From news.tue.nl!surfnet.nl!howland.erols.net!EU.net!uunet!news-in2.uu.net!nntp.earthlink.net!usenet Mon Oct 7 15:23:11 1996 Path: news.tue.nl!surfnet.nl!howland.erols.net!EU.net!uunet!news-in2.uu.net!nntp.earthlink.net!usenet From: The Bear <thkbear@earthlink.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Catwoman - Double Standard 4/5 (mf ff nc bd) Date: 6 Oct 1996 04:21:45 GMT Organization: Earthlink Network, Inc. Lines: 211 Message-ID: <537c4p$efd@bolivia.earthlink.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: max1-gg-ca-03.earthlink.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 1.1N (Macintosh; I; 68K) X-URL: news:alt.sex.stories Disclaimer: This story contains material of a sexual nature, and depicts graphic nudity, sex, and adult situations. If you are below the legal age to view such materials, please stop now. If you object to either sexual situations, or the depiction of cultural icons in such situations, stop reading now. If you choose to disregard this warning, you are about average. Catwoman, Batman, BatGirl, Two-Face, and Robin are trademarked and copyrighted by Detective Comics. Any commercial use of the names or likeness without the expressed written consent of DC is a violation of US Copyright law. Feel free to archive this for your personal use, but do not distribute, and do not charge for its use. Catwoman - Double Standard Chapter 4 "Waaaooooo", came the howl as yet another orgasm rolled through the bound form on the rack. "That's twelve", thought the woman who sat nearby, enjoying the show. Catwoman smiled at the sound, watching the blond writhe under the force of the power-cocks locked into her pussy. Playing possum for the girl was easy, and she had easily overpowered her once her hands were free. Spice had obviously never been in prison, and didn't know how to handle real prisoners. Catwoman planned to change that. But first, she settled her own need. Working the dildo deep inside herself again, she worked herself to her fifth orgasm of the day. She thought about Batman, and started working the shaft with renewed energy. After satisfying herself, Catwoman rose, her fluidity proof of her relaxed satisfaction. Looking herself over, Catwoman groaned inwardly. She was dressed in her black, thigh-high boots, gloves, mask, and G-string. "I look like a character out of one of those adult comic-books", she thought. But there was no help for it. Sugar had taken her own cat-suit, and Spice's clothes were simply too small. Selecting a long bull-whip from the rack, Catwoman set out through the criminal's lair. She wanted Two-face. She wanted Sugar. She wanted revenge. She would settle for her clothes. Prowling through the halls, silent as a shadow, she listened at every door. At the fifth one she heard voices. Having already used her "curiosity caught the rat" trick once on these men, she wasted no time on tricks. Grasping her whip in one hand, and the doorknob in the other, she stepped into the room, ready for anything. The room was partially dark, lit by a single lamp over the table. Three men looked up from their card game as she entered. "Well, it looks like we get to pet the cat after all.", one of them chortled. All three smiled as they rose from the table and moved to flanking positions. They had been beaten by this woman once, but that was one on one, in a darkened room. This was different. Catwoman avoided the first man's lunge easily, planting a knee in is middrift and his skull in the doorframe as he passed. His eyes, and his hands, had both been aimed at her tits. "What kind of thugs are you?", she asked. "Is Assault with intent to Grope the best you can do?" The next pair of men charged her together, angry at her mocking attitude. Shifting her Kung-Fu stance to the Tiger position, her favorite, she caught the outstretched hand of the thug on her left, yanking him into the path of the other thug and sending them down in a pile. This was too easy. Then, she was in trouble. One of the men snaked a hand out of the pile, grabbing her by the ankle. He pulled, and she staggered as her balance was lost. In seconds, both men had piled onto her, burying her struggling form beneath their own. Catwoman was rolled onto her back, outdone simply because the two men outweighed her. One sat down on her chest, the hardness of his cock clearly detectable through his pants as he struggled to pin her wrists to the floor. The second man was trying to sit on her thrashing legs, but seemed more interested in tearing off her g-string panties. She felt the second man slide a hand under her squirming ass as he tried to drive his thumb into her vagina. The thug felt the naked woman stiffen as he penetrated her with his thumb, and knew that he had her. Her back arched and her legs stretched out and apart as he rasped his calloused skin against her clit. Shifting his weight, he lowered his face towards the shaved pussy before him, intent on licking