Batgirl: Catwoman's Prey (nc, bd, M+/f)
by Citizen Bane
VI.
"Urgh-urgh!" Barbara tossed her head and grunted. The man whose cock
she was impaled on was well above six feet tall and weighted more than
two hundred pounds. Sitting in a chair, he was holding her by her waist
and was throwing her up and down on his long, thick cock easily. After
making her suck both of them, the Pitcher brothers took turns fucking
her, and the lewd sight that Barbara presented when she was fucked--the
way she moaned and cried, the way her body squirmed and wriggled-had
made it impossible for every man in the room to resist Catwoman's offer,
and they all agreed to join. And as agreed, Barbara was theirs to fuck
and play with.
It was almost three hours since Catwoman left. Barbara had already
lost count of how many men had fucked her, but she was vaguely aware
that some of them hadn't had their turn yet, and some of those who had
were now ready for a second or even third go at her. But with her hands
cuffed behind her back, there was nothing she could do as she was thrown
around the room like a rag doll and handled roughly. Her breasts were
squeezed and slapped, her nipples pinched, her ass spanked, her pussy
and her asshole fingered. Having been jailed for so long, these guys
seemed to have limitless sexual energy, and Barbara just drove them
crazy with her young and athletic body. And for some of them, she was
also responsible for putting them into jail, and they just couldn't miss
the opportunity of paying her back. She was made to say the most
humiliating things, calling herself a slut and a whore, begging them to
"bang her fucking cunt", and sucking her juices off their cocks after
they had fucked her, which usually had the effect of getting the guy
hard again, ready for a second fuck. By now her body was all covered in
sweat, with cum all over her face. Her breasts had been covered with cum
too, but some of the men found it unpleasant to grab a pair of
cum-covered breasts and she was made to lick them clean. Cum was also
beginning to ooze out of her pussy and her asshole.
Barbara moaned louder and louder as she approached yet another
orgasm. Her moans were shortly joined by the man's as he shot his cum up
her pussy. She was thrown off him and was immediately grabbed by several
guys. "Let's fuck her together!" One of them said. "Yeah, let's see how
many guys she can take all at once!" another guys said chuckling. "I bet
you like that don't you, cunt?"
By now Barbara could hardly speak. All she could do was to whimper as
she was uncuffed and laid on a coffee table. A guy immediately entered
her pussy, and another guy took her asshole, which was now
well-lubricated by the cum from previous fuckings. A third guy sat on
her stomach, placed his cock between her breasts and pressed them
together, while a fourth guy inserted his cock into her gasping mouth.
Seeing that her hands are free, a guy took her left hand, placed his
cock and it and made her hold it. "Stroke it, slut!" The dazed Barbara
obeyed immediately and began jerking him off. Seeing this, another guy
took her right hand and made her do the same. Chuckling and shouting
abuses at her, the other four guys began fucking her together.
In the adjacent room, Catwoman, Joker and Penguin were watching all
this from behind a large two-way mirror. "Wow! Look at that!" Penguin
shouted, "Six guys at the same time!"
"Do you mind? People are trying to watch a show here!" Catwoman
scolded him teasingly. Penguin looked at Catwoman and saw that she was
rubbing herself between her legs through her catsuit. He had always
desired Catwoman and thought maybe this was his chance. With what he
thought was a seductive smile on his face, he reached out and grabbed
Catwoman's arm. Catwoman ignored him at first, but when he began
caressing her arm, she immediately brushed his hand off, frowning.
"Knock it off!" She said impatiently, then she resumed her purring
voice. "Not tonight, darling," she said teasingly, "I have a headache."
Rejected, Penguin sat back in disappointment. Catwoman got up from
the sofa lazily. "C'mon boys, come to bed with mummy," she said giggling
as she took the hands of the two henchmen standing behind her sofa and
they followed her obediently to the door. "And goodnight, gentlemen,"
she turned and said to Joker and Penguin, "enjoy the show." But the
angry and humiliated Penguin could only answer her with a grunt.
