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The next few weeks served as a cooling off period for the Caped Crusaders of justice. They had not made any plans to meet since the incident at the Bat-training ground. Batgirl used the break as an opportunity to apply some new techniques to her crime fighting. Batman used the time to try and work some leads on Catwoman who was beginning to make noise in crime circles. The pattern was similar to one he had seen before. The crimes start small but had an element of ambition. Soon they would escalate and have the citizens of Gotham City up in arms and pressuring the mayor or the Commissioner to do something.
Batman actually spent more time in the Batcave than in the streets tracking Catwoman. She would be more difficult to track at this point because the acts of crime would be more random. As her confidence and team of criminal cohorts grew, she would have to seek bigger paydays. Tonight, he was trying to track her by profiling the thugs she would most likely recruit for her efforts. Some choices were obvious but he did not have enough information on this catwoman to know exactly how she would operate.
This was the fourth Catwoman to invade Gotham City. The myth of nine lives with this criminal mastermind was when one Catwoman went down, another seemed to spring up. Catwoman was one of the first villains Batman squared off against after the Joker. While he had been mad and unconscionably evil, she had been cunning and playful. At first, he almost mistook that playfulness for ease and barely escaped certain death trap she had set. The second Catwoman worked alone and was more of a modern day Robin Hood. It created a lot of friction among fringe groups in the City when he eventually captured her. The last Catwoman came from the alley and had a mean and territorial spirit. He did not capture her. She was betrayed by the crime syndicate when they thought her greed and tactics had gone too far. The only thing he was able to determine about this Catwoman was her obviousness. That is, her markings at the crime scenes tended to say ‘look at me’ more than being focused on the bounty. He would learn more about her after a few more crimes.
One thing each of the Catwomen had in common was an indescribable beauty. It was not traditional or classic beauty but it had a feral quality that was impossible to resist. They were statuesque, superbly athletic, and with costumes that grasped their bodies in any position. The first Catwoman really caught Batman off guard with her sensuality and it was not until he was led into peril that he was able to shake off the attraction. Even then, a wisp of it remained. With the others, he carefully kept his distance so that he could focus on the crimes not the criminals. He had an intuitive suspicion that the second Catwoman and Robin had some sort of encounter. Despite his urgings as both Batman and Bruce Wayne neither Robin nor Dick would elaborate on what had happened. Both Robin and Dick became more difficult to control after that but he attributed it to being a teenager more than anything else.

After several nights on her own, Batgirl began to wonder and slightly pine for Batman’s presence again. She liked to learn and he offered her the best chance for filling that craving. All through school and college the quest for information drove her and kept her up at nights. Her mastery of the computer was really a natural extension as it opened up new vistas for her research. She wished she had a way to speak to Batman. If nothing else she wanted to know where she stood with him.
Barbara found herself combing the newspapers for crime stories and watching news features about felonious acts. She was thrilled to hear stories in which she was the featured hero but it was also frustrating because she had no one to share the victory with. She liked the new investigative reporter on Action News, Selina Calle. She seemed to have a good feel for reporting on crime and had particularly good instincts on scooping the other reporters on the increasing crime spree of Catwoman. She knew Batman would be hot on that trail so she began to research it is as well hoping that she would run into Batman along the way or maybe even break the case and win his respect for ever.
The life she had chosen for herself took some bizarre twists that no diary or chat room companion could ever sort out. Batgirl missed Batman and feared her defiance of him had alienated them. She was willing to put his attack of her behind them but did have an opportunity to even address it with him. Barbara Gordon missed Batman and longed for him to enter her apartment again. Next chance, she would entertain him in more ways than parading naked for him. Somehow, that experience liberated her (or her school girl fantasy at least) and now, as an adult, she was prepared to fulfill it. What she couldn’t figure was how to lure him back. Leading him to the apartment as Batgirl again was not an option for she respected his intelligence too much. Twice would not be a coincidence. It would mean handing him her identity.
Unfortunately for Barbara, just as she was getting the hots for Batman, Bruce Wayne had, for some reason, developed an interest in her. She found it a bit annoying. He would show up at events where she was attending and even arranged a meeting for her to meet the Waynetech Board of Directors to consider her for membership. As timing would have it, she had agreed months ago to have him escort her to some social function. At the time neither were too pleased with the obligation. However, now he treated it as a coming out. In one of the junctures where they found themselves alone with each other, he confided that he thought her body was outrageous and he had to have it. Although he worded it a bit more gallantly, his intentions were clear. What she could not figure out was why he all of the sudden he was aware of her figure. She wore gowns that were more stylish than revealing. Further, to the best of her knowledge he had not seen her in a bathing suit since college and her shape had matured since then.
Barbara thanked him for the compliment and desire but declined the offer to be with him. Rejecting him outright and publicly would do neither of them good (too much fodder for gossip rags), so she told him that her monthly visitor had just arrived and hoped to close the subject there.

