Batgirl: Catwoman's Prey (nc, bd, M+/f)
by Citizen Bane
V.
"Well, you sure look like you've had a lot of fun, Batcunt!"
Catwoman said laughing when Barbara was brought to her. Barbara was
still on her leash. There was dried cum all over her face, her breasts
and her thighs. Her back was covered with whip marks, and across her
breasts there were also several vivid red welts. They were left by
Penguin before they left, when he tried to remove the clamps on her
nipples with a riding crop.
"You're, you're trying to turn me into a prostitute!" Barbara
protested feebly.
"Darling, you *are* a whore," Catwoman purred, giggling. "You see,
Babs will soon be having the rich and famous of Gotham City as her
clients, while Batcunt gets fucked by all kinds of crooks. See? You
still have your double life, just the way you like it. Isn't it great?"
"I, I hate you!" Barbara hissed with all her remaining strength.
"Hate me?" Catwoman was not angered by Barbara's defiance. "For
what? For showing you and the rest of the world what kind of slut you
really are?"
"No! You forced me to do all those horrible things!" Barbara
protested.
"Really? Tell me, slut, how many times have you come this evening?"
said Catwoman as she grabbed Barbara's cum-stained chin.
"I...I..." "Huh? How many? Tell me, slut!"
"I...I can't re-remember..." said Barbara finally, almost
whispering.
"See? You've come so many times that you can't even remember! And
you tell me that you've been forced? How many times have we gone through
this, slut? You always have to say that you're forced, but your mouth
starts drooling at the mere sight of a cock! You're such a hypocrite,
slut! Just like your father!"
The words pierced Barbara's heart and she lowered her head in
silence, but Catwoman wasn't finished yet. "What? You've got nothing
more to say? Oh c'mon, why don't you go on and tell me how virtuous you
really are? I find that kind of talk really convincing, especially when
your mouth is full of cum!" Catwoman said giggling. "Well, boys," she
said as she turned to her men, "looks like our Batcunt hasn't drunk
enough cum today, you guys know what to do?"
"No!" Barbara pleaded as the first guy approached her and unzipped.
She tried to back off but was held by two other guys, and all she could
do was to stare at the erect cock pointing right at her nose, with a
pained and humiliated look on her face as she struggled with herself.
Finally, defeated, she opened her mouth. Chuckling, the man immediately
pushed his cock in, and Barbara began sucking it with her eyes closed.
Although she obviously didn't need any encouragement, Catwoman reached
out with her left foot and began rubbing its tip against her pussy, and
soon Barbara was letting out muffled moans, and the tip of Catwoman's
boot was glistening with her juices. Smiling wickedly, Catwoman raised
her leg and began fucking Barbara with the heel of her boot. Before long
the man was coming, and Catwoman laughed out loudly as she watched
Barbara's throat work to swallow every drop of his cum. "Like that taste
don't you, cunt?" she asked, "or do you want to try some of this?" She
asked as she lifted her foot up to Barbara's face. "Lick it clean,
slut!" She said, "clean up your own slutty juices!"
Reluctantly, Barbara stuck out her tongue to lick her juices off the
boot. She still hadn't come yet, and as she licked, she could feel
herself getting hotter and hotter. When she had licked the surface of
the boot clean, without needing to be ordered, she lowered her head to
suck her juices off the heel. "So tell me, slut," Catwoman said
laughing, "which do you like more? Cum or your own juices?"
Please! You have humiliated me enough! Barbara felt like crying out
in protest, but she was well-trained enough to know better. "C--cum,"
she answered in a barely audible voice. "Excuse me?" Catwoman asked
teasingly. "I said I--I like the taste of c--cum better!" Barbara
answered. "Well, boys!" Catwoman said, laughing triumphantly, "you heard
the slut! C'mon, get in the line! And make sure she swallows every
drop!"
"Morning Batcunt, how are you feeling today?" Catwoman asked when
Barbara was brought to her in the morning two days later. "I'm f...fine,
thank you, mistress," Barbara answered meekly. She was really feeling
quite good this morning, because instead of giving her her first fucking
of the day in her cell, the guards took her to Catwoman's own bathroom
and told her to clean herself up. For the second time since her
captivity she was allowed the luxury of a hot shower and scented shower
gel (the last time was before she was brought to Madame Duvall's club).
She was even allowed to put on some makeup, and she almost cried when
Catwoman pointed to a white bra and a pair of matching panties on the
bed, as they were just like the ones that she used to have. "Put them
on, slut," Catwoman said, "we're going to do some modeling this
morning."
Barbara had a bad feeling, but she did as she was told. When she was
done, two of Catwoman's henchmen came over. First they tied a ballgag
around her head, and then they proceeded to tie her up in a hogtie.
Barbara underwent all this passively. When she was laid on the floor,
another henchman approached with a polaroid camera. "Look at him, slut,"
Catwoman said cheerfully, "and smile!" Barbara complied, raising her
head to face the camera.
"Excellent!" Catwoman purred after her man took several more
polaroids of Barbara from different angles, then she ordered Barbara to
be untied.
