rounds." "Thank you doctor. This has been the most enjoyable doctor's office visit that I've ever had." I proudly proclaimed as I stood. "See if you still feel that way in two weeks." she promised. Then she picked up her pen and started writing. I was dismissed. The Treatment The rest of the day was rough. Very rough. I'm in good shape but even my strong arms get tired after the eight masturbation's within twenty-four hours. I couldn't do anything but masturbate because I was too horny. And I'd transferred my sexual fantasy from Vickie to Alice. The beautiful and mysterious Alice. The very professional Alice. The Alice that had promised me that I would be in her panties within two weeks. Could I wait two weeks? No. I wanted her now. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to suck her. I wanted her to suck me. I wanted to fill her full of cum. I wanted to see my cum dripping down her mouth. I wanted to suck on her tities. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to bury my hard cock in her cunt. I wanted to rub my cock across her nipples and to stroke my hard cock between her breasts and to shoot my cum up to her face. I wanted to fuck her so bad that I couldn't stand it. I'd never had this strong of a sexual urge for any woman and I really didn't know how to handle it. Or if I wanted to. I was enjoying the feeling that I was having, even if it was very unpleasant to be constantly aroused. I mentally undressed her several times and discovered that she had a beautiful body. I imagined what she would look like in a tight sweater, a short skirt, with make-up, and her hair fixed differently. I imagined what she would look like, just walking around in her bra and panties. Lacy underwear. Black garters. I imagined what her tongue would feel like on my cock. I sniffed the air to see if I could get a trace of her cunt smell. I tried to watch TV but I could only think about having sex with every woman that I saw on the TV. I realized that I was stroking myself as I watched Ophra discuss problem children with her audience and wondering what her pussy would taste like. I found that I wasn't looking at her face, but staring at her boobs to see if they jiggled as she walked up and down the aisle. As she turned, I pretended that she was naked and I was looking at her ass cracks. I had to turn the TV off because I was breathing hard and sweating lightly just from the image of a normal woman on TV. There was nothing sexy about what she was doing or saying, but I was so turned on by their images, that I couldn't concentrate on anything else. I went out to get some fresh air, hoping that it would clear itself up, but I did nothing but stare at every woman's tits and their asses as they went by me. I wanted to hump every woman that I saw. For the first time in my life, I wanted to go into a peep show and masturbate as I watched fuck films. I found myself driving to the section of town where the prostitutes hang out. I knew that I couldn't go on like this. Alice's treatment had to work. And it had to work quickly. I've got to be cured. I knew that I couldn't wear my Batman costume until I got my problem under control. Although I could change the costume so it wouldn't have the tights, I couldn't trust myself if I found a woman in a helpless situation. I thought about what would happen if I saved some woman and wound up fucking her just because she was vulnerable. The newspapers would start calling me Cockman or the Horny Hero. The Batsignal went off that night. I called Police Commissioner Gordon at his office and discovered that there had been a major robbery at a jewelry store. The crooks had already escaped so there wasn't much that I could do to help. With my current state of mind, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on the robbery and focus on finding the criminals. I informed the Commissioner that I was sick and unable to come but would investigate the crime when I was feeling better. He answered he understood and would not use the Batsignal for a couple of days unless it was very important. ****** I masturbated again as I took a shower the next morning. Every time had produced almost a small cup of cum. I canceled some meetings and lunches that I was supposed to attend. The hardest one to cancel was with Vickie Vale. I didn't talk to her on the phone but got her answering machine. Her recorded voice sounded so wonderful that I dropped by trousers and started stroking myself as I tried to keep my voice level. I left her a very brief message and finished masturbating as I stood by the phone, with my trousers down around my ankles. I gathered my overnight case and told Alfred that I would be gone for a couple of days. He told me not to worry and to take care of myself. Good old Alfred. What would I do without friends like him that I can trust with my inner most thoughts and feelings. When I got to Alice's office, the door was open and I went in. She was reading the newspaper. She looked up and reported "That was some robbery last night. Batman was called but didn't show up. They escaped with almost half a million in diamonds. Wonder what Batman was doing that was so important that he couldn't show up. I would like to meet him someday. Oh well, are you ready to spend a couple of days being treated by me?" she asked. I sat down and