As Batman surrounded himself with the most sophisticated computerized tools in the Batcave studying Catwoman’s crime spree, Batgirl’s efforts began to receive more attention and accolades in the newspapers. He felt a little pride in her success attributing some of the credit to the polishing he had given her. She was good but he worried that in her exuberance she might get sloppy. He knew he should check in with her but he kept letting it slide. Her rising popularity put a little added pressure on him so he worked deep into the nights to stop Catwoman in her tracks before her personal crime wave paralyzed the city.
He worked in the Batcave in costume sans his cowled mask as was his custom. The outfit gave him the mental edge he needed to focus on his crime fighting work without being bothered by the cumbersome hood. Plus, he was ready to go on a moment’s notice. Alfred tended to any needs he had while working in the Batcave. The other members of the Wayne Manor domestic staff had long ago became used to long periods of not seeing their employer around the house. It was known that Alfred was the one lone member of his staff that knew his schedule best. However, with Bruce Wayne and his playboy reputation, it was never a perfect science.
Cross-referencing data on recent parolees and Catwoman’s emerging pattern, Batman hit pay dirt. A skilled jewel thief with long rap sheet and no capital was released six weeks ago. Given his record he would never be able to secure employment so it was only a matter of time before he would be looking to apply his skills. If Batman guessed correctly, Catwoman would be looking to step up her profile and target the arriving display of priceless South African diamonds scheduled for the Gotham Metropolitan Museum. It was time to move out of the cave and into the street.
Catwoman would want to strike quickly since the display had been receiving significant advanced press. Batman would have to rely on the Gotham police by day and handle the stakeouts at night. His second night proved his calculations correct. He had posted his own extra security cameras while in the museum as Bruce Wayne knowing that Catwoman would find a way to circumvent the museum’s surveillance. When he saw the figures moving inside from his monitor in the Batmobile, he sprung into action.
He quickly made his way into the Museum. Without any alarms responding to his entrance he knew that Catwoman’s team did a thorough job on the security system. With barely a flutter he made his way to the diamond exhibit. He could make out four figures—three males and the fourth figure was a female to rival all figures. She was Catwoman and she pranced around the display in her leather-clad glory. She had both grace and malice. She was going to be one tough hellcat to bring down but Gotham City was looking to him to do it.
He surveyed the room anticipating which exit routes they would choose when he attacked. “Take the closest one first,” he thought, “and save Catwoman for last or second to last.” In a flash he had victim number one down and out cold. As he moved toward the second thug he recognized him as the jewel expert. Not much of a challenge, however, right before he connected Catwoman jumped in and blocked his shot. Quicker than he had ever seen, she then swept his legs out from under him with her own forcing him to land hard on his back. He sprang quickly up and squared off to take her on. They exchanged a series of rapid shots with neither one connecting solidly.
“Give up now, Catwoman, you can never win this game. Not with me after you,” he urged her as they circled each other.
“Oh Batman,” she purred confidently, “I win in everything. It’s kind of my trademark.”
He decided not to get in a word game with her. She could control the situation better the more she talked. He spun, missed with a kick to the body and missed again with a backhand shot to the head. Each time she avoided his strikes with lightening quickness.
“You are not getting old and slow one me yet are you. Batman?” she teased.
“Catwoman, the only one getting old will be you in prison.” Batman feigned another kick but grabbed her and applied a throw. He caught Catwoman off guard but she reacted well and as she came over his shoulder she held onto his arm causing him to topple over onto the marble floor as well. They wrestled and with each controlling move that Batman applied Catwoman was able to squirm out of it. With frantic grabs of various body parts their entangled bodies slid over each other in a carnally choreographed battle. Finally while on his back, Batman was able to secure Catwoman with her body on top of him, lined up anatomically—legs to legs, groins to groins, chests to chests, face to face, and mask to mask. He held her tightly in his arms in a bear hug.
“Meow, Batman, I like your idea of foreplay,” Catwoman purred with tussled hair and deep but seductive breaths.
“Save it, Catwoman your time is up.” Thankfully, his kevlar shorts were saving him embarrassment again by suppressing and hiding his throbbing erection. He, too, was breathing hard, part from the fight, part from excitement.
“No Batman, our appointed time has not yet come but trust me, it will come. And come again, I promise.” She then moved her mouth to his and planted a passionate, full lipped kiss on him. Batman did not attempt to shake her off immediately and his delay allowed the effect of the drug coating her lips to penetrate him. He immediately felt woozy and disoriented.
“Catwoman, what have you done to me?” Batman demanded as his grip loosened and began to feel numb all over. Catwoman pushed herself up and sat up on his chest.
“Well, Batman, it looks like I have done myself in. The catnip you are now digesting causes temporary paralysis. I’m afraid I have made you into a cat-tease tonight. Even with my powers, I could not expect much of anything from you now if I used my bag of sexual secrets. Your Bat stick is more like Bat putty right about now. But don’t worry. This is one Cat who has not stopped playing with its prey. Rrrrraowl!”
She slid down to his abdomen and glided her hands over his ribs to his chest and squeezed the firm pectoral muscles. Her touch felt great even in his altered state. She then raised his head by lifting him behind the neck and planted a kiss on his hooded forehead. She whispered something into his ear that he could not make out but somehow understood. He nodded slowly. In his mind he continued to feel lust but looked limply in her eyes. “Well, gotta go, Batboy,” and she let go of his neck. His head hit the marble hard. Catwoman got up, gathered her hardware, and made her escape. Batman would awake in an hour with a massive headache and no visible after effects.

The news of the following morning did nothing to soothe the hangover feeling plaguing Bruce Wayne. One of the local channels had exclusive full video coverage of his encounter with Catwoman. Her daring crime and victorious escape were played over and over again. Worse of all, from the camera angle it looked like his own video camera supplied the footage of his humiliation. “That bitch,” he hissed, she knew the camera was there all along. She played me.” He did not see the reporter, Selina Calle, but heard her as a voice-over describing the events while adding commentary about the police department’s, and now Batman’s, inability to reel her in. “Don’t worry, miss,” Bruce mumbled, “she and I will meet again.”
He checked his electronic calendar and thought about canceling his attendance at the Gotham Women’s Club. He could sense that the gnawing pain would not last but he could not tell if it would be subside by the afternoon. Fortunately or unfortunately – he wasn’t sure – the luncheon was not until the next day. He decided to return some calls, send some e-mails, and go back to bed. More crime fighting would have to wait a day.

Barbara Gordon awoke the day of the luncheon excited, emotionally and sexually. It had been some time since she had seen Batman and the thought of being next to him all afternoon gave her a thrill. Although taller than most women she felt diminutive and safe next to him. She knew she was quite adept at protecting herself but around him, as Barbara, she felt a secured awe. Maybe it was due to her knowledge that he could dominate her - willfully as Barbara and unwillingly as Batgirl. Either way, his physical presence charged her. She contemplated masturbating to relieve her morning dampness and horniness but decided not to, preferring the edge of anticipation.

The luncheon turnout was impressive. Sitting on the dais Barbara noted all the women who had missed recent events anxiously taking their seats. “I guess everyone craves a little danger,” she thought, “it’s just that some want to be near it, others want to be it.” Batman had left a message that he would be exactly on time for his acceptance speech and that the ceremony should start as planned even if he wasn’t there for the start. The women pushed food around their plate pretending to eat and when Barbara stood to begin her introduction, all forks were placed correctly on their plates indicating a finished meal.
Barbara began reviewing some of the accomplishments of the group over the past year. Then she segued to talking about the history of the award and past recipients. Finally, Batman arrived and walked up to the podium and stood next to her. Playing off of her own repressed sexual energy as well as the ladies in the audience she concluded her introduction, “So, without further ado, Batman, it is our pleasure and honor to present you with GWC’s award for being Gotham City’s most eligible bachelor. Further, as a bachelorette, I think I speak for all the women here when I say we would love to know what is beneath that Batbelt.”
With the final comment she meant to make an obvious but humorous gesture of reaching down to his crotch area. However, by a fluke of her motion with his movement toward her to speak, her hand fell under his belt and slid perfectly between the kevlar shorts and Lycra undergarment. She landed directly on his cock. She stopped in her tracks and surveyed the territory. He was huge! Even though it was relaxed it had to be eight to ten inches long. She did not want to remove her hand and when she realized that the podium blocked the other women’s view of what was transpiring, she decided to milk it. Batman looked her in the eye with a trace of concern but, nevertheless, began speaking calmly and coolly to the audience. Barbara knew she could not stay up at the podium with him as he spoke so she decided to squeeze it once more for remembrance and trace it until its tip. As she gently removed her hand from his shorts she thought she felt him twinge with response but when she looked at his shorts she saw it appeared the same. “Oh well, I may have imagined his enthusiasm but the goods are real,” she mused to herself as she say down.
After giving a perfunctory and surprisingly politically correct speech, Batman thanked the audience and turned to Barbara. “I guess we are even now,” he offered wryly.
“I’d like to think that now you owe me one,” she entreated into his ear as she rose to applaud.
“Er, yes, well, er, I should be going. It was a pleasure to see you again, I mean, well, thank you for the honor.”
He is so cute when flustered she thought. “You know where to find me if you need me, Batman.” He turned his head back to look at her as he left and waved to the audience before disappearing off stage.

