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From: Ann Douglas
Subject: Eyes Of The TigressThis finishes my Batgirl Trilogy. For anyone
who missed earlier entries you can find them
on my web page at ASSTR
http://www.asstr.org/~Ann_Douglas/ Eyes Of The Tigress
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglashotmail.com)The following is a work of erotic fiction
and includes scenes of sexual activity. It
includes characters that are copyrighted
by DC Comics. This story is intended for
the non-commerical enjoyment of fans and
should be considered a parody . No
copyright infringement is intended and no
profit will be made from the distribution
of this story.Part One Night over Gotham City was still
more than two hours away. Nevertheless,
the dark figure in gray and black was
already out searching the city. A crime
most monstrous was in danger of becoming
even more so.
“Twenty possibilities down, only a
hundred more to go,” the young woman
beneath the cape and cowl thought as she
looked over the waterfront. “Something
like this would have to happen when
Batman and Robin are out of town. I could
really use that keen analytical mind of his.”
Shielding her eyes against the light
of the dying sun, the woman popularly
known as Batgirl climbed the water tower
to gain an even higher vantage point. As
she climbed the ladder, she mentally
reviewed the material the Police had given
her a few hours before when she had
answered the call they had put out for
Batman and Robin.
Sometime around noon, five men,
heavily armed and totally ruthless, had
invaded the Pee Wee Daycare Center in
Midtown. Pee Wee was the most exclusive
and fashionable daycare facility in the
city, used by both the very rich and
famous. In their wake, they had left two
security guards dead, another badly
wounded and kidnapped Kathy Wilson, the
two-year old daughter of Mark Wilson,
President of Wilson Electronics.
Or so they had thought. Like the
plot of a bad movie, they had grabbed the
wrong toddler. The little girl they had
made off with was the daughter of a
mid-level secretary at Wayne Corp, who
attended the prestigious center on a
company grant. Her name was Kathy Willis
and bore a striking resemblance to her
more celebrated playmate, right down to
the embroidered name on their matching
jumpers.
The resident Police Phychologist
that had been on location said that there
was a high probability that the kidnappers
would kill the little girl once they
discovered their error. So far, the Police
had managed to keep the real identity of
the little girl out of the news reports, but
that could change at any time.
One of the now dead security
guards had managed to Pthc Hussyfan Lolita take down one of
the abductors before succumbing to his
wounds. No one had yet been able to put a
name to the face of the body now in the
morgue, but Batgirl was certain that the
answer to their search could be found
somewhere in Pthc Hussyfan Lolita his personal effects.
One of the things in his pockets had
been a brand new folding map of the city.
That and a few other items gave weight to
the idea that he wasn’t a Gotham native.
Opening the map to its full length and
width, Batgirl had noticed a slight crease
in the paper. An indication, at least to
her, that the map had previously been
folded in such a way as to display just the
south side of the waterfront. Specifically
the quarter mile area known as Drake’s
Wharf. Since the map was new and she
couldn’t find any other markings, the red
headed crimefighter thought it was a clue
worth pursuing.
The Captain in charge of the
investigation, however, hadn’t put much
credence in the theory and didn’t even
keep the map. Batgirl couldn’t help but
think that if it had been Batman who had
made the observation, it would’ve been
taken more seriously.
In her real identity as Barbara
Gordon, Batgirl had met Captain Jason
Clarke at a few police functions she had
attended with her Police Commissioner
father. Her first impression of him had
been that he was a horse’s ass, owing his
position more to political influence than to
any real investigative ability. Now, after
actually dealing with him in an official
capacity, she revised that opinion. It was,
she now decided, unfair to the horse.
Still, with nothing else to go on, the
Darknight Damsel head for Drake’s Wharf,
hoping against all the odds that she was
making the right guess. So far she had
covered a quarter of her search area
without success. The closest thing to
criminal activity she’d come across was a
pair of high school boys getting blow jobs
from two dockside hookers. As she passed
from one rooftop to another, she paused
for a second and had looked on the four of
them.
Racing onward, she wondered if the
young men realized that down here by the
docks, the two women on their knees
sucking them off might very well have
cocks of their own. Hopefully they’d
remain ignorant in the illusion. It stood to reason, she decided as
that image faded from her attention, that
if the kidnappers hideout really was in this
section Pthc Hussyfan Lolita of town, then it would most likely
be in the most deserted part of it. Most
of the businesses in the neighborhood had
folded over the years as Gotham lost much
of its maritime trade to more tax friendly
ports.
The block Batgirl now scanned from
her water tower perch contained an old
clothing factory, a Greek diner and what
was once a social club for longshoremen.
Every tick of the clock brought her closer
to disastrous failure, not to mention the
still real possibility that she might be on a
wild goose chase after all. Still what else
could she do but press on? Carefully, she focused her small
high-powered binoculars, first on the
factory and then the diner. Both looked
like they hadn’t been occupied in years.
The boarded up club didn’t look any better.
