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Catwoman - Double Standard
Author Unknown


Chapter 1

The powerful car glided through the streets of Gotham, as black as
the night it prowled.  The driver quickly scanned the instruments,
and dimmed the lights. As the car approached the museum, the growl
of the engine also faded away. Silent as a shadow and dark as a
nightmare, the vehicle coasted to a stop.  It wasn't the car, of
course, that made a certain class of people afraid.  It was the
occupant.

Leaping from the cockpit, eyes fully adjusted to the darkness in
the alley, the masked crimefighter cast a line with an oddly
shaped hook up the side of the building and quickly began to
climb.  The alarms in the building had been disabled, but the
criminals had missed a few special devices left there the previous
night. Those signals were coming from the second floor, in a room
where new acquisitions were inspected and prepared.  The latest
shipment was Egyptian, and an obvious target for at least one of
the state's more colorful criminals.

Black and dark purple fading to invisibility in the shadowed side-
alley.  Entry was made on the third floor.  Some criminals
expected a certain crimefighter to enter by the window, and
predictability was something to be avoided.  They would be
watching the windows, as well as the elevator and the lower
stairwells.  Doom would strike them from above.

The first guard never saw what hit him.  A sharp kick to the back
of his head, powered by a leap from the landing above, sent him to
oblivion with no alarm raised.  He would wake up in jail.

The second lookout fell as quickly, a sharp blow behind the ear
sending him to join his cohort in unconsciousness.

After trussing the guards in special plastic ties, the shadowed
figure glided towards the inspection room.  A gentle scratch on
the door caught one thug's curiosity, and he pushed the door open
an inch to see.  An inch was enough to reveal the thug's position,
and a sharp kick to the door drove him across the room, and into
painful slumber.  Then the two faced each other.  One stood by a
wooden table, caressing a pair of perfectly match onyx cats,
priceless on the international market.

"Catwoman!', growled the gravelly voice.

"Two-Face!", replied the crime-fighter, ready for battle.

The gangster chuckled slightly at the sight of the athletic woman
facing him. "I was expecting someone else, but you'll do until the
real thing comes along." Drawing his matched automatic pistols, he
opened fire on the figure framed in the open doorway.

At least, she had been in the doorway.  As the guns came out, she
took a half step back, vanishing immediately into the shadows,
like the Cheshire cat.  The guns fired into empty darkness.

From the shadows beyond came the taunting voice, "Black cats are
bad luck, Two-face, and all cats are black in the dark."

"Castor, Pollux, get her!", snarled the bifurcate badman.  Two
heavy set men moved like a pair of middle-linebackers towards the
door, and the darkness beyond.  Twoface waited, casually tossing
his lucky coin.  What would it decide?  This lady had played both
sides of the law, which appealed to him. But she had upset his
plans, appearing where he had expected the Batman, and he hated
that type of surprise.  What would her fate be?  Live or die?

He heard the sharp crack of a whip, followed by a heavy thud.  One
down. A burst of gunfire, a cry of rage, and another body hit the
floor. "Two for two.", he mused.  Pity there was only one of her.
Batman and Robin were a pair, to be divided or joined.  Dynamic
Duo.  He could relate to that. But cats were solitary, and this
one was no exception.  And even with all his thugs gone, he had
her outnumbered two to one.

Catwoman finished securing the terrible twins, and moved towards
the back room once again.  The two bruisers might have been a
challenge in a fair fight, but she didn't fight fair.  She had
lured them from a lit room into a dark one. Her eyes were already
adjusted to that darkness, while they had been fighting blind.
Even so, taking them out had taken time.

As she re-entered the inspection room, she saw only the one thug
she had knocked out with the door.  Twoface was gone.  But this
man wasn't as badly hurt as the others.  He could be made to talk.
She started towards him, but never made it.  Something slammed
into the back of her head, and the floor hit her in the face.  As
she fell, she realized her mistake.  She had forgotten that Two-
Face's goons always worked in pairs.  She had only taken out one
thug in this room.

* * * * *

Twoface stood over the fallen adventuress, hefting a statue in one
hand. She was good, quick and lethal, but a stone cat to the head
had put her down fast.  She couldn't take a punch like the Batman.
Drawing his .44 caliber pistol with one hand, he tossed his coin
with the other, setting the wheel of fate in motion.  The double-
headed coin tumbled in the air and fell into his waiting palm...
good-heads.  Regretfully, he re-holstered his gun, gathered his
gang, and left.

