Batgirl: Catwoman's Prey (nc, bd)
by Citizen Bane
I.
"Hmmm.... This is interesting," Barbara Gordon said to herself as
she put the newspaper down on her desk. In the past few months, the
rising crime rate of Metropolis has become national news. Before that,
there's also the humiliating defeat of Supergirl in the hands of a group
of bungling bank robbers and her subsequent disappearance. Barbara had
meant to look into the matter when she first heard of it, but has been
postponing her trip to Metropolis by Gotham's own problems with crime.
Commissioner Gordon had repeatedly asked her (as Batgirl) to help him
cope with the situation. As Barbara Gordon, she knew very well why her
father was so anxious about the situation: while it was true that crime
rate was rising again for the first time in many years, the real reason
was that her father was under a lot of pressure from Frank Pattern, the
mayor of Gotham City, who was just launching his re-election campaign.
Barbara didn't like the man at all. In fact, she hated him. Turning
parks into industrial areas, closing down schools so that expensive
condos could be built on the land, in her mind he was nothing but a pawn
of the capitalists. But she could not leave her father on his own. So
Batgirl worked extra hard with the police to deal with all kinds of
criminal activities, and in the end the crime rate was down again, and
Pattern got re-elected. Now it's the time, Barbara thought, to finally
go and help a city in need rather than a petty politician.
At first she had wanted to make some preparations for her trip to
Metropolis, like trying to contact Batman or Superman, but today's paper
had made her decide to go immediately. Her old foe Catwoman had struck
again, this time stealing all the gold stored in the Metropolitan Bank.
Although Batgirl was happy that she has managed to drive Catwoman away
from Gotham City (at least that's what she thought), she has always
wanted to catch her and send her to jail, and now there's another
chance. There's also something intriguing in report. According to one of
the guards, Catwoman was assisted by "a naked woman wearing only a black
leather hood", and the reason that the alarms didn't go off was that
there were switched off by this woman, who was "flying in the air so
that the sensors on the floor weren't triggered off". Since the guard
was drugged by Catwoman during the heist, his claims were dismissed by
the police as hallucinations caused by the drug. But Barbara's instinct
told her that there must be something more to it. And could this have
something to do with Supergirl's disappearance? So far no one had
mentioned any connection between the two. Hmmm....
Thinking that she could be the crimefighter to both capture Catwoman
and solve the mystery of Supergirl's disappearance, Barbara could feel
her adrenaline rising. Immediately she went to the head librarian's
office to ask for a whole month's leave, then she booked a ticket for
the next flight to Metropolis. Next, she called her father. Knowing that
she would have a hard time explaining her sudden departure to him and
knowing that he was still in his office, she called his home and left a
message on his answering machine, making up some excuses. And in less
than three hours, she was on a plane to Metropolis.
Barbara checked into a hotel and immediately started planning her
hunt for Catwoman. Connecting her computer to that of the Metropolitan
police, she downloaded all files related to crimes suspected to be
committed by Catwoman in the past few months. It seemed that Catwoman
had visited all major art galleries and museums in Metropolis, and had
just begun her tour of banks. This is not too difficult, Barbara thought
as her computer came up with a list of Catwoman's possible targets.
For the next few nights, Batgirl staked out at the banks and jewel
stores. Probably encouraged by her success, Catwoman had been very
active recently, striking almost every week, and Batgirl believed that
she wouldn't have to wait very long. On the fourth night, when she was
hiding outside a bank, she picked up a police transmission from her
radio saying that Catwoman had just hit another bank. Damn! Batgirl
thought as she jumped on the motorbike that Barbara bought shortly after
her arrival.
Dr Rancor watched the police seal off the crime scene from the top
of a building nearby. Despite her flamboyant style Catwoman was actually
very careful. All her heists were well-planed, with the police's actions
carefully monitored. After watching for a while, he and two of
Catwoman's henchmen slipped out via the backdoor of the building
unnoticed into an alley where a van was waiting.