admitted "I couldn't control myself last night. I thought about you a lot. I used your image as the object of my attention. After I get over this, I'm going to have to see if the real you is as good as the mental image of you that I was focused on for so many hours yesterday." She laughed and responded in a somewhat husky sounding voice "And I thought about you. I really did. I thought about you and would like to get to know more about Bruce Wayne. I want to know the real Bruce. The man behind the mystery. The most desired man in Gotham City, excluding Batman of course. If you only knew how much I through about you yesterday. Well, after this treatment is finished, I've got some things to tell you. Some things to share with you. I promise you that I'll get to know you much better. Would you like that? That is, would you like to share some things with me and get to know me better?" "Yes. And I can't wait until you've cured me. If you don't cure me, I'll have to rape you. When do we start?" I asked. She stood and commanded in her very professional voice "Follow me." I followed her down the hall to a patient room. She directed "Take your clothes off. You need to be completely naked. I'll come back in about five minutes and expect to find you naked and lying on the bed. Ready for me. Understand." I gave her a big smile and she walked on down the hall. I put my shaving gear away, took off my clothes and hung them up. Then I peed and laid down. She came back and laughed when she saw the totem pole sticking up in the middle of the sheet covering my body. She pulled the sheet off of me and prepared a needle. When she had it ready, she advised me "This will relax you. To make sure that you don't hurt yourself while you're connected up to the needles, I'll have to restrain you. Taking this medication can impair judgment and I've got to make sure that you don't hurt yourself. Just relax and put yourself in my hands. I'll make sure that you don't have that engorged cock problem when you wake up. As you go to sleep, think about me. Remember what I promised you. You will be in my panties within two weeks. All you have to do, is trust me and sleep. A good sleep while I take care of you. " She injected the needle into my arm. Then she started an IV into my arm. When the IV started flowing, I was feeling very warm and relaxed from the shot. I don't know what was in it, which is unusual for me. I usually ask and know what is being injected into me. But with my concentration screwed up, I didn't care about anything, except how to satisfy my hard cock. I didn't object as she fastened my legs to the bed. Then she restrained my arms. Then she put two straps across my body. I didn't care. I was warm. I was happy. I was relaxed. I didn't care what she did to me. As I went to sleep, I was very happy. The Slow Wake-up I feel very confused. I'm still drugged and can't concentrate more than two seconds at a time. I feel weak. I can tell that my body is tied to the bed. I remember coming to the doctor. Doctor Alice. Good old fucking doctor Alice. She is going to cure me. She is going to fuck me after I get out of here. My mouth is dry and a tube is down my throat. I don't remember a tube being placed down my throat. I try to sit up but can't because I'm tied down. I feel so weak. My throat is raw. I can't talk because of that damn tube down my throat. Why did she have to do that? Did she run into problems? Where is she? Why am I still so druggy? I hear a voice close by but I can't understand it. I'm still half asleep. The voice repeats itself and sounds very familiar. Through my fog, I faintly hear "Bruce, can you hear me? I've stopped the medication but you're not ready to be untied yet. The medication that put you to sleep should wear off in the next couple of minutes and you can wake up. The treatment was a success, by the way. You no longer have a hard cock sticking up from your body." Good. I'm cured. Thank god. Now if she will only take that tube out so that I can talk. Then she can untie me. I can feel the sleeping shit wearing off and feeling some sensations returning to me. I know that I've got to pee. The familiar voice says "Keep your eyes shut while I remove this tube. Then you can open your eyes." I know the voice is familiar but I can't place it. I know it's not Alice's voice and I wonder where she is. I almost gag as the tube is pulled out of my throat. As it leaves my mouth, I cough and then open my eyes. At first, everything is blurred but then I began to focus. I can see the man standing beside the bed that removed the tube. As my eyes focus, I think to myself that he looks a lot like me. Then my eyes clear up and I see that it is me. The man standing beside the bed looks enough like me to be my twin brother. I mumbled "Who are you?" but my voice sounds strange and funny. I try to move again, but can't because I'm still tied to the bed. I look hard at the man smiling at me. It is me standing there. Something is wrong. He smiles and says "Yes, Bruce. You're looking at yourself. This is your body. Or used to be your body. It is now my body. I'm now Bruce Wayne, playboy millionaire. Or you can call me Batman. Yes, I know about that. You see, my trap was to catch Batman and I was very happy to see Bruce Wayne show up with the symptoms that only Batman could have. By the