Catwoman watched the murderous maniac through slitted eyes as he
left.  The blow to the head had indeed stunned her, but she was
tougher than Two-Face had given her credit for.  She had been
waiting for him to get close enough for her to use her
considerable martial skills.  She would have moved if he had
actually aimed that gun at her.

She came to her feet in a single, fluid motion, ready to pursue.
Perhaps she had miscalculated her injury, or maybe she simply
stood up too fast, but the room spun around her, and she had to
lean against the table to keep from falling again.  Carefully, she
bent over and placed her head between her knees, and waited for
her vision to clear.

She heard Two-face's car as he left, the powerful twin-cam, dual
exhaust roadster roaring off into the night.  But where?

Feeling a bit shakey, the feline huntress decided to take the
stairs down, instead of going out the window.  She would place an
anonymous call to the police from her car.

* * * * *

"What's for dinner?", roared the two-toned gangster as he entered
his abode.  A pair of shapely blondes took turns answering him.

"Sweet and Sour Duck", replied the vision in black silk.

"Twice-baked chicken and refried beans", countered her leather-
clad cohort.

"Leftovers again?", snarled the gangster.  "I love it!"  But as he
settled down to eat, his thoughts kept going back to Catwoman.  He
was, of course, his own mirror image.  Handsome and hideous,
subtle and direct, cultured and crude. Once Harvey Dent, crusading
DA, he was now Two-face, master criminal.

But she was a reflection as well, from a different mirror.  Female
to his male, a woman who was a master criminal when he had upheld
the law.  Love for the Batman had changed her, just as hatred for
the Bat had changed him.  Now, she upheld the law, and he was the
master criminal.  It was like a dance, his movements mirroring
hers.  The symmetry appealed to him.

The symmetry of her body had also appealed to him.  Firm, shapely
thighs, sensuous curves, and two of the largest, most perfect
breasts he had ever seen in either of his lives.  Her costume,
like a second skin, a coat of paint against her body, highlighted
her hips, and the twin globes of her ass.  Sugar and Spice were
undeniably beautiful, but Catwoman was twice the woman that either
of them were.  And Two-face was twice the man that Batman was.  He
wanted her, particularly if his hated foe, Batman, wanted to keep
her for himself.  Love and hate melded in his twisted mind, and he
ate his meals in uncharacteristic silence.

* * * *

Catwoman prowled the streets of Gotham in her custom black
Corvette, watching the scanner set into the extended dashboard.
The signal from the bugs she had placed in the twin cats was
intermittent, constantly interrupted by intervening buildings.
She had it narrowed down to a five-block area, but that was still
too much territory to search.

She wondered for a moment if she should call Batman.  His
Batcopter could rise above the obstacles, and make this job a
snap. As Selena Kyle, she had met Bruce Wayne, and they became
friends. As Catwoman and Batman they had faced each other as
enemies.  When they discovered each other's secrets, love had won
out and she had quit her life of crime.  She would love the chance
to work with him now, but wanted their first professional
partnership to be a meeting between equals. She couldn't call him,
asking for help.

Finally, an idea struck her.  Two-face was a gangster, in the
style of old Chicago.  He was also insane, with a fixation on
pairs and sets.  Accessing the Internet from her laptop, she
called up an old map of Gotham.  One where the individual
neighborhoods still had names.

"Purrrfect", she chortled, patting her PC affectionately.  "Maybe
I should start calling this my Cat-Computer". The area she was
looking at was called Twin Bridges.  It was divided up the middle
by 22nd street, and split crossways by Doubletree Lane. And there,
at the corner of 22nd and Doubletree, was the Heads or Tails
Mirror Factory.

"How do people like Two-face find these places?", she wondered.
"And why is it that the police can't?"

Catwoman parked her car in an alley down the block from the
suspected hideout, and easily scaled the wall of the nearest
building.  She would approach the place via the rooftops, so there
was no way she could be spotted coming in.

Leaping the gaps between the aging structures with feline grace,
she closed in on her prey.  She cat-footed her way across the old
roof, both for silence and for safety.  These old buildings had
been abandoned for a reason:  They were unsafe, and a mis-step
might send her crashing through the fragile old roof. Her cat-
burglar skills made picking the lock on the roof door easy, and
she made her way inside.

She dropped silently to the second floor, expecting trouble all
the way.  She encountered none.  The floor was skewed, giving the
entire place a Dali-esque look.  "Hmm", she muttered.  "Looks like
some of my old haunts."  Spotting a single set of footprints in
the dust, Catwoman set off in search of her prey.