Her gaze passed over the one
remaining window and under the years of
grime that covered it, Batgirl could just
make out the long forgotten name of the
club - Drake’s Anchor.
Her heart raced wildly as she once
again pictured the small collection of
paraphernalia that they had removed from
the pockets of the unlucky kidnapper. In
her mind’s eye she focused on a half used
pack of matches. The cover of which had
born the inscription, Drake’s Anchor.
Fast as she could, Batgirl dropped
down the side of the building and made her
way across the street, Pthc Hussyfan Lolita keeping to the
shadows as best she could. The small alley
beside the abandoned social club was filled
with assorted piles of rubbish but was still
manageable. Skillfully the black caped
crimefighter made her way to one of the
back windows. Scraping away a small bit
of the filth covering the plate, she was
able to take a quick look inside.
As fast as her heart was beating, it
came to an abrupt stop as she spotted two
men in the supposedly deserted building.
One was dressed in a green shirt and blue
jeans, the other a white shirt and black
slacks. Both matched descriptions of the
men who had been at the Daycare Center.
Moving further down the alleyway,
Batgirl looked through a second window
and saw the object of her search. The
little girl was stretched out on an old cot,
sound asleep and seemingly oblivious of
what was going on around her. At the foot
of the folding bed sat a third man. Tall,
heavyset and bearded, he was leaning back
on a chair with his eyes closed. “Batgirl to Gotham City Police,” she
whispered into a small powerful radio she
had removed from her utility belt as she
retraced her steps back up the alley.
“Batgirl to Gotham City Police.”
On her third try, one of the Police
Dispatchers came on the line and Batgirl
reported what she’d found. She winced at
the very condescending attitude of the
dispatcher’s voice as he warned her just to
continue to monitor the situation and let
the professionals handle any rescue.
“Well Pthc Hussyfan Lolita then the professionals had
better hurry up and get here,” she
thought as she broke down the connection
and took another look into the main room.
A third figure had now come into
view, this one wearing a brown leather
jacket. That accounted for all the hunted
men. The original two were now leaning on
the old bar, a couple of open bottles of
beer and the cardboard containers holding
the rest of the six-pack resting between
them. The new arrival was reading a
newspaper and listening to a small radio.
Batgirl examined the back door to
the building. The lock was old and rusty
and it took only a few seconds for her to
cut through it with a tiny battery powered
saw.
Dropping the blade back into the
appropriate compartment on her belt, the
dark clad woman’s attention was suddenly
diverted as she thought she saw a flash of
movement on the low roof above her.
Before crossing the street, she had
gotten a good look at the layout of the
roof above her. There were two octagon
shaped skylights to let in natural light, one
large and one small. The only access to
the roof seemed to be a ladder attached
to the back of the building a few feet
from where she was standing. At least
where it would have been had someone not
stolen it for its metal value a long time
ago.
Batgirl stood motionless and
silently scanned the empty Pthc Hussyfan Lolita air above her.
She saw no further evidence of movement
or heard any sound of it either.
“Next I’ll be jumping at shadows,”
the Maid of the Night silently said to
herself as she dismissed it as the result of
a sudden sense of foreboding. A feeling
she tried to quickly shake off.
From another part of her seemingly
endless collections of gadgets, Batgirl
produced a small cylinder and sprayed a
highly effective lubricant on Pthc Hussyfan Lolita the rusty
hinges of the long sealed door. Then,
slowly and silently, she opened it and
slipped inside.
Carefully measured movements
carried her to an almost uncomfortable
closeness to her quarry. Only a dozen feet
and a cheap plywood partition separated
them all. If all went well, Pthc Hussyfan Lolita the GCPD would
show up any minute and while they
provided a distraction, she would be Pthc Hussyfan Lolita
able
to get the little girl to safety. Batgirl’s prior sense of apprehension
suddenly proved prophetic as the radio
station the men had been listening to
began to broadcast a news report. A
report that blew the lid off the secret
the Police Department had been trying to
keep all afternoon.
“Motherfucker!” the man in green
cried out as he tossed the bottle he’d been
drinking from to the floor in anger,
shattering it. “Now what the hell do we
do?”
“I’ll tell you what we do,” his
closest companion bellowed as he pulled a
.38 special from a belt holster. “We get
rid of that little brat and get our asses
out of here!”
The third member of the group
enthusiastically agreed, producing an
automatic pistol from beneath his leather
jacket. He had never been comfortable
with the operation to begin with, but had
tossed aside any misgivings in anticipation
of the immense payoff to be reaped. Now
with that gone, his first concern quickly
shifted to his personal survival.
As two of the three men turned in
the direction of the storeroom where she
had observed the sleeping toddler, Batgirl
rolled three marble sized spheres out onto
the floor. The small orbs exploded into
expanding spheres of blinding white light.
The intensity of which was so powerful
that they burned themselves out almost
between heartbeats.