way, you're now Doctor Alice Albertson. How does it feel to be a cunt? I told you that you would be in my panties within two weeks and I didn't lie to you. You just didn't expect to be put into a situation where you were wearing them, did you Alice?" My strength was slowly returning but I was still weak and I had to know what was going on "How did you do this? It's impossible." "Your old buddy Superman is the one that you should thank for your current situation. About eight years ago, that scientist from the Phantom Zone tricked Supie into putting on an illegal Krypton body exchange helmet. The scientist called the helmet the Web, which stood for Wearers Exchange Bodies. Get it, W E B. Supie wound up in the Phantom Zone in the criminal's body and the criminal was on Earth reaping benefits from Superman's talents. Well, Supie found a way to escape and to trick the criminal into exchanging bodies again. During the fight, Supie thought the helmet was destroyed, but it wound up in South America. I found a tribe that didn't know what they had. I proved it could work on Earthlings and came looking for you. Or rather came looking for Batman. You see, I never wanted to be a girl. When I was a girl, I used to pretend that I was a male super hero. Not a weirdo like Superman or Green Lantern, but someone that was a hero because of their excellent normal physical capabilities. You were my hero. I wanted to be the Batman. I even considered taking Batgirl's place and had a costume made for me. But playing Batgirl wasn't the same as being the Batman. I had to be you. The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that I had to be you. And had the technical capability to be you. If I could get you into my office and asleep. I put the broken glass up on the building. I arranged for the robberies to occur in that area, knowing that sooner or later, you would seek out the highest building for your perch. I knew that you would have to be treated by the most knowledgeable doctor. That could only be me, with your symptoms. I was expecting Batman to show up within a couple of days and I was very surprised when Bruce Wayne showed up. So I used the Web on you. You've been captured and brought under the control of the Web." I was getting some feeling and control of my body now. Or whose ever body that I was in. I turned my head so that I could look at myself to see if what I was hearing was completely true. I couldn't see nothing but a sheet pulled over a body. All body parts were under the sheet. The man laughed. I couldn't call him Bruce because that's me. He uttered "You want to see your body? Don't blame you. It is a nice body. It is much nicer than when I occupied it. Have you figured out yet why you had the tube down your throat when you woke up? Well, it is because not only do I've great plans for your body continuing the Bruce Wayne and Batman identities, but I have even better plans for you in that body. I told you that I always wanted to be a man. I wanted to be a man with a perfect wife. A sexy horny beautiful woman that only has one goal in life which is to keep me satisfied. I hated my body when I was living in it and seriously thought about going through a sexual reassignment surgery, but I knew that I would always look like a skinny queer looking guy. So when I found the helmet, I decided that I could re- sculpt my old body into what I think the perfect woman should look like. You know that I'm a doctor and can do that type of plastic surgery. So after we swapped bodies, I put you to sleep and re-built the body. I enlarged the boobs, using a technique where the implants were inserted through an incision in the belly button area. The scar will never show. The boobs went from a 34B to a 38DD. A tattoo like injection was used to darken the areolas to a sexier looking nipple. I also padded the hips and ass cheeks and removed some fat from around the waist. The nose was re-built also and some silicone cheeks were implanted in the face. The lips were injected so that they will have a wonderful little pout and will look lucious, not like my old thin, cruel lips. In two weeks all scars will be healed, the bruises will have cleared up and any evidence of surgery will be difficult to find. You will be a very beautiful woman with a very sexy body." He pulled the sheet back and I looked down at the body. The chest was taped and so where the hips. But looking at the arms and legs, I could see that I was definitely not in my body. As I was checking my body out, he held a mirror in front of me so I could see my face. It was her face, except that the nose was bandaged and the area around the eyes was blue from the surgery trauma. I tilted my head back. I'd seen enough. He put the mirror down and pulled the sheet back over me. I cried in her voice, hearing a slight hint of terror "You're not going to get away with this. I'll come after you. You should have killed me when you had the chance." He laughed and shrugged "You don't get it yet, do you? Think for a minute. Why should I endanger my wonderful plan by leaving you in a situation where you can find me. I don't plan to hide. I'll be Bruce Wayne. I'm Bruce Wayne. When I went home last night, Alfred had supper waiting for me. He was really worried about me but he knows that good old Doctor Alice had done the best that she