The trail led into an old storage room which still held an
assortment of mirrors stacked against the walls.  From there, it
lead to a large mirror, and stopped.

Catwoman examined the mirror carefully.  It appeared to be leaning
against the wall, but when she tried to move it it became apparent
that it was attached. Closer examination showed fingerprints by
one edge of the glass.

Placing her hand at the same spot, she pushed.  Silently, the
mirror rotated in its frame, exposing a dimly lit hidden room.
Stealthily, she slipped inside. And came face to face with a pair
of heavy set men, each with a shotgun leveled at her.

Chapter 2

Catwoman examined the mirror carefully.  It appeared to be leaning 
against the wall, but when she tried to move it it became apparent 
that it was attached. Closer examination showed fingerprints by 
one edge of the glass.

Placing her hand at the same spot, she pushed.  Silently, the 
mirror rotated in its frame, exposing a dimly lit hidden room.  
Stealthily, she slipped inside. And came face to face with a pair 
of heavy set men, each with a shotgun leveled at her.

She examined the men slowly, waiting for them to act, praying that 
they wouldn't fire.  The room had two doors, aside from the mirror 
she had entered through.  The thugs were almost identical in 
appearance, except for the long red weal around the throat of the 
man on the left.  Catwoman recognized her own handiwork, the 
signature of her whip being quite distinct.  She knew that the 
other man had a large bruise at the base of his skull.  She knew 
because she had put it there at the museum.

Watching for the slight shift in weight they would have to make 
just before they fired, Catwoman decided to break the silence.   
If she could get close enough to either one, the other would be 
unable to use the scatter-gun without killing his own brother.  
Time to walk and talk. "So, boys, why am I still alive?", she 
asked.  "Not that I'm complaining, mind you.  I'm just curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat.", came a gravelly voice over a hidden 
speaker.

"But satisfaction brought her back.", replied Catwoman, finishing 
the quote. "And you never answered my question, Two-Face."

"It's an old game, Catwoman.  One I had planned for your 
boyfriend.  You get one chance to live, and one to die.  One of 
the doors leads to the outside. The other leads to me.  You get to 
pick the door."

Catwoman eyed the hefty thugs for a moment.  "And all I have to do 
is get past the Rover boys here?"

"No, they're there to help you, if you can figure out how.  You 
get one, and only one question.  You can ask it of either of my 
boys.  But I warn you, one of them always lies, and the other one 
always tells the truth.  Understand the game?"

"Purr-fectly.  It's called 'Lady and the Tiger'.  Tell me, Two-
face, why the games at all?  You were always more direct."

"Sometimes I am, and sometimes I'm not."

"Doesn't anyone just do murder anymore?", she muttered quietly as 
she considered her options.  After a moment, Catwoman decided that 
she would rather catch Two-face, since her escape meant that he 
would as well.  Approaching the nearest thug, she rested one hand 
on his shoulder.  Leaning close, she asked her question: "If I 
were to ask your friend here which door led outside, what would 
his answer be?", she asked with confidence.

"Huh?", asked the guard, in confusion.  "If you asked him what?"

Catwoman realized that, although her question was the classic 
answer to this paradox, the thugs were just too thick for it to 
work.  She considered explaining that, by involving both men in 
the question, she should have guaranteed a wrong answer.  
Instead...

"Whoof", went the guard as she buried her right knee in the man's 
solar-plexus. Snapping the same leg back in a straight kick, she 
caught the other thug solidly in the gut as he charged to help his 
partner.  Wipping her arm around in a vicious sweep, she raked her 
clawed glove across the man's face, leaving four parallel cuts 
from his cheek to his ear.  Completing the spin, she drove the 
heel of her other hand into his chin, snapping his head back as if 
he had hit a wall.  He crumpled slowly to the ground, eyes open 
but unseeing.

Now that she could apply all of her considerable charms to a 
single target, she gently straightened the first guard up as he 
struggled for breath.

"Here", she purred.  "Let me help you."  With one sharp strike, 
she brought her hand smartly into the man's groin, planting her 
claws below, and to either side of his family jewels.  Adrenaline 
did what will-power had failed at:  He drew a reflexive breath, 
fear loosening his stunned diaphragm nicely.

