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Chapter List
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The following day while watching the news, Barbara scrambled to dial Bruce Wayne’s number. She paced back and forth waiting for Bruce to pick up as her friend, Selina, announced to all of Gotham City that she would be hosting a special show where Catwoman would reveal the true identities of both Batman and Batgirl. Barbara knew Selina well enough to appreciate that she was ambitious but she did not make false claims to attract attention. If she was doing this show, Selina must have something big.
She couldn’t wait to get to her father’s office to call on the Batphone. Alfred, Bruce Wayne’s lifelong butler and confidante answered the phone.
“Alfred, this is Barbara Gordon. I need to speak to Mr. Wayne immediately.”
“May I ask what this is in reference to, Miss Gordon?”
“Please just tell him it is urgent.” There was a pause of a few minutes. Barbara wondered if Bruce shared his exploits with his butler and, if he did how much detail would he have given him. Was the secret of their identities between them? She made a mental note to clarify that point with him the next time they spoke. Poor Alfred, I am so nervous he probably thought I was just another hysterical nymphet conquered by Bruce. Finally, Bruce Wayne picked up the phone and asked cautiously,
“Barbara, to what do I owe the pleasure of your call?” He immediately engaged his phone tracer to check the number of the phone she was calling from. What did she want? Did she think we were a couple now?
“Bruce, have you seen the news? Catwoman is going to be on tomorrow’s news to expose my identity along with your..Batman’s.”
“Barbara,” Bruce began, “calm down. Should we be speaking somewhere else? Where are you calling from?”
“My home. Don’t worry it’s a secured line.”
“It’s probably some sort of journalistic hoax. How can you be sure she is telling the truth?”
“She said her proof was irrefutable and, as evidence, she held up one of your cowls.”
“My cowl? I’ll tell you what, I will check into it but do not do anything until I call you back, okay?”
Bruce hung up and paused to think. This relationship will be one tricky one to pull off. She is so young in some ways. But God does she have one tight pussy. He then wandered off to thinking about sex with her again and filed the identity crisis to the back of his priorities for the day.

Selina was glowing. It was one of those feline qualities exuded by confidence. She was now in a position to toy with her prey and she wanted to make the most out of it. She called in Ramon for a strategy session.
“Ramon, we have a very unique opportunity right now. Since we have Batman and Batgirl on the ropes I have expanded our scope. At first I thought having access to the Wayne billions would bankroll us. Now I realize that is only one man’s wealth and not enough. I believe we can destroy the credibility of the Gotham police force as well. I will fill that power vacuum and after that the City will be ours to run and with it, we shall waltz in and continue to exercise our control through our new media conglomerate. The situation is purrrrfect.”
“Selina, this is it. We have finally reached the point to assert our power. Latinos will rule this City as they should.”
“I will rule this City, Ramon, make no mistake about that. This will be an empire of one and that one will be me. Now listen there is still much more to do before tomorrow night. We still have our Catlist of things to do to make sure things go smoothly.”
“I am already on top of it, Catwoman. I have hired the best musclemen to take care of Batman should he become unruly during the show.”
“No, Ramon, thugs are not the key to stopping Batman. I will control Batman through his one weakness and show Gotham his deviant side as well. Here’s what I need for you to do…”

Barbara sat through her committee meetings but found it impossible to concentrate on the agenda. Why hadn’t Bruce called her back and how did Catwoman found out their identities were just two of the recurring questions that she struggled to answer in her thoughts. I wonder if Catwoman has revealed her secrets to Selina already. How can I talk to Selina without exposing myself to her in case she doesn’t know or if Catwoman’s game is just a ruse. Maybe I should just call her and see what happens.
The intrusive tone of a mobile phone disturbed the meeting. It was Barbara’s and the eyes of everyone at the table offered their judgement of the interruption. With slight embarrassment Barbara excused herself. To her delight it was Selina.
“Hey Selina, believe it or not I was just thinking about you.”
“You were? Well you have been on my thoughts lately, too. We must get together soon.” She did not want to reveal her hand yet but the opportunity to play with Barbara’s mind was too great to resist. She in fact had all the cards. She was calling from Barbara’s apartment where she had just found the secret closet. As she spoke she took a costume off the rack and held it against her body as if considering buying it.
