Batgirl: Catwoman's Prey (nc, bd, M+/f)
by Citizen Bane
VII.
Frank Pattern looked at the naked young woman bound spread-eagled on
the bed. Her body was covered in a thin layer of perspiration, and her
breasts were heaving as she gasped for air. The metal clamps that he had
used on her had left faint red marks all over her breasts, which made
her look even sexier to him. She was looking back at him, and although
her face was largely covered by the mask he could see not only fear in
her eyes, but also lust.
"Did you like those metal clamps, Babs? They looked so nice on you,"
Pattern asked as he fumbled through the box of toys that Madame Duvall
had provided. "Y-yes sir I l-liked them…" the young woman answered
submissively. "Really? Should I put them on again?" "If--if you like,
sir..."
"Good girl!" Frank Pattern was impressed. Being a frequent visitor
to Madame Duvall's club as well as other similar establishments, he had
met his share of girls, but he had never met anyone who could turn him
on like that. Her shamefulness and her submissiveness in contrast with
the lewd ways in which she reacted to his abuses made her seem both
demure and wanton at the same time, and he just wanted to hear her moan
and watch her squirm.
"Ah, look what I've found!" Pattern exclaimed as he held up two
candles. Barbara watched in fear as Pattern lit them. Although this had
never been done to her, she knew very well how they'd be used. Still,
she had no idea how much it'd hurt. Instead of beginning the torture
immediately, Pattern, holding the candles in one hand, took a vibrator
and slowly shoved it up Barbara's wet pussy. "Ah! Aaaaaah!" Barbara
could not suppress her moans when Pattern switched the vibrator on, and
her entire body quivered with excitement. However, her moans of pleasure
soon turned into cries of pain when Pattern held the two candles above
her breasts and tilted them. "Ah!" She cried out as the first drop of
hot wax fell onto her erect nipple. "Ah! Ah!" She moaned and struggled
in her bounds as Pattern moved around so that soon both her breasts were
covered in dried wax. This proved to be too much for Pattern, and his
cock was bursting out of his pants.
"Hold them for me, please," Pattern said chuckling as he stood the
two candles on Barbara's breasts. He waited until the molten wax dried
and stuck the two candles to her nipples. Barbara held her breath
fearfully. There's now a thick layer on wax on her breasts, it didn't
really hurt that much, but she was scared that the candles would fall
and bring her further punishments if they didn't hurt her already.
After he had undressed, Pattern climbed on the bed. He pulled out
the vibrator in Barbara's pussy, drawing a grunt from her, and he drew
another grunt from her when he immediately shoved it up her ass. "Now
take this, you little slut!" He grunted as he entered Barbara with one
deep thrust. He then took the two candles off Barbara, and roughly
brushed the dried wax off her breasts. Barbara let out a cry of dismay
when she saw that her breasts were about to be tortured again.
Supporting himself with one arm, Pattern began pumping Barbara while
dropping hot wax onto her breasts. She was moaning louder and louder,
and as he continued to fuck her, it became obvious to Pattern that those
were moans of pleasure. "You like that, don't you, you little slut?" He
asked panting as he sensed his orgasm approaching. "Y--y-yes...ah! Ah!
Aaaaaaah!" Barbara answered as she ground her hip to meet his thrusts,
as much as her bounds would allow her to. "Slut!" Pattern shouted as he
squeezed Barbara's right breast cruelly, causing the dried wax to fall
off it again. "Y-yes! Yes! Ah!" Barbara answered him with her loud moans
as Pattern filled her up with hot jets of cum.
"Come here, slut, clean me up. We've still got time for another
round," pattern said as he uncuffed Barbara. Still gasping, Barbara
struggled to get up. Then she crunched down slightly and pulled the
vibrator out of her ass, as if she was still shy about it. As she had
done with her previous customers, she led Pattern to the bathroom and
turned on the shower. She then lathered herself up with soap and asked
Pattern to step into the shower with her. Pattern smiled comfortably as
Barbara began to rub soap onto his body by rubbing her breasts against
him. "You're doing a fine job, Babs," he said, "I think I'll be visiting
you very soon." "Th-thank you, sir," Barbara answered meekly,
suppressing the urge to throw up. She was making Frank Pattern happy!