Yet even that small span of time was
enough as Batgirl emerged from behind
the false wall, sending a batarang sailing
across the room to find its mark on the
furthest of her targets. The impact of
the heavy weapon was enough to send the
hoodlum to dreamland.
Not even waiting for it to land,
Batgirl whirled around and sent a booted
foot into the midsection of the large man
to her left, knocking both the wind out of
his chest and the gun out of his hand.
Using his bulk to stop her forward
momentum, Batgirl reversed her turn in
order to bring her attack to the last of
her immediate adversaries. It was a move
she’d used successfully countless times in
the past. But as with any tried and true
practice, the unexpected was always a
possibility.
As she pivoted on one leg, the
movement of her body caused her to shift
a few inches to the left. To the very spot
where an unfair fate had deposited the
residue from the beer bottle that had
earlier been thrown to the floor.
Suddenly without the support the
successful completion of the maneuver
required, Batgirl lost her balance and
collided with Pthc Hussyfan Lolita the gunman. Both of them
crashed to the dirty floor, their arms and
legs interlocked.
Finely tuned reflexes responded
almost automatically as Batgirl disengaged
herself and started to scramble back to
her feet. Her Pthc Hussyfan Lolita luck went from bad to
catastrophic as she looked up and found
herself looking down the barrel of a pump
action shotgun. The last of the gang, the
one who had been dozing in the back room,
heard the noise of the brief fight and had
rushed out to investigate.
“Oh God!” Batgirl thought as she
froze in place.
In the space of a single breath, she
analyzed the situation and the possibilities
of escape. The distance between her and
the final gunman was too far for her to
cover before he could pull the trigger.
The same held true for the distance
between her and any possible cover.
There wasn’t even any chance of pulling a
miracle out of her utility belt.
“I’m dead,” she told Pthc Hussyfan Lolita herself, the
very admission of the fact causing her
heart to freeze.”
“Give my regards to hell, Bat-bitch!”
the gunman laughed as he began to slowly
apply pressure to the trigger.
He had always been a small time
crook, just hired muscle in other people’s
gangs. Now that was all going to change.
Let them talk about the Joker, Killer Croc
and the Penguin. After tonight, all of
them are going to run a distant second to
Rory Cross - the guy who fragged Batgirl.
“Do her, Rory,” the man in the
leather jacket, who had finally lifted
himself off the floor, called out. “Blow
the fucking cunt’s head off!”
Out of the corner of her eye,
Batgirl could also see one of her first two
victims recovering his gun from the floor
as well. Her odds had just gone from
impossible to hopeless.
Still her muscles tensed tight in
anticipation. She would go down fighting,
if only to gain more time for the GCPD to
show up and save Kathy. An explosion shook the air and for a
half second, Batgirl thought it was the
shotgun going off. She moved with the
sound, surprised to realize that she wasn’t
dead. A shower of glass fragments made
her realize that the explosion had come
from above, shattering the larger skylight.
Through the now open roof dropped a
dark, lithe figure.
“Batman, thank God!” the
redheaded adventurer thought as she
rolled out of the way of the deadly
fusillade, a downpour that also caused all
of the gunmen to shield their faces as
well.
To Batgirl’s amazement, the figure
that landed with a soft thud in the center
of the room was dressed not in black and
gray, but a rich, deep purple.
“Catwoman!” she said loudly in
amazement.
The master thief wasted no time
with introductions, Pthc Hussyfan Lolita grabbing the shotgun
from the hands of the would be Bat-Killer,
slamming the stock back into his face.
Twice her size, he returned to anonymity
as he slumped to the dust-covered floor.
Shaking off the shock of her near
death and Catwoman’s unexpected arrival,
Batgirl returned to the action. Using a
karate move she’d first learned as a teen,
she quickly incapacitated the thug who had
so urged her death.
Too late she saw the last gang
member still on his feet point his gun in
the direction of Pthc Hussyfan Lolita Catwoman. The Feline
Fury was making a beeline dash for the
room holding Pthc Hussyfan Lolita Kathy Willis, unaware that
she was still in peril.
Tossing herself at the gunman with
all of her speed and strength, Batgirl only
managed to slightly deflect the gunshot.
She made sure, however, that there was
no second round as a crushing blow sent
him to join his fellows. “Catwoman?” she called out as she
turned and saw her rescuer sprawled out
on the ground.
Racing to her side, she let out a
great sigh of relief as she found the
purple clad woman still breathing. In fact,
except for a small tear in her cowl and ar seemed unhurt.
Next she completed Catwoman’s
goal and checked on Kathy. Thankfully,
she had somehow slept on through all that
had happened and was unhurt.
The sounds of sirens finally filled
the air, followed by the squeal of brakes.
The GCPD had finally arrived.