“Of course, name the day.” How much did she know?
“Barbara, I have a big favor to ask of you. I have been trying to call your father’s office but they won’t take my calls because of the way that I report on the police. But I am trying to make it up to them. Catwoman has just called me to prepare for tomorrow’s show. She wants to meet tonight at the old sound studio. I wanted to let Batman and Batgirl know so they could be there and capture her. Naturally, I would want the exclusive on the arrest and subsequent unmasking of Catwoman. I think that should have some interest for my viewers. However, if the Commissioner will not take my call I have no way to speak to them. Could you be a doll and let him know so he can inform them?”
This was the break she needed. “Sure, Selina, no problem. Just tell me where and when and I’ll make sure the message gets to them.” She had to speak to Bruce. Where was he?

The time for the meeting was rapidly approaching and Barbara sat in her apartment in costume waiting. Bruce never returned one of her calls. Where the hell has he run off to? I know I promised him I wouldn’t do anything without him but he didn’t say he was going to be in communicado. If I don’t show up Selina will have no choice but to go ahead with the show Catwoman wants to do. Forget him. I will have to take care of this myself. Besides I will have the element of surprise and I can handle it.
Batgirl sped on her bike toward the old studio. She wondered if the reason for Bruce’s snub had anything to do with their sleeping together the other night. Now that he knows my identity does that mean I should be ignored? Regardless, of what his motives where (or weren’t) Batgirl was confident that because of her take charge actions, Batman and she would be on equal footing after she captures Catwoman again.
The location of the old sound stage really afforded this meeting some privacy. Ever since it was abandoned years ago for Hollywood, the whole section of the City supporting it died as well. It was years since anyone used it for anything purposeful. Batgirl arrived early wanting to take full advantage of being able to plan her attack. She stalked the premises carefully almost imitating the burglars she apprehended. Abandoned for years she had no problem finding a broken window to enter without being noticed.
She walked around trying to take in everything encased in the spacious size. While waiting for Batman she had tried to access blueprints of the building from the City archives but their system was down. She tried to keep her historical interest in the site from her watchful job as she tiptoed about the place. She entered one of the ancient TV studios where they had variety shows and walked down the center aisle. Just for practice she effortlessly bound on stage, spun around to take in the view form there, and headed for a side exit. She had taken three steps when the stage floor below her gave and she shot straight down through a trap door.
Despite the surprise Batgirl was able adjust her rapid descent enough to make sure she would land on the balls of her feet and be able to roll into the fall. She executed perfectly but as she came up from her roll two of Catwoman’s henchmen were waiting and quickly grabbed her arms as if a choreographed routine. They dragged her backwards and as she moved she saw Catwoman come into view walking toward her at a slightly slower pace than her forced retreat.
“So Batgirl, you are right on time. I do appreciate punctuality.”
“What have you done with Selina Calle, Catwoman. If you harm her in anyway I’ll make sure your life is a continuing hell.”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little self about her although I’m sure she will be touched by your concern. Ha, ha, ha. Pity, I’d love to chat more but I’m a bit pressed for time right now so gentlemen if you don’t mind please relieve Batgirl of her costume.”
The two massive thugs continued to hold her by her arms and two more instantly appeared. She watched them cautiously then one walked behind her and out of view but not out of presence as she felt the back of her costume being unzipped. She was amazed that he could find the zipper that quickly. Even she had trouble locating it at times. Just as she recovered from that shock she realized his accomplice had already removed one of her gloves and now was just pulling the second off her hand. Batgirl broke out of that jolt to realize her cape had already be removed and her top, by now completely unzipped was being pushed frontward over her shoulders. In an orchestrated movement one thug moved the hold on her arm as the other slipped the sleeve off. This was repeated with equal precision with the other arm in no time at all.