After Batman left, Barbara knew to close the program. Too many women were still swooning from their proximity to him to care much about any other orders of business. So she made a few remarks and concluded the meeting. Waiting for her offstage was Selina Calle, the news reporter.
“Excuse me, Miss Gordon,” she said politely, “I am Selina Calle, Action News, may I have a few words with you?”
Barbara took her in. She was more attractive than on TV and taller, too. They were about the same height but she carried herself more statuesquely which gave her the appearance of looking down even when she looked you in the eye. Nevertheless, despite some reservations Barbara had since her reporting had been critical of Gotham’s crime fighters, she was drawn to her and felt like she should spend more time with her. “Yes, of course,” she replied matching her courteousness.
Selina noticed Barbara primping her hair and registering the status of her makeup with her compact. She had not planned on asking her any questions for the camera but decided that she better now as not to offend her. She prompted her cameraman, Ramon, to put the camera back on his shoulder and asked Barbara a few mindless questions about the event. She could have written the trite responses herself but appeared interested being conscious that celebrity sells. She thanked Barbara for her time and asked her indulgence for a few more questions on a different topic.
“It depends,” Barbara answered cautiously. Ever since she had become part of Gotham’s spotlight, she had to be careful not to get caught in situations that would pit her against her equally public father. Selina sent her cameraman back to the studio and promised the rest would be off the record. The reporter was very friendly and funny and, although asking serious questions, took the bite out of situation with reflections and her own opinions. Barbara decided she liked her in person and invited Selina to her gym for a workout.
Barbara felt comfortable telling her she did not appreciate the slant she put on some of her stories. Selina defended her actions by saying she was new in town and needed an angle to compete in the cutthroat business. They agreed to disagree on various topics. Selina admitted to Barbara that she saw her hand go down Batman’s costume. Barbara played coy but after an exchange of denials and vows never to repeat the story, Barbara told her how she managed to slip into Batman’s shorts. Selina pressed for more details but Barbara decided to conclude it by assuring her that Batman could define the term “package”.
After a workout of weights and karate they headed to the locker rooms, both glowing in perspiration.
The facilities were upscale but not sumptuous. Barbara had told Selina she preferred this setting since it had privacy but the people came were there for a workout not just a rubdown and cocktails. In the moment between removing her karate outfit and covering herself in a towel she her Selina call out.
“Damn girl, you got one rock hard body for a millionaire, Barbara.”
The way Selina said it, Barbara became conscious for the first time that Selina had a Latin background. Her normal diction was news-anchor, middle American. Her comment made Barbara momentarily blush but then she stood naked in front of Selina for an extended period and asked, “do you think so?”
“You know you got it going on, girlfriend,” and with that Selina opened her tunic and pulled down her pants. She was still wearing her panties. She stood upright facing Barbara and, though they had a comfortable distance between their faces, the size and pertness of each of their bosoms allowed for only a hair to separate their nipples. An electrical current was formed.
“I should be the one admiring,” Barbara commented as she broke contact with Selina’s eyes and moved down her body. You have the best body I have ever seen and, by the way, you can pump some serious iron, too.”
“Well, I do not have a choice,” Selina replied. “You know how unflattering the camera is. I need to keep in shape just to look dumpy. Great shape keeps me slightly above average.” She took the opportunity to look at Barbara a bit more closely. Her breasts were flawless. Stomach cut. And, she kept her pubic hair neat but not bikini cut or her preference in others, bare. She was put together well and it was tempting. Realizing that nothing would ever happen there (Barbara would be too image conscious), she reached for a towel and handed Barbara one as well. Barbara caught it but stood distracted for a second then thanked her as she wrapped it around.
“So Barbara, I couldn’t help but notice that you are quite capable in the karate ring. Are all millionaires able to attack and defend themselves that well?”
“I just know about myself. I was lucky, after I won the lottery last year I took a year off and studied martial arts with many of the masters in the East. It was a wonderful experience and has made me, as you say, capable.”
“I’ll say but you couldn’t have learned all that stuff in one year. This isn’t the movies.”
“No you’re right, Selina, I have been practicing for years. I started in college because and old boyfriend did tae kwon do and I wanted to spend more time with him but things didn’t work out.” Barbara drifted toward the end of that last part.
“It sounds like there is more of a story there. Come on Barbara, ’fess up.”
“Well, I’d rather not, it’s a bit complicated,” Barbara began but she continued to be drawn in by Selina, “okay, I’ll tell you. But this is without question off the record and if I ever hear it again you will find out how good I am in the martial arts.”
“Okay, okay let’s go into the sauna and you can tell me in the privacy there.” Selina was dying to know but kept aware of the tools for making people feel secure and comfortable. That way she always got the information she wanted.
In the sauna they removed their towels and sat adjacent to each other. Neither could get a full view of the other’s body but their nakedness spelled nothing to hide.

“Going away to college was a big liberation for me. After all those years of virtual protective custody I was finally free to do what I wanted when I wanted. Unfortunately, after a sequestered high school my social skills to do those things was a bit challenged.
Anyway, in typical freshman fashion I immediately developed a crush on one of the most popular boys in my year. He was not privileged but he was handsome and smart. He barely knew I existed since we only had one class together and that was a lecture hall. So after stalking him for a semester I learned what his interests were. Turns out he was the top amateur tae kwon do champion in the state. Also, it turns out that this includes his own set of groupies.
Well, he organized a martial arts club in the school since it didn’t offer one before and he served as the instructor. Of course, I signed up and read everything about it so that I could improve and make my mark on him. By sophomore year I was beginning to feel comfortable with the motions and release of the sport. At least I was good enough for him to use me to demonstrate certain moves.
One session, while he was sparring with me in front of the class—probably to show off his superiority—I caught him off guard and nailed him good. When he tried to counter with an easy move I made good contact and knocked him off his feet. He got up quickly but I could tell he was pissed.
The rest of the lesson went uneventfully and at the end of the session he asked me to stay behind. I thought he was going to kick me out of the class but instead he asked for me to go through the moves again so he could learn from his mistakes.
As we went back to sparring, just the two of us, I quickly realized he had another agenda: to teach me a lesson. He attacked aggressively but I fended him off pretty well. Then he moved to strike me in the chest area but his shot missed and he grabbed my kimono. Well for whatever reason I wasn’t wearing a bra that day and my breast spilled out, embarrassing me to the nth degree. He seized on my discomfit and threw me to the ground and sat on my torso just below my chest.
He then ripped the whole robe open simultaneously exposing me and restricting my arms with the material. To this day I’m not sure how he did that. Anyway, he starts going on in like a lecture format about how I can never lose concentration even if my clothing isn’t right because the end result is that I was defeated and exposed anyway. I lay there seeing my tits out there and him straddling me thinking how can this get any worse? He answered with his question ‘So what do think I deserve for conquering you?’ Before my mind could even think of what he could be implying, he whips out his little dick and starts stroking it. Then he lifts my head and brings it to him. Well I’m as good as country because I have no idea what to do and he says “C’mon kiss it and put it in your mouth.’ I gave it a little peck but didn’t know if he meant putting the whole thing, balls and all, in my mouth or just the penis. Impatient, he moved my head closer so I had no choice but to accept it and once in my mouth it began to grow and I instinctively started sucking on it like a freeze pop. I’m not sure what he was expecting but soon he pushed my back down, hard, and flipped me over into an all fours position and pulled down my pants. I told him ‘no, please don’t’ but he was already there and stuck his little prick in my vagina from behind. It was humiliating to lose my virginity that way. Then he starts spreading stories about me and how easy I was.
The worst thing was there was nothing I could do.”
“God, Barbara, that’s awful. He raped you. Why didn’t you call the police?”
“You don’t understand, Selina. The circumstances were vague. It was my word against his. I knew what he did was reprehensible and would have advised anyone else to go to the police. But with my circumstances I knew the consequences would be different. I am the Commissioner’s daughter. I grew up with cops looking out for me. I knew that if I reported him it never would have made it to trial. Justice would have happened the Blue way. Despite how awful his act was, I could not condemn him to death.”
“So what did you do, Barb?”
“I improved. I left his class and practiced elsewhere and researched intensely. By my Senior year I knew I was pretty good. Maybe I was not good enough to beat him but at least good enough to hurt him. I challenged the state rules that prohibited mixed fighting and won. I then entered the Championships with the sole intention of meeting him somewhere in the tournament. As luck of the draw would have it our brackets would not meet until the finals. Undaunted, I worked my way through the brackets, as I knew he would. In the finals he tried to talk me into withdrawing saying he did not want to hurt me because he liked me. Hah!”
“So, what happened? Did you beat him?” Selina’s curiosity was piqued.
“The records show that he was the winner by disqualification but, yeah, I won. I overwhelmed him and hurt him enough to make him suffer but not enough to give up. That is until I reached down and yanked his balls from him.”
“Are you serious, girlfriend?”
“All I know is that he was hospitalized for awhile and when he was released he did not come back to school but transferred somewhere else. One of my science lab partners who was pre-med told me there was so much damage that they had to remove them. I got my fair justice.”

