It appeared to Batman that things were going from bad to worse. He had little idea of how bad things were going to get though. Being incapacitated was not a position he found himself in all that often, and never at the hands of such an attractive woman. Catwoman had had her moments, Poison Ivy a few too, but even then he was not in such a position as the one he found himself in right now. He felt Madam Payen grind her wetness against his chest. The feeling of her arousal only sparked more arousal from the bat himself. His cock strained hard against the rubber codpiece of his suit, one of the few regions left unscathed by the brutality the three women had laid upon him.<br/><br/>His cowl coming off was unexpected, and not good in the least. It was not as if this dominatrix had ever been intimidated by him before, but all intimidation factor had been lost in that moment. Her hand sharply coming across his face a sharp reminder of the power she currently exerted over him. A small wince of pain appeared in his eyes as his cheek stung slightly. There was not much more to say in response to her as he felt the crop press hard into his chest making it hard to breathe. His eyes watched her posture up curiously, then he saw her begin to undress. The tight body suit coming off one side, then another, as pale flesh was revealed. Her skin was remarkable, and shimmered in the room, and he even thought he heard a purr from Catwoman in approval.<br/><br/>Her thighs squeezed him, a reminder that if he were to try anything there would be dire consequences. Indeed it was a perilous affair, but it appeared that what was to come next did not involve much for physical violence, though he couldn't be sure. He watched her stand to finish peeling the skintight suit off of her body, and fling it across the room. Batman could do nothing but watch as her pussy hovered above his face. The crop was pressed hard into his chest, presumably by her legs as she lowered herself onto his face.<br/><br/>Of course before she landed completely her wetness had dripped onto his face. Batman felt the drops on his face as things soon went dark her pussy lips meeting his lips as she ground herself into his face. He figured he knew what she wanted him to do, it was fairly obvious that she expected Batman to work his tongue into her pussy, of course he resisted at first, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. Logic of the situation began to take over though, it was hard to breathe with the crop pressing against his chest, and her pussy covering his face. So slowly his pink tongue moved forward, probing gently at the folds of her pussy, tasting her sweet nectar of excitement. He worked his tongue along her folds until he found the magical button of her clit and he flicked at it gently before massaging his tongue into it. The embarassment of the situation, the mighty Batman being forced to give her pleasure, was an afterthought since right now he knew that the sooner he gave her pleasure to sooner he would have access to fresh air once more. At least he hoped this would be the case.