this wildcat into submission. Then his world exploded, suddenly, painfully, as Catwoman's knee struck him in the temple. Catwoman was amazed. Did these men actually believe that a woman turned to jelly the moment anyone touched her clit? The man on her legs was still on her legs, but as a soft, dead weight. Twisting like the cat she was named after, she sank her teeth into the wrist of the man on her chest, tasting blood. The man yanked his hand back reflexively, swearing. Driving the heel of her hand into his shoulder, she felt the satisfying crack of a broken collarbone. Her second blow would have ended his life, crushing his windpipe, but she diverted it at the last second, sending him to dreamland. His jaw was probably broken, but he was alive. Congratulating herself on having let the man live, she rolled him and his unfortunate partner off, and climbed to her feet. Checking to see that all three were still breathing, she tore their jackets into strips and tied them securely. * * * * * Two-face strode into the back bedroom, planning a five way orgy: Sugar, Spice, Catwoman, and both of him. He expected to find Catwoman climaxed to near mindlessness, and looked forward to finishing her off. What he found was something else. Spice lay on the bondage rack, her legs folded back over her head, a leather and steel bikini locked around her pussy. Her head lolled to one side as drool ran down her cheek. She moaned softly, her body still trying to respond to the loudly buzzing shafts buried deep inside her body. Nipple-clamps had been applied, with slender leather thongs pulling her tender tips up towards the ceiling. "Where the hell is she", the split-psychopath raged, oblivious to the fact that Spice couldn't respond. Grabbing the telephone, he pressed a single button and began to shout into it, "Everybody, everybody! Catwoman has escaped. Find her and bring her to me, double time. The one who catches her gets her." Turning to where Sugar was tending to her delirious sister, Two- face pulled out his coin and flipped it. Snarling at the result, he stormed out of the room without a word. "Oh God", moaned Spice as the vibrators finally went silent. "I thought he was going to kill me. Now hurry up and get those damned things out of me." Sugar smiled at her sister. "I guess you didn't see the coin.", she said sweetly. "It came up bad-heads. He wants you punished." Placing fresh batteries in the double-dong, she continued, "And do you remember what you did to me when you got me locked down last week? Payback time." Spice wailed in despair as she felt herself being penetrated once again. Sugar cinched the leather crotch-strap up to it's tightest notch, driving the shafts even deeper into her sister's twin tunnels. "You looked like you had enough at level 8", she cooed softly as she fingered the control. "Let's see how you do on level 10." * * * * * Two-face found Catwoman himself. She was happily choking the last of his men into oblivion, her long arm wrapped around his throat while her legs scissored around his waist from behind, driving the air from his lungs. "Catwoman!", he growled as she dropped the man to the floor. "Damn you're good." Running his eyes up and down her naked form, he smiled that evil half-smile. "In fact, you're magnificient". Then he sprang to the attack. Catwoman had no illusions about being able to take this man in a straight slugging match. But then, she had no intention of trying. It simply wasn't her style. Laughing as she dodged his first punch, she leapt lightly onto a crate marked "Fragile - Glass". Two-face charged, shoving the crate sideways and out from under his agile adversary. He received a kick in the face for his trouble, making his head spin for a moment. When he looked up, Catwoman was crouched on top of a pair of crates, waiting to spring. "I'm gonna take you in both ends.", growled the angered madman. "Heads and tails." With that he vaulted onto the crate Catwoman had just vacated, and tried to wrap up her shapely legs in a single gorilla hug. She drove a knee into his face, then leapt free in a tumbling summersault to another stack of crates. Again, Two-face followed. Wiping some blood from his mouth, he smiled. "You're good, Catwoman. But I only have to catch you once. One time, and the famous Catwoman is just another piece of pussy." Leaping heavily from one stack to another, he approached his foe on an equal level. Two-face pursued his naked prey from crate to crate, higher and higher, until she had no place left to go. Catwoman was cornered. All paths of escape were within reach of her heavier, stronger opponent. She had kicked him twice in the head, and he wasn't even dazed. She was in trouble. Shifting her stance, she waited for his attack. Sensing victory, Two-face closed the gap screaming, "Heads and Tails!" as he charged, body-slamming his smaller opponent. End of Chapter 4 Replys Welcome The Bear thkbear@earthlink.net