"Now that I have your attention", she muttered in his ear, "If you 
don't tell me where Two-face is, I'm going to close my hand, and 
you will sing soprano for the rest of your life."

The man's eyes were wide with fear.  He had started to draw away 
from her, but the threat if immanent castration froze him in 
place. "H-h-he's though there.", the man stammered wildly, 
indicating the right hand door.

"Good.", purred the cat turned tiger.  "Now hold still, and this 
won't hurt a bit."  With her free hand she struck the second man 
as she had the first, dislocating his jaw and driving it back into 
the nerve masses under the ears. The pain drove him to 
unconsciousness before he hit the floor.  "Ok, I lied.  It did 
hurt.  Sue me."

Laying out the thugs, side by side, she quickly searched them, 
then secured them with their belts and shoelaces.

Creeping to the door, she listened intently, then opened it.  
Then, after looking around for a moment, she stood up and strode 
through in disgust.  Both doors led into the same outer chamber.

"Two-face, you moron", she yelled to the empty room.  "What kind 
of death-trap is this?"

"The simple kind", came a voice from above as a net landed on her.

Catwoman began clawing at the netting, trying to slice through 
with the blades in her gloves.  But she was grabbed from behind in 
a heavy tackle, and her arms were pinned to her sides.  Within 
seconds, strong hands had peeled off her gloves, while other hands 
wrapped her more tightly in the restraining net.  A bag was pulled 
over her head, which made it hard to breath, and impossible to 
see.

She struggled hard, but was overcome by sheer weight of numbers.  
Hands clutched at her breasts and bottom, others poked through the 
netting in an attempt to probe her vagina.  She yowled and kicked, 
but could not avoid the grasping, groping hands of Two-face's men.

Then she felt a sharp sting in her buttock, and the world began to 
swim.  They had used some type of drug on her.

* * * * *

Catwoman awoke with a pounding headache, and was happy about it.  
It meant she was alive.  She tried to get up, and couldn't.  She 
quickly realized that she was tied to some sort of metal frame.  
No, not tied.  Strapped.  The reclining frame supported her back, 
shoulders, hips and legs, but left her almost no room to move.

Looking around, she seemed to be seeing double.  Standing across 
from her was a man in a black and white suit, counterpointing the 
man's face and hair.  There was a pair of identical blond women 
flanking him, and they were all discussing something in low 
voices.  The room itself was also divided in half.  One side 
looked like a bridal suite, all white lace and pink satin 
cushions.  The other half was darker, both in color and in mood, 
apparently decorated in early De-Sade.

Two-face had seen her move, and approached her. "Well, Catwoman", 
began the gangster.  "I would like to apologize for the rough 
treatment."  Pausing to glance at the silver coin he was tossing, 
George Raft style, he continued, "But I won't.  Duo-caine can put 
most people out for hours, but you keep surprising me."

"Cat's are very resistant to most tranquilizers", she replied.  
Her gloves had been taken, as had her tool belt.  So much for easy 
escapes.

Strolling casually to the bondage frame, Two-Face rested his hand 
on Catwoman's breast, spreading his fingers slightly so as to 
capture her nipple between two of them.  "So, tell me how you 
found my place?", he asked, pinching her tender tip just a bit for 
emphasis.

Catwoman hissed at the man-handling and clenched her teeth.  It 
wouldn't hurt to tell him but, like her namesake, refused to yield 
when pushed.

Two-face smiled and increased the pressure, kneading and squeezing 
with more force now.  He loved the feel of her tit, the way it 
completely filled his hand, the way it sprang back after he 
squeezed it.  He felt her nipple stiffen a bit.

"Come on, you're going to do what I want, one way or the other.  
Either I get you to talk, or I get to play with you.  Either way, 
I win.  Fight me, and I get to win both ways."  Placing his other 
hand between her parted thighs, he began rubbing her clit through 
the thin fabric of her costume.

Catwoman twisted as far as her bonds would allow, but the 
lecherous lunatic simply let his hands move with her, allowing her 
no escape.  Looking at the madman's devastated half-face drove any 
shreds of desire from her mind, so her body was going to take a 
long time to respond to his ministrations.  But she realized that 
he might change tactics at any time, might begin carving off 
fingers or toes.  Better to head him off.

"I checked places with pairs or two's in their names.  A customer 
at the Second Chance Pawn and Coin shop said that he had seen you 
car heading this way. After that, I just followed the trail of 
noise complaints.  You ought to get the mufflers on that thing 
fixed."