"Let's go--" Dr Rancor was just about to get on the van when he
noticed that the driver's seat was empty. "Need any help, mister?" He
jumped at the voice of a young woman, and his jaw almost dropped to the
ground when he turned around and saw a masked figure in a tightly-clad
suit, with her hands on her waist. "Batgirl!" He cried out in surprise.
"Yes, that's me!" Batgirl said proudly. "Get her!" Regaining his
composure, Dr Rancor ordered as he reached into his pocket and switched
on a signaling device. The two henchmen immediately launched their
attack, but they were no match for the well-trained Batgirl and were
down in no time. "Well, whoever you are, mister," Batgirl said as she
cautiously approached the man, "I suggest that you come quietly with me,
and we'll go looking for Catwoman."
Just when Batgirl was reaching out to grab Dr Rancor she heard the
sound of a car approaching. Immediately she turned around and saw a van
pull up in front of them, and four men jumped off. Thinking that she
could handle them all by herself, Batgirl decided not to alert the
police nearby. She knocked down the first two guys, but then she saw Dr
Rancor running towards the back of the van. "Stay there, mister!" She
jumped over and knocked him out. But Dr Rancor already his hand on the
grip of the van's door and he pulled it open, and in the dim light in
the alley Batgirl could see the naked figure of a woman inside. It was a
woman wearing a black leather hood which covered her entire face except
for her eyes and her mouth, which was now wide-open in surprise. She
could also make out two glittering rings on the woman's breasts. "Oh,
no! It's Batgirl!" the woman exclaimed. "Get her!" Another woman shouted
from inside the van. Catwoman! Batgirl thought as she knocked down
another guy with a back-swing kick. "No! I can't! She's Batgirl!" she
heard the naked woman said.
"You useless slut!" the other door swung open and Catwoman jumped
out, scolding the naked woman. "Well.... look who we've got here!"
Turning to face Batgirl, Catwoman purred, "you don't know how much I
miss you, Batbimbo!" "You don't know how much I miss you either,
Catwoman!" Batgirl snapped back as she knocked down the last guy. "Help
me, please!" the naked woman cried out. Thinking quickly, Batgirl
decided to help the woman first. Dr Rancor was still lying on the
ground. Maybe she could get him and the woman, and they would eventually
lead her to Catwoman. Now let's just get the hell out of here. She
reached inside the van, grabbed her arm and pulled her out. She could
now see that the woman was not totally naked but was wearing what looked
like a black leather thong. Holding the woman's arm with one hand,
Batgirl threw a gas pellet and was about to grab Dr Rancor when the
woman suddenly dropped down onto her knees. Shit! Batgirl thought as her
actions was slowered by this. At this moment she felt something touching
her back, and immediately a jolt of electricity shot through her body.
Batgirl made an "Uhh!" sound as her contracting diaphragm forced the air
out of her lungs, and then she collapsed onto the ground.
"You're a bunch of useless craps!" Catwoman scolded as her henchmen
struggled to get up. Stun gun in hand, she stood over the unconscious
Batgirl, "but boy you guys are just sooooooo lucky!" she said as she
began laughing, "first you get to fuck Supergirl everyday, and now you
are going to have Batgirl too! Man I surely take care of my employees'
welfare!" "And you!" she became angry again when she turned towards the
hooded Supergirl, "you almost spoiled everything! You're definitely
gonna pay for this!"
Barbara woke up to find herself gagged and blindfolded on the floor
of one of the vans. Her legs were tied together, her hands were tied
behind her back, with her elbows also tied together, making her
extremely uncomfortable. She couldn't help but grunt under her gag.
After what seemed like ages, the van finally came to a halt. She heard
the door open, and several pairs of hands grabbed her and carried her
out of the van. She was aware of being carried inside a building, and
she heard doors open and close. Finally, she was put down onto the
floor, and her gag and blindfold were removed.