Batgirl looked down at her bare top and realized the severity of the situation. She braced to fight back when the unfolding sight in front of her distracted her. In a manner that could only be called copycat, Catwoman began stripping in front of her. She started by grabbing the zipper in the front of her suit and zipping down beyond her crotch and in a dexterous switch of hands reaching behind herself and continuing up her back. Amazingly, Catwoman’s outfit was two pieces divided vertically. With a shrug it fell off her shoulders down to her hips where she peeled it off her legs. Batgirl watched transfixed. Catwoman wore no undergarments and there was that incredible and intoxicating body. Even though she had only seen it once it looked so familiar. Very familiar. Batgirl was sure that if she concentrated hard enough she would figure out a connection. Only then Batgirl realized that she had been stripped down herself wearing nothing but her cowl and thong panties.
“Do you want the mask, Catwoman?” one of the tabbies asked.
“No,” Catwoman began as she walked up close to the superheroine, “I think I will let Batgirl keep her precious secret for a little while longer.” And, in a display of absolute control she slid her fingers up the crimefighter’s mask covering Batgirl’s eyes then slowly parted her hands skimming over her soft complexion until she reached Batgirl’s ears. She brought them back down again without disturbing the coverage the mask and cowl provided. “Is that okay with you darling? Ha, ha, ha.”
“You see, Batgirl, I don’t need your mask. Do you know why? Because I have one of my very own.” Catwoman turned around and removed her Cat mask and slipped on another hood. Batgirl strained to she of she could identify Catwoman but the angle did not offer a clear view. When she turned around Batgirl noticed it did indeed resemble one her cowls. “Do you know where I got this, Batgirl? Well, dear, I found it in the hidden closet of one the elite socialites of Gotham. I wonder who that could be?”
Batgirl stood there stunned. This wasn’t a ruse. She knew exactly who she was and probably Batman, too. Batman! Where was he?
“You know, boys,” Catwoman said to no one in particular as she checked herself out in a mirror, “something’s missing. Oh yeah, the hair.”
In two long strides Catwoman was in her face again. She looked Batgirl directly in the eyes. Without warning or hesitation she pulled up Batgirl’s cowl with her left hand and removed the wig with her right. “Keep her in the cage boys until I get back,” and Catwoman threw Batgirl’s mask into the open door of the nearby prison cell. The thugs shoved Batgirl forcefully into box and she struggled to stay on her feet. She reached down and put her cowl back on. It felt funny without the wig, maybe a little too big. When she looked up Catwoman had already added the red wig to her attire. “Now how do I look Batgirl?” It was amazing. Although she did not look exactly the same, Batgirl was shocked to see how close they resembled each other. The complexions were different but from a distance or in a dark light people would not notice. Even more stupefying was Catwoman’s ability to mimic Batgirl’s voice. It was perfect.
Catwoman informed her henchmen of the time of her return and warned them not to mess with Batgirl in any way if they valued their lives. The Dark Angel stood there imprisoned and humiliated. Humiliated not only by her near nakedness but by the way that she allowed it to happen without struggling one bit. She crossed her arms in a feeble attempt to cover her breasts and looked around helplessly and hopelessly.

From one of the many shadows nestled in the cavernous soundstage, Ramon watched Batgirl from a short distance. He had been watching her for about a half-hour since Catwoman left. Perching his camera on his shoulder he focused in on her from a medium length shot. Funny, but without the costume and red hair she looked just like any other well built woman with a hooded mask. However, knowing she was Batgirl made the picture electrifying. He zoomed in on her breasts that were, in his estimation, spectacular. Her efforts to hide her exposure were meager at best and he tightened his zoom to her nipples which had the pimpled pertness of a woman caught in the cold. His eye worked its way down to her panties. He could make out the raised outline of her vagina and if he strained he thought he could even see the imprint of her labia. As she turned around he marveled at her tight ass. It looked bare with the thong underwear and with each of her aimless steps he saw the responsive flexing of her taut glutes.
Eventually, he moved his lens up to her face and when he caught her eyes he was moved by what he saw. He didn’t see Batgirl but a confused young woman who had the vulnerable look of being outmatched. Her eyes refused to cry but their distraught stare screamed for help. He put his camera down for a moment and reflected on all that was happening. This started as a movement to advance Latinos and now it was becoming a showcase for Selina. She had already admitted as such. He looked again at Batgirl and felt remorse for being part of this. Seeing her caged and practically naked was not the way his mother had raised him to treat women. Shit, she could be one of his sisters. Well, maybe not but it did not seem right all the same. Unconsciously, he moved toward her.