Two face stopped his molestations abruptly.  He had won.  He 
always did. Looking with regret at his prisoner's body, he knew 
that the time had come. Her nipples erect condition was clearly 
visible through the filmy fabric of her top, and he could clearly 
see her swollen pussy lips traced in profile between her legs.  
And was that a damp spot?  Oh, but he wanted her, and he knew she 
could want him.  But it was too late.  She had decided to tell him 
something he really didn't care about.

"Well, since you're here alone, and I don't have to worry about 
you being followed, it's time.  What do we do with you.", said the 
split-faced psychotic.  He held up the coin, large and silver.  
One face held a man's head, smooth and handsome.  The other side 
also held a head, but the face of the coin was gouged and 
disfigured.  "What will it be.  Life or death?  If it falls one 
way, your life ends.  If it falls the other, we let you go.  Same 
deal that I give everybody.  Simple as that."

Two-face eyed the incredible woman laying before him, and for the 
first time in years, he hoped that the coin would spare her.  But 
it wasn't up to him.  He tossed the coin and watched it tumble, 
watched it fall.  It struck the table, bounced once, twice, and 
landed... on edge?  It had managed to stick itself in a crack 
between two boards, and remained that way.

Two face was stunned.  This had never happened before.  The only 
options he had allowed for, that he ever allowed for, were light 
and dark, life and death. But the coin had decided.  He couldn't 
kill her, and he couldn't let her go. What did that leave?  Eyeing 
her athletic form, he did something almost unheard of in his life.  
He chose a third option.

Tossing the coin again, he observed the result and gestured to one 
of the ladies.  Catwoman could see now that they weren't 
identical.  One was dressed in black silk and lace.  The other 
wore black leather.  It was the silken siren who he had gestured 
to.  "Sugar, it looks like the lady is going to be here for a 
while.  Why don't you make her comfortable.  I might want her 
later.  Then again, I might not."  So saying, he turned towards 
the door, collected the leather-clad lady, and left whistling 
something in two-two time.

"What's the matter, honey, Cat got your tongue?", taunted the 
blond.

"Don't steal my lines.", snapped Catwoman.

"Well, there's more than one way to skin a cat.  Let me show you 
one of my favorites.", she replied with a wicked smile.

Quickly and efficiently, she peeled off the crimefighter's skin-
tight suit, openly admiring the body it had barely concealed.  
Pulling the top over her prisoner's head, she got her first look 
at Catwoman's enormous breasts.  Some clothes make a woman look 
larger, but Catwoman needed no such trappings.  He bust was easily 
40 inches, and still managed to support itself without benefit of 
a bra.

Catwoman pulled at her bonds, trying to find a flaw in her iron 
and leather prison.  She had had some pleasant times with Batgirl, 
and certainly wasn't a blushing virgin, but no woman enjoys being 
raped.  Not even by another woman. She saw Sugar duck down, and 
felt something loosen in the support frame. Suddenly Sugar started 
to move a crank someplace, and Catwoman's legs were ratcheted 
apart, making her spread pussy-lips clearly visible through the 
thin fabric of her g-string panties.  The spreading action stopped 
just before the position would have gotten uncomfortable, and 
Sugar locked the frame into place once more.

"Let me guess.", offered Catwoman.  "You're bi'?"

"Of course", replied the blond with a giggle.  "What did you 
expect?"

Catwoman had to admit, it was predictable.  What other kind of 
girlfriend would Two-face have.  Her musings were interrupted by a 
ball of soft fabric that was stuffed into her mouth.  A long silk 
scarf was quickly tied in place to secure, ending all 
conversation.

Catwoman felt Sugar fumble with the catch on her g-string, then 
the sudden release as her last protection was removed.  She saw 
Sugar pick up another white silk scarf, and position herself near 
Catwoman's splayed legs.  Holding the scarf by opposite corners, 
she drew the length of it slowly through her prisoner's pubic 
area, insinuating it into her the folds of her vagina.

Sugar loved this game.  She knew what the helpless woman was 
feeling as she slowly dragged the slippery silk over her 
defensless clit.  Long, slow strokes kept the fabric cool, and 
made her prisoner hot.  And a woman as healthy as Catwoman ought 
to be able to get very hot indeed.

