Batgirl: Catwoman's Prey (nc, bd, M+/f)
by Citizen Bane
IV.
Barbara winced with discomfort, but with her wrists and ankles
tightly secured and with the thick leather collar on her neck, this was
all she could do. With all the guests gazing hungrily at her body, she
felt so ashamed and wanted to lower her head and hide her face, but
again all she could so was to lower her eyes and avoid their stare. Her
breasts looked larger hanging down, and the curve of her ass was
emphasized by her position, drawing many lewd comments from the guests.
Madame Duvall's presentation speech only made things worse. Barbara was
introduced as a masochistic slut who liked to be used roughly, and
preferably by several men at once. But as she listened, Barbara really
felt herself getting horny. At first she felt ashamed of herself, but
then, thinking that her mask would protect her identity from these men,
she surrendered herself to this perverted pleasure she found in the
madame's humiliating words, secretly hoping that the men would be so
excited that they would lay their hands on her body and start molesting
her immediately. She closed her eyes, and her breath quickened as Madame
Duvall's speech went on.
Then the madame stopped talking. Surprised and frustrated, Barbara
opened her eyes to see what was going on. Her heart sank when she saw
Frank Pattern open the door. She was not really surprised to see the
mayor here, as she had already noticed several of Gotham City's rich and
powerful among the guests. But Frank Pattern was someone she really
hated and despised, and the thought that he might become her "client"
was just revolting. Pattern was holding the arm of another man, and as
he dragged that man to the center of the room, she could see that he was
none other than James Gordon, Gotham's commissioner of police and her
respected father.
Barbara would never forget the moment when his face appeared under
the light of the hanging lamp. "Noooooo!" she cried out, but with a
ring-gag in her mouth, this only came out as a muffled grunt. Ignoring
her, Madame Duvall went on. All the time, Barbara just couldn't take her
eyes off her father. She stared at the aging commissioner in anger and
disbelief. She felt betrayed, and she was hoping to find in her father's
expression some hint of what he was doing there. Is he a regular? Has he
done anything with the other girls? What is he going to do tonight? With
whom? With Her? Her mind was filled with horror as she thought of that.
Then, to complete her humiliation, the madame told the guests about her
Batgirl fantasy and announced that she was going to be tattooed with a
bat symbol. So she was just a slut who liked to imagine that she was
Batgirl, and now she was going to be marked permanently with the bat
symbol. This symbol which was once her pride was now turning into a
symbol of her slavery and her depravity.
Barbara found herself breathing harder and harder as she thought of
these. "She's dripping wet!" She heard one guest whisper to another. She
saw her father's eyes wandering all over her body, and she wanted to
tell him to stop. At this point a hand grabbed her hip and Barbara felt
a sting at her back, just above her ass. So they are tattooing her now,
she thought. I'm Babs, the Batcunt, the Batslut....
She couldn't help but tremble with excitement as a guest reached
out, grabbed her nipple and began tweaking it. She opened her eyes and
saw that thankfully it wasn't her father. But now she could see that,
unmistakably, there were anger and contempt in the commissioner's eyes.
Yeah right, Barbara thought as she mind was getting more and more
occupied by the sensations in her body. Mister Commissioner, your
daughter is a cheap slut and you're a dirty old man, good friend of that
jerk Frank Pattern....
Then her worst nightmare came true. Like a possessed man, the
commissioner took a step forward and unzipped his trousers. Barbara
looked in horror at the semi-erect cock right in front of her, which her
father then proceed to insert into her mouth through the ring-gag.
"Hmmmmm!" Barbara protested, but no words could come out. Instead, the
movements of her tongue seemed to have excited her father, and his cock
became harder and harder. Several pairs of hand were on her body now,
squeezing her tits and fingering her hot, wet pussy. In her own
excitement, Barbara began to work her tongue on the cock in her mouth.
After a while, the commissioner responded to her sucking and began to
thrust back and forth himself. Within seconds he was coming, shooting
his hot cum deep into her throat. "Whore!" As Barbara instinctively
worked her throat to swallow every drop, she heard him mutter under his
breath.
As soon as he had come, the commissioner pulled his cock out, zipped
up and almost ran out of the room. At first Frank Pattern looked like he
wanted to be the next one, but now, cursing, he ran out after the
commissioner. Barbara wanted to cry. Her own father just called her a
whore, and that's after she swallowed his cum. But now her mind was
almost entirely taken up by the two fingers thrusting in and out of her
pussy and the finger probing her asshole. "Huugh! Huugh!" She grunted,
trying to say the word "whore". Two guests began spanking her,
alternating their strokes on her ass. "Urrgh!" She moaned, begging them
to hit her harder, and when a guest hit her ass with a particularly hard
stroke, she shuddered and came.
Catwoman was lying lazing on a couch when Barbara was brought in
front of her by two of her henchmen. Barbara was crawling on all fours,
led by a leash attached to her collar.