could. After he went to bed, I poked around until I found the entrance to the Batcave. I'm quite impressed. You've done a lot of work in there and have the best setup that I've ever seen. I don't know what everything does yet, but I learn quick. I'll also be Batman. Only this Batman will cash in on his popularity. Batman will show the beautiful women how his Batcock works. And you. Do you think that my plans call for you to pick up the Doctor Alice identity? No, because you won't and don't have the medical skills, not that you couldn't bluff your way through at start and quickly pick up the skills. You will remain Alice Albertson but you will not practice medicine. After all, with all the money that Bruce has and that Alice has, you don't have to work. You will change your direction in life. Alice's friends will discover that she tired of being a plain jane that was dedicated to her job and never concentrated on her looks. They will discover that she had some nips and tucks here and there and changed herself into a blond sexpot. Then she found a man that she was crazy about. Which will be me. All she wants to do, is to satisfy her man. Which is me again. She will have no memories of being anyone but the blond bombshell that she is now. You see, the reason that I was in South America was because I'd already discovered the little virus that I used to catch you. I was there because I had suspicions that mixing that flower with another particular flower, could produce a very strong and potent hypnotic drug. I perfected my drug and it will help you forget everything about being Bruce Wayne or Batman. You will only remember what I tell you to remember. I'll help you learn the Alice identity and to build the blond sexpot personality. I'll make you happy to be Alice and teach you how to make me happy. You will live with me at Wayne Manor as my mistress. I'll work on Alfred's memory so that he doesn't question any lapses in my memory or changes in my personality. When Dick comes back, I'll help him with his memory also. Batman and Robin together again. Oh, one question has been bugging me. I know that my version of Bruce Wayne will be bi- sexual but did you and Dick ever get it on? All of those rumors are floating around about Batman and Robin. Anyhow, Dick will become bi-sexual when he gets back from school." "You fucking asshole" I screamed as I pulled at my bonds. "Now, now, don't do that. Don't want to cause any un- necessary stretch marks in my perfect surgery, do we? Let me give you a mild dose of tranquilizer to calm you down." he announced as he twisted a dial on the IV pole. I was struggling against my restraints but within moments, I felt the anger ease and I wanted to relax. He continued "You see, you're going to be the key to my success in my impersonation of you. After I hide your old memories and create your new memories, you become nothing more than a simple cunt. A fuck. A fuck with a perfect body that's willing to do whatever I desire her to do. But with this body and identity, I can get whoever I want to provide me the same sexual relief. So I don't really need you except that I want to become the perfect Bruce/Batman. To do that, I need someone to coach me, to help my memory. So I hide your memories so that when I give you a code word, they will be available for me. Only thing is that you will not have the personality that you have now. You will have the new personality that I'll give you. It will be a very vivacious personality in a fucking terrific body. Think of Marilyn Monroe or Racquel Welch with Batman's memories. You will tell me what I want to know and then those memories will go back to sleep with another code word. After awhile, they can go to sleep permanently. So, don't plan on marrying me. I just want you for your body and your lack of brains. I'll take care of you, but you will be happy. Remember when I promised you that you would be in my panties within two weeks? Well, you will be, but you will think that they are yours because you're wearing them. I also promised you that when you woke up, you wouldn't have that hard cock sticking out from your body. Was I right or was I right?" he laughed. I didn't care. The new drugs were making me very placid. He took my pulse and checked my pupils. Then he declared "It is time to start some of your training. What is your name?" "Bruce Wayne." I replied. "No, I'm Bruce Wayne. You're Alice Albertson. What is your name?" he asked. "Brruuce Wayne" I replied, feeling my tongue slur the words. "No, I'm Bruce Wayne. You're Alice Albertson. What is your name?" he asked again. I felt good. He wasn't going to confuse me Whatever his plan was, it wasn't going to work. I'm in control of myself. I know who I am. I smiled as I responded "Alice. I'm Alice Albertson." "Good. We both agree. I'm Bruce Wayne. You're Alice Albertson. Who am I?" he asked. I knew that answer. Whatever he was trying to do to me, wasn't working. I replied "Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne. No matter what you do to me, you cannot convince me otherwise. You're Bruce Wayne. I'm Alice Albertson." "What sex are you? Alice Albertson is a woman. Bruce Wayne is a man." he stated. Another easy answer. I smiled again as I felt a warmth flow through my body. I replied "I'm a woman. They wrote a song about me. I'm woman. I