“You men fan out to the back,” the
voice of Captain Clarke filtered through
the cracked front window. “The rest of
you follow me.” Stepping back into the main room,
Batgirl looked at the bodies scattered
across it, centering on that of the
unconscious Catwoman. Even Pthc Hussyfan Lolita though she
knew there might Pthc Hussyfan Lolita be outstanding warrants
on the arch-criminal, she couldn’t just
leave her to be arrested. Not after she
had saved her life. Whatever the reason
for her sudden appearance, there was no
denying that she had done just that. The
law was the law, her father had always
told her. But sometimes justice required
harder choices, the Batman had said as
well.* * * * * * * * * * “Oh my head,” Selina Kyle softly
moaned as she opened her eyes and
attempted to jump up in her bed, causing a
quick flash of pain from her left temple.
The fact that she was in a bed, and
not one in the prison hospital, surprised
her almost as much as the fact she was no
longer in costume. Instead she was
wearing a simple blue nightshirt with two
white kittens playing with a ball of twine
on the front. Suspicious eyes took in her
surroundings.
The bedroom looked as if it had
been furnished out of a mail order
catalogue, simple yet Pthc Hussyfan Lolita impersonal. Moving
slower this time, she sat up on the edge of
the bed. The pain in her head was less
intense, letting her rise to her full height.
She spotted her familiar dark
purple jumpsuit laid across a chair on the
other side of the room. It took no time at
all for her to decide that whatever this
place was, it was time for her to leave.
Moving across the room, the dark
haired woman paused for a second at a
large mirror on the wall. Her hand
reached up to touch the small bandage
just above her left ear. Lifting it gently,
she noticed that the small wound beneath
it had been expertly cleaned. Small as it
was, there probably wouldn’t even be a
scar. Running her hand through her
closely cropped black hair, she smiled
when she found no other evidence of
injury.
She pulled off the nightshirt and
tossed it to the floor, standing for a
moment in only her panties. She exhibited
a firm, lean body that would’ve been the
envy of any professional athlete. Half a
lifetime of working on her body had toned
it to near perfection. Her breasts were of
an average size, but perfectly shaped. Pthc Hussyfan Lolita A
sports bra built into the catsuit normally
held them in check. The rest of her body
was just as carefully sculpted, bringing to
mind the old phrase, lean, mean fighting
machine.
After years of practice, it only took
her a minute to don and adjust the skin
tight jumpsuit. It amazed her that even
her weapons were still there.
Catwoman, as she tried to always
think of herself once in costume, opened
the window and saw that it was an easy
jump to the next roof. Easy at least when
she was in top form, something a sudden
pulse of pain from her head reminded her
wasn’t her present condition. It was a
brief, low-level pain, but still enough to
give her pause.
“If you really want to leave so much,
the stairs are a lot easier,” a familiar
voice said from behind her.
Catwoman quickly whirled at the
sound, her claws extended as she assumed
a defensive stance. The voice did indeed
belong to Batgirl as she had guessed, but
the woman in purple didn’t expect to find
the crimefighter carrying a serving Pthc Hussyfan Lolita tray
with various drinks and food.
“You really should have a bite to eat
before you go,” Batgirl said as she put
down the tray at the table. “I might not
be the world’s greatest cook but I can
order take out with the best of them.”
More than a little confused,
Catwoman assumed a calmer position, then
walked over to the table where Batgirl was
standing. Her eyes never left the woman
in black and gray as she picked up a small
finger sandwich and took a bite of it.
“Not bad,” Catwoman said as she
finished her taste.
“I’ll pass along your compliment Pthc Hussyfan Lolita to
the deli on the corner,” Batgirl said as she
picked up a can of soda and sat down in a
large comfortable chair. “Have a seat,”
she added, motioning to the adjacent
chair. “The doctor said you should at least
rest a little before you take to roof
hopping again.”
“Doctor?” Catwoman inquired.
“Well, I wanted to make sure the
bullet that grazed you really didn’t cause
any damaged,” Batgirl explained. Pthc Hussyfan Lolita “She
said the worse that you’d have is a little
headache.”
“I think I might question her
definition of little,” Catwoman said with a
cautious smile as she took a fruit drink
from the tray and sat down opposite her
unexpected hostess. “Not to sound too
ungrateful, but why?”
“Why all this you mean?” Batgirl
asked, “Why this and not a holding cell at
police headquarters?”
“Something like that,” Catwoman
said as she took another bite of her
sandwich.
“Well I guess the simple answer
would be that it’s in very poor taste to
arrest someone who just saved your life,”
Batgirl said.
“To be honest, I was there for the
girl,” Catwoman replied. “Saving your life
was just an accident of timing.”
“Well it was an accident that I’m
very grateful for,” Batgirl said, her voice
quite sincere.
“You’re welcome,” Catwoman smiled.
“Curiosity makes me want to ask why
you were there in the first place?
“Well to also give a simple answer,”
Catwoman replied. “The little girl’s mother
and I grew up together. She Pthc Hussyfan Lolita didn’t trust
the Police to Pthc Hussyfan Lolita care about just another poor
kid. I haven’t seen her for years, but she
still knew how to get in touch with me.”
