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A Cat in Hell	By : DrunkenSailor Category: DC Verse Comics > Catwoman Views: 20936 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Catwoman, Felix Faust, DC Comics, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-A Cat in Hell
- 2-Dawn
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Selina Kyle, also known as Catwoman: the world’s greatest thief, moaned in miserable exhaustion into the mystically created ballgag that filled her mouth. She cringed, barely awake as her body was rocked back and forth by the cruel thrusts of her captor into her tortured sex. She blinked as she looked towards the windows, her boyishly short black hair bouncing around her head, realizing that the first light of dawn was starting to show, glistening off the tears that ran down her cheeks. Dawn. That meant the entire night had gone by. An entire night she had spent as the pleasure toy of Felix Faust.
She had been given no choice in the matter. Ever since he had first caught her after midnight he had kept her in the strictest of bondage. Though it looked like normal leather, it seemed almost alive, moving with even the trained struggles of her lithe form, trapping her perfectly, moving only under Faust’s commands for how he desired her to be positioned. And the magician had shown a great many of those desires. She had been suspended from the ceiling, her legs spread out to either side at right angles so he could rape her. She had been lashed to the floor, arms tight behind her so Faust could deliver his full attention to her perfectly presented ass, using her own whip to torture her. Even now her bottom was crossed with red streaks.
“There we are. Morning already, my little pet.” Catwoman closed her eyes in shame at the sound of her tormentor’s voice, wincing as he thrust his monstrous shaft deep into her bare sex, hands on her hips gripping tightly. He currently had her bent over a dark pedestal facing the window, allowing her to see the Gotham skyline she could normally roam about freely. Instead, her legs were chained tightly to the short pillar, with her arms twisted behind her into a cruel armbinder that tested even her flexible form, bringing her elbows tightly together.
Faust held her firmly, his length buried deep inside of her vulnerable body. Selina mewled plaintively into her gag as she felt him shiver within her aching womb again, than cried out despondently as he filled her with more and more of his seed. She hurt so bad, aching everywhere from her treatment. Selina closed her eyes, tears falling as he held her while he finished, bony hands gripping her hips tightly.
She gasped then, yelping into the gag as a strange chill seemed to run through her. With a shiver she realized Faust was chanting, mumbling eldritch words as he buried himself inside her body, the last of his cum flowing deep into her. As it did, he spoke a final word of dark magic. Selina cried out, strange feelings shooting through her, as if chains were coiling around her soul. A sob ripped from her form as those unseen chains seemed to pull tight, and then suddenly vanish, leaving her to wonder what the sadistic mage had done. Drawing on some reserve of will, she turned her head back, shooting an accusing glare at her rapist as he withdrew himself from her.
Faust only chuckled as he walked around her, running his fingers up her spine to tussle her short hair. “Magic draws upon the primal forces of the universe, kitten.” He explained, as if a teacher to a troubled student. “And sex is one of the most primal and powerful rituals in human experience. I have used you. I have filled you with my seed.” He leaned down, looking directly into her scowling green eyes as he lifted her chin with his fingers. “I have claimed you in the most primal way possible. You belong to me, body and soul.” The cruel certainty in Faust’s eyes bore into her soul, and Selina had to struggle to not look away as a feeling of intense shame washed over her, reddening her cheeks. The magician only chuckled. “I could tell you what this means, but I think it will be more fun for you to learn on your own.” With that he patted her cheek and stepped away towards the window.
Catwoman scowled after him, wriggling atop the pedestal but unable to get free. Faust picked up his discarded robe, dressing in front of her, his eyes on the outside city. “So much to do, but the pieces begin to fall into place. I have the Soul of Khefut…” he grinned, holding up the dark gem, “and the soul of a cat.” He reached down to stroke her hair as if she were his pet, and Catwoman gave him her fiercest glare, her blazing eyes offset by her shame flushed cheeks. “Now, on to the next step.”
Faust’s hand reached under her, gripping the dark collar his magic had placed around her slender neck, and Selina watched in indignation as he drew a leash forth from it. With a word of magic the pedestal she was strapped to disappeared, and Catwoman fell to her knees. Before she could try to stand her arms were twisted in a new way by her bindings, and her gag held back yet another scream of pain as her arms were twisted up behind her back. Her elbows were still drawn together, but now her wrists were pulled up high between them, together behind her neck, a position it would be near impossible to reach on her own. The leather-seeming armbinder returned, trapping her hands together with a shirt chain clipping them to her collar, any struggle causing her to choke herself. But while her arms were held in the achingly cruel position, Selina found her legs the nearly free, or the closest to it the Sorcerer had allowed since capturing her. Black leather cuffs sat around her ankles, the only bondage a foot long chain that hobbled her legs.
“Come along now, kitten.” Faust chided as he used the leash to draw her to her trembling feet. “It’s nearly time to go, and we can’t let you out like that.” He took hold of her breast, pinching the nipple and using it to draw her in closer. Selina whimpered in pain, too exhausted to fight him, turning her head away as he leered down at her. “After all, your greatest charms belong only to me.”