was born a woman. I've got a cunt. I'm woman. I'm Alice. You cannot control me. I'm too strong for you. Whatever you're trying to do to me, won't work. I'm woman. I'm Alice. I like that name. Why don't you turn me loose Bruce and let's talk this over." He sighed "We still have a long way to go. Do you remember your first period? Tell me about your puberty, when you first realized the difference between men and women's bodies." I felt a little dizzy. It must be from lying in bed. I rolled my head around and opened my eyes to look at Bruce. He smiled at me and I smiled back. He has a nice smile. Then I remembered what he asked me "Oh, yeah. I was fourteen." Before I could continue, he interjected "Twelve. Remember that girls mature two years before boys." "Yeah. I was twelve. I remember it now. I remember being scared as I discovered that I was bleeding. You should consider yourself lucky Bruce because men don't have to go through that. Only us girls. Part of the price for being a woman, I guess. Anyhow, I was twelve when I had my first period. What was the question again?" He patted my hand and declared "You're doing good. What is your name again?" "Alice. Don't you forget it. I'm Alice Albertson. Doctor Alice Albertson, but you can call me Alice." and then I started giggling. Don't know why, but us girls giggle all the time. Must be something that our female hormones cause. Two weeks later I slowly wake up and stretch. It feels good to not have to get up anymore. Deciding to retire from my medical practice and take it easy was one of the best decisions that I ever made. I only have to get up now, when I feel like it. I sat up and a hunk of blond hair falls across my face. I push it out of my face and throw the covers off. I stand and walk across my bedroom to the bathroom. I squat and pee, then wipe myself dry. I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself. I like what I did to my hair. I like my new blond color and the permanent. I smile and look at my cheeks as I check out my new high cheekbones. They look very natural. The blue bruises around my eyes have faded and I can start putting make-up on now and fixing myself up. I say out loud "Alice Albertson, you're some sexy woman." I like the sound of the words as I say them. I smile at myself in the mirror and say the words again, only this time, making my voice lower and sexier sounding "Alice Albertson, you're a very sexy woman. Every man in Gotham City wants to fuck me." I pull my nightie off and look at my titties. They look so natural and real. I like the bigger shape of them. They are still a little tender and I can't have sex yet because they need to heal a little more, but they do make my figure look nicer. I wonder why I didn't have the bust enlargement years ago. As I look at my reflection in the mirror, I try to recall the wonderful dream that I was having when I woke up and especially remember what we did. Bruce was in it. I've been dreaming about him a lot and my dreams are always sexual. I open the night-stand drawer. After the dream, the sight of the vibrator just makes me feel lonely and horney. I hold it in my hands looking at it. It was a vibrator with interchangeable rubber cups, etc. I flicked the switch on the handle and pressed the cup against my thigh very lightly. The immediate feeling was marvelously pleasant and I began rubbing the vibrator in light circles over my thigh. I let it drift closer to my pubic area, letting the vibrator get closer and closer. There was a very pleasant feeling as the device came closer to the edge of my panties. Each circular motion of the vibrator found it moving closer and closer to my crotch. I moved it from my thigh and pressed the head flat against my panty covered pussy. As I alternated applied and released pressure, I began to feel something bruilding in my loins. The more I did this, the harder I pressed the rubber cup against me. It didn't take long for my panties to get wet in the crotch. Quickly turning the vibrator off, I sat up and pushed my hand inside my panties and felt how soaking wet I was down there. My dark pubic hair lay in damp ringlets. Exploring with my fingers, I inserted one in the top of my slit. Just touching my clit sent a very pleasant jolt through me. I began to rub myself as I turned the vibrator back on again and pressed it against my crotch as I fingered myself. I pushed the crotch of my panties down so that the vibrator rested directly on my pussy. I adjusted the skin folds so that the little nub was exposed and put the vibrator in direct contact with that very sensitive area. The feeling was so intense that I pulled the vibrator away for a few seconds. When I replaced it, my clitoris was once more covered by its hood, so the contact was extremely wonderful and bearable. Getting used to the vibrations, I began to push and turn the vibrater to explore the other sensitive areas. Then without warning, I felt my pussy begin to pulse and throb. I pressed the vibrator harder against me, intensifying the feeling, feeling the heat pass through my body. My breasts began to tingle. Lifting the other hand to one tit, I could feel the nipple standing rigidly outward. I was moaning and groaning as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me. I felt like I was in another world, enjoying brand new sensations. But