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From: The Bear <thkbear@earthlink.net>
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Subject: Catwoman - Double Standard 4/5 (mf ff nc bd)
Date: 6 Oct 1996 04:21:45 GMT
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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

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