From news.tue.nl!surfnet.nl!howland.erols.net!EU.net!uunet!news-in2.uu.net!nntp.earthlink.net!usenet Mon Oct 7 15:23:03 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 3/5 (mf ff nc bd) Date: 6 Oct 1996 04:20:18 GMT Organization: Earthlink Network, Inc. Lines: 223 Message-ID: <537c22$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. Double Standard Chapter 3 Selena began to struggle anew when she heard the door open. Three pairs of thugs came in, and quickly arranged themselves for a good view of the proceedings, laughing and joking at her predicament. Sugar made sure she put on a good show for the boys. She grabbed Catwoman's clit between her fingers, evoking a moaning shriek from her. Maintaining her hold, she began to stroke the razor over the tender pussy-flesh, stripping her prisoner of her last shred of coverage. Drawing the hard nub first to one side, then the other, she used it to pull the skin tight as she denuded her helpless captive. Catwoman thrashed in her bonds, lust mixing with humiliation, and somehow creating more lust. She wanted to die. No, she wanted to kill. To kill everyone here. But she didn't kill any more. And what she wanted didn't have any effect on what she got. She was being taken to madness again, and there was nothing she could do about it. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back, trying to wish herself away from this place. Suddenly, her hand was free. Reaching, clawing, grasping, she struck out. Her hand closed around ... a dildo? She looked around and saw that Sugar was now standing to one side, giving the men an unobstructed view of her naked body. Sugar had given her the hard shaft, betting that she would use it on herself, spectators or not. She wanted that shaft. She wanted it inside her, rubbing against her clit, filling her. She wanted it bad. It was harder than swallowing a stone, than returning the Eye of Gotham diamond. Harder than anything she had ever done. Slowly, she forced her hand to open, casting her sanity's salvation onto the floor. She wouldn't do this, not for them. "Well, if she don't know what to do with that thing", growled a thug in a brown suit, "I do." Standing up, he opened his pants and stepped forward. "Get ready for it, bitch", he growled as he pressed his manhood against the opening of her hungry hole. Catwoman dreaded what was to come. Not simply the rape. She had endured that before. What she hated was that, in her current state, she was going to enjoy it, and these low-lifes would know it. She tried to beat the man away with her free hand, but the thug brushed it aside and clenched his hips for the first thrust. "Who the hell threw a party, and didn't invite us?", came the yell from the doorway, freezing the thug at the moment of truth. Glaring at his men through his evil side, the horrible hood drove any thoughts of lust from their minds. "I caught her, and the coin said I get to keep her. Now I don't mind sloppy seconds, as long as I'm the one who went before me." The men shuffled around, confused by their leader's logic, and trying to think of some excuse to leave. "Who the hell is supposed to be on watch?", demanded Two-face. With a chorus of, "Me, sir", and, "I'll check the schedule", the thugs beat a hasty retreat. They might get to do Catwoman later, but they had to live until that "later". Sugar tried to meld into the woodwork. She had gone too far and she knew it. Two-face spotted her, and spun to face her. "I told you to make her comfortable", he growled. Drawing his coin from a side pocket, he tossed it and let it fall. "She looks comfortable enough", he proclaimed as he read the face. "Good job". Sugar released a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. "Now", he continued, "Let's see how comfortable we can get with you". Wrapping one arm firmly around her waist, Two-face lead her away to his room. "Spice", he yelled. "Your turn!" Stepping from the shadows came the other blond, Spice. "Well, well", she chortled. "So you're the one the boss has the hots for." Selecting a soft leather whip from a rack, she strolled over to Catwoman's helpless form. "Sugar got your pussy hot, I see. Now I'm gonna warm your bottom." * * * * * Catwoman squealed in pain as the wip descended on her naked bottom. She lay bound across a padded bench, her hands secured near the floor and her ass in the air. The bench kept her hips elevated, while the leather restraints kept her feet spread wide. "Thwack", came the sound of the wip as it struck again, accompanied by another cry of pain. Catwoman could have taken the beating in silence, and had in