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Batgirl and Catwoman
Author unknown
On a dark rooftop, Barbara Gordon crouched, her skin
tight purple pants beginning to make her uncomfortable.
She leaned cautiously over the skylight. Grimy with soot
and streaked with pigeon droppings, it was difficult to
see through, but she could make out the shapes of people
moving. If only she could be sure... Then she heard a
voice, silky as a cat's purr but loud as a lion's roar and
she knew she was in the right place. She had found the
Catwoman's Lair! And before Batman and Robin, too! She
slipped something the size of a lipstick case from her
utility belt, and then, wincing at the dirt on the glass,
leapt through the skylight.
She landed in the soft sand of a giant litterbox.
"I've got you now, Catwoman!" she said, as she
straightened her mask.
The Catwoman reclined on a large dais covered with
pillows, her slave Kitten brushing her hair. "Do you?
Get her, boys!"
Instantly, the Catwoman's slaves (all dressed in black
turtlenecks and wool caps--cat burglars, you know) rushed
for Batgirl. Barbara pulled herself up on a pipe and
kicked two of them in the jaw. One grabbed her around the
waist from behind, but she smashed him with her elbow.
She decked another with a right roundhouse punch, but the
resulting BIFFF! distracted her and Kitten put her out
with a vial of Cat-sleep-gas.
When Barbara awoke, she was being bound to a giant
scratching post. She tried to struggle, but Kitten was
just finishing the knots that held her wrists above her
head. The Catwoman yawned from across the room. "Purrr-
fect. I was about to get bored."
Kitten returned to Catwoman's side. Barbara noticed as
she struggled that the carpeting covering the scratching
post was rough against her ass. Her costume was gone!
"Shall I remove her cowl now?" Kitten asked.
"No, darling," said the Catwoman, scratching Kitten
under the chin. "You know what a fetish I have for
masks." She adjusted her own black and green sequined
mask with a gloved hand. "Bring me the cat-o-nine-tails."
Barbara flinched when she saw the tentacles of leather.
The Catwoman swung it a few times experimentally. "now,
Kitten, let's see if we can make our Tweety Bird sing."
Barbara tried not to scream, but she felt as if the
leather were scorching her skin. As she clenched her
teeth, sweat broke out all over her body. Finally, she
screamed as the cat ripped at her breast. She felt
something dripping. Was it sweat? She hung her head and
gasped at the sight of blood, trickling from her nipple
down her stomach.
Catwoman's eyes glittered in her mask slits. "Kitten,
would you clean up that mess."
Kitten sauntered over, letting her curvaceous hips
swing in her all spandex cat suit. She knelt in front of
Barbara, and began licking the welts on her hip. SLowly
she worked her way up, her tongue warm and wet, but not as
rough as a real cat's, Barbara noted with relief. The
probing tongue reached her nipple, circling it, tweaking
it as the tip hardened. Barbara moaned, pulling on the
ropes that held her hands. But she couldn't push the warm
soft wetness away any more than she could stop the whip
from falling. Kitten ran her fingernails down the curve
of the other breast, then over Barbara's ribs, bringing
goosebumps up all across her flesh. She sobbed.
Catwoman came over, pushed Kitten aside. "So," she
said, her face inches from Barbara's. "Where's the
Batman? It's such a shame he has to miss this." When
Barbara didn't answer, teh Catwoman pinched her nipples,
one in each hand, and held them there. "Didn't you invite
him to our little party?" Again no answer. The Catwoman
pinched hard, twisting. "No, you didn't. I can see why.
You wouldn't want to run the risk of him seeing me. He
might forget all about you. Poor thing, you must ride all
over Gotham on that Batgirl-cycle of yours, the engine
humming between your legs, looking for him." She let go
and Barbara sighed. Kitten handed up some clothespins.
"What would you say to him? 'Oh, Batman, you can leave
the mask on, but show me that great manly organ of yours?'
Say it." Barbara lifted
her head.