Barbara went home after the gym feeling slightly high. She had taken some old baggage out of her closet and felt a closeness with someone she believed was just like her. Maybe someday she and I will be close enough to share my Batgirl secret she thought into the future. But now, getting into bed, Barbara felt horny again. It had been a full day even without crime fighting. The surprise at lunch. An invigorating workout. She retrieved her vibrator and turned it on. She moved it over her nipples and slowly brought it down over her stomach to the aroused area of her vagina. She let it rest on her clitoris and, as it buzzed, her frenzy exploded into a gushing orgasm. In her moans and cries she called out Batman’s name. And Selina’s.

The following day Barbara told herself she had to find a way to see Batman again. Even if it was as Batgirl. In fact, that would be all the better since one, they had not been out together since the incident (as she had taken to calling it) and two, she thought differently of him when Batgirl and that other perspective would aid her in planning her next steps. The only problem was figuring out a way to get in touch with him. She did not want her father or O’Hara to think she had failed as Batman’s tutor so she was hesitant to go to the Commissioner’s office and ask him to relay a message to Batman. They would find that odd. No, she needed something that would get Batman’s attention, even if it were a bit risky.
Later in the afternoon Barbara stopped by her father’s office. She knew that he would be away but acted forgetful and asked his secretary if it would be okay to leave a note for him on his desk. She was there so often, she knew it would not be a problem. Once in, she closed the door and went to the Batphone. She picked up the receiver and pressed the button just as she had seen her father do time and again. It barely rang once.
“Yes Commissioner,” Batman responded. She could tell he was driving.
“Batman, this is Batgirl.” Barbara wasn’t sure whether to change her voice or not but reckoned the immediate introduction and the firm tone would prompt his recognition appropriately.
“Batgirl, how did you get on this line?” he demanded.
“You are not the only one with technical savvy, Batman,” she teased, “I am pretty resourceful when I need to be.”
“Yes, well, what do you want?”
“Trust me, this is not social, Batman. It has been several weeks since we worked together and I think we should hook up again for the welfare of Gotham City.” She knew that was corny but he could not refuse cliché lines.
“I have been quite busy on the Catwoman’s tail but you are probably right. Let’s meet tonight at midnight at the Gotham Piers and I will fill you in.”

They both pulled up to the pier exactly at midnight although from different directions. They dismounted and climbed out of their respective vehicles and stood between the facing headlights.
“Batman.”
“Batgirl.”
A pause.
“Good to see you.”
“And you.”
Before it fell deeper into useless pleasantries, Batgirl decided to move the discussion to business. “You said you had some information about Catwoman, what can you tell me?”
Batman laid out all his research and where it had led him. He described how he had been tracking her pattern and how he was poised to apprehend her. Batgirl tried to make a humorous remark about their previous encounter but he neither responded nor acknowledged it. He concluded his review by stating that he expected to know the location of her hideout by the following day. He then asked her for a review of her activities.
Batgirl obliged. He offered praise for the work she had done which mildly surprised her. She then decided to leverage the compliments and asked to join him the following evening on the stakeout of the Catwoman. Further to her amazement he agreed.
“Then it is set. Tomorrow evening we shall meet again.” Although their conversation was stilted he tried to sound supportive. “However, there is one problem, Batgirl. You seem to have figured out a way to get in touch with me but how am I supposed to contact you? Do you have a number I can call?”
“Nice try Batman. Here,” as she retrieved a small device from her Batbelt. This is a wide range communications device that you can reach me on. It utilizes a frequency reserved but not used by the FCC, so it is fairly secure.”
“Impressive and probably illegal but alright if you insist. By the way, you haven’t implanted some sort of tracking device in this that I have to worry about, did you?”
“No Batman, that is your game, not mine. This is strictly to give us equal access to contacting each other.”
“If you say so, Batgirl. I’m off.” Then he added dismissively, “Try not to get into trouble tonight and ruin your arch villain debut.” He jumped into the Batmobile and sped off.
“Just when I thought he might be turning the corner he rears his ugly prick side.” As she straddled her bike an alarm went off. It was the detection device she had installed on her bike to alert her to Batman’s tricks. She reached around and felt a transmitter clinging to her cape. Batman had bugged her again. She pulled it off, threw it on the ground, and ran over it as she raced away.

Batman kept his word. In the late afternoon a small object that anyone else would consider a beeper vibrated in her pocket. She excused herself from the meeting with her broker and spoke into the walkie-talkie. Batman’s message was terse but detailed. He named the site (an old broadcast studio, not the usual cat related theme) and exactly where and when to meet. He was also very precise with his final instruction:
“Under no circumstances are you to enter her hideout without me.” Barbara felt that was a bit heavy handed but she assured him she would not.

