Batgirl: Catwoman's Prey (nc, bd, M+/ff)
by Citizen Bane
II.
Barbara resigned herself to fate as Dr Rancor took off his pants.
Laughing, Catwoman knelt down next to the bound and naked heroine and
tentatively placed her hand on Barbara's thigh. Immediately a shudder
ran through her, and when Catwoman slowly ran her hand up to her pussy,
Barbara couldn't help but let out a grunt. The sensation-enhancing drug
was still effective, and when Catwoman began to tickle her clit, the
sensation was incredible. "Oh...oh...." Barbara moaned and wriggled her
hips, her juices flowing in torrents. "Well, doctor," said Catwoman
giggling, "it looks like our Batcunt here just can't wait to be fucked!
You'd better hurry up!"
"Sure!" said Dr Rancor chuckling as he knelt down behind Barbara and
positioned his cock at the entrance of her steaming pussy. "Here,
Batcunt! Take this!" He grunted as he thrust into her with one deep
thrust. "God she's tight!" he gasped, "not so tight as Superslut of
course but still incredibly tight! Oh I just can't wait to fuck her
ass!" Excited, he began thrusting. "OH! Huh--huh!" Barbara grunted as Dr
Rancor fucked her with long, hard thrusts. She was at first alarmed by
Dr Rancor's words, but now she was so absorbed in the powerful sensation
of his fucking that she didn't care anymore. She moaned and squirmed
madly, and she felt herself coming. "This slut is wild!" Dr Rancor
chuckled. Sensing that he was close to coming, he increased his tempo,
and as Barbara signaled her orgasm with loud cries, he thrust deep into
her and shut his load deep inside her.
"Oh, oh," Barbara was still moaning after Dr Rancor had pulled out.
"So how do you like the daughter of Gotham City's police chief?"
Catwoman asked giggling. "Not bad, not bad at all!" Dr Rancor chuckled,
running his hand along Barbara's bruised back. "Why don't you try her
ass too, I bet she hasn't been fucked there before. Unless I'm terribly
wrong about this little slut. Am I, Miss Gordon?" Catwoman asked as she
grabbed Barbara by her hair. "Uh, no--no," Barbara answered meekly.
"C'mon, doctor, let's get you ready," said Catwoman eagerly.
"No! Pl--" Barbara's plea was cut short by Catwoman, who grabbed her
cheeks and squeezed her mouth open. Immediately, Dr Rancor forced his
softened cock in. "Mmmm!" Barbara struggled at the invasion of her
mouth, frowning at the taste of Dr Rancor's cock, a mixture of his cum
and her own juices. However, with Catwoman's firm grip on her jaw, all
she could do was to moan in dismay as Dr Rancor thrust back and forth,
and soon he was rock-hard again. "Look at it, Batcunt!" Catwoman pointed
at Dr Rancor's cock, now coated with Barbara's saliva, as he pulled out.
"Soon you'll have it buried up that cute little ass of yours!"
"No!" Barbara cried out in alarm as she felt the head of Dr Rancor's
cock at the entrance of her virgin ass. Savoring her fear, Dr Rancor
held still for a while before he grabbed her hips and slowly pushed his
way into her tight anal passage. "Oooooh! Ugh! Ugh!" Barbara cried out
and tucked at her bonds. She felt like her whole body was completely
filled up by this cock and it was going to split her in half. Dr Rancor
pushed until he was totally buried inside Barbara, then he held still
and let his cock throb inside the now trembling heroine.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Barbara began moaning when, after a few minutes, Dr
Rancor began pumping her. Her moans were soon stifled when Catwoman
signaled one of her henchmen and he immediately pushed his cock into her
mouth. Taken by the sensation of her ass-fuck, Barbara didn't try to
resist this time, and was soon sucking on the guy eagerly, moaning all
the time. Laughing, Catwoman turned to leave the room. "Okay guys! Get
ready for your turn! Remember, each one of you has to fuck her at least
once before I'm back!" She said laughing.
In another room, Supergirl was waiting for Catwoman, chained
spread-eagled to a large wooden rack. She looked at Catwoman in fear as
she entered. "Please don't punish me!" Supergirl pleaded, "I promise you
I'll never disobey you again!" "Shut up, slut!" Catwoman scolded.
Secretly she was pleased at the lack of self-esteem that Supergirl
showed. "You're a useless slut and now you're going to pay for it!" With
these word she produced a black leather box and opened it in front of
Supergirl. Supergirl looked and saw that it was full of needles of about
two inches long. "Look at them! They're nice aren't they?" Catwoman
purred. "They have an extra-high Krytonite content, eighty percent to be
exact, and I'm sure you'll love them!"
"No! Please! Please!" Supergirl begged. "Shut up! Slut!" Catwoman
scolded as she placed a ball-gag over Supergirl's mouth and tied it
around her head. Then, smiling wickedly, she took out a needle from the
box. As Supergirl watched in horror, she slowly pointed it at her right
breast. Supergirl shook her head frantically, struggling in vain against
her bonds. "Here, try this!" Catwoman hissed as she grabbed Supergirl's
breast with one hand and slowly pushed the pin in.