"Wh...what are you going to do with the photos?" Barbara asked when
her gag was removed. "I'll tell you later, slut," Catwoman purred
teasingly, "but let's try on your new costume first! Here, look!" she
said as she led Barbara by her hand to the closet and opened it. Barbara
gasped when she saw the costume hanging inside. "Please, mistress..."
she asked timidly as she turned to face Catwoman, "What d--do you want
from me?"
"What do I want?" Catwoman said loudly, "I want to bring chaos and
anarchy to this city, and you're going to help me! Now shut up,
darling," Catwoman said, resuming her purring tone, "just put this on, I
just can't wait to see how you look in it. I'll tell you my plans later,
or if you like, we can have a briefing session right now..." she said
menacingly. "Oh, no, please!" Barbara pleaded, "I'll, I'll put it on!"
she said meekly.
"Delicious, absolutely delicious..." Catwoman purred as she looked
at Barbara. "Here, look at yourself," she said as she led Barbara to in
front of the mirror.
Barbara stood in front of the large mirror, mesmerized by her own
image. The mask she now had was the same as her old one, but the rest of
the costume was totally different: knee-high boots and long gloves which
covered her elbows. The cape was gone, and instead of the Batsuit what
she now had looked more like a one-piece swimsuit in black latex. The
cut was very high, showing off most of her ass, and it barely covered
her pussy in the front. There was large hole on each side of the waist
area, and a large bat symbol was carved out in the chest area such that
not only was her cleavage clearly visible, part of her nipples could
also be seen at the two tips of the bat's wings. This is the costume for
Batcunt, Barbara thought to herself, and she could feel her juices begin
to flow.
"Lovely isn't it?" Catwoman purred as she stood next to Barbara,
"but I guess a bikini wax is in order," she added, giggling. "Now listen
carefully, Batcunt," she said, suddenly changing to a stern tone, "this
is your mission today...."
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a special report. In the past few
hours there have been attacks at all of Gotham City's eleven prisons.
According to initial reports, these attacks were carried out by
Catwoman, Joker and Penguin, with each of them leading the attacks in a
different part of the city. Also, Catwoman was said to be accompanied by
an unidentified female assistant, which according to witnesses was
wearing a revealing costume with a bat symbol. Several guards have been
killed and a large number seriously injured. Inmates were set free, but
the police have managed to re-capture a small number of them. It is also
believed that between thirty to forty inmates were kidnapped by Catwoman
and her assistant. The police has urged all citizens to stay at home and
remain calm, and it is speculated that the mayor will shortly declare a
state of emergency. Please stay tuned for further reports..."
"Hey! what the fuck is this all about?" Joe Pitcher shouted, and his
voice echoes in the large room. "Hey, buddy, shut the fuck up!" Another
man shouted back, "my head hurt is hurting like hell!" "Are you telling
me to shut up you moron---Mikey!" Joe exclaimed as he recognized the
other man as his brother. The two were arrested when they tried to hold
up a bank and had never seen each other since they were jailed
separately two years ago. Still dizzy from the drug that Catwoman used
to knock him out, Joe struggled to get up and ran over to where his
brother was sitting, and the two hugged and laughed, as other men in the
room were also waking up. Joe took a glance around them quickly. There
were about thirty of them, all men, all wearing inmate's uniforms. Some
of them he recognized as his former fellow inmates in the high security
prison. As they talked, it turned out that they all had the same
experience: their prison was raided by Catwoman and her gang, and while
most inmates were simply set free, Catwoman and her sexy-looking
assistant specifically went to their cells and drugged them, and they
woke up to find themselves here.
The large room that they were in looked like the living room of a
large mansion, except that it had no window. When they were still
discussing what to do, the large wooden doors swung open and Catwoman
walked in. "Welcome, gentlemen," Catwoman purred.
"Hey, Catwoman," someone shouted, "What's the fucking deal?"
"Don't get angry, Mr Bennett," Catwoman said giggling, "I'll explain
everything."
"As you may know, today me and my friends paid a little visit to all
the prisons in Gotham City. And while most of your friends there were
simply released from their unlawful and frivolous detention, you
gentlemen were specifically invited here."
"Yeah, right, that's some kind of invitation!" Someone snapped.
"Patience, patience, darling!" Catwoman purred, "You were all
invited here because of your special skills. Like you, Mr Cross, for
example. Your armor truck job was very impressive."
"Sure," the man shrugged his shoulder, "I was going to pull another
one even better, if not for that bitch Batgirl..."
"So what would you say if I offer to help you with that other job?"
"What exactly are you saying, Catwoman?"
"I am inviting all of you to join me. You work with me and my men,
and we share the profit. After today, I'm sure you're all aware of what
we are capable of."
"And why should we share our profit with you?"
"Well, if you don't want to join us, you're free to go. My men will
take you back to Gotham City, and you can do whatever you want there, as
long as you don't become a law-abiding citizen," said Catwoman giggling.
"Oh, by the way, if you join me, there's one extra bonus..."