"Welcome to my new headquarters, Batbimbo!" Catwoman's voice greeted
her as her eyes adjusted to the light. Barbara could see that she was in
a large room, possibly a warehouse, surrounded by several of Catwoman's
henchmen. Standing behind them were the middle-aged man and Catwoman.
Next to Catwoman was a young woman on her knees. It was the naked woman
that Batgirl saw, only that her hood was now removed.
"Supergirl!" Batgirl exclaimed. Supergirl opened her mouth as if she
was about to say something, but then she looked at Catwoamn in fear and
lowered her head, her face blushing with shame. Although Batgirl
recognized Supergirl's face, she could hardly believe that this was
really Supergirl. There was not a single trace of her usual confidence
and determination on her face, and her athletic body was no longer
covered by her tunic. Instead, she was on her kness, naked except for a
black leather thong, in front of these criminals, with no attempt to
cover her nudity. What's more, Batgirl could clearly see the two silvery
rings on her nipples, as well as the leather collar on her neck.
"Supergirl! What happened? What are you doing here?" Batgirl
exclaimed. "Hmmm.... Looks like your friend here has a lot of questions,
slut," Catwoman purred as she lifted up Supergirl's face with a riding
crop in her hand, "why don't you begin by telling her your name first?"
"I'm.... I'm S-Superslut...." Supergirl said meekly, her face
blushing with shame. "What?" Batgirl couldn't believe her ears. "You
see," said Catwoman giggling, "Supergirl got tired of fighting crime and
saving people's lives and has decided to turn her powers to more
interesting goals, so me and Dr Rancor here have helped her become
Superslut. Why don't you explain to Batbimbo here what exactly are you,
slut?"
"I--I'm a f-fucktoy...." Supergirl said, her eyes closed with the
pain and humiliation of having to utter those words in front of a fellow
crimefighter. "That's impossible! What have you done to her? You wicked
woman!" Turning to Catwoman, Batgirl demanded angrily.
"Tsk, tsk, that's not very nice, isn't it?" Catwoman purred as she
came over, "especially when you're all tied up...." smiling wickedly,
she removed Batgirl's utility belt. Batgirl could only watch helplessly
as her belt was taken away by one of Catwoman's henchmen. "What, what do
you want?" she demanded, still trying to sound brave.
"Well, dear," Catwoman purred as she stroked Batgirl's bound body
gently, "we've got some old scores to settle haven't we? I was planning
to pay you a visit after I'm done here, but it seems that you have
decided to give me a surprise gift!" Said Catwoman giggling. "You,
you'll never get away with this!" Batgirl snapped angrily. "Oh, really?
Look at this!" Catwoman took out a remote control and pressed the
button. There was a light humming sound, and immediately Supergirl let
out a grunt. As Batgirl watched in surprise, Supergirl closed her eyes
and began panting and her hips started wriggling. Then Catwoman switched
off the remote control and Supergirl immediately let out a cry of
frustration. "Show her," at Catwoman's signal, two of her men grabbed
Supergirl by her arms. As they slowly pulled the thong off her, Batgirl
could see that a vibrator was fitted inside it. It must be controlled by
the remote control in Catwoman's hand, and that was how Supergirl was
stopped from running away that night. Still, Batgirl was shocked to see
how Supergirl was totally under its mercy. Denied of her orgasm,
Supergirl was now lying on the floor in a fetal position, moaning
lightly, her thighs glistening with her juices.
"See?" Catwoman asked, laughing triumphantly, "all she wants now is
to come, isn't it, slut?" she asked the moaning Supergirl. "Y-yes, oh,
oh," Supergirl answered in a dreamily voice. "Take the slut away!"
Catwoman ordered, "and get her ready for her punishment!"
Batgirl was concerned about Supergirl, but now she had more imminent
worries. If Catwoman was able to turn Supergirl into some kind of
sex-slave, what is she going to do to her?
"Not quite the kind of reunion that you were expecting is it?"