Noticing the approaching body Batgirl stood away from the bars not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, she recognized the man as Selina’s cameraman. She shot to the front.
“Ramon, you have to help me. Get me out of here,” Batgirl implored.
Startled into consciousness by his name being called, Ramon looked up and was seized by the consequences of crossing with Selina. “Sorry Batgirl, Catwoman would toast me if I interfere.”
“Where is Selina then. Is she alright?” Batgirl needed a strong person.
“I told you. She said she would fuck up any one of us that interferes with her plan.” Ramon turned and ran away leaving Batgirl perplexed but with a bell in the back of her head beginning to ring. The familiarity and coincidences were coming together.

After a little more than two hours Catwoman returned in her usual costume carrying Batgirl’s outfit in her arms. She opened the cage door and dropped the pants, top, cape, and accessories (everything but the utility belt) on the floor and simply said, “get dressed you are going to be on TV soon.”
Batgirl’s first reaction was to just say no and refuse Catwoman’s order. Then she rationalized that Catwoman would probably start filming anyway so she might as well comply. First, she grabbed the wig and instinctively turned around to take off her mask before placing it on her head and securing the cowl over it. She realized it was a useless gesture since her identity was obviously known but she would not give Catwoman the satisfaction that she might have given up. As she began to work her way into her tunic she noticed one of Catwoman’s henchman roll up a TV monitor to the cell. Catwoman produced a videotape and said as she popped it into the machine, “I thought you might want to have a look at what you did while I was away.”
Dread crept into Batgirl as she zipped herself up in back and imagined some horrific crime being committed in her name. However, the unfolding carnage was worse than she could ever imagine. There was Catwoman in her Batgirl costume in her father’s office. The office somehow was more dimly lit than usual but not so dark that it affected making out the players.
On the screen it appeared that Batgirl and Commissioner Gordon were engaged in some conversation that became, as time wore on, more closely spaced, more intimate. Her father’s mannerisms and demeanor seemed a bit different almost awkward but it certainly was him. Then she realized why it was different and why she had never seen it: he was flirting. Their conversation continued until Catwoman’s head fell from view. The shot pulled wider and Batgirl saw her tormentor on her knees and undoing her father’s belt buckle. His suit pants fell to his ankles and she grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down to his knees. Taking his penis in one hand Catwoman began to kiss it and nurse it to an excitable state. She then took him in her mouth and began to energetically suck him off. Batgirl watched petrified, feeling guilty and a bit of revulsion at the sight of her father in such a delicate scenario. She wanted to turn away but could not take her eyes off the images either.
Just when she thought she could finally pull away, Chief O’Hara burst into the scene. A few more words were exchanged. Although Batgirl could not make them out they seemed confrontational. Catwoman stood up and said something to both of them and in no time O’Hara’s pants were at his ankles as well and Catwoman was working on his shorts as well. When she pulled them down Batgirl was amazed at the size of his dick. It looked 12 or 13 inches in size and it was fully limp. Even Catwoman registered surprise at his girth.
Nevertheless, Catwoman took him in as well and soon there she was in Batgirl’s costume kneeling between O’Hara and her father alternating sucking one and jerking off the other and vice versa. For the first time she realized her father was average sized but looked dwarfed next to his second in command. Oh God how could she even think of a thing like her father’s size, she begged Catwoman to stop the tape.
“Why should I, can’t you just close your eyes. Besides here comes the good part.” Then Batgirl watched as Catwoman pulled them by their dicks closer together. She put their glistening rockets against each other and put them both in her mouth at the same time. Batgirl had no idea how she could accommodate two cocks in her mouth simultaneously but sure enough she continued to suck on them both. Finally, she must have had enough because she took her mouth off them and proceeded to furiously jerk them off until each of them came on her and each other. The shot faded with a smiling image of Batgirl content with the semen of two men dripping down her cowl and cheeks.
“Well, Batgirl, what do you think?”
“I think the tape and you are sick. What kind of perverse pleasure do you derive from doing such a thing?” Batgirl demanded.