With a last twist he released her captured breast, and Catwoman hated that she actually felt thankful he hadn’t hurt her further. She tried to look up in anger, but found herself unable to meet his gaze, a deep well of shame threatening to break open. The horrible sorcerer, perhaps thousands of years old, had taken her so easily, defeated her in a way no one ever had, and now she trembled before him, trying to fight the aching feeling that she was only a lost little girl. A kitten, like he claimed.
He pulled on her leash and miserably she followed. The chain kept her to small steps, but her graceful frame kept up easily as the man led her into her bedroom.
“Now let us see, what do you have that’s appropriate…”
Catwoman looked up, and another bolt of shame shot through her as she saw the magician going through her lingerie. He inspected it all, holding some up to her naked form, and chuckled as she averted her eyes. Finally he made his choice. He turned to her, smiling, and Selina felt a surge of hope run through her. He would need to untie her to get the lingerie onto her. And when he did…
Selina gasped as a light blue glow formed around her. She rose up in the air, and a tingling sensation began to cover her, starting with her toes and slowly climbing her body. Faust stood back, watching in appreciation as the simple spell flowed over her, dressing and cleaning his new toy in its wake. As it finished, it lowered Selina to the ground gently.
She looked down in shock, realizing first that she was now balancing in her stiletto heels. She wore an elegant set of lingerie, one she had been hoping to reveal to a certain other denizen of Gotham’s night. Her long legs were sheathed in thigh high black lace stockings decorated in a rose floral pattern, which were in turn held up by a matching black lace garter belt. Elegant French cut panties hid her perfectly, while a matching bra drew her breasts into a beautiful display of cleavage. Beyond that she felt not only clean inside and out, but also refreshed as if she had slept the entire night. To add to the humiliation, she even had her Catwoman headpiece back on, the little ears and red goggles ensuring everyone would know who she was.
And all of it had been done while keeping her trapped in the tight bondage.
Faust met her wide-eyed questioning gaze with a chuckle as he patted her cheek. “Come now, kitten. I hope you didn’t think that you’re the first slave I’ve taken.” His other hand traveled down her lace clad form, savoring the feel and making her shiver. “There needs to be a way to make even the most willful girl presentable. At least until she’s properly trained.”
The words made Selina sick to her stomach, but there was nothing she could do but glare back at him, something that only served to make the sadistic man even happier.
With that horrible smile on his wizened face, Faust reached out, first lifting his new toy’s chin and savoring the look in her eyes. Then his fingers slid down to her collar. He took her leash in his grip, and turned, walking out of the room, the collar tugging and forcing Catwoman to follow, her agile form easily keeping pace in the stiletto heels despite her awkward bondage.
The old mage pulled her back into the living room, pausing in front of the picture window, he pulled her in front of him, her trapped arms against his chest, one hand clutching her chin as he made her look out the window, the other reaching around to fondle her breast through the lace bra. “Take one last look kitten, because now we’re going from your city to mine.” He gave her nipple a cruel pinch and twist, smiling as he drew a surprised gasp from her, then pulled on the leash again.
He led her to the front door of the apartment, but as he did he began chanting. Catwoman followed behind, watching in silent apprehension as green sigils began to appear around the door frame, glowing with an eerie light. As he chanted the light grew, until it seemed to split open, a portal forming before the door. Through it Selina could see the backdrop of a city, hear the sounds of people. But the backdrop was even more macabre than Gotham. A dark red light seemed to fill the sky beyond that portal. Buildings seemed like twisted reflections of the city outside.
Faust stepped through, and Catwoman felt a deep terror like she’d never known wash over her as she was pulled close to that portal. With wide, determined eyes she tried to plat her feet, twisting away, struggling to stay on her side. Faust looked back, his cruel eyes meeting hers. Then with a strength his aged frame should not possess he pulled his captive through.
Catwoman staggered out onto a ledge overlooking the city’s streets, her panicked eyes looking back, but the portal was already gone. A stone wall was all that stood where her apartment had been. Faust took her by the collar, pressing her against a rusting iron railing so hard he would have bent her over if not for the hold on her neck. He pressed up behind her, his robed hips against her lingerie clad ass in a way that forced Selina to remember the endless rapes of the night. But for the moment he was more concerned with her attention. He took her jaw, forcing her to look out over the city, and Selina’s eyes went wide as her heart sank.
What lay before her wasn’t a city, but the dark nightmare of one, making Gotham seem like Metropolis. Twisted gothic architecture created a maze of streets and walkways that would have frightened Escher. Demonic gargoyles perched on edges, but many of these seemed to moves. Below her a market street was filled to the brim, both with humans, and creatures out of nightmare. She could see people being led along in chains, whipped by the hulking devils above them.
“Welcome to my city, little kitten.” Faust spoke into her ear. “The city of Gull, Third Province of the Underworld. Welcome to Hell.”
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