At this moment the doors opened again and one of Catwoman's henchmen
came in with a leash in his hand. The other end of the leash was
attached to a leather collar worn on the neck of a woman, who was naked
except for a mask on her face and a pair of high heels. Joe's jaw almost
hit the ground as he stared at her athletic, sexy body with her young,
firm breasts and nicely trimmed pussy, and he was sure that every man in
the room was thinking what he was thinking. "What the hell..." he
murmured.
"Well, slut," Catwoman said, "why don't you introduce yourself?"
"G-good evening, s--sirs," the young woman began with a voice that
Joe was sure he had heard somewhere before. "M-my name is B-Batcunt and
I am a s-slut," she continued. "I used to be known as B-Batgirl but I
have ch-changed my name because this is wh-what I r-really am. I am
n-nothing but a c-cunt and if you join Catwoman you can u-use me any
time you w-want in an-any way you like..."
By the time the woman finished her speech, Joe could see that her
body was trembling. "Hey Catwoman!" he shouted, "this ain't no joke
right? Is she really Batgirl?"
"Y-yes, sir," instead of Catwoman, the naked woman answered. "I
ar--arrested you two and a half years ago. You tried to shoot me with
your shotgun but w--wounded your brother instead. He told you to run but
you stayed. That's h--how you two got ar--arrested."
"That's exactly right," Joe murmured as he and his brother stood up.
"If you're really Batgirl then we certainly have some unfinished
business," he said calmly as they walked over to where Batcunt was
standing.
Joe looked at the naked woman. His encounter with Batgirl was brief,
and he never had a chance to take a good look at her. Now he saw that
she might actually be very beautiful. Half of her face was covered, but
her lips were full and luscious. She was slim and fit, and her breasts
stood out firmly. Her hands were cuffed behind her back by two leather
cuffs, and Joe smiled in amazement when he saw the two dozen or so of
red welts on her back and ass, and the bat symbol tattooed just above
the crack of her ass.
"So you have captured Batgirl?"
"Yes, I have captured her, train her and now she'll do anything I
say. Actually I kinda hope that she wouldn't, 'cos things get even more
interesting whenever she refuses to obey me," said Catwoman laughing,
"and if you join me, she'll be yours too. No permanent damage of course,
but you can do anything else to her, and she'll do anything you say."
"Really?"
"Sure! Get on your knees, Batcunt!"
With these words, Batcunt immediately dropped down onto her knees.
Joe stared at the pair of breasts barely two feet away from him. He had
barely seen a woman for two years, not to mention a naked one. Slowly,
he reached out to grab one breast and began squeezing it gently. The
woman neither flinched nor protested, just knelt there offering him her
breasts to play with. After a while, she even began trembling lightly,
and her breath quickened.
"Like this, Batgirl-I'm sorry, I mean Batcunt?" Joe asked chuckling.
The woman didn't reply, just looked up at him meekly. Looking at her
eyes, Joe remembered the night of his arrest. "And how do you like
this?" He asked as he stopped fondling her breast, raised his arm and
brought it heavily down on her breasts.
"Ah!" Barbara winced and let out a gasp of pain as her breasts swung
with the force of the blow. "Ah, ah, ah," her gasps turned to moans as
he slapped her breasts again and again, but she was still kneeling with
her back held straight, presenting her breasts for his abuse. When he
finally stopped, Barbara's breasts were reddened all over, and she was
gasping and trembling. However, Joe looked down and could see that her
pussy was glistening with moisture. "You enjoy that didn't you? Holy
shit, Batgirl! You're pervert!"
"Y-yes sir I l-like that, th-thank you," Barbara answered, her eyes
closed with shame. "And I bet you like this too, Batcunt!" Joe said as
he pulled out his erect cock. When he pressed it against her lips,
Barbara obediently opened her mouth and took it in. "God Mikey!" Joe
exclaimed chuckling, "this broad is amazing!" "Really? Let me try some!"
Mike said eagerly as he pulled out his cock. Barbara was still sucking
on Joe's cock hungrily when he pulled out, and her mouth hung open,
waiting to be filled by Mike. "Yeah, you're right, she's amazing! Who
the hell would have known that Batgirl can suck so well!" he exclaimed,
and everyone in the room laughed. Shamed by the remarks of the two
brothers, Barbara nonetheless carried on her work eagerly. When Joe
grabbed her head, she obediently let go of Mike's cock and returned her
attention to Joe's. In this way she took turns sucking the two brothers
until they both came. Mike was the first to come, and as Joe watched
Barbara struggle to swallow all of his brother's come he kept jerking
himself off until he came too. He quickly pressed his cock against
Barbara's cheek, and the first spurts of his cum hit her right on.
Seeing this, Mike pulled back a little and Barbara obediently tried to
take both of their cocks in her mouth. She was unsuccessful, and their
cum ended up dripping down her chin. After their cocks had stopped
shooting cum, she was still avidly licking their heads. God this slut is
hot! Joe thought. "Alright, Catwoman," he said as he turned to face her,
"Mike and I are in."
To be continued....