“I guess I always wanted to show my appreciation for law enforcement,” Catwoman joked. “No, the reason I staged this encounter was not for my benefit but for the public’s. I think they have a right to know how the highest levels of the crime fighting force are spending their time instead of using tax dollars to prevent lawbreakers. When the public sees Batgirl sucking off Gotham’s finest heads should roll.”
“It won’t work, Catwoman. The public isn’t that gullible.”
“You think so? I tend to think if it’s on TV people assume it’s real. Besides, let us not debate it. I plan to show this tape as an intro to the unmasking of Batgirl and Batman. Then we will let the public decide what to do with you scoundrels. By the way, Batgirl, what do you think the Commissioner will do when I reveal your identity and he suddenly realizes who sucked him off?”
The horror hit Batgirl with atomic force. If her father thought that he had an improper encounter with his own daughter he wouldn’t wait to resign, he would put a bullet through his head. Batgirl had to prevent that tape from showing. She assessed her circumstances. The door from the cage had no yet been locked again. Other than her panties, she was only attired from the waist up. Her utility belt was out of reach. Catwoman did not have on her claws and had her back to her. No other henchmen were in sight. It was now or never.
Batgirl burst out of the cage and tackled Catwoman from behind. She was determined to keep the fighting close knowing that it would neutralize Catwoman’s superior hand speed. The momentum of the attack carried them through a few rolls together. Batgirl felt confident that she could contain her and subdue her with wrestling. She maintained the controlling position for some time as Catwoman spun trying to wiggle free. She screamed for Ramon. He came running in, camera in hand.
“Ramon, film this. Let’s give Gotham a real show tonight.”
“Gee, Catwoman, isn’t it interesting that you and Selina have the same cameraman,” Batgirl grunted as she kept her arms wrapped around her foe, “maybe I’m not the only one with an identity crisis.”
“Keep your mind on fighting and maybe I’ll let you live, bitch.” Catwoman then found her opening and twisted out of Batgirl’s hold and managed to work her way behind her back gaining control. She was prone with Batgirl on top of her but she held both of the Girl Wonder’s arms behind her back with one arm while still keeping the other arm free. Panting, she continued, “Good evening Gotham, tonight, as promised, I will reveal the true identities of Gotham’s alleged crime fighters Batman and Batgirl. Not only will I expose their identities but also I will demonstrate their depravity and unworthiness to serve you. First, as you can see, I have Batgirl on hold.”
Batgirl’s was at a disadvantage. Although technically on top of Catwoman, she wasn’t facing her and having her arms locked behind her back did not allow her to maneuver well. Plus, she was now conscious that she was being filmed fighting while wearing her Batgirl top and panties. She tried not to let her embarrassment affect her efforts.
“Citizens,” Catwoman began, “as a woman I have always had a tell tale way to determine if another woman’s hair color was real or not. Top must equal bottom. Simple enough. Let’s see if our friend Batgirl passes that test.” With her free hand she reached for the front of Batgirl’s panties. It was not within easy range but she managed to pull the material to one side. Looking down, she could not see the familiar patch of brown. She let go the material. She did not have the leverage to force down Batgirl’s panties so she tried pushing the cotton front to the other side. Again it was bare.
“Sorry to disappoint you, Catwoman,” Batgirl said while looking back over her shoulder, “a girl has a right to change her appearance—anywhere on her body.”

Batman had just entered the soundstage. He moved about cautiously listening for sounds of nefarious activity. Earlier that day he was reviewing some of the digitized security footage of the Batcave when he came across his former maid lurking about. At first he wondered if that was the reason for her unexpected leaving. Then thinking of Barbara’s frantic calls he thought of the reporter she mentioned. Never seeing the news footage of Selina, he secured access to the television stations personnel files and immediately realized that a reporter had duped him. After more careful consideration he pieced together that the initials of the name used by Selina Calle while under his employ spelled out GATO which is Spanish for “cat”. Knowing that Barbara was a friend of Selina he immediately feared for her safety and began tracing her path.
All appeared quiet but that did not give him comfort. He then remembered that when he and Barbara had sex in her apartment he placed a tracking device on one of her capes as she was showing him her secret closet. He flicked on the transmitter and concluded that she was below. He took off for the staircase. Leaping down the steps four or five at a time, he blasted through the double doors to the area below the stage. He was ready to take on twenty men if needed.