Soon Catwoman was twisting in her bonds, an erotic dance of 
desire.  The silk was slowly grinding away her will, lapping at 
her resolve as it softly brought her to passion.  The wild part of 
her rebelled against any form of restraint, refusing to be tamed 
even by a gentle hand.  The other part of her wanted to purr, to 
enjoy the moment.  She had played bondage games with Batgirl, and 
had enjoyed both sides, but that was with someone she knew and 
trusted.  This woman worked for a madman, and that is what drove 
the feline heroine to fight.

"I always wanted tits like these.", Sugar commented, dipping her 
head to lick Catwoman's left breast.  "And now I have them, 
because I have you."  She quickly circled the ever-hardening 
nipple with a wet fingertip, watching the skin around it crinkle 
in response.

Ceasing the silk assault on her victim, Sugar stepped between 
Catwoman's legs, pressed a lever someplace, and tilted her 
prisoner so her head was lower than her feet, and her love 
triangle was right at face level.  Then, using the fingers of both 
hands, she parted her squirming captive's pussy lips, and began to 
gently lap at her engorged clit.

Catwoman was close to losing control as the blond performed her 
expert technique, drawing the feline female even closer to 
ecstasy.  Closer and closer to release, the imprisoned woman felt 
her struggles give way to the rhythms of desire.  She found that 
her body seemed to have a mind of it's own, and that the only part 
of her that would work against her bonds was her hips.  They 
pumped themselves against her torturer's lips, moving of their own 
volition.

Sugar felt the change in her prisoner.  Felt the muscles soften as 
fear turned to lust, and knew that she would win this game.  
Latching her lips directly onto Catwoman's love-nub, she sucked 
hard, causing her prisoner to buck and moan with desire.  She felt 
the muscles in her prisoner's abdomen begin to twitch, sensed the 
orgasm beginning in her.  Smiling an evil smile, she pulled back, 
leaving Catwoman's hips pumping the air, groping for that one more 
touch they needed to attain release.  That one touch they couldn't 
have.

"Well, was that fun, pussy-woman?", she snickered as she pulled 
the gag out of her prisoner's mouth. "You don't get to cum until I 
do.  So make me happy, and maybe I'll let you have some fun."  
Stepping to the other end of the frame, Sugar hiked her silk skirt 
up, and stood straddling Catwoman's face.  "Lick", she ordered, 
running her fingers lightly through Catwoman's pubic hair.

The touch was all it took.  Catwoman found herself licking the 
shaved slot that pressed into her face.  Her efforts were mirrored 
by Sugar, who rimmed her own aching pussy with her expert tongue, 
keeping her balanced at the razor edge of orgasm.  Soon, Sugar 
shuddered with pleasure, Catwoman's slightly rough tongue filling 
her desires perfectly.  And again, she withdrew, leaving Catwoman 
unfulfilled.

"That's two falls to me", Sugar teased.  "One more, and it's a 
shut out.  And here's how it works.  I'm gonna work you 'til you 
can't live without relief. When you're ready, you're gonna have to 
ask me nicely, and you're gonna have to do me a few favors."  
Reaching over to a nearby table, Sugar picked up a large, ridged 
dildo and held it up before Catwoman's lust-filled gaze.  "When 
you agree to do what I want, I'll give this to you, and let you 
use it."

Catwoman wanted that thing now.  But she knew that she wasn't 
going to get it. Not yet.  "What do you want me to do?", she 
asked.

"Not much, really.  I'm going to slick you up, down here.", she 
explained, fluffing Catwoman's silky black bush once more.  "When 
you agree to let me shave you, then you get the little lollipop."

This was stupid, Catwoman thought.  She had been shaved before, 
had done it herself.  What reason could this woman have for 
wanting that?  But Catwoman had a want of her own.  "Ok.", she 
answered.  "Shave me."

"Oh, it's not that easy.  First, you have to ask nicely.  Second, 
I want witnesses.  Your shave, and your reward, will be done to 
the applause of Two-face's gang.  And if they like your show 
enough, they may even add to your reward."

Catwoman was aghast.  Ask to be shaved in front of Two-face's 
gawking gang of thugs?  Diddle herself for their viewing pleasure?  
And it didn't take much to imagine what "reward" they would give 
her.  She was horny as as a cat in heat, but she wasn't crazy.  
"No." was her only reply.

Sugar was hoping for a response like that.  A victory that came 
too easily was no fun at all.  Selecting a toy, she set to work.

