Batgirl: Catwoman's Prey (nc, bd, M+/ff)
by Citizen Bane
III.
After her second orgasm, Barbara was still riding on Supergirl's
cock like mad,moaning loudly. Supergirl on her part was almost
exhausted, trembling with the constant stimulation on her
ultra-sensitive clit-cock. Her juices flooded Barbara's cunt and were
now running down their legs to the floor, forming a small puddle. As she
opened her mouth to gasp for air, Barbara hungrily covered it with hers
and thrust her tongue in.
"Take it easy, slut!" Said Catwoman giggling, "you're gonna kill
her! Boys, break them up before Batcunt drains Superslut dry!" Barbara
cried out in dismay when Catwoman's men uncuffed her ankles and lifted
her off Supergirl's cock. Then they unchained Supergirl and laid her
down on the floor to allow her to recover. Barbara, who was still
moaning and squirming, was also unchained. Her face was all flushed, her
hair was matted to her forehead, and her thighs were covered with
Supergirl's juices and her own. As the men uncuffed her she half-opened
her eyes and saw that a man was already waiting for her on his back on
the floor, and she couldn't help staring hungrily at his upward-pointing
cock. She obediently spread her legs when two men grabbed her thighs and
began to lower her onto this man's cock. "Aaaaaaah!" Barbara tossed her
head and moaned loudly in pleasure. Immediately, she began riding him.
"See? I told you she's a slut!" Catwoman said to Dr Rancor loudly,
and everyone in the room laughed. Although deep in her mind Barbara was
ashamed by the remark, she was far too horny to stop. Closing her eyes
again, she rode the guy in total abandonment. She began moaning even
louder when another guy knelt down behind her and began pushing his cock
into her asshole, and when a third guy stood in front of her, she
immediately opened her mouth and eagerly engulfed his cock. The three
men ran their hands all over her body, kneading her flesh and squeezing
her breasts, but the rough way they were handling her only seemed to
increase Barbara's excitement. Within seconds she came, again and again,
bucking madly like a wild pony.
Catwoman was also getting hornier and hornier as she watched.
Turning around, she saw that Supergirl too had her eyes glued on
Barbara's triple penetration and was squeezing her breasts with one hand
while stroking her cock with the other. "Naughty, naughty, you slut!"
Catwoman giggled as she began to remove her catsuit, "C'mon boys, don't
leave our Superslut alone!" She went over to Supergirl and lowered
herself onto her cock. As Supergirl cried out loudly in pleasure, a man
took his place between her breasts, while a second man entered her mouth
and a third man entered her ass.
After Catwoman had come, she lifted herself off Supergirl and a man
immediately took her place and entered Supergirl's steaming pussy. This
guy continued to toy with Supergirl's cock while he fucked her, drawing
muffled cries of pleasure from her. Catwoman walked over to Barbara. The
men fucking her cunt and her ass had already come inside her, and she
was now greedily swallowing the cum of the guy using her mouth. After he
had pulled out she collapsed onto the floor, eyes closed, licking her
lips.
At Catwoman's signal another group of men approached Barbara, picked
her up and laid her down on a small platform. Still hungry for more
cocks, Barbara automatically spread her legs wide. Catwoman laughed at
the lewd display of the young crimefighter. "Hungry for more cock,
slut?" She teased as she straddled Barbara's face. Hesitating at first,
Barbara soon began licking Catwoman's pussy when her pussy and her ass
were filled by two new cocks. Her lack of skill was more than
compensated by her enthusiasm, and Catwoman was soon moaning with
pleasure and grinding her hips against Barbara's face. A third man came
over and took his place between Barbara's full, firm breasts, which she
immediately pressed together. When the man came, he stood up and sprayed
his cum all over Barbara's breasts. "Yes, wash the slut with you cum!"
Catwoman hissed as she approached her own orgasm. The two guys fucking
her cunt and her ass immediately pulled out and began jerking off.