I knew that I'd done this before. This is my bedroom and my vibrator. Why does this feel so new and strange? Then it began to fade. I removed the cup and put the six inch dildo attachment in it's place and turned it on. I raised my left leg a little and shifted my hips, . I started going slow. It felt as if my insides were being flipped inside out. I began to pump the artificial penis in and out, slowly. As my excitement began to build, I pumped faster and faster. The vibrations were great, but I was really enjoying the pure thrusting. I thought about turning the vibrator off, but before I could really do it, my vagina began its explosive contractions around the dildo as I experienced a very strong orgasm. As I lay there in the warm afterglow, I smiled as I extracted my toy from the still pulsing cavity. I looked down and watched my pussy turn inside out as it clung to the soft rubber surface. My left hand traced the outline of my sexually stimulated nipples, adding to the pleasure of the moment. I tried to remember the experience in my mind. It had been was as if my whole body had begun to radiate heat from the pit of my stomach. I'd felt goose bumps on my arms and legs, my face had seemed on fire. Also there had been that strange tingling sensation in my breasts as my heart pounded as if it had wanted to leap from my chest. The blood had throbbed in my temples and I could hear it rush in my ears. It was a very good feeling. It was heavenly. After about 20 minutes, I step into the shower and let the warm water stream over me. As it flows over my body, it feels so good as the warmth flows around me. I normally take relaxing baths, but I've got some things that have to be done today and need to hurry. I start washing myself and feeling how sensitive my body is. I feel very soft and as I wash myself, I start getting a little turned on from my gentle washing. As my washcloth touches my vagina, I shudder from that wonderful feeling. I find it difficult to wash and keep going because I want to play with myself. But I've got some things to do today. I shave my legs quickly and then rinse myself. After I finish my shower and dry off, I parade naked back into my bedroom. I know which bra I'm going to wear because I only have two bras that I can wear for the next two weeks, while I heal. I take some lotion and rub into my sensitive boobs. Then I put my support bra on and some white panties. I put panty hose on, making sure that they don't have any ruins in them. Normally I don't wear both panties and panty hose but I'm due for my period and can't be too careful. I pick out a nice blouse and skirt and put them on. Both are a little tight. Bruce and I are going shopping today. He thinks that I should buy some new clothes to fit my new body and my new image. I agree. Most of my clothes are very matronly or formal. I don't know why I wore those styles. I find it difficult to remember that I used to be that uptight about my appearance. I've looked at pictures of myself over the years and I was very stuffy. Well, that was the old me. The new me is very vivacious and alive and happy to be a woman. I feel like I just woke up after being asleep most of my life. I've got so much to do. So many things to make up for. And Bruce is going to help me. I put some highheels on and almost stumble as I walk across the room. Funny, you would think that I would have better balance in these things after wearing them all my life. I blow-dry my hair and brush it the way the beautician showed me. I still can't do it as nice as she did, but I get better each day on making it look the way that I think it should look. I hesitate as I start to put my make-up on. For years, I didn't wear any and now I've got to learn how to apply it. But Bruce arranged for a couple of lessons and I can put the basics on. I look at myself in the mirror. I'm really fantastic looking and have some nice curves. I can't wait until the next two weeks are up so that I can have sex again. I pick some earrings and put them on, then add a simple necklace and a ring. I pick up my purse and look at myself again. I'm very beautiful and Bruce is very lucky because I want to be his woman. I go down to the kitchen and pour a glass of juice to help me wash down my daily pill. I've got a small thyroid problem and have to take this pill every day of my life. I lock up my house and go outside to my car. I've got to trade cars. This little Honda doesn't match my new image. I get in the car and start the engine. Then I remember that I'll have to get a new driver's license to match my new looks. Don't want any cops giving me a hard time. I drive slowly over to the section of town where Bruce lives. He wants me to move in with him and I think that I will. I like being with him. Sleeping with him, feeling him next to me. Sucking on his cock. Having his cock inside me. All of those wonderful feelings. I pull into his driveway and see a strange car. I walk up to the door and press the door bell. "Hello, Alfred, is Bruce ready?" I ask as Alfred opens the door and I enter the house. I like Alfred. He takes such good care of Bruce. He looks a little bit hesitant. Then he says "Please come with me to the den and I shall inform Master Wayne that you're here." As we walk to the den, I see them. Bruce is coming down the stairs and has his