“I can appreciate friendship like
that,” Batgirl said as she finished her own
sandwich. “It says a lot about a person.”
“I guess I should ask about this
place,” Catwoman asked as she indicated
the small studio apartment they were in.
“I’m assuming that this isn’t where you
really live.”
“No, I guess you would call it a safe
house of sorts, just an place to use when
you need it.”
She wasn’t about to explain that the
entire building was owned by a subsidy of
Wayne Enterprises and was one of a dozen
scattered around the city. Batman had
given her the location of them a few years
ago to use as she saw fit.
“I guess it serves,” Catwoman
commented as she took a longer look at
her surroundings. “Is this where you Pthc Hussyfan Lolita and
the Boy Wonder used to come and do the
nasty?” she laughed.
The question caught Batgirl
completely off guard. She’d almost
forgotten about their one brief prior
encounter during a robbery at the Gotham
Museum. An encounter in which, among
other things, Catwoman had revealed
knowledge of what Batgirl had thought a
well kept secret. Automatically her mind
flashed back to that night a few years
back.
Part Two It had been one of those nights
where nothing was going right. She had
ended her relationship with Robin only
days before and had gone on patrol alone.
Responding to a silent alarm at the
Gotham Museum, she’d interrupted a
robbery in progress. The two low caliber
thugs who had tripped the alarm systems
went down without her breaking much of a
sweat. She had just finished tying the
two of them up when the lights went out
around her.
“Who’s there?” Batgirl called out as
she spun around in the dark, reaching down
to her utility belt for a pair of infra-red
lenses.
Her only response was a soft
feminine laugh. Followed a moment later
by the muffled sound of a pair of boots
hitting the floor. Batgirl turned in the
direction of the noise but before she could
do anything, a blinding light exploded in
her eyes. It was disconcerting to have her
own tactics turned against her.
Batgirl’s disorientation only lasted a
few seconds, but it was enough for the
new arrival to grab her from behind and
slip a silken cord around her wrists, pulling
it tight. She heard the laugh once more
and then the overhead lighting came back
on as the emergency generators kicked in. Illuminated by the twin rows of
track lighting that covered the Pthc Hussyfan Lolita opposite
walls, her assailant stood revealed. Clad in
a skintight dark purple jumpsuit that
looked like it had been literally poured
onto her body, the intruder also wore a
tight fitting cowl with small cat ears. Up
to this moment, Batgirl had only seen her
in artist’s sketches, but there was little
doubt to her identity.
“You’re the Catwoman!” she said in
an excited voice.
“Congratulations. Did you figure
that out all by yourself?” Catwoman
laughed.
Confidently, the purple clad
huntress strode over to where Batgirl had
left the inept thieves. Slowly she shook
her head and lamented on the sorry class
of criminals these days.
“Wouldn’t you just know it,” she
said as she walked over to the large glass
case where a priceless and rare Egyptian
cat emerald was on display. “I spend over
a week casing this place. Then two hours
hiding out after closing time in a very
uncomfortable spot. Finally an hour
bypassing all of the alarms, only to have
one of these idiots trip the last of them
less than ten seconds before Pthc Hussyfan Lolita it would’ve
gone dead. Some days you just can’t win.”
Picking up one of the flashlights the
bungling burglars had dropped, Catwoman
swung it in a wide arc and smashed open
the display case.
“Sometimes the simplest solutions
are still the best,” she grinned as she
reached into the case and picked up the
gemstone.
Dropping her prize into a small bag
attached to her belt, Catwoman moved
over to Batgirl, stopping when their faces
were only a few inches apart.
“I hear you’ve been screwing the
junior Batman,” she said. “I admire your
taste. He’s both cute and a pretty nice
fuck.”
Batgirl didn’t know what to answer.
Her only thought was that if public
knowledge of her relationship with Robin
had reached that far, then she had ended
it just in time.
“I was his first, I don’t know if he
told you that,” she whispered in Batgirl’s
ear. “So every time he gets you off.
Every time you feel his tongue in your
pussy. Think of me cause I’m the one who
showed him how it’s done.”
Then without warning, Catwoman
grabbed the back of Batgirl’s cowl and
pulled their faces together. Batgirl was
startled by the abrupt feel of Catwoman’s
lips against her own, then by the even
more unanticipated touch of her tongue as
it invaded her mouth.
The kiss was endless as Catwoman
seemed to radiate more lust in a fully
clothed kiss than many lovers did naked in
bed. Batgirl was only dimly aware of the
feel of the feline fatale’s hands as they
cradled her cloth covered breasts.
“It’s a pity that time is so short and
the police so near.” Catwoman purred. “I’d
really love to show you how it’s done as
well. I’ve always had a thing for
redheads.”
One more brief kiss and she was
gone, leaving a Batgirl both embarrassed
and tantalizingly aroused.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Well, maybe once or twice,” Batgirl
found herself admitting.