"Hmmmm!" Supergirl tossed her head and screamed in agony as the
needle pierced her breast. Catwoman continued until about half an inch
of the needle was inside, then she took out another needle. With
Supergirl struggling and screaming, she proceeded to push about three
dozen of needles into Supergirl's breasts, and now they looked like two
pin cushions. By this time Supergirl was in agony, and she didn't even
noticed it when Catwoman moved down to her pussy. Her whole body
tightened when Catwoman pushed the first needle into her blonde snatch,
right next to her pierced lips. After Catwoman had adorned her pussy
with more than ten needles, Supergirl was not longer screaming. She was
shaking silently in agony; her eyes were half-closed, her cheeks were
wet with tears, and her forehead was covered by a thin layer of cold
sweat. For Catwoman, the tortured heroine was an exquisite sight, and
she bent over to lap the tears off Supergirl's cheeks. "Listen, slut, I
know this is going to disappoint you," Catwoman purred, "But you're not
going to get your daily gang-bang tonight. Instead, you'll spend the
night here with these lovely pins. This is what you get for disobeying
me! And when my men come to get you tomorrow morning, you'd better be a
good girl!" Then she left, leaving the superheroine in pain and
darkness.
When Catwoman returned, the sixth man had just finished with
Barbara. The effect of the sensation-enhancer was finally wearing off,
but by this time Barbara had already lost count of her orgasms. She was
now hanging exhausted by her wrists, gasping, with her cheeks covered
with cum. Cum was also running from her chin down her neck to her
breasts, and dripping down her thighs from her pussy and her ass. She
gave Catwoman a dazed look as she came in. "So how is our Batcunt doing?
Have you guys all fucked her? Good! Now get this filthy slut cleaned up
and send her back to her cell!"
Barbara was too exhausted to put up a fight when they unchained her
and hosed her clean. Next, she was carried to her cell on a different
level, where she was put on a leather collar, with matching leather
cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Then she was made to get on all fours
and a bowl of rice and a bowl of water were placed in front of her. "Eat
it, slut," one of her guards said, "this is your dinner. And don't use
your hands!" he added as the others burst out laughing. Barbara looked
at the bowl of rice and felt like crying. She hadn't eaten anything
(except cum) since her capture, and now she was both tired and hungry.
But for her, to eat like a dog in front of all these men was too
humiliating, even after they had all used and abused her in the past few
hours. Seeing her hesitate, the man chuckled and asked her, "what, don't
like plain rice? Let me add some seasoning." With these words he
unzipped, pulled out his cock and started jerking off. "Oh, no!" Barbara
cried out in dismay and turned her head away. But the other guys held
her and forced her to watch as the first man shot his cum on the rice.
"Now, slut, eat this!" He said chuckling. "No--Oh! Ah! Ah!" Barbara's
protests were cut short when another man raised the whip in his hand and
brought it heavily down on her unprotected ass. The pain of the whip
hitting her new wounds made her jump up and cry out. "Oh! Oh! Ah!
Please, stop! Please! Ah!" Barbara pleaded as she finally began to cry.
"Please!" she pleaded, "I'll, I'll eat it! Please! Just don't hit me
anymore!" And as the men watched and cheered, the defeated crimefighter
lowered her head and began lapping up the water and the cum-stained rice
from the bowls. When she finally finished eating, she was finally
allowed to rest. The guards cuffed her wrists and ankles together, and
chained her collar to her cell. "Get some rest, slut!" one of them said,
"you've got a busy day ahead!"
"Good morning, my slut! Did you have a good night's sleep?" Catwoman
greeted Barbara as she was brought into the room in a leash. Upon seeing
her tormentor, Barbara could hardly suppress her anger and glared at
Catwoman. "Hmm... I like tough girls like you," Catwoman purred, "it
gives me more pleasure breaking them!" Barbara fought hard against the
urge to retort. She knew that she was still too weak to fight back, and
all she could do was to wait for her chance. She was determined not to
let Catwoman win today.
Catwoman, on her part, almost laughed when she saw the look on
Barbara's face. "C'mon, boys, get the slut ready!" At her order her men
immediately grabbed Barbara and cuffed her wrists together to the
chained hanging down from the ceiling. Before they hauled her up,
Catwoman approached her with her syringe. Remembering her whipping
yesterday, Barbara tried to put up a brave face. However, today, after
injecting her with the sensation enhancer, Catwoman injected her with a
second drug. Next, Barbara was hauled up until her feet couldn't touch
the floor. Her mind was wondering wildly what the second drug was. Would
it make her pain even worse? Could she bear it?
"Don't worry, my slut," Catwoman purred, "the second drug is not
another sensation-enhancer. It's something much more interesting. Can
you feel it now? No? Don't you think it's a bit warm in here?"
Now that Catwoman mentioned it, Barbara could indeed feel the room
getting warmer and warmer. No, it's not the room, it was her. She was
getting hot and horny. The drug was an aphrodisiac! She thought in
horror. "What have you done to me? You wicked woman!" She cried out in
shock and anger. To that, Catwoman only giggled. She was certain that
soon her newly-invented drug--the most powerful aphrodisiac ever--would
have its effect on Barbara, and she would be so horny that she wouldn't
be able to control herself at all.
