I don't own these characters. I just want to play dolls with them.
Batgirl in Bondage
“Oh,
hell.”
Batgirl
rattled the bars of the human sized bird cage one more time. She’d lost her
footing and fallen from the rafters while spying on the Penguin. The fall knocked
her out, but fortunately her pride was the only thing hurt. Unfortunately, that wasn’t helped by being
locked up in this cage just barely tall enough to stand up and turn around it.
She couldn’t stretch at all.
He’d
also taken her belt, leaving her with only a hairpin to attempt the sturdy
lock.
It
wasn’t going anywhere, either.
A
rustle in the dark told her she wasn’t alone. She peered into the gloom.
A
shadow whooshed overhead. A flash of blue and black had her sagging against the
bars.
“Nightwing,”
she breathed.
Strong
legs flexed as the former Boy Wonder landed in front of the cage. “Don’t worry,
Batgirl. I’ve have you out of there in no time.”
He
reached for his belt, but before he could pull the lock picks from a pouch,
bolos wrapped around his body. He dropped to the floor with an uncomfortable
sounding thud.
“Oh,
I don’t think so, young ones,” a feline voice called from the corner. “I have
plans and escape is nowhere on that list.”
“What
do you want?”
They
called out at the same time.
The
click of high heels heralded the burglar’s approach. Unusually enough,
Catwoman’s usually modest full body suit was unzipped down past her breasts.
Well
shaped and generous breasts, Babs noticed, starting to sweat a bit. She
discreetly tugged at the collar of her own costume.
“What
do I want?” she asked, her hips swaying with each casual step towards the
captured pair. “To get my rocks off.”
Nightwing
shifted, but not before Babs could see a betraying bulge grow in his briefs.
Oh, the bird had the hots for the cat, did he?
Great.
All those times she’d sparred with him in her jumpsuit with no panties and he
never noticed. Fine. She could handle that. But Catwoman? What did she have that Babs didn’t?
It
wasn’t fair.
Catwoman’s
green eyes flicked over the man, lingering at his green briefs. But her gaze
quickly settled on Bab’s breasts. “I set my trap just for you, pretty bat, not
the harbinger of spring.” She stepped over Nightwing and with a move too fast
even for Batgirl to follow, cuffed Bab’s wrists to the bars of the cage. Babs
shook the thick plastic, but they held steady.
Helpless.
“He might be a nice
dessert, but you are my dinner.”
With
that, the beautiful, bad, bold, sexy woman ran her gloved hand down Bab’s hip. Shivers followed the hot touch.
Thousands of forbidden dreams raced through Batgirl’s head. All the times she’d
been treated to a view of Catwoman’s luscious behind as they chased her over
the rooftops, or saw the jiggle of breast under vinyl. Had all those been a
long, calculated tease for her? Someone saw her as desirable instead of just a
sidekick’s sidekick?
Seduced,
Bab’s body swayed closer to Catwoman’s insidiously gentle touch.
“Hey,
let her go!” Dick protested.
Catwoman
nudged his ribs with pointed toe of her boot. “And keep you, instead? You think
you are fooling anyone?”
Nightwing
hissed at the contact, but his gaze never strayed from the view of feminine
hands on Batgirl’s body.
Catwoman
snapped her fingers, drawing his attention. “If, and only if, you are very
good, you will be allowed to complete your arousal. You are here only by
accident. The Penguin was supposed to keep you and Batman too busy to try to
ruin my plans for the evening. But since you are here…” she shrugged. “You get
to watch me get what I want from the treasure you so ignorantly disregard.”
With
that, she found the hidden center zip for Bab’s costume and drew the tiny metal
tab down, down, down, past her breasts, past her navel, all the way down to the
top of her panties.
By
now soaked panties.
Even
aroused beyond all telling, Babs knew who touched her. Selina Kyle’s
distinctive blue eyes blinked at her behind that sexy cat burglar mask. She
blushed, remembering how the older woman had flirted with her at the
Policeman’s Ball earlier in the week.