"Well, did you have fun tonight, my Batcunt?" Catwoman purred, "I've
just finished watching the tape that Madame Duvall gave me. God I never
knew the Commissioner was such a naughty boy. And how did it feel
swallowing daddy's cum? It could be your little brothers and sisters,
you know." She said, giggling.
At this Barbara couldn't take it anymore. She jumped up, but was
held back by the leash. "How could you do this to me?" She screamed,
struggling madly. "You set me up! You set me up!" She cried out, tears
running down her cheeks, "It's all because of you! It's all because of
you!"
"Now don't you forget who's the boss here you cunt!" Catwoman
scolded as she grabbed Barbara by her chin. "I didn't make your father
do whatever he did, but if that's what you want, I can certainly try to
set more things up for the two of you!" She said menacingly. "Oh, no!
Please!" Barbara pleaded. "Now you listen to me, cunt!" Catwoman went
on, "I'll be nice today, just to show that I can be understanding
sometimes. But if you disobey me once more in the future, I'll broadcast
the tape on Gotham City TV, and I'll make sure that the commissioner
finds out who that little whore is! Is that clear?" "Oh, no, please!
Don't do that!" Barbara got down on her hands and knees again and
pleaded, "Please! I'll do anything you say! Just don't let my father
know, please!"
"Well, that depends on whether you're a good girl or not...."
Catwoman purred as she stood up. "Please! I'll, I'll be a good girl!
I'll do anything you say!" Barbara pleaded frantically. "Good, then
there's something that I'd like you to do...."
"We are wasting our time here!" Penguin said angrily, "I suggest
that we leave now! I know she's bluffing!" "Well, we're here already,"
Joker answered, grinning as he always does, "why don't we at least find
out what the woman is up to?" the two were sitting in a finely decorated
room inside Catwoman's dent.
"Well, gentlemen! Sorry to keep you waiting!" Catwoman purred as she
appeared at the door with a leash in her hand, "our guest of honor
needed a little bit of preparation--and persuasion."
"So where's the Batchick huh? You said you've captured her!" Penguin
grumbled.
"Well here you are gentlemen!" said Catwoman as she entered the
room, tucking on the leash. "I present to you--Batgirl!"
"Fuck! No way!" Penguin exclaimed. The leash that Catwoman was
holding was attached to a leather collar, worn by a woman on all fours.
The woman was wearing Batgirls' mask, but apart from that she was
totally naked. She was looking at the two men with fear in her eyes.
"Well, why don't you tell the two gentlemen here who you are, slut,"
said Catwoman.
"I--I'm Batcunt," Barbara said meekly. "I--I used to be called
Batgirl b-but I'm now called Batcunt because that's wh-what I really
am...." although she had practiced the speech many times, coached by
Catwoman's whip, Barbara still couldn't help blushing as she said it.
"Well, well, this is interesting...." Joker murmured as he walked
around Barbara, inspecting her closely. "Batcunt! Haha! I like that!"
Penguin exclaimed as he jumped up and down. "Is she the really-" "Of
course she's real!" Catwoman interrupted Joker's question. "So do we
have a deal?"
"Hmmmm.... So we help you with your big plan, and you lend her to
us?" Joker asked as he studies the tattoo on Barbara's back. "That's
right."
"Fine, but you'd better not be playing any tricks with us here. This
slut here had better be the real Batgirl."
"Of course she is! I'll have her prove it to you in the future."
"Okay, you have my word then. What do you think, Penguin?"
"Sure! Let's start playing with Batcunt! Haha, Batcunt!" said
Penguin eagerly as he ran his hands all over Barbara's body.
"Okay then, she's yours for tonight!" Catwoman said cheerfully as
she handed Joker the leash.
"Great! Let's try out the toys that we've brought!" Penguin
exclaimed. Joker was stroking Barbara's face gently. "Well, well, well,
I still can hardly believe this. Well done, Catwoman!"
"Yeah, yeah, we thought you're kidding!" Penguin echoed as he opened
a box. "But just in case it's true we've prepared some welcome gifts for
the Batchick--oh sorry, I mean Batcunt! Oh, look! I'm unwrapping the
gift myself! Haha!"
Barbara was already expecting the worst when Catwoman told her that
she would be entertaining the two arch nemeses of Batman and herself.
Catwoman had given her enough warning by threatening to make the tape
public and giving her an extra-severe whipping in which the
sensation-enhancing drug was used again, so she was kneeling obediently
while Joker toyed with her breasts.
"Look at this, what do you guys think?" Penguin said triumphantly as
he held up what looked like a bridle and a riding crop. The bridle was
elegantly made with fine black leather and silver. Barbara was filled
with shock and revulsion when she realized what it was and how it was
going to be used. "C'mon, let's put this on!" With the help of Catwoman
and Joker, Penguin put the bridle on Barbara, who winced uncomfortably
as the bit was forced into her mouth. "One final touch," Penguin said
chuckling as he took out two metal clamps from his pocket. Each of them
had a bell attached at the end, and as Barbara watched in horror he
snapped them on her erect nipples, drawing a moan of pain from her.