Barbara had already come twice from their fucking and was approaching
her third orgasm, and when they pulled out she stopped licking Catwoman
and began moaning in frustration. "Stupid cunt!" Catwoman scolded as she
impatiently grabbed Barbara's hands and placed them between her legs,
"you don't need me to teach you everything do you?" She asked as she
twisted Barbara's cum-stained nipples. Getting her hint, Barbara
inserted two fingers into her pussy and began finger-fucking herself
while toying with her clit with the other hand. After her licking was
resumed, Catwoman came quickly, drenching her face with her juices. Then
the two men came too, shooting their cum all over her breasts.
Sighing with satisfaction, Catwoman stood up. On the other side of
the room, Supergirl was riding a guy while holding her breasts to her
mouth, eagerly licking cum off them. Her cock was spurting juices up in
the air, indicating that she was coming like crazy. After that guy had
come inside her, she immediately collapsed on the floor, exhausted.
"Come here, Superslut!" Catwoman ordered. Even though she was so
exhausted that she couldn't even stand, Supergirl still struggled to her
hands and knees and crawled over. "Come here, clean up your slutty
friend!" Catwoman ordered as she guided Supergirl towards Barbara.
Obediently, Supergirl began licking the juices off her face. Barbara too
was exhausted and was gasping for air, but when Supergirl began licking
her she opened her eyes and dreamily sought Supergirl's tongue with
hers, and Supergirl couldn't help but stop licking to return Barbara's
passionate kiss. Barbara began moaning when Supergirl finally broke off
the kiss and continued licking her way down her neck to her breasts,
carefully lapping up every drop of cum. "Yes, yes, please!" Barbara
panted as she grabbed Supergirl's head and pushed it down to her pussy.
However, the obedient Supergirl insisted on cleaning up every inch of
her body, and everyone present was treated to a sexy game of wrestling
between the two superheroines until Supergirl finally reached Barbara's
pussy.
"Isn't she a good pussy-eater, slut?" Catwoman teased the moaning
Barbara. "Y-yes, I like it...oh, oh," Barbara moaned in reply. Catwoman
gave Supergirl's ass a pat, and as she had learnt, Supergirl spurned her
body around so that she and Barbara were in a sixty-nine position.
Barbara looked at the cock pointing at her nose and, without having to
be told to, eagerly took it in her mouth and began sucking....
That night, Barbara broke down and cried when she was finally left
alone in her cell. She was so ashamed of what she had done. Yet there
was nothing she could do. In the month that followed, she was put
through the same routine everyday, injected with the drugs, whipped and
then gang-banged. She and Supergirl were made to learn several routines.
For example, Supergirl would fuck her and suck a guy at the same time.
When the guy came, Supergirl would hold his cum in her mouth and then
kiss Barbara, passing the cum to her, which she would then swallow.
While they would usually lick each other clean after every gang-bang,
sometimes each of them would be ordered to clean herself up. Barbara
would first lick the cum off her breasts, then wipe the cum off other
parts of her body and lick it from her hand. No matter how ashamed she
felt, once the drugs were in effect, Barbara would do whatever she was
told to, calling herself a slut or "Batcunt" and begging to be used.
In was only after the first month that Barbara realized the full
effect of her training. This day, she was chained up as usual. But
surprisingly Catwoman didn't give her any of her usual injections.
Instead, smiling wickedly, she immediately began whipping Barbara. While
the whipping felt less painful, Barbara realized to her horror that her
body was reacting to it nonetheless. As the whipping went on, her body
became more and more aroused, and when Catwoman stopped, her pussy was
already dripping wet. In the past she was able to tell herself that her
actions were due to the effect of the drug, but now it seemed that this
perverted desire was coming from her own self. What am I turning into?
What have they done to me? She screamed in her mind. She was shocked and
ashamed when she was unchained and placed on all fours. Catwoman laughed
as she placed her hand between Barbara's legs to feel her wet pussy.