To his surprise waiting on guard for him were not the usual goons but a collection of nubile nymphs. There seemed to be one of every kind: blonde, Black, red head, brunette, and Asian. “Out of my way ladies,” Batman cautioned, “I do not want to hurt any of you and I am here for serious business.”
“Yes Batman we know and we are here for serious business, too,” the red head offered. “As a matter of fact, we were waiting for you to help us.”
“Help you what ma’am?” he inquired testily.
She moved closer. “Help us get off!” and she pushed him in the chest. Normally, the force of her push would not have been enough but he had let his guard down and one of the women had managed to work her way behind him and get on all fours behind him. The oldest trick was so unexpected that he fell back hard and his head snapped back on the pavement. It temporarily stunned him and his pause was all the time the women needed. Two immediately grabbed the shorts over his tights and pulled them down to his calves. His tights quickly followed and by the time he came to, the red head and Black woman were already sucking his dick and balls. The blonde and brunette were removing his gloves and erotically sucking his fingers. He shook his head to clear his thoughts but the testosterone had begun its journey and he lay beholden to the pleasure swelling in his lap. Any thoughts he had about throwing them off were dashed when the Asian girl lifted her school short skirt lowered herself onto his mouth.
It was too much for him to resist. He was undergoing sexual sensory distraction. Having two women work his cock made for non-stop bliss and the blonde and brunette were now taking his fingers and inserting them into their soaked pussies. The clincher was the Asian cunninglingus. Her pubic hair was naturally sparse and soft as satin. Her taste was delightful and he expertly worked his tongue in and around her vagina. Her skirt covered his eyes heightening each sensation monopolizing his body.
Batman’s dick was now inflated to its full size. The Black kitten sucked his purple top and the red head nibbled on his shaft while occasionally moving down to take in one of his balls into his mouth. His thoughts moved to the women in his hands and he tried to find each of their clitorises to apply his patented tickle technique. They moaned in pleasure. He wanted them to be as much of the experience as the others.
He continued to be mesmerized by the young Asian girl thrusting her pussy into his face. He did not have to raise his head as she was directly on top of him virtually holding him in place. He tried driving his tongue up as far as it would reach and moving it around inside for complete coverage. Her timid moans turned him on even more. He felt a climax coursing though him when all of the sudden they stopped and shifted positions. Without time to react another pussy was planted firmly on his face and another mouth was taking him in. His hands again were occupied. It took Batman a second to figure out who was where. He knew the red head was definitely sitting on his face, as his vision was no longer obstructed. Her vagina was similar to Barbara’s in size. He imagined that before he knew her secret this would have been what Batgirl’s pussy would have been like had it been red. He realized that one of the girls instead of sucking his dick was removing his boots and tights. He was now naked from the waist down.
The orgy continued for another half-hour and Batman was ready to come. The red head had turned around and now he was sucking her asshole. The Asian and Black girls had his hands up their vaginas. If he made a fist he never would have been able to remove his hands again. The blonde was riding his dick and the brunette had somehow worked her way under his pelvis and was tonguing his ass. He wasn’t sure which one he wanted to plant his seed inside of but they made it easy for him by gathering at his dick to all receive his lustful explosion. He came in amounts never known to him before and managed to share a burst with each of them. They all giggled as they lapped up his Bat-cum and he lay there totally spent and unable to move.

Catwoman was frustrated but no where near defeated. She still enjoyed the preferred position. “Well, Gothamites, it’s time to for the main event. It would be too easy for me and so undramatic just to have me simply unmask Batgirl. Let’s see if we can convince her to do it herself. Maybe a little sexual encouragement would help. You know citizens this young slut is a dynamo.”
“Let go of me, Catwoman, Batman will be here any minute.”
“Once again you are wrong my dear, he is here already and has been here for almost an hour—look at the monitor.”
Batgirl looked up and saw the half-naked crime fighter smiling dumbly as a bevy of women continued to kiss and play with him. He couldn’t do it again yet but was too weak to fight them off. Batgirl’s reaction was concern and a bit of jealousy.
“Now let’s see if we can get you in the same mood as your superhero friend.”