Batgirl arrived a bit earlier than the prescribed time. The butterflies were all ablaze like her first night and she could not wait for the action begin. She checked her watch and made a mental note that Batman should arrive momentarily. She thought about the past several weeks and how rocky her and Batman’s relationship was. It made her question why he chose to include her in tonight’s roundup. Was this her final test? Would tonight determine whether he would finally and completely accept her? He was so difficult to figure out.
By her watch, he was now officially late. She looked around and saw no sign of him. Batgirl decided to have a peek and see what was going on inside. To her horror she saw a young girl tied to a chair and stripped down to her underwear. She was crying and Catwoman and her henchman were standing around ominously. “This is not good,” she thought, “and it looks like it is about to get much worse for that poor little girl.” She looked around again but still no Batman. She remembered her transmitter and reached for it. In her haste, it slipped out of her hand as she pulled it from its pocket. She watched it fall helplessly one floor down to the lower roof.
Even though it was a small device, the noise was not lost on the nefarious crowd inside. Without looking up, Catwoman said, “It sounds like our guest has arrived, children. Kitty, you did an excellent job as a helpless damsel. Everybody, prepare for your places on my signal.” Catwoman circled the girl in the chair again and innocuously pressed a button on a key chain. The floor and window that Batgirl had been perched in immediately gave way and she came tumbling down. The fall was choreographed so that she hit some crates and props on the way down but it was still dramatic enough to knock the wind out of her an leave her momentarily groggy.
Two henchmen immediately ran two her and picked her up holding an arm each. Other henchmen, six by Batgirl’s dazed count, surrounded her as well. As she struggled to regain her focus she saw Catwoman standing 15 feet directly in front of her. Her vision cleared and she saw first hand the magnificent sight that Catwoman made. She was clad in shiny black leather, head to boot, but Batgirl had never seen leather that clung so favorably to anyone. It was a second skin that made her dark complexion radiant. Her body seemed impossibly perfect. Rippled abs, sinewy arms but unmistakable femininity. The mask added a mystery to facial features that screamed of unrivaled beauty. The whole package was intimidating to her both as a foe and a woman.
“So, Batman decided to send his little Girl Scout to spy on us,” Catwoman began as she prowled closer. Each step was placed directly in front of the other and her hips followed flowingly. “Doesn’t he respect me enough to show up personally? Or has he given up on me since I got the best of him?”
“Batman is on to you, Catwoman and his way. In fact, he’s probably in here already. You better give up while you still can.” Somehow Batgirl’s authoritative tone seemed less effective on Catwoman.
“My God, is there a Bat school that teaches you two to say those ridiculous things? I’ve been expecting Batman. I know he is not here yet. You have a cute figure and I adore this is lovely red hair,” and she ran her hand through Caped Crusader’s wigged tresses. Batgirl only used real hair in her wigs so they always had an authentic look and feel. “I once considered dying my hair but I decided a black cat creates more havoc.”
“Listen you sick woman, let me go or else,” Batgirl tried to be demanding.
“Oh Batgirl, you are beginning to bore me with your babble. I need some excitement. Let’s do something fun and find out who you are.” Catwoman reached for the top of her cowl.
Batgirl counted the numbers. She had never fought this many at one time before, even in training. “I can’t let her beat me and reveal my identity,” she thought, “where is Batman, why was he late?” Catwoman began to pull up on her dark purple hood. Batgirl’s last panicked thought was “One at a time.”
Using the two men holding her arms for support, Batgirl lifted her legs and planted her feet squarely into Catwoman’s chest. Catwoman let go and was sent flying backwards. When her feet hit the ground she delivered two kicks with each leg to send her apprehenders reeling back. She then looked for her next victim and quickly took him out with a clean shot to the jaw. The rest moved in to engulf her and she switched to pure instinct honed with the finest training to send each of the henchmen to the ground and writhing in pain. A few got up to attack again only to be greeted by more punishment. Finally, Batgirl looked around and all the men were on the ground. She had won or so she thought. Still standing and removed from the fray was Catwoman
Despite losing her numerical advantage and seeing the capabilities of the Caped Crusader, Catwoman looked calm, if not a bit bored. In fact she was casually putting on a new set of gloves. “Bravo, Batbabe, you did quite a job. I’m impressed. One woman against what--eight, nine worthless men. However, you made a terrible mistake by not finishing me off first. And I deserved it for being caught off guard like that. Oh well. You now have given me something to be excited about. You will definitely make one tasty treat when this is over.”
“The only think you’ll be licking is your wounds, Catwoman.” Now with confidence Batgirl struck her pose.
“Again with those corny crime fighting lines. Please. Batgirl, like I said, you impressed me with those men but you are out of your league. I’ll give you one chance to turn away and leave. Otherwise, well…”
“I like my chances as they are now, Catwoman. Maybe it is I who should offer you one last chance to give up without getting hurt.” Batgirl began to have visions of headlines proclaiming her victory of Catwoman.
“Dream on, Bat-thing, as if.” The feline moved into position. “Okay, but I warned you.” Suddenly, with lightning quickness Catwoman sprang upon Batgirl and with two motions that looked like she crossed her arms and brought them back to shoulder width she struck. Batgirl could not even register to jump back until the move was completed. What caught her attention at the completion of Catwoman’s move was the set of claws retracting back into the Cat’s gloves.
“What the…” Batgirl stammered and she looked down at her costume. Crossing her chest just above her bosoms were two surgical incisions that shred the kevlar material like cray paper. Even more amazing was the fact that Catwoman controlled the moves to slice the material without cutting into her skin. This woman was lethal. Alarmed at the danger, Batgirl became the aggressor and unleashed a series of strikes and moves that Catwoman blocked at every point of attack. After the flurry, Catwoman struck again horizontally at her collarbones connecting the incisions in the material and causing a triangle shaped cut out of the costume to fall to the floor.
“I always was a sucker for cleavage,” Catwoman laughed. Batgirl looked down again and saw her ample chest pushing out.
“Damn,” Batgirl considered, “Catwoman is quick. She reacts as if she is anticipating each move. Can’t give in…” Again, Batgirl attacked and again Catwoman defended herself magnificently. Not only did she defend but she countered expertly. When Batgirl stepped back she saw that her costume was further shredded and now her right breast was completely exposed. She was embarrassed but chose not to cover herself for fear of appearing intimidated.
“Nice tit, Batgirl,” Catwoman purred, “I cannot wait to see the other.”
“Enjoy the show why you can because it will be your last one.” Batgirl was exhausted. The fight with the henchmen and her furious but fruitless offensive at Catwoman had taken its toll. “She’s too quick,” she strategized to herself, “I’m going to have to overtake her with might.” She then unleashed a windmill like kick to move Catwoman back and then charged directly at her. With her hands she grabbed Catwoman’s forearms to keep the claws away from her. Using the strength of her legs and buttocks she drove the feline back hoping to pin her against the wall. Catwoman only put up a token resistance and allowed herself to be forced to the partition. Batgirl’s body pressed against hers.