"Mine, mine, she looks delicious, doesn't she?" Catwoman purred, and
Penguin chuckled. It was Catwoman that he had originally wanted to use
the bridle on, when he first saw her many years ago. But now it's not
too bad, he thought, or maybe even better, 'cos it's the Batchick that
he's going to ride. Or maybe the bridle will still be used on the Cat
one day? He grinned as he thought of that. "Look at you, Batcunt,"
Catwoman said as she held Barbara's head up, pointing her to a large
mirror in the room. Barbara could feel her pussy getting hotter and
hotter as she looked at her image in the mirror. The bridle and the
clamps on her nipples matched perfectly with her Batmask. "Hmmm..."
Joker said with a wide grin, "she looks really sexy! Well done,
Penguin!" "Well, I'd better let you boys enjoy yourselves with your new
toys then!" Catwoman said as she began to leave. "Wait, wait, aren't you
going to join us?" Penguin asked hopefully. "Thanks, some other time,
maybe," Catwoman purred.
Penguin grunted in disappointment, but he became cheerful again when
he saw Barbara. "Okay, Batpony, let's play!" He shouted as pushed
Barbara onto her hands and knees, and then he sat down on her back and
grabbed the reins attached to the bridle. The short and fat Penguin was
incredibly heavy, and Barbara thought her back was going to break.
"C'mon! Go! Go!" He said impatiently, and Barbara struggled to crawl
forward. Not happy with her efforts, Penguin raised the crop and brought
it heavily down on her ass. Letting out a muffled cry, Barbara tried
desperately to crawl faster. "Haha! Look at me, haha!" Penguin shouted
as he rode Barbara around the large room, to the jingling of the bells
on her nipples, controlling her by the reins and hitting with the crop
all the time. Barbara had to carry him around the room four times until
he was satisfied, and as soon as he got off her she collapsed on the
floor, exhausted.
"Tired already? We've just begun!" Joker said as he took the bridle
off Barbara's head but left the clamps on. "You never thought we would
be doing something like this did you? Well neither did I," he said in
his usual, over-friendly tone. "I know we've never really been friends
in the past, but there's a first time to everything, right? And being
the generous person that I am, I've got a present for you, Batcunt.
Would you like to see it?"
"Y--yes, sir, pl-please." Barbara answered obediently, still
gasping.
"Now there's a good girl!" Joker said laughing. "I knew you're a
good girl the first time I saw you! This is just great! Come here!" He
led Barbara to a corner of the room. There was a nicely-wrapped, large
box on the floor. As Joker instructed, Barbara unwrapped and opened it.
Inside the box was a wooden pony. It looked exactly like a little girl's
wooden pony, nicely painted with bright colors, but was large enough for
an adult to sit on. In the middle of the saddle there were two
cock-shaped metal rods, with the one in the back slightly shorter and
thinner.
"It's interesting that we came up with similar ideas isn't it?" said
Joker grinning. "C'mon baby, try it!"
Barbara looked at the two metal cock in horror. "Can I...p--prepare
it first, pl-please?" she asked submissively. "well, be may guest!"
Joker answered, chuckling. And at the two men watched and laughed,
Barbara, blushing, lowered he head and sucked the two metal cocks until
she thought they were lubricated enough. Then, she straddled the wooden
pony and, with her head lowered in shame, slowly lowered herself onto
the two dildos. Only then did she realized how et she was, as She had no
difficult getting the larger one into her pussy. But the one invading
her ass was larger than the ones that Catwoman usually used on her ass,
and she grunted with discomfort as it forced her ass open. After what
seemed like ages, she finally managed to get both in.
"C'mon, ride!" Joker urged. Oh, God, Barbara thought as she
reluctantly rock the pony lightly. "Oh, c'mon!" Penguin said
impatiently, "haven't you ridden a wooden pony before? Or do you want me
to teach you?" "Oh, no, please!" Barbara said and, timidly she reached
out and grabbed the two handles on the head of the pony, and began to
roll it, slowly, like a little girl riding her wooden pony. As soon as
she began, she noticed the trick of the pony's design. The two dildos
were positioned such that as she rocked, one would go out while the
other went in, and this was creating an incredible sensation in her
pussy. "Yes, faster! Faster!" Penguin cheered. To encourage her, he
raised the crop again and began whipping Barbara's back. "Ah!" Barbara
cried out at the sting and began to ride faster, and faster and faster
as Penguin continued whipping her. The combined effect of the dildos and
the whipping was too much for her, and she was coming in seconds. But
the two men were not satisfied. Joker took the crop from Penguin and
started whipping her, and she was forced to continue. She closed her
eyes and moaned loudly, with the bells on her nipples jingling merrily.
She had already come three times when they were finally happy. When
Joker stopped whipping her, Barbara just collapsed on the pony, hugging
its head like a little girl hugging her favorite toy, panting,
exhausted, her thighs all wet with her juices.
To be continued....