Catwoman clutched the patch of material covering Batgirl’s mons and bunched it together. She then pulled up making the string back and remaining fabric slide up between Batgirl’s labia. The higher she pulled the more it burrowed deeper into her vagina. Her lips slowly began to yawn open as the cotton string rubbed back and forth against her clitoris. Batgirl tried not to acknowledge the increasing pleasure but a moan escaped betraying her resistance. Catwoman jumped on the opportunity by increasing the tempo of the stimulation. “C’mon, Batgirl, let it out. It will be better for you this way. Give in to your delight.”
Sensuous groans were all that Batgirl could manage. How did Catwoman do it? Her powers of excitement were hypnotic. She felt her will power weakening. She exhaled a soft “yes”.
“Yes what, Batgirl? Yes what?” This chick was easy thought Catwoman. “Are you ready to take off your mask for the audience?”
“Whatever you say,” Batgirl wailed, “please don’t stop.” Ramon, still uncomfortable with the way things were unfolding, moved his focus from her excitement to her head.

On the other side of the room Batman still lay on his back. His cowl had been removed and each girl took turns having her way with him. As an added touch whenever one would mount him they would put his cowl on over their head and tell him what they wanted. It started with the brunette as she sat on his face and demanded that he lick her. She was followed by the Black woman who restored his erection and mounted him. Reaching behind her back she reached below and caressed his balls as she moved rhythmically on him. Batman could hardly withstand the sensation. Yet he couldn’t yet come again. Still his size and hardness was enough to get her off. She passed the cowl on to her Asian friend who decided to try to see how much of her mouth she could get over Batman’s cock. She knew she couldn’t handle much of it but she relished tasting her friend on his member.
Batman’s train of thought was jellied and seeing his mask over his own dick was hallucinogenical. She did not suck him off long and soon passed the mask on to the red head. She placed it on and straddled Batman’s waist above his erection. She pushed up his tunic and moved her tongue up his ribbed abdomen working her way up to his powerful chest. She inched up more and cupped her breasts in her hands. She bent down and offered them to Batman. He dutifully started licking and sucking her tits. Her nipples responded with rock hard firmness. Feeling aroused she continued to crawl up to receive another dose of his masterful tongue work. Flailing her pelvis kept knocking his head back to floor every time he tried to raise it. Finally, she exploded on his face.
Now as exhausted as Batman she lifted the cowl off her head and handed it to the blonde. The blonde carefully placed it on her head and let her long hair flow out the back resembling a cape. Naked, she stood over Batman and bent over to lift up his arms. She pulled forcing him to rise to his knees. She then got on all fours sucked his shaft down to its base, and turned around offering her backside to him. He grabbed his dick and tried to guide it into her sweaty pussy. She shook her head and guided his cock to her anus. She carefully inserted the head and swayed back with her hips to take him in deeper. Instinctively, he began pumping and she rocked in sync. In little time he shot his remaining load up her chute and collapsed backwards. He was so exhausted he wanted to die. He couldn’t believe it. Sex was going to kill him.

Catwoman released the hold of Batgirl’s arms to allow her to unmask. Batgirl stretched her arms as a reflex from being withheld. She sat up and moved her hands up to her head. Catwoman leaned closer and whispered, “Do it.”
Batgirl nodded and Catwoman moved back with her broadest Cheshire ever. With her hands still on her head Batgirl rolled back far and wrapped her legs around Catwoman’s back. Thrusting her legs forward she flipped Catwoman in front of her. Stunned she could not turn around quick enough to block Batgirl’s blow to the back of her head. She slumped forward. Batgirl pushed her back and unzipped the front of her costume all the way down past the midpoint and back up to her shapely ass.
With Catwoman still on her back, Batgirl lifted one of the villainess’ legs. She placed her hand over the villain’s black and bushy love-triangle and used her thumb to separate her labia and begin manipulating the feline’s clitoris. The mounting arousal helped Catwoman regain her consciousness and she looked quizzically at Caped Crusader. Batgirl said nothing but thrust her pelvis into Catwoman’s vagina. Before Catwoman could ask any questions Batgirl began pumping again each time more forcefully. Soon the stimulation of Batgirl’s vagina directly on her clitoris became too much for Catwoman. She began whimpering in pleasure begging Batgirl not to stop. The Night Maiden continued her sexual offensive trying to contain her own pleasure from the lesbian fuckfest.