Holding Catwoman’s arms in a crucifix position, Batgirl felt she had Catwoman securely. Catwoman demurred, “Oh Batgirl, you are so mighty.” She then slid slowly down against the wall so that her arms were held up in the air by Batgirl. She went down just enough so that her face was level with Batgirl’s chest. “Oh Batgirl, what am I to do?” she offered coyly and innocently. She then moved her mouth to Batgirl’s nipple and began gently licking the pink flesh surrounding it. “I guess I will have to be a slave to your every whim.” She then began to softly suck on Batgirl’s nipple that continued to harden with the delicate tongue caress.
Batgirl couldn’t believe what she was feeling. A minute ago she was fighting for her life with this woman, now she was being turned on like never before. What was she allowing to happen? “Wait…wait Catwoman, you can’t do that,” she was failing at sounding convincing.
Still sucking the firm petrusion Catwoman responded, “No? Can’t I?” And, in a flash, she spun out of Batgirl’s hold and now held the crime fighter from behind with Batgirl’s arm twisted behind her back.
“Catwoman, you fiend.”
“Don’t worry, Batgirl, I am not as terrible as you think. As a matter of fact I intend to relieve you of your repressed passion before disposing of you.” She pushed Batgirl’s arm up higher and Batgirl grunted in the pain. Catwoman than turned her around and directed her over to a table. Just at that time some of Catwoman’s goons were beginning to stumble out of their battle beaten stupor.
“I need four of you to hold my friend down on the table,” Catwoman demanded. Several immediately responded to the order. They grabbed Batgirl by the arms and legs and lifted her onto the table. They held her down on her back. Batgirl struggled in their grasp but with all of them, it was no use. “Stand back boys, momma has some surgery to perform,” and in a flash the torso of Batgirl’s costume was cut away revealing both breasts in entirety, and naked midriff, and a brief pair of thong panties.
“Aren’t these cute?” Catwoman asked to no one in particular as she held the thin waistband of the panties. “Not!” and with claws from each hand she severed the waistband. She then grabbed the panties by the front and pulled them up ensuring the material would pass through the slit of Batgirl’s vagina. Batgirl felt the sensation both abrupt and pleasurable.
“Well, well, well what in heavens do we have we here?” Catwoman asked as she looked down at Batgirl’s crotch and then her hair, “I’d call this a mismatch. What do you think boys?”
“I think we should fuck her.”
“Let me ram my cock down her throat, Catwoman.”
Catwoman’s face showed utter disgust and contempt for them. “Is that the best response any of you could muster? I keep forgetting I did not hire any of you for your brains. What about you, Batgirl?” as she took off one glove and ran her finger through the soft curls surrounding her vulva, “What explanation would you like to offer for this pubic inconsistency?”
Batgirl was flabbergasted. She continued to struggle but with four men restraining her it was no use. In her wildest dreams she never considered this type of humiliation before she donned the costume. As she looked down she could see the tattered front of her costume with her breasts heaving out and exposed. Between the two she could just make out the dark patch of her dark brown mons pubis and beyond that Catwoman peering into her gaping vagina. She did not know what to say.
“What’s the matter, Batgirl? Cat got your tongue? Ha, ha, ha, ha. You know, before I just wanted to know who you were. But now, after seeing you in action and discovering your ‘dark’ secret it makes me want to enjoy getting a taste of Batgirl before I spoil your party.
“But first, I am going to do you a favor and give you advice, woman to woman. Anytime you change your hair color you have to be thorough. This half way job is too cheap for a woman of your caliber, Batgirl. Either dye everything or remove the evidence. Since I do not have any red hair color at my disposal, I shall do you this one last favor and help you with the latter.”
Batgirl was confused and not sure what Catwoman was planning. She did not like her prospects. She tried to keep her view on Catwoman knowing she was the most dangerous adversary in the room. To her horror, she saw a claw on Catwoman’s gloved index finger pop out. The feline moved closer and leaned over Batgirl’s prostrate body. As she traced the razor sharp blade around the borders of her nipple she said,
“Now I don’t think I have to tell you how brilliantly sharp my claws are. If you continue to struggle I cannot be accountable for the damage these could do to your precious little body. I want you to lie still. Understand?”
Batgirl nodded weakly. Catwoman then moved down her body to her crotch and ran her ungloved hand through Batgirl’s pubic hair again. With the exposed claw she began to shave the brown locks from Batgirl’s pubis. Amazingly, it did not hurt as the laser-honed edges effortlessly sheared the hair from the area. Catwoman gave the effort her unwavering intensity as she started from the top and worked her way in from the sides. When the trim resulted in a thin line in the center, Catwoman moved to Batgirl’s lower vagina. She delicately took hold of each lip and carefully removed all trace of hair. The touch to Batgirl’s already sensitive area made her moisten with excitement. Spontaneously, she let out a slight moan.
“Don’t worry, Batgirl.” Catwoman purred, “I’ll take care of that problem for you also.” Moving up the labia toward the clitoris, Catwoman placed her middle finger on it as she expertly shaved around it. Soon Batgirl was left with a thin strip of hair leading from her lower abdomen to her vagina. Catwoman moved her claw into position to remove the final hair ribbon but as she moved the razor down, she stopped just above the clitoris.
“I’ll leave the last little bit for you, Bat-honey. It will give you something to do when your crime fighting days are over.”
“Please, Catwoman, what do you want?” Batgirl pleaded.
“Well darrrling, first I want to give you what you have been wanting for some time now.” Catwoman then removed her other glove and pulled Batgirl’s by the legs until her buttocks were at the edge of the table. Batgirl watched as she saw Catwoman lower herself and disappear. She then began to feel the warmth of being kissed elegantly between her thighs and the sensation moving up to her vagina. At her labia she could feel Catwoman switching to her tongue and licking from the outer to inner part of her womanhood. The now bare area was alive with sensitivity. It tingled as Catwoman’s tongue adroitly explored and probed her inner vagina in and around, in and around. As the sensation built she couldn’t help but close her eyes and become lost in the ecstasy that Catwoman was delivering. Occasionally, Batgirl would see Catwoman’s eyes peep up and admire her bared body. She knew that when Catwoman looked into her eyes she did not see the look of a foe but the longing for the passion being received. She had only had two men ever go down on her and now, she realized, they were not very good. Batgirl began to lose her sense of time and surroundings when Catwoman’s mouth made it to her clitoris and gave it a vigorous lashing. She alternated between licking and sucking it with each way offering unmatched pleasure. Batgirl felt herself losing control of her body and the men could hardly hold her down as her pelvis thrashed in excitement as her orgasms gushed one after the other. Batgirl shuddered when Catwoman touched her breast to hold her down. She could take no more. She heard Catwoman say something but she was lost in oblivion and did not make out the words. She felt herself falling into an uncontrollable sleep.
“Gentlemen, I’d say you can loosen your grip. This is one Bat that isn’t going anywhere for awhile. No, strap her down all the same, for good measure. Go get the video equipment return here in 45 minutes, no sooner. I will fetch my favorite toy and give her a fuck neither of us will ever forget. Then we shall film her unmasking for all of Gotham to see on the six o’clock news. Remember, mouses, the best way to enjoy the news is to make it. Ha,ha,ha,ha.”