Indeed, Barbara was already having a hard time keeping still. Her
face was blushing, her mouth was dry, but her pussy was getting wetter
and wetter every second, and her nipples were now rock-hard, begging for
attention. What's more, under the effect of the sensation-enhancer,
every sensation became an unbearable turn-on: the rough feeling of the
cuffs rubbing her wrists, as well as the feeling of her weight pulling
on her arms.
"Urgh...urgh...." Barbara grunted as she fought hard to control
herself. "Hmmm... I think the slut is ready..." Catwoman purred as she
raised her whip. "Aaaaaah!" Barbara cried out as the whip hit her across
her breasts. Much to her surprise, Catwoman was not hitting her so hard,
and although it still hurt, it wasn't the agony that she experienced the
day before. Instead, Barbara was taken by a strange mixture of pain and
pleasure. As Catwoman went on, Barbara felt like her breasts were on
fire; they were so hot that she wanted to beg the men, any of them or
all of them, to come over, grab them and molest them. But she still
managed to restrict herself to moans and cries.
"I think we're ready for the next part," said Catwoman as she
stopped suddenly, taking Barbara by surprise. "Bring the other slut!"
she ordered.
No one spoke while they were waiting. The only sound that Barbara
could hear was her own panting. Somehow, in her delirium, it had become
the sexiest sound in the world. Almost unconsciously, she closed her
eyes, brought her unchained legs together and squeezed. "Stop that, you
little slut!" Catwoman burst out laughing, "I've got something even
better for you! Look!"
Opening her eyes, Barbara saw Supergirl standing in front of her,
totally naked and with her head lowered. "Morning, Superslut!" Catwoman
said cheerfully. "Good morning, mistress," the superheroine answered
meekly. "Have you learn your lesson yet?" Catwoman asked teasingly as
she placed her hand on Supergirl's pussy and began gently rubbing it.
"Y-yes, mistress," Supergirl answered. "So you'll do anything I say
now?" "Y-yes, mistress." Supergirl answered again. Tiny marks were still
visible on her breasts, and she had too fresh a memory of last night's
torture to displease Catwoman. "Good," said Catwoman as she began
tickling Supergirl's clit, "now go and fuck Batcunt over there!"
"Wh-what...Ah!" Supergirl moaned as her clit expanded to its full
length in Catwoman's hand. Even though she was almost delirious with
desire, Barbara was still shocked by this sight. Supergirl had a cock!
"Oh my god! Su, Supergirl!" She exclaimed, and Supergirl lowered her
head in shame. "You heard me, slut!" Catwoman said sternly, "go and fuck
that slut Barbara Gordon!" "Oh please!" Supergirl pleaded. She wanted to
run away, but with Catwoman playing skillfully with her clit, she was
hooked, and all she could do was to tremble with excitement. Having
missed her daily gang-bang, Supergirl was now horny as hell. "Oh, oh,
yes, yes," she closed her eyes and moaned. Willy-nilly, she let
Catwoman's henchmen lead her to where Barbara was hanging, get hold of
her wrists and cuffed them to Barbara's.
"Oh...no...no..." Barbara protested as she hung face to face with
Supergirl. Now even the sensation of Supergirl breathing down on her
neck was almost unbearable, and she had to turn her head away to prevent
herself from kissing Supergirl. But she was fighting a battle that she
could never win. As Catwoman ordered, her men grabbed Barbara's thighs,
spread her legs and slowly lowered her onto Supergirl's cock.
"Ah! Ah!" the two crimefighters moaned in unison as Supergirl's cock
entered Barbara. To make things even worse, the men grabbed Barbara's
ankles and joined the two cuffs together, so that her legs were now
wrapped around Supergirl. By this time Supergirl was trembling wildly
with excitement. "Oh...Batgirl...oh... pl-please.... I'm, I'm
sor-sorry..." she whimpered incoherently. "Oh, Supergirl! Pl, please!
D--don't!" Barbara answered, panting.
"C'mon girls, don't be shy!" purred Catwoman laughing as she watched
them struggle with their desire. "C'mon!" she said as she raised her
whip and brought it down on Barbara's back. "Ah!" Barbara cried out and
jumped, and all was lost. The sensation of her pussy moving up and down
on Supergirl's cock was too much for her, and as Catwoman went on
whipping her, she locked her legs tightly around Supergirl and began
humping up and down. "Ah! Ah! Aaaaaah!" Barbara moaned loudly as she
fucked herself on Supergirl's cock. "Oh, Batgirl! Ah!" Supergirl joined
in as she began thrusting her hips in return. Soon, as everyone cheered,
the two superheroines were engaged in a passionate French-kiss, pressing
their breasts against each other's. Within seconds Barbara was coming,
and her wild squirming brought Supergirl to orgasm too. "Aaaaaah!"
Supergirl cried out as she flooded Barbara's cunt with her juices.
To be continued....