arms around Vickie Vale. That damn hussy is after my man. I take a deep breath as we start to walk by the staircase, but I decide to show her that I'm not afraid of her. "Hello Bruce. Vickie, imagine seeing you here. What a surprise. Are you going to join Bruce and me this afternoon?" I ask in my most honey-dripping voice. "Hello Alice. No, I was just leaving. Thank you for the invitation and maybe we can do it someday but I've got other plans for today." then she turned to Bruce and continued "I enjoyed myself. We will have to have a long discussion soon. Bye." As she walked down the stairs, I saw that she had an overnight case in one hand. She had spent the night here. I continued my best fuck you type of smile. The fucking bitch is trying to beat my time. Alfred showed her to the door and I waited until she was outside. Then I queried "What was she doing here?" Bruce looked at me and reported "Your body hasn't healed yet. She was here to give me some very needed relief. She is a very good fuck." "My mouth is healed. I can do everything with my mouth that she can do with her whole body. Bruce, why do you treat me this way?" I pleased. "I thought that we agreed that I could fuck whoever I wanted to fuck." he grumped as he walked into the den. I followed and watched as he lit a cigarette and sat down. I sat down beside him and queried "When did you start smoking?" He waved the cigarette around and admitted "I always wanted to start, but never did for some reason. Thought I would try it for awhile to see if I like it. Are you going to move in here?" "Yes. But do I have to have a separate bedroom. Why can't I sleep with you in my.... I mean your bedroom?" I asked, puzzled as to why I already thought about his bedroom being my bedroom. "We have visitation rights with each other and I can have other visitors if I want. I like fucking Vickie and I'm trying to get the Catwoman to come over to see me. You're almost healed and are ready to move in here. We will have your new clothes delivered here and then get what we want to bring from your house." he proclaimed. He drove me shopping and we shopped. He has very taste in women's clothes for being a man. He knew what would look good on me and what wouldn't. We bought new bras, panties, slips, panty hose, blouses, skirts, pant suits and formal dresses. Bruce likes to have a lot of parties and wants me to look very sexy on those nights. We spent almost twenty thousand dollars on new clothes for me. But as he admitted, I'm worth it. We shopped all day and then went back to Wayne Mansion. I wanted to sleep with Bruce but he wouldn't let me. He responded with something about doctor's orders I awoke the next morning to find the sunlight gently radiating into my bedroom. I was confused for a moment and was trying to determine why I was in this bedroom and not in the master bedroom. Then I remembered our discussion last night. Alfred had prepared coffee in my anteroom and it's wonderful smell was calling me. The warm glow from the morning sun illuminated the room and inspired me to have my morning coffee while sitting naked at my window seat. My thyroid pill is on the tray and I take that with my coffee. As I reclined against the pillows, I felt the rays of sun bathe my naked body in a glorious warmth. I saw Bruce working out in the backyard gym. He has a very expensive workout area and spends a lot of time at it from his overall physique. The sweat glistening from his muscles left me breathless and starved for sex. Seeing him work out made me crave the endless hours of lovemaking that I was looking forward to. His skin was bronzed by the sun. He was built well, his arms and legs were muscular and looked very powerful. The tight shorts he wore framed a rounded, tight ass, and a bulge up front that made me stir as I watched him lift weights and work out. I wanted him. I was very aroused. I decided to go on down to the pool and take in some sun. I dug my new bikini out of my clothes that I purchased yesterday. As I was tying the top around my back, I tried to imagine what I could do to get him to make love to me today. After I was suited up, I went to my mirror to make adjustments for the maximum benefit. My breasts are DD-cup, and very high on my chest. The straps of the bikini pulled them even higher and made them even more full, my cleavage was exposed and looked very provocative. I turned sideways to see my flattened belly and rounded ass. They looked perfect against my strong, toned legs and thighs. I adjusted the thong that ran down the center of my ass so that it was strategically placed in the center of my vagina. The thong skillfully spread my vaginal lips exposing their pinkness. My pubic hair that was exposed was beginning to glisten with the moistness that had begun to seep from deep within me. If I couldn't have sex with him, I would see how aroused I could get him from looking at my body. I wanted to see him get a rise in those tight little shorts. I liked dressing seductively. I enjoy wondering what men are thinking while they look at me, fantasizing about what they would do to me if they had the chance. I walked outside to the pool. I opened the door and stepped out into the patio. The noise of the door opening prompted him to turn around. "Good morning. I slept very good last night. How do you like my new bath