In seconds they were all gone leaving an exposed Batgirl hanging off the table. It was one of the first things Batman noticed as he swooped down to the scene. Before approaching her he surveyed the room to see if any lookouts were around. Confident that they were alone he rushed to the table. He immediately began to undo one of the clasps on her wrist and thought to rouse her. However, as he stood there he had to stop and delight in the view of seeing Batgirl’s athletically hardened but limp body. “Why didn’t she wait for me like I told her?” he thought. “This is one lesson that will cost her.” He then rationalized that if he could not outsmart her, her foolishness gave him the right to look under her mask and see who she was. Just as he lifted her head and touched the mask of her cowl he saw a flash of bright light and began to collapse to the floor. He didn’t even begin to feel the pain in the back of his neck until he trickled out of consciousness.
The crack of the chair against Batman’s back was loud enough to wake Batgirl. She chose to remain motionless and pretend she was still sleeping until she could figure out what to do. She had been defeated in battle and in bed already. She was secured to the table and the exhaustion rang throughout her every pore left no energy to break away. Think, Barbara, think.
Catwoman called for one of her henchmen. “Look here, Cubby, it will be a Bat-party after all. Help me lay him on this other table and tie him up.” They then proceeded to bind Batman at the ankles, knees, and wrists using leather straps attached to some rope. Batgirl looked one with her eyes half open as Catwoman hit a switch and the ropes pulled down leaving Batman on his back in a spread eagle position.
“Cubby, has Batman ever done you wrong?”
“I’ll say, Catwoman, he’s the one who sent me up the river for that last stretch.”
“How would you like to make it up to him?”
“Would I? Where can I begin?”
“How about a nice punch right in the balls. I’d say you have a pretty good shot.”
It was too tempting. Batman’s spread stance left him wide open. Cubby wound up.
“Wait, Cubby! Wouldn’t it be better if Batman was awake for this painful reintroduction?”
“Yeah, I want to see his eyes glaze over in pain.”
“Okay, let’s see what we have here.” Catwoman then undid the buckle of the Batbelt and started searching the compartments one by one. “This Boy Scout thinks of everything. Ah, here we go, smelling salts.” She dropped the belt casually on the floor. She broke the salts and waved them under Batman’s nose. Here shook his head and immediately pulled against the bonds in an effort to break free.
“Hello, Batman, so glad you could drop by. I’d like to reacquaint you with an old adversary. Batman, Cubby. Cubby, nail Batman.”
Without waiting Cubby let go with a direct hit to Batman’s crotch. However, the person cringing in pain was not the Caped Crusader, but Cubby. He held his mangled hand by the wrist and screamed with agony.
“I’m sorry, Cubby, but I needed you to prove a theory I was working on about why I couldn’t feel Batman when he was pressed against me. He was hiding his feelings, how sweet.
“You better have the guys ice that down. You can’t punch bulletproof material and not expect to break your hand.
“I don’t want to be disturbed for an hour now. Let the boys know.”
Cubby didn’t respond but left gasping for words through the pain. “Poor boy, he should know you better than that, Batman.”
“Catwoman, you are evil. When I get out of this I am going to make your life a living hell.” Batman was mad. He hated being controlled and he was even madder at himself for losing his concentration when he saw Batgirl helpless on the table. “What is it, Catwoman? What do you want?”
“Oh, I want a lot of things Batman but now, what I want, is you.” Finishing her sentence she grabbed his outer briefs with both hands and pulled them down to his knees. Batman could not believe this was happening. Batgirl, looking on from the side, was in shock and awe. His penis lay just to the right but through the lycra material she could she the complete outline of its nine inches. It even looked better than when she accidentally felt it at the luncheon.
Catwoman was enticed as well and her fascination caused her to ignore Batgirl on the table even though she had stopped pretending to be asleep. “Batman, I have to say I am impressed. I had heard it was worthwhile but seeing is believing.”
Batman felt stupid. Although the bonds did not appear secure his arms where not in a position to work with any leverage. He felt vulnerable like never before.
“Don’t be alarmed, Batman. I won’t hurt you. I’m here to make you feel good.” Catwoman walked up to the table where his head rest and started licking him, beginning at the chin, and to his cheeks, and his eyes through the holes of his mask. It felt intoxicating. This was a woman who understood how to please a man in but a few brief moments. She then kissed him on the mouth and asked, “Do you like the taste of Batgirl? Would you prefer the taste of me instead?”
Before he could control his thoughts Batman heard himself whisper, “yes.”
Catwoman licked his face some more and this time worked her tongue under his mask to lick his cheeks and nearly the bridge of his nose. She withdrew her tongue and licked his closed eyes again but this time probing his eyebrows as well. Batman was aware how dangerously close he was to being revealed but he did not care. The desire burning in him was too strong. He was forsaking control.
The seduction continued as Catwoman slithered down his body and stopped when her head reached his crotch. She playfully mouthed his penis that was stiffening under the lycra, as it slowly moved counter clockwise toward twelve.
“Catwoman, take me in your mouth.”
“What’s that, Batman?”
“Catwoman, please take me in your mouth and suck me dry.”
“You bad boy, Batman. Is that what you want? You want me to blow you?” Catwoman then grabbed the lycra material and, pulling with her bare hands, tore it apart revealing his throbbing member. It had already grown to almost eleven inches. “Mmm. Yummy.” Catwoman took hold of his cock with one hand and put her mouth briefly on the tip in a quick open-mouthed kiss. She then went to the bottom of his shaft and licked all the way up. The rush was incredible. She continued this exercise working around the circumference. After it was good and wet she stroked it a few times then placed it in her mouth and positioned herself to take the whole thing in. Batman was ecstatic. Many women had had trouble taking him deep but she did it with ease and skill avoiding any contact with her teeth. She plunged down all the way to the base and tickled his balls with her fingers. In all his many sexual encounters he had never experienced any sensation like her. He wanted to come but almost on cue she moved up his shaft to the tip again. “Not yet, Batman, we have a lot more to do.”
Catwoman eased down to his balls and alternated putting each in her mouth, lightly sucking each one. It was a stimulation that almost made him howl. It was a pleasure heightened by the threat of unspeakable pain. It immediately curbed his urge to come without sacrificing his erection. Having him in her mouth spoke to Batman: this woman knows what she is doing. This woman is in control.