And he was talking to her like she was some hooker, as if she would be
grateful to him for abusing her like that again! "Now tell me," Pattern
went on, "why do you have to wear that mask?"
Caught in surprise by the question, Barbara almost stopped what she
was doing. "Er, because it-it makes me feel s-sexy, sir," she answered
hesitantly.
"Really? But I would like to see how you look under it. I bet you
must be very pretty."
"N-no, please, sir!" Barbara pleaded, panicking. "The m-madame made
me wear it. If I take it off I'll be punished!" But Frank Pattern was
not deterred. "Don't worry, slut," he said chuckling, "I'm an old
customer. I'm sure the madame will make an exception for me."
"No s-sir, please!" Barbara pleaded as she backed out of the shower,
trying desperately to come up with a reason. "Act-actually it's my
mistress who made me wear this mask, and if I take it off she won't let
me come here again, please!"
"Really? I don't find that very convincing."
"But it's true, sir! Please!"
"Cut the crap and do as I say, slut! Or you'll regret it!" Pattern
was finally getting impatient. "No one dares disobey me! Do you know who
I am?" he said menacingly as he grabbed Barbara's arm.
"No!" Barbara struggled madly. She knew that even though she had
been in captivity for so long, she could easily knock Pattern down, and
she knew that eventually Catwoman was going to kidnap Pattern anyway,
but she wasn't sure what the consequences would be if she tried. She was
no longer the bold and daring crimefighter, but a meek slave who was
scared of displeasing her mistress. While she hesitated, Pattern grabbed
both of her wrists and buckled her leather handcuffs together behind her
back. Then he did the same with her ankles.
Pattern carried the whimpering Barbara back into the room and threw
her down onto the carpeted floor. "Listen, slut!" He said angrily as he
straddled her. "Nobody says no to me! Do you understand, huh!" He asked
as he squeezed her breasts cruelly. "Ah! Ah! Yes, yes, sir, I-I
understand!" Barbara pleaded.
"Now, shall we see how you look like under that mask?" Pattern asked
teasingly as he fumbled with the buckle. Getting no answered from
Barbara, he was surprised that this girl who was totally submissive just
a while ago would be so uncooperative over this, and it made him all the
more curious. "Fuck!" He cursed as he couldn't unlock the buckle, then
he took out a small but vicious-looking knife from the inner pocket of
his jacket. He laughed when he saw Barbara looking at the knife. "Not
what you expect a mayor to be carrying right? Well I can't rely on my
bodyguard all the time can I? And it can be handy sometimes..." he said
chuckling as he slipped the blade under the strap of Barbara's mask.
Barbara bit her lip, tears swelling in her eyes. She knew it was
useless to beg now. Pattern's going to know everything. She closed her
eyes in despair as the strap was cut and the mask was lifted off her
face.
"Oh my God! you're, you're Barbara Gordon!" Pattern cried out, and
then he began laughing like a mad man. "Barbara Gordon! Barbara Gordon
is a whore! Haha!" Grabbing Barbara's chin, he forced her to look at
him. "What? Miss Gordon, no more campaign against me today? Or is this
your new way of saving the environment?"
"No! Let me go!" Barbara cried out as she struggled.
"So this is what you really are!" Pattern said, pinning her down.
"You're a whore! A hypocrite! Just like your father!" He went on,
getting angrier and angrier as he spoke. "You think I don't know it! You
Gotham people are a bunch of stupid snobs! You wouldn't have anything if
it weren't for me! You all think I'm cheap but you all want my money!