Catwoman's words brought her back from her thoughts. "Whatever you're
trying to do, you'll never succeed!" Batgirl snapped in defiance. "Good!
I like that! C'mon boys, set her up!" Immediately, six guys grabbed
Batgirl and carried her to the center of the room. Batgirl struggled
despartely, but tightly bound as she was, there was nothing she could
do. Before they untie her, three men held her still, and a fourth man
gave her a heavy punch in the stomach. As Batgirl doubled up and choked
with the pain, they quickly untied her and cuffed her wrists to two
cuffs hanging down from the ceiling. She was hauled up until her feet
were about one foot from the ground, then her ankles were also chained
to two hooks on the ground. Batgirl winced as the men pulled the chains
taut, stretching her body. Then the men stood obediently next to her as
Catwoman approached.
"Gosh, I've been waiting for this for so long," Catwoman purred as
she stood in front of Batgirl and raised her right hand. Batgirl looked
in horror as a claw-like blade protruded from her forefinger. She poked
her finger at Batgirl's throat and Batgirl could feel the blade cut
through her suit, and she held her breath nervously. Sensing her fear,
Catwoman laughed. "Are you ready, doctor? It's time to unwrap the
present!" She said laughing as she drew her hand down, ripping open
Barbara's batsuit.
The front of the suit was now cut open, and Barbara's cleavage could
be clearly seen. Biting her lip, she was determined not to plead or cry
out. She closed her eyes and turned her head away in dismay as Catwoman
made another cut from her left wrist to the right. Grabbing the back of
her suit, Catwoman pulled it down and now Barbara's upper body was
totally exposed. Barbara blushed with shame. Her young, firm breasts
were totally exposed in full light, for each of theses crooks to see.
"Hmmm.... Lovely!" Catwoman said teasingly. "Would you like to see more,
doctor?" "Yes, of course!" Dr Rancor chuckled. Catwoman made several
cuts along Batgirl's legs, and ripped the suit completely off her body.
Batgirl was now totally naked except for a black thong, her mask, gloves
and boots. "Oh, look at that!" Catwoman cried out in mocked surprise and
pointed at Barbara's thong. "What a naughty girl!" Everyone in the room
was laughing, which turned Barbara's shame into anger. "You can laugh
for all you want!" She snapped, "but I'll never surrender!"
"Oh, really? I'm not so sure," Catwoman teased. "But we'll find out
about that later. All I want to know now is the identity of Batgirl.
Don't you want to know that, boys?" "No!" Batgirl cried out in dismay.
As Batgirl protested and her henchmen cheered, Catwoman reached up and
ripped the mask off her face.
"Oh my goodness it's Barbara Gordon!" Catwoman exclaimed, and she
burst out laughing. "Batgirl is Barbara Gordon!" She exclaimed.
"So, Miss Gordon," she teased the furious Barbara, "is working at
the city library really so boring that you have to run around the city
in a rubber suit?"
"I was trying to help people! And to stop criminals like you!"
Barbara protested angrily. "Oh, really?" Catwoman laughed, "But you
could have joined the police, just like your father, or any ordinary
citizen! You know what? I think you just want to show off! you get off
showing off your body in that suit of yours, you little slut!"
"No! That's not true----Ouch!" Barbara's angry protest turned to a
cry of pain when Catwoman grabbed her right nipple and twisted it.
Reaching down, Catwoman cut off Barbara's thong to reveal a
nicely-trimmed pussy. "Hmmm... nice!" Catwoman purred and she ran her
hand over it. Barbara closed her eyes and turned her head away in
dismay. "Take your filthy hand off me, you evil woman!" She snapped.
"And what are you going to do if I don't, Miss Chastity?" said Catwoman
as she forced a finger up Barbara's dry hole, causing her to wince with
discomfort, "you just wait and see, I'll have to begging for it in no
time."