"Hmmmm..." she cooed, "looking forward to your usual gangbang today,
slut?" "No!" Barbara cried out painfully. "No? Then what is this, huh?"
she said as she held her hand, which was glistening with Barbara's
juices, in front of her. "No!" Barbara cried out again, "no---ah! Ah!"
She cried out as Catwoman brought the whip heavily down on her ass.
"Don't you lie to me, Batcunt!" Catwoman scolded as she whipped Barbara
brutally. She was hitting Barbara much harder now, and the pain of the
whip hitting Barbara's already reddened ass was excruciating. "Ah! Ah!"
Barbara cried out and wriggled her hips, desperately trying to avoid
Catwoman's whip. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. "Please! Stop!
Ah! Ah! Please! I'll say whatever you want! Please!" "Whatever I want?"
Catwoman was still not satisfied, and whipped her even harder. The skin
of Barbara's ass broke in several places, and tiny droplets of blood
trickled down her ass. "Oh, oh, I'm sorry, oh," Barbara pleaded,
sobbing, "it's, it's not what you want, it's the tr--truth, oh, oh!"
"Then say it, cunt!" "I, I want to be fucked! Please, stop!" "Who? Say
that again!" "This, this Batcunt wants to be fucked, please! Use me!
Fuck me!"
Barbara was still trembling after Catwoman stopped whipping her.
"C'mon guys," Catwoman said, "you heard what Batcunt says!"
Again, to her shame, Barbara found herself spreading her legs
automatically when the first man knelt down behind her with his cock
pointing at her pussy. "Take this, Batcunt!" the man chuckled as he
grabbed her hips and entered her with one deep thrust. "Uuuuuuurgh!"
Barbara let out a grunt of both satisfaction and frustration. While the
fucking was pleasurable, it still couldn't be compared to what it was
like with the sensation-enhancer, and soon Barbara began to moan
impatiently and grind her hips to meet the man's thrusts. Finally she
couldn't hold back any longer. "Pl-please!" she pleaded, moaning louder
and louder, "fuck me harder! Harder! Squeeze, squeeze my t-tits! Please!
Ah! Ah!" she cried out in abandonment.
From that day on Barbara's training entered a new phase. Catwoman
introduced her to one new toy after another. Not only the simple whip or
the riding crop, but also the paddle, clothes-pins, ropes--from
breast-binding to a simple hogtie--and so on. The mere sensation of
ropes squeezing her body was enough to turn her on. And then she would
beg to be used, reluctantly at first, but soon she realized that the
humiliating things she was made to say and the debasing ways she
referred to herself also gave her a kind of perverted pleasure. She was
used not as frequently as Supergirl was, but Catwoman wickedly moved her
to a new cell which was separated from Supergirl's by only a wall. In
the still of the night, Barbara could hear Supergirl's moans vaguely
when Catwoman's henchmen paid her their nightly visits, and she could
rarely resist the temptation to finger-fuck herself, for which she knew
she would be teased and punished the following day, for making herself
come without Catwoman's permission.
One morning, Barbara was waken up by Catwoman and her men. "Good
morning, cunt!" said Catwoman cheerfully. "Good morning, mistress,"
Barbara answered meekly. "Good!" Catwoman purred as she reached into the
cell and stroked Barbara's breasts, "you've surely made a lot of
progress, my little Batcunt! In fact, you've been much better than I
thought! So to be a fair owner, I'm going to give you a reward!" "A
re-reward?" Barbara asked cautiously, her attention distracted by
Catwoman's fingers on her erect nipples. "Yes! And guess what it is?
We're going home?"
"H--home?" before Barbara could fully grasp what Catwoman was
saying, her men opened the gate of the cell and got hold of her. A
blindfold, a ball-gag and a leather harness were quickly applied on her.