Like your father--" he halted as he realized something. "Now wait, if
you are Babs, it means that you sucked your old man's dick that night!
Well done, slut! Your dad must be real proud of you! You wait until I
tell him!"
"Noooooo!" Barbara screamed.
Suddenly there were bangings on the door. "Mister Pattern, is
everything alright?" Madame Duvall asked. "Yes, yes! Go away!" Pattern
said coarsely. "Help me, please!" Barbara cried out.
"I'm terribly sorry mister Pattern but I must--" Madame said as she
opened the door with her key. She stopped in mid sentence as she saw
what was going on. "Mister Pattern! You can't do this! I have an
agreement with the owner of this slut! Hey! Let's get some help here!"
As the madame turned around and called out for help, Frank Pattern
jumped over to grab her. "Shut up, bitch! I'm the boss here and you
listen to me!" The pair rolled around, with Madame Duvall screaming from
time to time. There was a loud bump when her head hit the corner of the
fireplace, and then she went all quiet. When Frank Pattern rolled off
her, Barbara could see a patch on blood on her head. "Stupid bitch!"
Pattern cursed as he struggled to get up.
"Please, let me go!" Barbara pleaded, "We have to call an ambulance!
And you are not getting away with this!"
"Oh, really? I'm sure the Police Commissioner will be on my side
this time!" said Pattern laughing. "And you," he said as he picked
Barbara up, "you'll be mine! You'll be my personal fucktoy!"
Tears went down Barbara's cheeks as Patterned carried her out of the
room. Pattern had gagged her with a ballgag he found among Madame
Duvall's stuff, and quietly he carried her out of the club into his car.
He was on his own tonight. Usually, even when he visited places like
this, he would still have his most trusted bodyguard with him. But
tonight the Police Commissioner had sent the man away for some reason.
Maybe he didn't want others to know that his daughter was moonlighting,
Pattern chuckled as he thought.
Barbara was thrown into the trunk of Pattern's car. The car drove
off quickly at first, and then it slowed down. They must be far enough
away from Madame Duvall's club by now, she thought. Just when she was
wondering why Catwoman still wasn't coming. The car came to a drastic
halt. There were some noises and people shouting, and Barbara waited
quietly for Catwoman to get her out.
Catwoman wasn't really bothered by Pattern's knowledge of the
identity of "Babs". It was just a small contingency in a plan that had
gone very well so far. The man would most likely be killed in the end
anyway.
Gotham City had gone into further chaos after the disappearance of
the mayor, and to celebrate that, Catwoman had been partying almost
everyday since then. Right now, she was riding one of her henchmen while
two others were fucking Barbara next to her, one in her pussy and the
other in her ass. In a corner of the room was Frank Pattern, on his
knees and naked, with a leather collar on his neck.
"Do you like the view, mister mayor?" Catwoman asked, panting. The mayor
didn't answered. He hadn't eaten for several days, and had been beaten
up a couple of times. "Or would you like to join in?" Catwoman went on,
"but it seems that your tiny little--"
Catwoman was interrupted when the door of the room swung open. Joe
and several guys walked in. "Sorry guys, I'm kind of busy here,"
Catwoman purred, "can you come back later?"
"No, I'm afraid not, Catwoman," Joe said calmly.
"Oh, really, what's it all about?" Catwoman asked casually as she
got up from the guy she was riding. After zipping up her catsuit, she
placed her hands casually on her hips, so that the men couldn't see her
claw-blades. Her two henchmen also stopped fucking Barbara, who
whimpered in frustration as they pulled out of her.
"Hi guys, what's the deal?" Catwoman was relieved to hear Joker's
voice at the door. "Well, Joker, it seems that Mr Pitcher here has
something to discuss with us."