Batgirl lay on the table watching with fascination and lust. Even though she had only recently been satisfied herself, the sight of Catwoman controlling her idol and nemesis so completely turned her on at a level she never knew existed. The restraints only made it more exciting.

Catwoman was holding Batman’s rock hard cock straight up. “Now it’s my turn for some fun.” She stepped away and unzipped her costume. Its unique design had a hidden zipper that started at her neck and plunged down somewhere below her vagina. As she unzipped her costume her breasts immediately pushed the opening further. She pulled the zipper all the way down to her crotch so that her thick, black hairs of her love triangle poked out. This woman continued to amaze Batman. Just when he thought he was turned on as much as was possible, she raised the bar. Her body was flawless. He watched her walk to the head of the table and lost sight as she went behind him. It was only momentary as she came into his vision again upside down with her breast completely out of the costume. She had each of the bosoms by the underside in each hand as she leaned over and offered then to Batman to suck. He wasted no time in raising his head off the table and reaching for the dark and luscious nipples. He moved back and forth from one to the other trying to match the pleasure he felt with her touch. She just purred softly.
After a few minutes of Batman’s lip coddling her breasts, she came around and climbed up on the table barely straddling his upper chest while on her knees. Her vagina was completely exposed to him. He liked her full and bushy cunt. It was a change from all the models he dated and their narrow fashion trims. This was the pubic growth of a woman. Laying there, with her vagina just out of reach, he strived for whiffs of her mustiness. The odor was magical. “Well, Batman, are you ready to satisfy me?”
“Yes, Catwoman, whatever you want.” He hated the way his voice sounded but her sexuality drove him to say things, beg for things, even if it was shameful.
“Lick my pussy, Caped Crusader. Let’s see what type of lover you really are.” She pulled his head up to her as she slid up closer to his mouth. Batman started slowly, but confidently, kissing her thighs and labia before probing with his tongue. Catwoman leaned back and moaned. It was the first sign that she was beginning to receive pleasure she had been infecting everyone with. “Oh Batman, you do know what to do. Rrrrrrrrrrrrowl.” Batman continued to work his tongue all over her vagina before homing in on her clitoris which was the largest Batman ever saw. As he licked it and bit it softly it became harder and petruded out, almost like an erection. Her pleasure kept him stiff.
After several minutes Catwoman became ferociously aroused and began gyrating her hips to Batman’s licking. As he persisted she leaned forward again and grabbed the back of his head. She furiously drove her pussy into his face as if fucking it as she moaned intensely. Batman kept at it thinking her orgasm would calm her but the violence of her pelvis in his face was making him groggy. He thought he might pass out. Finally, and without warning, she dropped his head stood up and walked backwards on the table until she was at his waist. She slowly lowered herself on top of him and Batman’s erection disappeared into her love box. She started rocking wildly again on top of him.
Batman felt as if Catwoman had enveloped him completely. Her thrashing thrilled him and boosted his ego that he could satisfy her so. Each time she moved he tried to drive himself deeper into her. The unusual restraints gave him the freedom to move his body sexually without the freedom to get up and leave. “I got to hand it to Catwoman,” he thought.
Her movements and screams complimented with his response and grunts drove each of them to their sexual climax. His cock burst spraying semen deep in her as she continued to flail. He wanted to remain hard and continue pumping but she had fucked him so completely his dick quickly succumbed to post coital retreat. They both gasped for oxygen.

The sight of the two foes loving each other so hard made Batgirl tingle. She knew her pussy was gaping with excitement. If they would not include her in their romp then she wanted to be able to masturbate to the scene. As she fretted at her luck for being tied up she noticed that the restraint that Batman had loosened gave her enough movement to wiggle her hand free. Once liberated she considered touching herself but ultimately rationalized she had to stop this or join in.

“Catwoman, I don’t know what to say,” Batman panted, “that was the most incredible orgasm I have ever achieved.”
“You were not too bad yourself, Bat-stud. For someone so priggish you have a wild side.”
“I guess we both learned something about each other tonight, Cat. Now let me go and we will meet up another day.”
“Oh Batman.” Catwoman began, “this is only the first course. We have many more episodes to experience tonight. Why, when I first left the other Bat-person there I was on my way to play with my toy. I was going to inaugurate it on her but you will be much more interesting.”
“What are you talking about, Catwoman. Let me go.”
“I’m afraid that will not be possible just yet, darrrling.” Catwoman strapped a belt that was attached to the table around Batman’s waist. She followed that by pressing a few buttons on the control and the ropes holding down Batman’s legs moved. To his stupefaction he found himself still on his back but with his legs lifted and curled toward his chest. His ass hung in the air.
“Catwoman what is the meaning of this?” he demanded and as he looked around his legs the horror became apparent. Catwoman was strapping on a large golden dildo. “Catwoman!” he exclaimed, you cannot do this.”
“You men are all alike. Yes even you, Batman. You think that because you have cocks they afford you some kind of special orgasm. Who knows? Maybe you are right. Tonight, I will answer that question for myself. Do you see what I am wearing, Batman? It is a virtual reality dildo. With it I will be able to simulate a man’s orgasm in a sexual act. Isn’t this exciting? You’ll be part of history.”
“Catwoman, you have taken this charade far enough. Let me go now and I will let you leave Gotham City without chase.” He was struggling for something to offer her. She looked intent and he was terrified of being entered anally, even if it was a woman. “Catwoman. Catwoman! What do you want? I’ll give it to you.” He was desperate.
“What can you give me that I can’t already get myself. Tonight I will lay claim to taking the cherry you probably never thought would pop. I think it sound like a grand evening. Don’t you?” Catwoman laughed. What was an expression of pleasure before was evil now.
“No, Catwoman, no!” but it was too late. Catwoman plunged her dildo into Batman’s rectum forcing him to jolt with the incomprehensible intrusion. Catwoman resumed her laughter as she pumped away.
“Batman, this feels gooooood. You are soooo tight.”
He couldn’t believe he was hearing the words he had whispered into starlets’ ears hundreds of times. After a few minutes the shock of the sensation was began to wear. He realized that of he moved with her the experience was better, not gratifying, but tolerable. He looked into Catwoman’s face and wondered who she could be. What type of woman was capable of such treachery? He decided that this was the worst thing that could ever happen to him. Being unmasked would actually be better.
Almost reading his mind Catwoman began to speak as she thrust back and forth. “You know what would really make this enjoyable for you, Batman? To just totally let go.” She was breathing harder. “You know release all your anxiety and secrets.” The pace increased. “Just accept your fate and reveal your deepest secret.” She was now thrashing. “Let the world see who you really are.” As she finished the sentence she reached for the top of Batman’s cowl.

Batgirl had been working furtively but successfully in freeing herself since she saw Catwoman arm herself with the dildo. She worked on her bonds as she kept looking back to the perverse scene unfolding next to her. This was beyond anything she could ever imagine. She recognized the quickening pace as Catwoman approached her virtual orgasm. She had to move fast to save Batman from further humiliation. At last she rid herself of the restraints and saw Catwoman reach for Batman’s mask. He was helpless to stop the criminal. She ran across and delivered a clench-fisted chop to the back of Catwoman’s neck. The surprise stimulus sent a shock to her senses that were already heightened by the apparatus. The resulting surge sent an electrical current that shocked both her and connected paramour, Batman. It immediately knocked him out. Catwoman fell back, unconscious as well, clutching the mask that had hidden Batman’s identity.
It took a minute for the reality of the situation to be absorbed in Batgirl’s mind. There she stood, naked for all intents and purposes, in an old broadcast studio with both Catwoman and Batman lying unconscious on either side of her. Looking at Catwoman (and with the memory of the rapture fresh in her mind) she was not sure whether to send her to prison or make her a prisoner of her own bedroom. Then even more mind blowing was the man laying unconscious on her left. Bruce Wayne is Batman! “My God, all these years my two fantasy men have been the same person. At least that explains Bruce’s sudden interest in me. He wanted to see more of what he saw as Batman.” Looking at him lying there, asleep and vulnerable, he still had a larger than life aura to her. She reached over and released him from his bonds. With maternal affection she then pulled his briefs up to his waist. She then went over to Catwoman and retrieved Batman’s cowl. “What am I going to do now?” she pondered.
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