“That still going on?” a curious
Catwoman asked. “You and the Boy
Wonder?”
“That sort of burned itself out a
while back,” Batgirl said, finding it strange
that he was being so open with this woman
who despite the events of the day, was
still a wanted criminal.
“Oh that’s right,” Catwoman
grinned, “I remember seeing a picture of
him with that alien woman from the Titans
in People once. What was her name, Cori
something or other?”
“Koriand’r” Batgirl corrected her.
“Oh yeah, that was it,” Catwoman
said. “Fantastic bod on her, I wouldn’t
mind checking that out myself.”
Batgirl felt a hot flush wash over
her body. The first time she had actually
met Robin’s new love, her reaction had
been pretty much the same. Of course
she found herself involved with her own
alien lover soon after, and she wouldn’t
have traded her relationship with
Supergirl for anything in the world. Even
now, after they had gone on to different
loves, she still considered Kara her best
friend.
The memory of her time with the
Girl of Steel reminded Batgirl that at the
moment, there was no one special in her
life. As Barbara Gordon, she’d been dating
Jason Bard on and off but that was going
nowhere. Her only real sexual satisfaction
these days had been coming from what she
had jokingly termed, the Bat-vibrator.
“I’m curious,” Catwoman said as she
settled back in her chair, obviously
beginning to enjoy the verbal exchange.
“How did you wind up as Batgirl? I’ve
always wondered about things like that.”
“Tell you what,” Batgirl replied,
“Keeping in mind that there are aspects
that I’m sure each of us would rather keep
private, I’ll trade you stories.”
“That sounds fair,” the Princess of
Plunder answered. “In fact, I’ll even go
first.”
Batgirl quickly accepted her offer
to go first. Going second would give her
the opportunity to decide how much of her
own story she actually wanted to tell.
“Well I guess the place to start is
at the beginning,” Catwoman smiled as she
took another fruit juice from the table.
“Like a lot of people born where I was, I
didn’t have the best of beginnings. Not
that I’m going to blame that as the cause
of the choices I’ve made in my life.”
She paused to take a long drink of
her juice.
The Feline Fatale went on, telling
how she married very young to a man
almost old enough to be her father. At
the time, he seemed to be the answer to
all of her dreams. He instead turned Pthc Hussyfan Lolita out
to be the stuff of her worst nightmares.
A Pthc Hussyfan Lolita Jekyll/Hyde personality, he
alternated between showering her with
gifts and fists. One such incident left her
lying in a hospital bed, filled with the
determination that no one would ever
control her life again. She never went
back to him and his lawyers made sure the
divorce sailed through the courts, leaving
her not even the gifts of jewelry he had
given her.
Practically tossed out on the
streets, she learned the crafts that would
eventually lead to her becoming one of the
most skilled cat burglars in the world.
Without going into details on how she had
managed it, the woman who would become
Catwoman traveled the world, learning
from Pthc Hussyfan Lolita
the best there was.
The greatest testament to how well
she had learned her skill was that while
she had been suspected of many famous
robberies, she had never been so much as
charged with any crime or spent so much
as a night in jail. That incident with
Batgirl had been one of the very few times
she had ever been seen.
“What eventually happened to your
husband?” a curious Batgirl asked.
“Strangest thing,” Catwoman
answered. “A few years after I left,
someone cracked the safe in his country
home. Aside from a few hundred thousand
dollars worth of jewelry, some of which
were things he had bought for me, the
thief also made off with papers outlining
his complicity in some highly illegal
business dealings. Specifically, trade with
a middle eastern country which is still
under a trade embargo.”
Batgirl could take the story from
there, it had been the lead on every
network for almost a month. The papers
mysteriously wound up on the desk of a
rising U.S. Attorney General one morning,
someone who was smart enough to use the
prosecution that resulted from them to
make a name for himself. Currently, he
was finishing his second term as the Mayor
of a major northeastern city.
“And the jewels?” Batgirl asked.
“It’s funny but I don’t think he ever
even reported them as stolen.”
“Well I guess now it’s my turn,”
Batgirl said. “In the beginning, the very
idea of being a costumed crimefighter was
the furthest thing from my mind.”
She explained how her first Batgirl
outfit had actually been made to wear at a
costume party. On the way out to the
event, she had stumbled upon a kidnapping
in progress, the victim being a rather
prominent citizen. Trained in both the
martial arts as well as being an almost
Olympic class athlete, she had jumped into
the fray without really thinking about the
danger.
“I never imagined the incredible
rush that could come from something like
that,” Batgirl said. “It was exciting and
addictive. By the time I got home that
night, I knew I’d wear that costume again.”
“I can understand the rush,”
Catwoman agreed, having felt much the
same thing the night she had taken back
from her ex-husband what was rightfully
hers. A long pause followed as each
woman looked at the other. Batgirl could
only guess at what was on Catwoman’s
mind, but she realized half way through
the master thief’s story the attraction
she was feeling for the beautiful woman
across from her.