Barbara's entire body shook as the man fucking her from behind
slammed his cock forcefully into her pussy. She was on her hands and
knees, on top of the coffee table. Another man had just shot his cum
into her mouth, and after he had pulled out, her arms buckled and she
collapsed face down onto the table, moaning. The man fucking her grabbed
her hips and began pounding her even harder, and Barbara's whole body
was thrust back and forth by his fucking. Trails of cum were left on the
coffee table as her face and breasts rubbed on it. Finally, with a
grunt, the man thrust deep into her and shot his cum in her pussy.
Grabbing her by her hair, he then ordered her to lick all the cum off
the coffee table. Almost delirious after all the fucking, Barbara obeyed
automatically and struggled to get up. She was shaking all over and
could barely steady herself with her hands on the table. "Go on, slut!"
getting impatient, the man gave her a spank on her ass, which was all
reddened from the numerous spanking that she'd been given that night.
Barbara lowered her head and with great difficulty began to lick the cum
off the coffee table. Her task was made even more difficult because
while she was lapping cum off the table, more cum was dripping down from
her body onto it, and all the men laughed as she struggled with this
almost impossible task. She was just about to come when the last guy
pulled out, and now the humiliation of this was making her hornier and
hornier. Finally, after what seemed like ages, she managed to lick the
last inch of the table clean, and as the men cheered, she just rolled
off the coffee table onto the floor, exhausted.
It was almost dawn. By now everyone in the room had fucked her at
least three times, and they were now lying around the room, resting.
They looked at Batcunt, who was a total mess. Her hair was stuck to her
face by cum and sweat, and almost very inch of her body was plastered
with cum. But all that cum still couldn't hide the bruises on her body,
especially her breasts. Her pussy lips were red and swollen, and some of
her pussy hair had been plucked off by several guys who wanted a
souvenir to remember the night they fucked Batgirl senseless.
Barbara lay on the floor with her legs spread and her eyes closed,
panting. She felt like a complete slut. Since her capture, no matter
what she did, she told herself that she was made to do it, that she was
under the influence of the drug that Catwoman used on her, and that her
slutty behaviors were the results of conditioning. She still nurtured
the hope that one day she could escape and leave everything behind. She
would need some rest to heal herself, then she would put on her Batmask
again, and she would pay Catwoman back for what she had done to her. But
her encounter with her father had shaken her confidence. It made her
think that perhaps things had gone too far and now there was no turning
back. And what was there to turn back to? Her father had turned out to
be a hypocrite, and she was no longer sure that she wanted to protect
the likes of him. Her Batmask was now more a fetish that turned her on
that the symbol of the crimefighter that she was so proud to be.
And tonight, she was fucked by some of Gotham City's most notorious
criminals, many of whom were arrested by her. Yet she came and came just
the same, and looked forward to the next fuck with the same eagerness.
Even now, all she could think of was how desperately she wanted to come,
and despite her exhaustion, she slowly began moving one hand up her
thigh to her pussy while the other grabbed her cum-covered breasts.
"Look at the slut! She's still trying to bring herself off!" A man cried
out chuckling. His words echoed in Barbara's mind. As the men laughed
around her, and as they watched incredulously, she dreamily began
rubbing her pussy, trying to bring herself off one more time.
After Batcunt's big gangbang, Catwoman noticed a certain change in
her. It's not that she had become a willing fucktoy. She still felt
humiliated and was ashamed of what she was made to do, and sometimes she
even needed a little threatening. But once she had a cock in her, she
fucked with a kind of abandonment that Catwoman had never seen before.
She called herself "slut" or "cunt" readily, and when Catwoman sometimes
whipped her without any reason, she would still thank Catwoman for
giving her the punishment that she deserved because she was such a slut.