"Discuss? Sure! I like discussions, haha! C'mon, sit down, tough
guy," Joker said as he ushered Joe to a chair. Catwoman wasn't really
happy that her orgy was interrupted, but thought she'd better deal with
this matter now. Her other henchmen should be coming soon anyway. "And
you too, Catwoman, let's sit down and talk business, haha!" Joker said
cheerfully as he reached out and held her arm. As soon as he touched her
elbow Catwoman felt a powerful jolt of electricity go through her body.
You scumbag! She wanted to say, but before she could utter a word she
had already collapsed onto the floor.
"Urrrrgh!" Catwoman gritted her teeth and grunted as Penguin pressed
his cigarette onto her breast again. She was sitting in a chair, with
her hands tied to the back of the chair and her ankles tied to its legs.
The front of her catsuit was cut open, exposing her breasts and her
pussy. The cigarette had already left several marks on her breasts,
which were also bruised from Penguin's rough handling.
"Say you'll obey me, Catwoman!" Penguin threatened and he lit
another cigarette. "C'mon, Catwoman, save us some time!" Joker added. He
was sitting comfortably in a sofa, watching all this. "Your men are all
dead. There's no one here to help you."
"You!" Catwoman hissed. "I let you in! And you betray me!" "Well,"
Joker said smiling, "that's because you've made it too easy for us.
We're just beginning to get some results, but all you do is party! If
you like to party so much, why don't you concentrate on partying and let
us run the operation?"
"Never----urrrggh!" Catwoman tossed her head and grunted in agony as
Penguin burnt her again. "Take your hands off me, you fat piece of
shit!" Catwoman cursed. "Shut up, bitch!" Penguin roared angrily. He
kicked Catwoman heavily on her stomach, knocking her over toegther with
the chair. The chair broke when she hit the floor, and Catwoman lay
there choking. "You think I'm fat, huh? Then how do you like this, huh?"
Penguin said as he climbed on top of her, unzipped his pants and forced
his cock into her. "Oh, c'mon, Penguin! We've got work to do!" Joker
said, shaking his head.
"Well, what do you say now? You stupid fucking cat!" Penguin said as
he pulled out of Catwoman a few minutes later, his cock dripping cum.
"Now can we get back to business please?" Joker asked "O-Okay, you win!"
Catwoman said, and Penguin burst out laughing. With Catwoman facing
away, neither he nor Joker could see the look of determination and
hatred in her eyes. "Great!" Joker said cheerfully, "now let's get right
down to business, shall we? Why don't you start by showing us around
your control room?"
Catwoman waited patiently on her knees, next to the large bed that
used to be hers. She was totally naked except for her mask and a long
black leather glove which bound her arms tightly behind her back. Her
nipples were pierced, and the two gold nipple-rings she was now wearing
were joined together by a small gold chain. She also had a golden nose
ring of about half an inch in diameter. A chain was also attached to
this ring, with its other end dangling between her breasts. She was
gagged with a ballgag for some time now, and a long trail of droll ran
down from her chin to her stomach.
On the large bed was Barbara. Her naked body was covered with red
welts, with her arms cuffed behind her back, and with her legs spread
wide by chains linking the cuffs on her ankles to the two posts at the
end of the bed. Frank Pattern was kneeling between her legs, thrusting
in and out of her pussy roughly. "Hmm! Hmmm!" Barbara breathed heavily
through her ballgag. "What, you want more, slut?" Pattern said gasping,
"Well, here's more!" He said as he grabbed her breasts, and using them
as handgrips, he began fucking her with renewed frenzy. In a strange
twist of events, Pattern had not only managed to persuade Penguin to
spare him his life, but also to let him act as their front in Gotham
City. He would be released soon, and after he has resumed his job as
mayor, he would pass information to Joker and Penguin so that they would
be more successful with their robberies and have less trouble from the
police. In return, they would help Pattern deal with rival politicians
and occupants who wouldn't move out of any piece of land that Pattern
covets.
Pattern felt great. He always knew that he had a way with people.
