One month later, "Bryce" Wayne whimpered as she staggered into the bathroom.
After she'd surrendered to Falcone, he'd messed with things so that Bruce Wayne was declared dead in a boating accident, and all his fortune had gone to his "cousin" Bryce. Who had then signed everything over to Falcone. Now Bryce was just his drugged-out bitch he kept at the former Wayne Mansion.
She sighed, rolled-up a $20-bill, and snorted a line of coke. At least Falcone kept her in diamonds, furs, and - most importantly - lots and lots of drugs. The drugs helped her to feel good, helped her to forget what a disaster all this was.
With the information Falcone had gotten from her, he'd taken total control over Wayne Enterprises and all the Batman technology, gone after Bryce's friends and enemies and done what he'd like to them. He'd grabbed Alfred, messed the butler over and turned him into "Alfreda," the mansion's busty milf maid.
Bryce whimpered. Alfreda hated Bryce, blamed her for betraying everything the Wayne family had held dear. Alfreda couldn't do anything against Falcone, so she got her revenge by punishing Bryce any way she could. Falcone let it go because he thought it was funny to see the former prim butler go after Bryce with a riding crop and a big ol' dildo.
But right now Falcone was having a party for all his cronies, and he wanted Bryce to be there. The only way she'd be able to face it was to be all nice and coked-up.
She moaned. She was feeling horny. That was nice....
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