A thousand questions raced through Barbara's mind as she passively let
the men tightened the harness in darkness. What does Catwoman want this
time? What will become of her once they return to Gotham City? Will she
be put on public display as Catwoman's trophy? But the sensation caused
by the leather harness was soon grabbing her full attention. It was a
harness with three horizontal straps, one above her breasts, one below
them, and one around the waist, held together by a thick vertical strap
which ran from the front down between her legs up her back. Her wrists
were cuffed to leather cuffs attached to the strap around her waist, and
when Catwoman's henchmen tightened the vertical strap to make it press
hard against her pussy, she let out a muffled moan. Barbara was vaguely
aware that she was loaded into a van, then into a chopper, and after the
chopper had landed, back into a van again. At first her instinct as
Batgirl told her to take note of the condition of the road and any other
indication of where they might be, but all she could do in the end was
to press her legs together and squirm and rub her pussy against the
inside of the strap.
"Hey, slut, we're home!" said Catwoman cheerfully as she removed
Barbara's blindfold. After her eyes had adjusted to the light Barbara
could see that she was inside a large room which looked a bit like
Batman's cave, with all kinds of instruments and monitors. Catwoman was
sitting in a large swivel chair in front of a control panel and several
monitors. "This is my new home, cunt," she said, "generously financed by
the people of Metropolis."
"Wh, what do you want? What are you going to do?" alarmed, Barbara
asked. "What am I going to do? I don't know," Catwoman cooed, "what do
you think I should do with these cute little toys, slut?"
"Anyway," Catwoman went on, "I know what I'm going to do with them
today, at least. You see this monitor here? Well, this machine in front
of me can do many things," she said as she pointed to a panel in front
of her, "it can jam all broadcasts, for example, and turn every local TV
station into my own Pussy channel, or your own Pussy channel, to be
precise," she laughed wickedly as she presses a button. Immediately the
monitor began showing one of Barbara's countless gangbangs.
"No!" Barbara cried out in dismay. "No?" Catwoman asked teasingly,
"Why not? I'm sure your father would love to know what you've been doing
lately. Or maybe you prefer this other scene?" she pressed fastforward
and the scene switched to Barbara masturbating alone in her cell.
"Please!" Barbara pleaded, "I beg you! Mistress! You can do
anything, but don't let my father see me like that! It'll kill him!
Please! I'll do anything for you!"
"Anything?"
"Yes! Just don't show that to my father!"
"Oh, by the way, I heard that you're fired from the Gotham City
library," Catwoman said, suddenly changing the subject. "What?" Barbara
asked, surprised. "You know, you've been away for so long, they had to
find a replacement." Catwoman went on. "Er, yes," Barbara answered,
still puzzled. "But don't worry, I've found you a new job! You know
Madame Duvall?"
At this point Barbara finally realized what Catwoman was getting
at. "No!" She protested. Madame Duvall was the owner of a private,
gentlemen's club. Barbara and some activists had petitioned many times
to have it closed. Her father, Commissioner Gordon, had wanted to close
it down too, but the Madame seemed to be protected by many of the rich
and powerful in the city, those who, Barbara suspected, were themselves
among its members. To work for Madame Duvall would mean becoming a
prostitute, and there's no way she's going to do it.
"Well, what d'you think?" Catwoman purred, "at least your secret
will be safe from your father, unless he's a member of course..."
"No!" She cried out again. "No? Are you sure?" Catwoman said as she
got up from the chair and stood in front of Barbara, who by now had to
be strained by several of her men. "But I think it would be the perfect
job for you!" she cried out in mock surprise as she grabbed Barbara's
right nipple. "Look at you! You're getting wet the moment this harness
was put on you! And don't you think we didn't see you trying to get off
on the way! Look at how wet you are now! Huh? You little slut!" She
scolded as she pinched and pulled Barbara's nipple cruelly, causing her
to wince with pain. "You're Batcunt! A slut! And this is the perfect job
for you! Do it or I'll send the tape out! I'll make sure that the
commissioner gets a personal copy! You cunt!" "Ah!" Barbara cried out as
her breast was pulled into cone-shape. "No! Please! Don't do that! Ah!