Catwoman clenched her teeth, trying to think of other things.  
Sugar had taken some kind of rotary-massage device, fitted it with 
a soft brush, and was working it the length of Catwoman's slot, 
from the top of her bush to halfway up her ass.  Catwoman tried to 
think of her battle with Mr. Freeze, who had doused her in ice 
water, then imprisoned her in a block of ice.  She tried to think 
about cold nights spent on rooftops, waiting for guards to finish 
their rounds.

But Mr. Freeze had broken her frozen costume off of her, and 
brought her to a screaming orgasm by rubbing her clit with an ice 
cube.  And the cold nights spent during her life of crime had lead 
her to the warm arms of Batman.

She tried to concentrate on her brief partnership with Joker, and 
his plan to steal a lighthouse full of explosives.  But she had 
faced Joker later, with Batgirl, and he had tied them both to a 
machine designed to fuck them to death. She had orgasmed almost 
continuously for over an hour.

Finally, she simply bit her lip, and lay back, determined to 
endure for as long as she could.  Two-face had said that he might 
want her.  Even being raped by that madman would be better than 
rape and humiliation by his whole gang.

Sugar was amazed.  It had been over two hours, and she had tried 
every toy in her toy chest.  Nobody held out this long against the 
"Tender Torture". Even Spice had broken.  Of course, Spice had 
worked her over even worse later. Her tongue was getting tired, 
and Catwoman didn't seem to be.

"Well", she finally said, "It looks like you take the third fall.  
But two out of three is still a winner."  So saying, she started 
to get out her shaving kit.

"Wait", Catwoman called.  "I won, remember?  You can't do this."

Sugar actually paused for a moment.  "You're right, I am 
forgetting something important."  Pulling her skirt straight as 
she stood up, the silk-clad seductress swished over to a white and 
gold phone, and spoke into the receiver for a moment.  Then she 
returned to her prisoner.

"It seems like I can't get more than half my prize, but I will 
collect that half."  Drawing a pair of silver shears from her kit, 
she quickly trimmed her prisoner's furry crotch, clipping it down 
to a quarter-inch or less in length. Then she got out a can of 
shaving cream.

Selena began to struggle anew when she heard the door open.  Three 
pairs of thugs came in, and quickly arranged themselves for a good 
view of the proceedings, laughing and joking at her predicament.

Chapter 3

Selena began to struggle anew when she heard the door open.  Three
pairs of thugs came in, and quickly arranged themselves for a good
view of the proceedings, laughing and joking at her predicament.

Sugar made sure she put on a good show for the boys.  She grabbed
Catwoman's clit between her fingers, evoking a moaning shriek from
her.  Maintaining her hold, she began to stroke the razor over the
tender pussy-flesh, stripping her prisoner of her last shred of
coverage.  Drawing the hard nub first to one side, then the other,
she used it to pull the skin tight as she denuded her helpless
captive.

Catwoman thrashed in her bonds, lust mixing with humiliation, and
somehow creating more lust.  She wanted to die.  No, she wanted to
kill.  To kill everyone here.  But she didn't kill any more.  And
what she wanted didn't have any effect on what she got.  She was
being taken to madness again, and there was nothing she could do
about it.  She closed her eyes, throwing her head back, trying to
wish herself away from this place.

Suddenly, her hand was free.  Reaching, clawing, grasping, she
struck out.  Her hand closed around ... a dildo?  She looked
around and saw that Sugar was now standing to one side, giving the
men an unobstructed view of her naked body. Sugar had given her
the hard shaft, betting that she would use it on herself,
spectators or not.

She wanted that shaft.  She wanted it inside her, rubbing against
her clit, filling her.  She wanted it bad. It was harder than
swallowing a stone, than returning the Eye of Gotham diamond.
Harder than anything she had ever done. Slowly, she forced her
hand to open, casting her sanity's salvation onto the floor.  She
wouldn't do this, not for them.

"Well, if she don't know what to do with that thing", growled a
thug in a brown suit, "I do."  Standing up, he opened his pants
and stepped forward.  "Get ready for it, bitch", he growled as he
pressed his manhood against the opening of her hungry hole.

Catwoman dreaded what was to come.  Not simply the rape.  She had
endured that before.  What she hated was that, in her current
state, she was going to enjoy it, and these low-lifes would know
it.  She tried to beat the man away with her free hand, but the
thug brushed it aside and clenched his hips for the first thrust.

"Who the hell threw a party, and didn't invite us?", came the yell
from the doorway, freezing the thug at the moment of truth.