The redhead thought back to the
night Catwoman had kissed her at the
Museum, a kiss that had stayed with her
for many months after. Even though she’d
had several female lovers since then, the
thought of what it might’ve be like with
Catwoman seemed to come back time after
time. It was like forbidden fruit, the
more you knew you shouldn’t have it, the
more you wanted it. That look of wanting must’ve been
highly evident on Batgirl’s face, otherwise
the next words out of Catwoman’s mouth
made her out as a mindreader.
“You know, the night is still quite
young,” she said with a knowing smile,
“and it would be a shame to waste this
apartment, or the bed.”
Batgirl opened her mouth to issue a
false statement of shock that the purple
garbed woman would even suggest such a
thing. That feeble protest died unborn as
Catwoman leaned over and kissed Batgirl.
A kiss as sweet and inviting as it had been
that night years before.
“My name is Selina,” she said as
their lips parted.
“Barbara,” came the reply in a voice
filled with a sense of surrender as the all
too human Batgirl relinquished the Mantle
of the Bat for the needs of the flesh. Barbara felt herself falling into a
swirling whirlpool as Selina’s mouth again
found hers. There was a sexual hunger in
Catwoman unlike anything the younger
woman had ever experienced. A craving
she found herself all too willing to
surrender to.
As their lips met, a jolt of erotic
electricity passed between them. It was a
lust forbidden, one that few would ever
understand. Barbara felt Selina’s hands
on her breasts. Hands that brought
pleasure with their strength. She could
feel her nipples responding beneath her
costume, growing hard and anxious.
Using one hand, the Feline Fatale
undid Batgirl’s cape and utility belt as she
continued her enticements. A moment
later, a pair of bright yellow gloves joined
them on the floor.
Batgirl kissed Selina with equal
passion as the older woman grabbed the
bottom of her gray shirt and pulled the
top of her Pthc Hussyfan Lolita costume up and over her still
masked head. Tossing it aside, Selina’s
attention immediately returned to the now
exposed mounds, covered only by a thin
black sports bra.
A bra that gave way just as easily
as Selina slid her fingers beneath it and
pushed it up, exposing the soft rounded
flesh beneath it. Nimble fingers played
against the excited nipples as hard nails
pressed into soft flesh. A combination
that fueled a rising passion. Desire that
grew in intensity as they were replaced by
the sweet softness of the Catwoman’s
mouth.
“Oh yes!” the woman under the
bat-cowl called out as she felt her nipple
disappear inside Selina’s mouth.
The arch criminal’s talented tongue
worked its magic on Barbara’s breasts,
drawing out every once of pleasure they
possessed. The combination of gentle
tickling and soft bites, pleasure and pain,
was enough to bring the redhead to the
edge.
Barbara moaned even louder as
Selina continued to play with her nipples
with both her hands and mouth. Skillfully
her tongue traced the outline of the small
pink circles before pressing her face deep
within the valley between.
Her tongue licked every inch of
exposed flesh, planting kisses along the
way. Barbara slid her hands under her
breasts, lifting them it to give her new
lover greater access. Selina eagerly
accepted the gesture and continued to
deliver even more of the pleasure she’d
given already. Quickly shifting from
mound to mound, she also slid a hand down
between Barbara’s legs and rubbed the
still covered delights between them.
Just as it seemed that Barbara
couldn’t take any more, Selina abruptly
stopped her affections and broke their
embrace. Stepping back a few feet, she
reached behind her and undid the hidden
zipper that held her form fitting catsuit in
place. Quickly it joined her previously
discarded catsclaws on the floor. In no
time at all, she was totally bare.
Following Selina’s lead, Barbara
quickly rid herself of the rest of her
costume as well, leaving a pair of thin
white lace panties that barely covered her
small red mound. She had seen Catwoman
out of costume earlier, yet still felt an
urgent excitement watching her disrobe
again.
Her hand went to the mask still
concealing her face and hesitated. It was
the last wall to the woman beneath. A thin
cloth barrier that she wasn’t sure she was
ready yet to discard.
“That’s okay,” Selina said as she
saw her hesitation. “Leave it on. It’s
more kinky that way.” she laughingly
added.
Stepping back to Batgirl, Selina
took her hand away from her cowl and
kissed it, taking her fingers in her mouth
one by one. Then she placed Barbara’s
hand on her right breast, inviting her to
repeat Selina’s earlier actions. An
invitation Batgirl eagerly accepted,
pressing her face between Selina’s
mounds.
Barbara kissed Selina’s breast,
running her tongue across the soft flesh.
Selina gave out a small moan in response to
her touch. Barbara took her time, darting
her tongue to and fro, tracing wide circles
around the rigid nipples. She tickled it
with her tongue, then glided it between
her lips.
Selina held Barbara’s head in place,
running her fingers through the long red
hair that hung from beneath her cowl.