"I said, 'say it.'" Catwoman placed a clothespin on
Barbara's lkeft nipple. "Say 'Batman, I want to suck you
dry. I've admired your cock for years, always just
beneath that thin layer of spandex.'" She put another pin
on the other nipple. "Not very cooperative, are you. Say
'Batman, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Push your
giant bat-dick into my little bat-cunt.'" She placed
several more clothespins on Barbara's flesh and stepped
back. "I'm going to insist." She picked up a small whip
and cracked it. Barbara jumped. "Ah, I see you remember
the taste of leather. Now say 'Batman, push your giant
bat-dick..." Catwoman picked one of the clothespins off
with the whip. Barbara began sobbing again. "Go on,
'Batman, push your giant bat-dick into my ... " She
whipped her on the thigh, then picked off another pin.
Barbara screamed and tried to say something, but her
chest was heaving. "Ba... ba..."
"Come on," Catwoman encouraged her with a breathy sing-
song. "Batman, I want your giant bat-dick inside my
little bat-cunt."
"Batman..." Barbara began. She flinched as Catwoman
raised her arm. "I want your giant bat... dick, inside my
little bat... cunt." She relaxed as Catwoman's arm came
down.
"Too bad, batbitch," Catwoman growled, "If it's going
anywhere, it's into this pussy!" And she whipped off the
rest of the pins, and a few more long hard strokes for
good measure. Then she noticed that Batgirl seemed to
have passed out. "Such a shame. Boys, get her on the
table. I want to see her begging me."
A little Cat-smelling-salt and Barbara was staring up
at the ceiling. She was on a metal operating room table,
with her feet bound into stirrups and her ass resting in a
slight depression. Her hands were bounds at her sides.
*Maybe I shoudl have made mytrail a little more obvious,*
she thought. *Just because Batman has a big vocabulary
doesn't mean he's that smart. Maybe the bat-compuer is
down...*
"Now, Tweetie," Catwoman said, as she came in wearing a
white doctor's coat over her usual slinky black dress.
"We're going to play my favorite game."
"Doctor?" Barbara said quizically.
"No, Veterinarian," Catwoman purred. She pulled a
syringe from one of the deep pockets of the coat. "First
your rabies shot." "You'll never
get away with this," Barbara said out of a sense of
obligation to cliche. But she held her mouth shut as
Catwoman plunged the needle into the thick muscle of her
arm. It burned like fire but she couldn't move to soothe
it.
"Now, you look like you;ve been through hell, little
bat. Let's see what we can do." She pulled a flashlight
out of her coat and began examining Barbara's
hindquarters. "Hmm, hard to see down here. We'll have to
do something about this hair. I see you're not a natural
redhead..." She began plucking brown pubic hairs with a
tweezers. Each pluck was a jab of tiny electric pain, and
a throb of blood in her labia. Catwoman picked up the
pace after about twenty hairs. She rested one thumb up
against Barbara's clitoris. Which each hair, Barbara
jumped a little, just enough to move teh Catwoman's thumb.
When Barbara realized what she was doing, she tried to
hold still, trying to squeeze her legs muscles and abdomen
tight, so she wouldn't rub against the intruding finger.
Catwoman laughed. She produced am electrolysis needle
from under the table. "Now, DON'T MOVE" she said.
Barbara couldn't help but jump from the first bite of
the needle. She could feel the heat of the pain and the
heat of arousal flooding her whole pubic area. Tears ran
down her face as the Catwoman put down teh electrolysis
needle and began licking the edges of her vagina. The
sharp point of her tongue tweaked her clit and Barbara
sobbed. Catwoman continued circling the clit and tweaking
it until Barbara began to move her hips just a bit, back
and forth. With each stroke of the tongue, Barbara could
feel the stinging in her arm and the marks on the breasts
less and less. She hoped this would keep teh Catwoman
occupied until Batman could show up.