“It seems the tables are turned a bit, wouldn’t you say Catwoman?” Act controlling and you will control the situation she thought.
“Oooh, it feels sooo goood. Prrrrrrrr.”
“Why don’t you tell our viewers who you really are, Catwoman?” Batgirl demanded.
“What?” Catwoman asked with a weak defiance.
Batgirl thrust twice hitting her target each time. “Give the audience an accurate report of who is responsible for Gotham’s crime wave. Tell them who you are hiding behind your mask.” Batgirl drove her hips into Catwoman again. It put Catwoman over the edge.
“I’m Selina Calle. I am Catwoman. Oooooooh!” She was now lost in her orgasm.
When she calmed down Batgirl helped her sit up. She placed her hands on the side of Catwoman’s head and carefully lifted of her head mask. She dropped the mask and cupped the raven beauty’s face in her hands and looked directly into her adversary’s eyes with hurt and inquisition. “Why Selina?”
“You don’t know. You’ll never know,” Selina began with tears welling in her eyes. “You were born into the good life. You never had to struggle. You had the advantage of a plan given to you. Everything I have I earned. I acquired from nothing, scraps.”
“What are you talking about? I was not born with wealth. I had to work, too.” Batgirl felt defensive.
“Trust me, it’s not the same. You have never been hungry. You have never been ashamed to be yourself, to acknowledge your heritage. I wanted to show them. I needed to show them.”
Batgirl shook her head. She exhaled and stood up. She walked to over to Ramon and said, “I need that tape.”
He slowly took the camera off his shoulder and asked, “what are you going to do with her?”
“I don’t know, I just don’t know.”
She took the tape and walked slowly back to the cage. She pulled up her tights and stepped into her boots. Walking lethargically over to Batman she noticed her utility belt on the floor and stopped to place it back on. When she reached Batman she saw the five nymphs cowering together.
“Who has his mask?”
A hand extended with it. She grabbed it from the anonymous hand and stood over the pathetic state Batman was in. His face and pubic hair was caked with his and their cum. She wasn’t sure what to do first.

Batman’s clarity eventually returned. He dressed and he and Batgirl huddled into a corner to decide what to do. Batgirl explained that everything that transpired was recorded but had not yet been broadcast. They could contain the damage.
Given all that had occurred they did not feel comfortable hauling them all into prison. There would be too many things to explain or suppress. Batman recommended a memory loss spray that would work on the girls or any of the others that recently discovered their identities. However, if he used it they definitely could not take them in because they would have no recollection of their misdeeds either. However, the spray would not work on Catwoman. Her memory stretched too far back for the spray to be effective. He recommended holding her in the Batcave until he could develop something stronger.
Batgirl changed the subject. “Batman, I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed to have quite a time with all those women. If you want to continue to sleep with me you better know that it will have to be on an exclusive basis.”
“Of course, I succumbed in this situation under great duress,” he offered apologetically. “Trust me, it is just you and me. I wouldn’t have it any other way”

A week later Gotham City had forgotten about the rising star television reporter who mysteriously disappeared. At Batman’s suggestion the Caped Crusaders both took a week off from the streets to recover. Barbara went back to the library and various charity events. She wanted to go out with Bruce right away and begin to develop their relationship. He assured Barbara they would indeed be an item but he wanted to stay low key and work in his lab on Catwoman’s de-programming. She agreed not to push it but reminded him of her conditions for continued intimacy with him. He vowed to be good.
Finally, Barbara felt she had waited long enough and called Bruce at home for an update. Alfred answered. “I believe he is below Miss Gordon, would you like for me to check on him?”
“Please Alfred, I’ll hold.”
Alfred took his secret elevator down to the bowels of the Manor. He heard peculiar noises for the Batcave and turned the corner to see what the raucous was. There was Catwoman strapped spread eagle on a table with Batman pumping away into her. They both were in costume but not wearing masks. Without saying a word Alfred turned around and headed back up the elevator.
“Miss Gordon, he is still working on her.”

The End
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