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This is the Super Hero Archive. These stories were sent to me by
friends. I did not write these stories.
Many have no author name attached. If you are the author of the
enclosed work please let me know and I’ll remedy the situation.
This story, and all the stories in this archive are meant to be
free. They where sent freely and should remain public domain.
CAPTIVE OF THE CATWOMAN
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
On a dark rooftop, Barbara Gordon crouched, her skin tight
purple pants beginning to make her uncomfortable. She leaned
cautiously over the skylight. Grimy with soot and streaked with
pigeon droppings, it was difficult to see through, but she could
make out the shapes of people moving. If only she could be sure...
Then she heard a voice, silky as a cat's purr but loud as a lion's
roar and she knew she was in the right place. She had found the
Catwoman's Lair! And before Batman and Robin, too! She slipped
something the size of a lipstick case from her utility belt, and
then, wincing at the dirt on the glass, leapt through the skylight.
She landed in the soft sand of a giant litterbox. "I've got you
now, Catwoman!" she said, as she straightened her mask.
The Catwoman reclined on a large dais covered with pillows, her
slave Kitten brushing her hair. "Do you? Get her, boys!"
Instantly, the Catwoman's slaves (all dressed in black
turtlenecks and wool caps--cat burglars, you know) rushed for
Batgirl. Barbara pulled herself up on a pipe and kicked two of
them in the jaw. One grabbed her around the waist from behind, but
she smashed him with her elbow. She decked another with a right
roundhouse punch, but the resulting BIFFF! distracted her and
Kitten put her out with a vial of Cat-sleep-gas.
When Barbara awoke, she was being bound to a giant scratching
post. She tried to struggle, but Kitten was just finishing the
knots that held her wrists above her head. The Catwoman yawned
from across the room. "Purrr- fect. I was about to get bored."
Kitten returned to Catwoman's side. Barbara noticed as she
struggled that the carpeting covering the scratching post was rough
against her ass. Her costume was gone! "Shall I remove her cowl
now?" Kitten asked.
"No, darling," said the Catwoman, scratching Kitten under the
chin. "You know what a fetish I have for masks." She adjusted her
own black and green sequined mask with a gloved hand. "Bring me
the cat-o-nine-tails."
Barbara flinched when she saw the tentacles of leather. The
Catwoman swung it a few times experimentally. "now, Kitten, let's
see if we can make our Tweety Bird sing."
Barbara tried not to scream, but she felt as if the leather were
scorching her skin. As she clenched her teeth, sweat broke out all
over her body. Finally, she screamed as the cat ripped at her
breast. She felt something dripping. Was it sweat? She hung her
head and gasped at the sight of blood, trickling from her nipple
down her stomach.
Catwoman's eyes glittered in her mask slits. "Kitten, would you
clean up that mess."
Kitten sauntered over, letting her curvaceous hips swing in her
all spandex cat suit. She knelt in front of Barbara, and began
licking the welts on her hip. SLowly she worked her way up, her
tongue warm and wet, but not as rough as a real cat's, Barbara
noted with relief. The probing tongue reached her nipple, circling
it, tweaking it as the tip hardened. Barbara moaned, pulling on
the ropes that held her hands. But she couldn't push the warm soft
wetness away any more than she could stop the whip from falling.
Kitten ran her fingernails down the curve of the other breast, then
over Barbara's ribs, bringing goosebumps up all across her flesh.
She sobbed.
Catwoman came over, pushed Kitten aside. "So," she said, her
face inches from Barbara's. "Where's the Batman? It's such a
shame he has to miss this." When Barbara didn't answer, teh
Catwoman pinched her nipples, one in each hand, and held them
there. "Didn't you invite him to our little party?" Again no
answer. The Catwoman pinched hard, twisting. "No, you didn't. I
can see why. You wouldn't want to run the risk of him seeing me.
He might forget all about you. Poor thing, you must ride all over
Gotham on that Batgirl-cycle of yours, the engine humming between
your legs, looking for him." She let go and Barbara sighed.