Before, Barbara was an unwilling slave betrayed by her body, now she
seemed to have become a real submissive. Sometimes Catwoman missed the
old Batgirl. It was such a turn-on to watch her struggle and to break
her. Well, nothing is perfect, Catwoman thought to herself, at least
she's keeping the guys happy.
"Guess who your first customer is, Batcunt!" Catwoman asked Barbara
enthusiastically while she was being prepared for her first night of
work at Madame Duvall's place.
"Wh-who?" Barbara asked meekly, not daring to imagine who it might
be.
"Does the name Dominic Beary ring a bell?" Catwoman asked teasingly.
"Y-yes, I know--I mean, no, your slut means, she used to know
him..." Barbara answered, her heart sinking. Dominic Beary was one Bruce
Wayne's business partners and also one of her many suitors. She didn't
like him at all, and he soon gave her up to go after a model. After all
those flowers and gifts that he had sent her, he could finally have her,
Barbara said to herself. By now nothing could really surprise her, she
thought. Perhaps she would eventually get to "know" all of Gotham city's
rich and famous at Madame Duvall's. And in the few weeks that followed,
her clients included the chancellor of the university Gotham, a judge
who was also a friend of the commissioner, and another friend of Bruce
Wayne. She was almost amazed that these men, as different as they were,
equally shared the fantasy of being a villain who had captured Batgirl,
but she was also struck by the perversion that they displayed under the
guise of roleplay.
Barbara wasn't really surprised when Catwoman told her one day that
her client that evening would be Frank Pattern. In fact, she felt a kind
of perverted pleasure at the idea that she would finally be used by the
man she used to dislike so much, and she spent the whole afternoon
fantasizing what he would do to her. She even imagined telling him who
she really was, so that he would laugh at her and punished her for every
demonstration that she helped stage against him in the past. Catwoman
laughed when she caught Barbara fingering herself in her cell, and
promised Barbara that she would be punished later for being such a
naughty girl. She also shared her little secret with Barbara: tonight
they're going to kidnap the mayor. "Don't worry, slut," Catwoman added
laughing, "we'll wait until he's finished with you."
Commissioner Gordon looked at the polaroid lying on his desk. The
note that came with it said it simply: his daughter Barbara had been
kidnapped, and if he wanted her back, he was to give her kidnappers
information about the mayor's security arrangements. In view of Gotham's
current chaos, Frank Pattern had asked for maximum protection. He now
had a whole team of bodyguards, and his itinerary was kept on a
need-to-know basis. Privately the commissioner scorned the mayor for
being a coward and blamed him for wasting his precious manpower, but
after what happened at Madame Duvall's he felt even less capable of
standing up against Pattern. As the memory of that night came to life
again the commissioner found himself wishing that his daughter's
kidnappers would succeed in whatever they wanted to do to the mayor.
Immediately, James Gordon cursed himself for having such an idea. I'm
doing this only for my daughter, he said to himself as he picked up his
phone and dialed the number on the note.
Contrary to what Catwoman thought, Joe wasn't really happy. It's
been four weeks since he joined Catwoman, but he still felt he and the
other former inmates were treated as outsiders. True, they did a few
jobs together with Catwoman's henchmen and got their piece of th action
as Catwoman had promised, but he had the feeling that Catwoman still
didn't trust them. They got to fuck Batcunt alright, but every time they
had to wait for her to put the mask on, whereas Catwoman's own henchmen
bragged about their knowledge of Batgirl's real identity. And those
henchmen, they acted like they were the bosses, but they were just a
bunch of good-looking guys for Catwoman to play with, unlike the former
inmates, who were real professionals. And Catwoman, she had promised to
let them know who Batgirl really was, but just kept refusing to tell
them. Fuck it, Joe thought. He didn't really care who Batcunt was.
Although Catwoman had ordered that no permanent damage was to be done to
Batcunt, he was sure that, if he really wanted to, he could easily come
up with ways to make Batcunt tell him her identity herself. He just
didn't like being snubbed. Hence, when he was secretly approached by
Penguin, he quickly agreed.
To be continued....