Alright! I'll, I'll do it!"
Barbara felt like she was waiting for her execution as they waited
for Madame Duvall in her luxurious mansion. She was still totally naked
except for the leather harness, and the ballgag was re-attached to her
mouth. She had been told exactly what to do, and now, she could feel her
pussy getting hotter and hotter as she anticipated yet more
humiliations.
"Hello, Catwoman, my darling!" Madame Duvall said in an exaggerated
tone as she came in. She was in her early forties, dressed elegantly in
a blue, velvet robe. After the two kissed each other on the cheek, the
madame turned to Barbara.
"My, my," she exclaimed, "I wouldn't have believed it if I had not
seen it myself! It's my dear Miss Barbara Gordon! What brought you here,
Miss Gordon? Not trying to bring me down anymore?" Barbara felt both
angry and ashamed, but as Catwoman instructed, she didn't respond and
kept her head down. "So what Catwoman said was true, huh?" the madame
went on, "this is the little secret under that snooty face of yours?
That you want to work for me?" Closing her eyes, Barbara nodded.
Although madame found the situation a bit strange, she couldn't miss the
opportunity to get back at her arch opponent. "Actually, Miss Gordon
here has a very particular secret fantasy," Catwoman added, "She wants
to be dressed up as Batgirl and get raped by a bunch of crooks!"
"Oh, really?" Madame Duvall asked as she burst out laughing. "Well
I'm sure that can be arranged!" "So it's a deal then?" Catwoman asked.
"Yes, of course, she works here once every week, I keep her identity
secret and give her to my special clients only, right?" "Yes, and make
sure she get the very 'special' kind..." Catwoman purred. "Of course!"
said Madame Duvall laughing, "but I think I've got something for her
right now. Some kind of welcoming ceremony!"
James Gordon was not happy. All he had agreed to that evening was a
drink with the mayor, and then one thing led to another--a phrase that
sums up his entire relation with the man. When Frank Pattern first
arrived at Gotham City, James Gordon was still a chief inspector. Like
many of the conservative Gotham natives, he didn't like that man at all.
First of all, he was an outsider, and secondly, he was a self-made
millionaire, and for them this meant a parvenu. Back then, Gotham City
was still a snobbish, old-fashioned society in which inherited wealth
was more highly-regarded. But then Frank Pattern came, bringing with him
all kinds of ideas of development, and under his influence the Gotham
aristocracy became industrialists and speculators, acquiring wealth that
even they had never dreamt of. Others followed and became self-made
millionaire like Pattern himself, and they all loved him. But James
Gordon was not impressed. For him all this was greed, not
entrepreneurship.
After he had become police commissioner, he had ordered several
investigations into Pattern to see if there's anything wrong with his
business dealings, but couldn't find anything wrong with him. Much to
his dismay, Frank Pattern went into politics and easily became the
mayor, and as commissioner the two had to work frequently together.
Looking back, James Gordon still couldn't figure out why he allow
himself to become friends with that man. Then Frank Pattern began to
give him tips about the stock market. At that time James Gordon had very
little interest and knowledge about stocks, but his daughter was still
little, and he wanted to send her to the most exclusive schools in
Gotham City, and wanted her to have a comfortable life when she grew up.
So again and again he made investments following Pattern's tips. By the
time he realized what they did was improper it was already too late, and
he found himself in Pattern's hands. Pattern had never made him do
anything illegal, but he found himself yielding to every little requests
from him, from setting the police's priorities to a late-night drink
which tonight had degenerated into a visit to a club that he despised.