Full
lips curved in an amused smile, Selina peeled the fabric away from Bab’s body,
exposing her bare breasts to the cool night air. Her pink nipples puckered and
lifted. Shivers of embarrassment made her breasts swell even more even as Babs
hid her face in her shoulder.
Long
fingers traced the curve of Bab’s breasts. Dick’s groan echoed against Selina’s
purr. A satisfied smile crinkled the corners of Catwoman’s red painted mouth.
“Pretty. Very
pretty.” Then those red, red lips
descended and enfolded a begging nipple.
The sucking sent
scorching lines of arousal down Bab’s body, from nipple to clit to mouth to
nipple again burning her until even the backs of her knees felt aching and
sweaty. Her cunt pushed against the seam of her costume.
An unexpected hiss
opened Bab’s eyes. A quick glance down showed her Nightwing wiggling next to
Selina’s boot, his lips busy on the other woman’s thigh.
With her free hand
buried in Dick’s hair, Selina wrested him away from her own body. Making him
crawl on his knees, she forced him over to the cage and shoved his face into
Bab’s crotch.
“Make her cum,
clever bird. Let’s see what happens when you both finally get what you want.”
She couldn’t help
it. Babs lifted her legs and braced them against the bars of the cage, letting Nightwing
have his fill of her pussy. Frustration at the lack of proper friction moved
her hips hard as his lips moved.
“Tsk.
Hold on,” Selina said. A final tug of the zipper, and Batgirl’s costume hung
free, held in place only by the cuffs and her boots.
“Oh,
sweet God,” Bab’s moaned as Dick’s tongue darted into her wet, slippery cunt.
He moaned and slurped just like a man enjoying a delicious meal. Selina’s mouth
went back to work at Bab’s nipples.
Arousal
never felt like this when she was alone in bed, dreaming of bodies against her.
The muscles in her lower body clenched, curling her pubis tighter and tighter
as the orgasm wound its way up.
Then
somehow Selina managed to reach her hand around Bab’s ass and shoved fingers in
Bab’s aching vagina, tipping her over the edge.
A
scream pulled her throat back as the orgasm exploded again and again, sending
her muscles into spasm. As the shudders loosed, she hung in the cage by her
wrists. Pleasure warred with sadness. Surely Catwoman would let them go now,
and Babs would be alone again.
“No
worries, little bat,” a voice whispered in her ear.
Babs
opened her eyes. Catwoman stood naked in front of her and Nightwing. “I’m
nowhere near done.”
A
bit more pushing and shoving and Catwoman had Nightwing’s erect cock poised at
Bab’s gate. Limber as one of her cats, Selina climbed the cage, her wet pussy
just inches away from Bab’s mouth.
“Now,
fuck her. Fuck her until she can’t see straight.”
Eagerness
clear even under his mask, Nightwing shoved his cock hard into Babs. And how
did he fit! A slight upward curve to his penis made Dick’s strokes a perfect
hit against the sensitive spot on the top of her vagina. Even with his arms
still bound by the bolo’s ties, he managed to set a grueling pace.
“And
now, to repay your Mistress for the favors,” Selina whispered. “Pleasure me.”
Thousands
of hours of fantasies of pussy didn’t measure up to the reality of Catwoman’s
salty quim riding Bab’s tongue. As curved hips snapped against her face, Babs
heard Selina talking.
“Oh,
yes, the two of you belong to me, now, don’t you?”
Babs
vigorously nodded – anything to keep this pleasure going.
Dick gasped out,
“Yes, Mistress.”
At their
compliance, Selina grabbed Bab’s head and demanded, “Then make me cum all
night, you good slaves.”
Many hours later,
when Batman finally stopped the Penguin, he backtracked his way to where he’d
lost Batgirl and Nightwing. Under his cowl, his eyebrows rose to his hairline.
Selina, Dick, and Babs lay in a sweaty, naked heap on their discarded costumes.
Dick and Babs flanked Selina, both of them half asleep with a nipple in their
mouths and drowsy fingers rubbing her clit.
Selina looked up
from her pile of love slaves and said, “What kept you? I expected you twenty
minutes ago. Get over here.”
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