fact endured far worse. But if she did that, the girl would simply come up with something worse. Playing along bought time. "This is so much fun", burbled Spice. "Let's add some excitement." Taking a pair of silver spring clamps from the rack, she secured them tightly to Catwoman's large, pink nipples. She then drew the silver chains down to the base of the whipping horse, pulling them tight. Then she got the handcuffs. Catwoman hissed in protest as her hands were locked behind her. The only thing that held her in place now was the constant tension of the chains on her tenter tits. But that was enough. Those clamps were designed to tighten, the harder you pulled on them. Her flesh would rip before they would slip. "Thwack", came the whip once more. Catwoman spasmed in shock at the next stroke. "Thwack, thwack, thwick.", came the whip again, three strokes in rapid succession. They didn't hurt any worse than the ones that had come before, but the third stroke had been aimed so as to swing up between her parted thighs, slapping home on her now hairless cunt. "You like that, huh?", teased Spice. "Well, there's plenty more where that came from." Thwack, thwack, thwick, came the series again. And again Catwoman jerked, tweaking her own tits with each move. This new method had madness in it, and Catwoman knew it. Her body was starting to respond again, perversely confusing the pussy- whipping with the more tender stimulation she had endured earlier. By the tenth stroke, she was wet. By the twentieth one, she was moaning, ready to come. Spice stopped before the thirtieth one. "Seems like old times, huh?", she laughed. "Sugar had you ready to fuck a goat, but couldn't break you. You ready to beg for me?" "Please", Catwoman moaned. "Please, let me come. I need it. I need it so bad. Please", her voice breaking to a whimper at the end. Spice smiled. She had won again, beating not only Catwoman, but her own wimp-sister too. "Well, I have a surprise for you", she said, victory in her voice. "I'm gonna give you what you want. I'm gonna let you cum. In fact, I'm gonna make you cum, and cum, and cum like there's no tomorrow." "What do you mean?", asked Catwoman, hope and despair mixing in her voice. "I'm gonna plug you into Two-face's special double-dildo." Holding up a locking leather chastity belt, she attached a pair of vibrators, and turned them on, just to see the look on Catwoman's face. "I just turn the speed up to 8, plug it into both your holes, and leave you alone for a few hours. You won't mind, I'm sure. In fact, you won't have a mind left to mind." Unhooking the nipple-clamps, she stood the docile and exhausted Catwoman up, and walked her back to the bondage-frame she had started her ordeal on. * * * * * Two-face groaned, pressing Sugar's face hard against his pelvis. She slurped noisily on his cock, dancing her tongue the length of his shaft. "Oh, yeah baby.", he growled, a smile flashing across one half of his face. He hadn't cum yet, and he always did each of the girls twice. Once each way. Reaching over to the intercom, he flipped it on, listening to the job Spice was doing on Catwoman. He had plans for that lady. Hell, if she was twins, he would marry her. "Waaaooooo", came the howl through the speaker, the sounds of lust unmistakable even through the intercom. "Oh shit, not again", came the sobbing voice as the owner was being dragged, kicking and screaming, back towards orgasm yet again. "You bitch. I'll get you for thiiiiiieeeee!", came the voice once more, threat trailing off into a shriek as she was wracked by another climax. "Say, Sugar", asked Two-face. "Doesn't that sound sweet? Batman's girlfriend losing her mind, now that's a sound I could listen to all day. " "Yeah. Spice and I pack a one-two punch that even pussy-woman can't take.", agreed the blond, interrupting her oral ministrations to Two-face's manhood. Flipping onto her back, she flung her legs out in an open invitation to her boss. "Sounds like that always make me want to fuck." Two-face needed no second invitation, and mounted her with renewed energy. Slipping his double-thick prick into Sugar's cunt, he began to thrust. "Oh yess", exclaimed Sugar. "I love it when you do that. More. More." "Oh noooooooo", wailed the voice over the intercom. "No more. Please, for God's sake, no more." And Two-face and Sugar coupled over and over again, accompanied by the sounds of passion emanating from the speaker. All three voices raised together in a simultaneous climax, two in victory, one on her way to the final defeat. End of Chapter 3 Replys Welcome The Bear thkbear@earthlink.net