The rush of excitement she felt as the
heroine sucked at her breast was
different than any she had felt from
previous lovers. Part of her wished she
could see the face of the girl behind the
mask, if only to fully appeciate the beauty
she knew would be found there.
As Barbara continued to orally
please Selina, the dark haired woman took
the opportunity to slide her hands down to
Barbara’s waist and under the band of her
thin panties. Tightening her grip, she
pulled along the seam, ripping the fragile
material in half.
The gossamer cloth fluttered to the
ground as Selina’s hand once more moved
between Barbara’s legs. This time her
finger slid right past the tightly trimmed
red mound and inside the nude Darknight
Damsel.
She held Barbara’s mouth tight
against her breasts as she moved, first a
second finger, then a third to join the
first. Slowly at first, then with increasing
rabidity, she moved her fingers in and out
of the masked woman. With each new
resounding movement, she sent a pulsing
tremor through Batgirl’s already quaking
body.
Barbara’s legs felt weak beneath
her as Selina continued with her expert
manipulations. It was a sweet, wonderful
weakness. One that she hadn’t felt for a
very long time.
Lost in her enjoyment, Barbara was
caught off guard by a sudden movement as
Selina withdrew her hand and pulled the
redhead’s legs from under her. The
unanticipated loss of balance caused
Barbara to fall backward, dropping onto
the adjacent bed,
Selina followed right after her,
taking hold of each of Barbara’s legs and
lifting them apart. Bending downward,
Selina lowered her face between them,
her tongue following the path within the
bright red patch that her fingers had
blazed. An anxious path to the delights
beneath.
Like a kitten with a saucer of milk,
Selina’s tongue darted in and out of her
prize, savoring the sweet nectar found
there. An appreciation that was just as
enjoyable to both women. It was a skill
that she had learned early in her life, and
as with all her skills, one she had honed to
perfection.
“Oh Selina!” Barbara gasped as she
balled the sheet beneath her in her hands,
the fires within her rising to a boiling
point.
The scent of rising lust, coupled
with Barbara’s encouragement, was like
catnip, driving Selina even harder. She
pressed her pulsating mouth closer and
now took the excited clit before her into
her mouth as well. It took all of Barbara’s will power
to push Selina away. Just long enough for
the two of them to change position so that
she could enjoy Selina’s fruits as well.
Barbara didn’t have Selina’s years
of experience, but she did have some very
good teachers. Nimble fingers and a
highly charged desire quickly closed the
gap between the two women. In no time at
all, they were both well on the road to
orgasm.
Both bodies gyrated faster and
faster, driven on by the lust radiating
from the other. Heartbeats raced as
naked flesh burned with desire. A desire
ready to explode.
Explode it did, with an intensity
that surprised both of them. Barbara felt
as if her body was turning inside out as
every pore seemed to burst with the
aftermath of their passions. Selina
likewise was enjoying an unfamiliar level of
ecstasy.
Both bodies jerked violently as they
were consumed by the bodyquake that
ripped through each Pthc Hussyfan Lolita of them. An upheaval
that seemed strongest in Barbara. Her
vision blurred and for the first time in her
life, she felt herself blacking out. Not
even Supergirl had ever done that to her. Consciousness returned to the
woman called Batgirl as she lifted her
head off the bed and looked around the
room. Barbara wasn’t sure exactly how
much time had passed as she took in her
surroundings, but she was positive it
couldn’t have been more than a few
minutes.
Covered in sweat, she sat up on the
edge of the bed and reached up to the
cowl still covering her face. Pthc Hussyfan Lolita Undoing the
hidden clasp, she pulled off the mask she
had worn all during their lovemaking.
Barbara ran her hands through her
long red hair. Her body was filled with
both a sense of exhaustion as well as one
of exhilaration. No sexual experience in
her life had ever been as satisfying as
those few moments when the two of them
had passed through the gates of heaven
and hell.
A glance at the floor when she had
first opened her eyes revealed only her
costume scattered across the carpet. She
knew she was alone and Catwoman was long
gone. As she thought about it some more,
she had a brief impression of a last kiss
good-bye. A tingling she could still feel on
her lips as she gently ran her fingers
across them.
Gathering up her costume, she
carried it into the bathroom and tossed it
in the corner. Reaching into the shower,
she turned on the water and let it run until
a small cloud of steam began to fill the
room.
The tepid water felt invigorating as
Barbara stepped under the showerhead,
clearing away the last vestiges of fog from
her thoughts. Yet even as her Pthc Hussyfan Lolita mind
cleared and she washed the remnants of
their lovemaking from her body, a single
image burned in her memory. An image of
the most beautiful green eyes she had
ever seen.
Eyes like emeralds, so like those of
a cat. No, not a cat, she thought as she
splashed water on her face, the eyes of a
tigress.
As she stepped from the shower
and wrapped a towel around her, one last
thought filled her mind. The next time
she looked into those eyes, and there
definitely was going to be a next time,
there would be no mask to prevent Selina
from looking just as deep into hers.End
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