Everyone is greedy, and he has the talent to guess exactly what someone
is greedy for. Soon he will be back in office, and with the help of
Joker and Penguin he won't have to worry about losing the next election.
True, with the two given a license to do whatever they want on Gotham
City, many people will suffer, but then who cares. Perhaps in the end he
can even blame everything on James Gordon and have that old man
replaced. Or maybe not--it's not easy to find someone as weak as the old
man. Besides, his daughter is such a good fuck, so maybe he deserves
some kind of reward too. Pattern burst out laughing as he thought of all
these.
"Hmmm! Hmmm!" Pattern turned around and saw that Catwoman was trying
desperately to speak. "What's the deal, pussycat?" He asked laughing.
"Hmmm! Hmm mmmm Hmmmm!" Catwoman repeated, wriggling her hips. "Oh, so
you want to come too?" "Hmm!" Catwoman answered, nodding her head
nervously. "Well, can't you see I'm bust right now?" "Hmm! Hmm!"
"Alright, alright!" Pattern reluctantly climbed off the bed and unlocked
Catwoman's glove with his key. During the first week Joker and Penguin
had fucked and tortured Catwoman in every way that they could thought of
until Catwoman was broken. After that, the two and other gang members
continued to use her in the roughest manner. Barbara had a hard time
too, being both Batgirl and the daughter of the police commissioner.
Although Catwoman had now become almost as submissive as Barbara, they
still kept the glove on her as a precaution.
"There you go, pussycat, go and have fun!" Pattern said as he
unlocked Catwoman's glove. Catwoman whimpered and rubbed her sore arms
after they were finally freed. Then immediately she spread her legs and
began fingering herself madly, grinding her hips wantonly. "Okay, you
keep yourself busy and wait for your turn!" Pattern said chuckling as he
climbed back on the bed again and took his place between Barbara's legs.
"Well, Batcunt! Where were we--" Pattern was just about to enter Barbara
again when Catwoman came up from behind and wrapped the leather glove
around his neck.
Barbara held her breath and watched as the two struggled on the bed.
Pattern grabbed at the glove, trying desperately to remove it, while
Catwoman, obviously weakened since her captivity, struggled to tighten
it. After a while, Pattern began waving his arms madly, and finally he
became still.
Catwoman was still silent after she had removed her gag. Using the
keys that she found on Pattern, she removed her cuffs, and then she
proceed to remove Barbara's cuffs and gag. "M-Mistress! Are you
alright?" After asking the question, Barbara suddenly realized that this
was actually the first time she was able to speak to Catwoman after she
was betrayed by Joker and Penguin, and she still called her "mistress"
automatically.
"Come over here, Batcunt!" without answering her, Catwoman waved
Barbara to in front of the closet, then she began removing the clothes
inside it. Among those clothes, Barbara could see her new, Batcunt
costume. Catwoman then walked over to another corner of the room where
there was a statue of a Greek goddess. She twisted the arm of the statue
until it broke, revealing a button. She pressed the button and
immediately a door opened inside the closet. Also, the top of the
dressing table moved back to reveal a panel.
"This will not override the main control room, but it'll do
something else," Catwoman said as she noticed Barbara looking at the
panel, then she punched a few keys. "Go, Batcunt, you've got ten
minutes."
Barbara was stunned as she realized what that meant. She just
couldn't move. She was so used to being a slave and she had almost given
up hope of ever leaving this place. "Wh-what about you?" She asked. "I
think I have an appointment with my old friends." Catwoman said calmly,
"Go!" Hesitantly, Barbara stepped inside the closet. Before she stepped
into the tunnel inside, she bent over to pick up the Batcunt costume.
She turned around to look at Catwoman. "Go, Batcunt!" Catwoman said,
giving her a push. Finally, Barbara turned around and began walking down
the long, dimly-lit tunnel.
After a while the tunnel came to an end. Barbara looked up and saw a
metal ladder. It went up for about sixty feet and Barbara could vaguely
see a round, metal hatch at the end. Quickly, she put on the Batcunt
costume and began climbing.