The Catwoman sat back. "Poor little bat, why are you
crying? I think you need more attention." She ran her
hands down the marks on Barbara's ribs, caressing the
bruised flesh. "There there." She smiled as she saw the
nipples hardening again. "That's better. You see, I
don't have to hurt you. Yes, I can be nice." She slipped
a finger into Batgirl's swollen cunt, down into her
vagina, massaging gently. "I know how you feel," purred
the Catwoman.
"No, don't," Barbara was saying through her tears.
"Leave me alone!" But she couldn't fight the delicious
feelings that swept over her as the Catwoman's expert
hands did their work. Then Kitten was there, caressing
her face and her neck, while the Catwoman put her tongue
to work again. She felt as though she were being lifted,
up and up, on the hot rising cloud of desire. She sighed,
tensing her stomach muscles for the inevitable explosion.
She moved her hips again, wanting the orgasm that would
erase all the pain.
"How's that?" The Catwoman pulled her finger slowly
away, laughing as Barbara tried to lift her body to meet
it. "Uh uh. My turn." The Catwoman stepped out of her
skirt and climbed on top of Barbara. She squatted over
Barbara's chest, and began to finger herself, moaning and
growling. The wild onion scent of her sex drove Barbara
wild. Barbara clenched her vagina open and shut, trying
to release herself from the sexual plateau where the
Catwoman left her, but she couldn't get any farther. The
Catwoman had her eyes closed and her head thrown back.
Barbara stared into her cunt, and then, slowly, lifted her
head as far as she could, her tongue out. She lifted her
shoulders ff the table as far as she could, and licked the
back of Catwoman's hand. Catwoman's eyes sprang open.
"Why, Batgirl, are you HUNGRY?"
Barbara tried to get her tongue past Catwoman's
fingers.
"I suppose you are giving me your cooperation because
you'd like me to do the same."
"Yes," Barbara said, tasting the salty surface of
Catwoman's labia. "Please."
"I like the sound of that."
"Please Catwoman," Barbara said, feeling foolish and
not at all sure how to phrase her begging. "I'll do you
if you do me."
"How quaint." And Catwoman lowered herself over
Barbara's mouth. "Mmmm, you're good at this. I thought
only women in prison were this good." Catwoman pumped her
hips and Barbara's licking became more frantic. "Look's
like the Cat's got your tongue!" The Catwoman began to
meow, bucking harder, and holding her own breasts.
Finally, she hissed and spat and collapsed forward into
Kitten's arms.
She climbed down slowly, sighing. Then she circled the
table. "Mm. I guess I have my half of the bargain to
uphold." She produced a roll of first aid tape. 'Very
well." She began taping Barbara's red labia open,
sticking strips of tape longer than necessary to Barbara's
thighs. When Barbara was stretched taut, she began
probing her vagina with her fingers, keeping one thumb on
her clitoris. "Imagine this is Batman," Catwoman purred,
as she held up a purple dildo for Batgirl to see. She
rubbed the rubber cat toy against Barbara's clit and
Barbara bucked. She was getting very close now. She then
inserted the dildo, slowly into Barbara's vagina. Barbara
was so ready that the large toy slid in with no problem.
Catwoman bumped it against the back a few times, then
twisted it in a wide circle. Batgirl moaned. "Oh please,
Catwoman, please."
"Come on, you know how cats like to play with their
prey." But she relented, lowering her tongue down to
Barbara's throbbing clit. She held the dildo in place,
and began licking.
Suddenly, a door was kicked in. "We've got you now,
Catwoman!" Barbara and the Catwoman both turned to see
The Caped Crusader and the Boy Wonder standing there, with
their hands on their hips.
Catwoman stood up and sighed as Batgirl squirmed in
frustration. "Get, em, boys."
To be continued!
Will the Dynamic Duo fall into the claws of the Catwoman?
Will Batgirl ever have an orgasm?
Tune in again, same Bat-time! Same Bat-newgroup!