Kitten handed up some clothespins. "What would you say to him?
'Oh, Batman, you can leave the mask on, but show me that great
manly organ of yours?' Say it." Barbara lifted her head.
"I said, 'say it.'" Catwoman placed a clothespin on Barbara's
lkeft nipple. "Say 'Batman, I want to suck you dry. I've admired
your cock for years, always just beneath that thin layer of
spandex.'" She put another pin on the other nipple. "Not very
cooperative, are you. Say 'Batman, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me
hard. Push your giant bat-dick into my little bat-cunt.'" She
placed several more clothespins on Barbara's flesh and stepped
back. "I'm going to insist." She picked up a small whip and
cracked it. Barbara jumped. "Ah, I see you remember the taste of
leather. Now say 'Batman, push your giant bat-dick..." Catwoman
picked one of the clothespins off with the whip. Barbara began
sobbing again. "Go on, 'Batman, push your giant bat-dick into my
... " She whipped her on the thigh, then picked off another pin.
Barbara screamed and tried to say something, but her chest was
heaving. "Ba... ba..."
"Come on," Catwoman encouraged her with a breathy sing- song.
"Batman, I want your giant bat-dick inside my little bat-cunt."
"Batman..." Barbara began. She flinched as Catwoman raised her
arm. "I want your giant bat... dick, inside my little bat...
cunt." She relaxed as Catwoman's arm came down.
"Too bad, batbitch," Catwoman growled, "If it's going anywhere,
it's into this pussy!" And she whipped off the rest of the pins,
and a few more long hard strokes for good measure. Then she
noticed that Batgirl seemed to have passed out. "Such a shame.
Boys, get her on the table. I want to see her begging me."
A little Cat-smelling-salt and Barbara was staring up at the
ceiling. She was on a metal operating room table, with her feet
bound into stirrups and her ass resting in a slight depression.
Her hands were bounds at her sides. *Maybe I shoudl have made
mytrail a little more obvious,* she thought. *Just because Batman
has a big vocabulary doesn't mean he's that smart. Maybe the
bat-compuer is down...*
"Now, Tweetie," Catwoman said, as she came in wearing a white
doctor's coat over her usual slinky black dress. "We're going to
play my favorite game."
"Doctor?" Barbara said quizically.
"No, Veterinarian," Catwoman purred. She pulled a syringe from
one of the deep pockets of the coat. "First your rabies shot."
"You'll never get away with this," Barbara said out of a sense of
obligation to cliche. But she held her mouth shut as Catwoman
plunged the needle into the thick muscle of her arm. It burned
like fire but she couldn't move to soothe it.
"Now, you look like you;ve been through hell, little bat. Let's
see what we can do." She pulled a flashlight out of her coat and
began examining Barbara's hindquarters. "Hmm, hard to see down
here. We'll have to do something about this hair. I see you're
not a natural redhead..." She began plucking brown pubic hairs
with a tweezers. Each pluck was a jab of tiny electric pain, and
a throb of blood in her labia. Catwoman picked up the pace after
about twenty hairs. She rested one thumb up against Barbara's
clitoris. Which each hair, Barbara jumped a little, just enough to
move teh Catwoman's thumb. When Barbara realized what she was
doing, she tried to hold still, trying to squeeze her legs muscles
and abdomen tight, so she wouldn't rub against the intruding
finger.
Catwoman laughed. She produced am electrolysis needle from
under the table. "Now, DON'T MOVE" she said.
Barbara couldn't help but jump from the first bite of the
needle. She could feel the heat of the pain and the heat of
arousal flooding her whole pubic area. Tears ran down her face as
the Catwoman put down teh electrolysis needle and began licking the
edges of her vagina. The sharp point of her tongue tweaked her
clit and Barbara sobbed. Catwoman continued circling the clit and
tweaking it until Barbara began to move her hips just a bit, back
and forth. With each stroke of the tongue, Barbara could feel the
stinging in her arm and the marks on the breasts less and less.