Just when she reached the hatch, she heard a man's voice calling
from below. "Babs! Wait for me!" Frank Pattern called out. The man was
still alive! Barbara stopped and looked down. "Quick! Mr Pattern! I
can't open the hatch on my own!" She shouted back as she fumbled with
the hatch. Pattern struggled to climb up as fast as he could. "Hurry up,
the whole place is going to blow up!" Barbara urged. She held tight to
the ladder, and when Pattern reached where she was, she kicked him in
his face with her foot, as hard as she could. Pattern's scream was still
echoing in the narrow after he hit the ground. Then Barbara turned
around, opened the hatched easily and climbed out.
It was dark outside, and Barbara found herself next to a hole in a
forest. It was the just outside Gotham City and she could vaguely see
the city's lights. As soon as she got out, Barbara began to run.
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion. The whole ground shook, and
Barbara fell down. She was still struggling to get up when the second
explosion came. From where she was Barbara could see fire and smoke
coming out of the hole. Wiping the tears off her cheeks, she began
walking towards the distant lights.
"Batgirl! Where on earth have you been? We've been looking for you!
Didn't you see our Bat signal?" Commissioner Gordon asked, "and what's,
what's with this costume? Several of Gotham city jail's were raided by
Catwoman and someone wearing a similar costume, don't you know that?"
"What, you don't like my new costume?" Batgirl said coldly as she
stood in front of the commissioner's desk. She had a cape now, but
underneath it she was still wearing the costume that Catwoman gave her.
"Would you like it better if I had a Bat symbol tattooed on my butt?"
"What, what did you say?" The commissioner almost jumped up from his
chair.
"Well, I was only joking. I have been away, investigating another
case. I came back as soon as I heard about Catwoman. I found their
secret base, and as you already know, the whole place was blew up and
destroyed the other night."
"But, but what about the mayor? And, and my daughter? My men
couldn't find anything." The commissioner asked. He hadn't slept at all
after the report of the explosion. Now he looked much older than he
already was, Batgirl thought to herself. She softened and decided to
spare him part of the news.
"As far as I know, the mayor died in the explosion. But your
daughter was killed long before that." Barbara said coldly. "Oh God, no!
Please, Batgirl, are you sure?" The commissioner asked, his face turning
pale. "Yes, I'm positive. Goodbye, commissioner," Batgirl said simply as
she turned to leave. Behind her, the commissioner began to cry.
Madame Duvall was so surprised when Barbara Gordon presented herself
at her office. "Well, Miss Gordon, what brought you here? Haven't you
heard that we're leaving? After what happened to that prick Pattern,
we've been forced to go. I hope you're happy that you've finally got
what you want!"
"No madame, please take a look at this!" Barbara said as she
presented Madame Duvall with a sealed envelope. Madame Duvall opened it.
"Dear Madame," the printed letter said, "As you well know, I have to
leave Gotham City for a while. During this period, I'd like you to take
charge of my slut, Barbara Gordon, or Babs from now on. Please give her
to your most perverted clients and make sure she gets used and abused in
every possible way. Yours, Catwoman."
Madame Duvall was slightly puzzled by the letter. There was no
signature, and Catwoman usually called herself "the Cat". But then
Barbara Gordon wouldn't have forged this letter herself, unless she's
totally out of her mind, the madame thought. Besides, if they move to
another city they'd better have something or someone special to attract
new clients. When the madame looked up, Barbara immediately unbuttoned
her trench coat. Underneath she was naked except for her high heels, a
pair of black silk stockings and a matching garter belt. She also had a
nipple clamp on each of her nipples, and the two clamps were joined
together by a silver chain. "Please, madame," Barbara pleaded meekly, "I
beg you to take me and use me like the slut that I am."
"Very well, very well." The madame murmured, smiling.
The End?