James Gordon felt embarrassed, angry and bullied as he followed
Frank Pattern into the main hall of Madame Duvall's club. He saw many
familiar faces, and had to force a smile as he greeted them, with them
smiling back to him knowingly. He had never been to any place like that
before in his entire life, and slightly to his relief, it was actually
quite like any cocktail party, with the exception that wine was severed
by naked, beautiful, young women, and apart from helping themselves to
the drinks on the trays these girls were holding, the guests also helped
themselves to their fresh, young breasts and perfectly round bottoms.
When a girl offered him her tray, he nervously took a glass and looked
away from her.
Happily, Frank Pattern had come to his rescue. "C'mon James, I'll
show you something." He dragged the commissioner through a door into a
small room. Apart from them, there were only a few people in the room,
which made James Gordon feel a lot more comfortable. At the center there
was a small platform, and on top of it was a woman on her hands and
knees. Her stomach was resting on a small stool, and her wrists and
ankles were cuffed to the platform. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and
she was totally naked except for a black leather mask which covered the
upper half of her face, a ring gag, and a thick leather collar. The mask
showed only her eyes, and together with the ring gag it was impossible
to tell what she looked like, but from her slim body and her smooth skin
it would appear that she was quite young. After they had come in, the
door was immediately closed. A woman was standing next to the naked
girl, and Commissioner Gordon recognized her as Madame Duvall. She
smiled politely to him, and he reluctantly had to nod in return. "Well,
gentlemen," Madame Duvall looked up and said loudly, "as I was just
saying, this is Babs, one of our new girls. Now don't let yourselves be
fooled by her demure appearance. Babs here has a very wild fantasy--she
wants to be Batgirl and wants to be captured by a bunch of very very
naughty crooks!" There was a burst of laughter among the men,
accompanied by some muffled sounds from the girl. "As a welcoming gift
to our new girl, I'm now going to give Babs her very own Bat sign, and
I'd like to invite you gentlemen to witness this! Mr White, would you
please?"
Mr White was a man in a black suit. At Madame Duvall's words, he
opened a briefcase that he was holding and took out a tattoo gun. While
he watched all this, James Gordon couldn't help noticing that the girl
was staring at him. In fact, from the moment he entered the room, he
felt that her stare never left him. What's more, it seemed that she was
looking at him with a kind of angry, accusing stare, which together with
his own feeling of guilt made James Gordon extremely uncomfortable.
Holding the girl's waist with one hand, Mr White raised the tattoo
gun and began his work. A small bat symbol was already outlined at the
small of the girl's back, just above the crack of her shapely ass. When
the gun touched her skin, the girl grunted under her gag and began
breathing heavily. But apart from that there was no movement from the
girl, probably because she was tightly secured. Now the dark blue symbol
was almost finished, Commissioner Gordon noticed that her eyes were
still fixed on him. He could also see that her nipples were erect. What
are you looking at, you whore, he thought, getting pleasure from such
perverted things as this.
"Interested?" Pattern's voice sounded more taunting than concerned,
"why don't you give it a try?" he said as he pushed the commissioner
forward so that he was face to face with the girl. By now the tattoo was
finished, and several of the guests were running their hands along the
girl's body, concentrating on her pendant breasts. As she was being
handled the girl shook her head slightly and let out more muffled
grunts. How dare you look at me like that, you whore, James Gordon
thought as he unzipped and took out his semi-erect cock. The girl began
making more noises, but the collar had prevented her from turning her
head away when he inserted his cock through the ring gag into her mouth.
She was unsettled at first, as if she was trying to eject him with her
tongue, but soon she began sucking on his cock eagerly and skillfully,
giving James Gordon a sensation that he had never experienced before. He
couldn't believe the pleasure his was having. How could such a young
girl be giving such pleasures to a total stranger! And remembering her
name, he was overtaken with guilt when he imagined what his own daughter
would say if she knew of this. He felt even angrier at the girl.
"Whore!" he muttered under his breath as she hungrily swallowed his cum.
To be continued....