She hoped this would keep the Catwoman occupied until Batman could
show up.
The Catwoman sat back. "Poor little bat, why are you crying? I
think you need more attention." She ran her hands down the marks
on Barbara's ribs, caressing the bruised flesh. "There there."
She smiled as she saw the nipples hardening again. "That's better.
You see, I don't have to hurt you. Yes, I can be nice." She
slipped a finger into Batgirl's swollen cunt, down into her vagina,
massaging gently. "I know how you feel," purred the Catwoman.
"No, don't," Barbara was saying through her tears. "Leave me
alone!" But she couldn't fight the delicious feelings that swept
over her as the Catwoman's expert hands did their work. Then
Kitten was there, caressing her face and her neck, while the
Catwoman put her tongue to work again. She felt as though she were
being lifted, up and up, on the hot rising cloud of desire. She
sighed, tensing her stomach muscles for the inevitable explosion.
She moved her hips again, wanting the orgasm that would erase all
the pain.
"How's that?" The Catwoman pulled her finger slowly away,
laughing as Barbara tried to lift her body to meet it. "Uh uh. My
turn." The Catwoman stepped out of her skirt and climbed on top of
Barbara. She squatted over Barbara's chest, and began to finger
herself, moaning and growling. The wild onion scent of her sex
drove Barbara wild. Barbara clenched her vagina open and shut,
trying to release herself from the sexual plateau where the
Catwoman left her, but she couldn't get any farther. The Catwoman
had her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Barbara stared into
her cunt, and then, slowly, lifted her head as far as she could,
her tongue out. She lifted her shoulders ff the table as far as
she could, and licked the back of Catwoman's hand. Catwoman's eyes
sprang open. "Why, Batgirl, are you HUNGRY?"
Barbara tried to get her tongue past Catwoman's fingers.
"I suppose you are giving me your cooperation because you'd like
me to do the same."
"Yes," Barbara said, tasting the salty surface of Catwoman's
labia. "Please."
"I like the sound of that."
"Please Catwoman," Barbara said, feeling foolish and not at all
sure how to phrase her begging. "I'll do you if you do me."
"How quaint." And Catwoman lowered herself over Barbara's mouth.
"Mmmm, you're good at this. I thought only women in prison were
this good." Catwoman pumped her hips and Barbara's licking became
more frantic. "Look's like the Cat's got your tongue!" The
Catwoman began to meow, bucking harder, and holding her own
breasts. Finally, she hissed and spat and collapsed forward into
Kitten's arms.
She climbed down slowly, sighing. Then she circled the table.
"Mm. I guess I have my half of the bargain to uphold." She
produced a roll of first aid tape. 'Very well." She began taping
Barbara's red labia open, sticking strips of tape longer than
necessary to Barbara's thighs. When Barbara was stretched taut,
she began probing her vagina with her fingers, keeping one thumb on
her clitoris. "Imagine this is Batman," Catwoman purred, as she
held up a purple dildo for Batgirl to see. She rubbed the rubber
cat toy against Barbara's clit and Barbara bucked. She was getting
very close now. She then inserted the dildo, slowly into Barbara's
vagina. Barbara was so ready that the large toy slid in with no
problem. Catwoman bumped it against the back a few times, then
twisted it in a wide circle. Batgirl moaned. "Oh please,
Catwoman, please."
"Come on, you know how cats like to play with their prey." But
she relented, lowering her tongue down to Barbara's throbbing clit.
She held the dildo in place, and began licking.
Suddenly, a door was kicked in. "We've got you now, Catwoman!"
Barbara and the Catwoman both turned to see The Caped Crusader and
the Boy Wonder standing there, with their hands on their hips.
Catwoman stood up and sighed as Batgirl squirmed in frustration.
"Get, em, boys."
To be continued! Will the Dynamic Duo fall into the claws of the
Catwoman? Will Batgirl ever have an orgasm?
Tune in again, same Bat-time! Same Bat-newgroup!