"I was going to start your training rightaway," said Catwoman as she
withdrew her finger, "but since you're such a nice girl I'll postpone
that until tomorrow. Now I'm just going to give you a taste of what your
punishment will be like!" Smiling viciously, she signaled one of her
henchmen, and he came over with a leather case. From the leather case
Catwoman took out a syringe and a small bottle. Barbara watched
nervously as Catwoman drew the contents of the bottle into the syringe.
"Don't worry," Catwoman said smiling, "you'll soon find out what it is."
Barbara couldn't help struggling as Catwoman approached with the
syringe. "Catwoman! I'll get you for this!" She cried out in
desperation.
"Oh, I just can't wait for you to get me!" Catwoman cooed as she
poked the needle into Barbara's arm and injected her. "This is one of
several new drugs that I've been experimenting on. Try it, I'm sure
you'll like it."
Barbara waited anxious for the drug to take effect. But after a few
minutes, the drug still didn't seem to be doing anything. Then smiling
wickedly, Catwoman leaned forward, stuck out her tongue and licked her
left nipple. "Oooooh!" the sensation of pleasure was so strong that
Barbara felt as if she was struck by a bolt of lightning. Caught by
surprise, she couldn't suppress her moan. "See? This drug can enhance
your sensation of both pleasure and pain by a hundred times. That was
how pleasure's like with it," Catwoman said as she picked up her crop
and walked behind Barbara, "but today we'll focus on the pain part...."
with these words, she brought the crop heavily down on Barbara's back.
"Aaaaaaaah!" Barbara cried out in pain. She was expecting the worst
but the feeling was almost unbearable. Swish! Catwoman hit her again.
"Uuuuuuurgh!" Barbara gritted her teeth and tried not to cry out. "So
how do you like it, huh? Huh?" Catwoman asked as she hit Barbara again
and again, and soon Barbara's back was criss-crossed with red welts.
Slowly, Catwoman moved her way down to Barbara's white, round ass. "Ugh,
ugh," Barbara let out several suppressed cries as Catwoman went on.
"Hmmm... not bad for a spoiled bitch like you," Catwoman said as she
stopped, giving Barbara some time to catch her breath. "Let's see how
our Batbimbo is!" She said as she stood in front of Barbara.
Barbara was trembling with the pain. Her body was covered by a thin
layer of sweat, and her auburn hair was matted to her forehead. She
looked at Catwoman and bit her lip. "Now take this, slut!" Catwoman said
as she brought the crop down on Barbara's breasts.
"Aaaaaaaah!" Barbara howled with the pain as the crop landed right
across her delicate breasts. "What? Not so tough after all are we?"
Catwoman said as she whipped Barbara again, this time hitting her right
across her nipples, drawing another cry from Barbara. "Ah, ah, ah!
Aaaaaaah!" She tossed her head and cried out as Catwoman hit her again
and again, and now the white globes of her breasts were covered with red
stripes. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. "Please! Stop!" She
pleaded, "please! You win! I can't take this anymore! Ah! Ah!"
"Excuse me? What did you say?" Catwoman asked teasingly as she
continued. "I said you've won! Please, stop!" Batgirl pleaded, her eyes
now wet with tears. "And what do you mean by that?" Catwoman asked as
she hit Barbara one more time. "Ouch! I, I'll do what you say! Just stop
hitting me!"
"Oh, really? Are you sure?" Catwoman asked. "Yes, p-please! I beg
you! Just stop!" Barbara pleaded, gasping, a drop of tear finally ran
down her cheek. "And if I tell you to fuck every man in this room, will
you do it?" Catwoman asked. "I...I...Oh!" Barbara cried out in alarm as
Catwoman poked her breast with the crop. "Oh, yes, yes," she answered
meekly, closing her eyes in shame. "Well, boys, you heard what the lady
just said! Now let her down!"
Barbara was still shaking when the men lowered her to the ground.
They adjust the length of the chain so that she was now on her knees,
with her ankles still chained, keeping her legs spread. "Well, Dr
Rancor," said Catwoman cheerfully, "as usual, I think you should do the
honor."
To be continued....