Glaring at his men through his evil side, the horrible hood drove
any thoughts of lust from their minds.  "I caught her, and the
coin said I get to keep her. Now I don't mind sloppy seconds, as
long as I'm the one who went before me."

The men shuffled around, confused by their leader's logic, and
trying to think of some excuse to leave.

"Who the hell is supposed to be on watch?", demanded Two-face.

With a chorus of, "Me, sir", and, "I'll check the schedule", the
thugs beat a hasty retreat.  They might get to do Catwoman later,
but they had to live until that "later".

Sugar tried to meld into the woodwork.  She had gone too far and
she knew it. Two-face spotted her, and spun to face her.  "I told
you to make her comfortable", he growled.  Drawing his coin from a
side pocket, he tossed it and let it fall. "She looks comfortable
enough", he proclaimed as he read the face.  "Good job".

Sugar released a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding.

"Now", he continued, "Let's see how comfortable we can get with
you".  Wrapping one arm firmly around her waist, Two-face lead her
away to his room.  "Spice", he yelled.  "Your turn!"

Stepping from the shadows came the other blond, Spice.  "Well,
well", she chortled.  "So you're the one the boss has the hots
for."  Selecting a soft leather whip from a rack, she strolled
over to Catwoman's helpless form. "Sugar got your pussy hot, I
see.  Now I'm gonna warm your bottom."

* * * * *

Catwoman squealed in pain as the wip descended on her naked
bottom.  She lay bound across a padded bench, her hands secured
near the floor and her ass in the air.  The bench kept her hips
elevated, while the leather restraints kept her feet spread wide.

"Thwack", came the sound of the wip as it struck again,
accompanied by another cry of pain.  Catwoman could have taken the
beating in silence, and had in fact endured far worse.  But if she
did that, the girl would simply come up with something worse.
Playing along bought time.

"This is so much fun", burbled Spice.  "Let's add some
excitement."  Taking a pair of silver spring clamps from the rack,
she secured them tightly to Catwoman's large, pink nipples.  She
then drew the silver chains down to the base of the whipping
horse, pulling them tight.  Then she got the handcuffs.

Catwoman hissed in protest as her hands were locked behind her.
The only thing that held her in place now was the constant tension
of the chains on her tenter tits.  But that was enough.  Those
clamps were designed to tighten, the harder you pulled on them.
Her flesh would rip before they would slip.

"Thwack", came the whip once more.  Catwoman spasmed in shock at
the next stroke.  "Thwack, thwack, thwick.", came the whip again,
three strokes in rapid succession.  They didn't hurt any worse
than the ones that had come before, but the third stroke had been
aimed so as to swing up between her parted thighs, slapping home
on her now hairless cunt.

"You like that, huh?", teased Spice.  "Well, there's plenty more
where that came from."  Thwack, thwack, thwick, came the series
again.  And again Catwoman jerked, tweaking her own tits with each
move.

This new method had madness in it, and Catwoman knew it.  Her body
was starting to respond again, perversely confusing the pussy-
whipping with the more tender stimulation she had endured earlier.

By the tenth stroke, she was wet.  By the twentieth one, she was
moaning, ready to come. Spice stopped before the thirtieth one.
"Seems like old times, huh?", she laughed.  "Sugar had you ready
to fuck a goat, but couldn't break you.  You ready to beg for me?"

"Please", Catwoman moaned.  "Please, let me come.  I need it.  I
need it so bad.  Please", her voice breaking to a whimper at the
end.

Spice smiled.  She had won again, beating not only Catwoman, but
her own wimp-sister too.  "Well, I have a surprise for you", she
said, victory in her voice.  "I'm gonna give you what you want.
I'm gonna let you cum.  In fact, I'm gonna make you cum, and cum,
and cum like there's no tomorrow."

"What do you mean?", asked Catwoman, hope and despair mixing in
her voice.

"I'm gonna plug you into Two-face's special double-dildo."
Holding up a locking leather chastity belt, she attached a pair of
vibrators, and turned them on, just to see the look on Catwoman's
face.  "I just turn the speed up to 8, plug it into both your
holes, and leave you alone for a few hours.  You won't mind, I'm
sure.  In fact, you won't have a mind left to mind."

Unhooking the nipple-clamps, she stood the docile and exhausted
Catwoman up, and walked her back to the bondage-frame she had
started her ordeal on.

* * * * *

Two-face groaned, pressing Sugar's face hard against his pelvis.
She slurped noisily on his cock, dancing her tongue the length of
his shaft.

"Oh, yeah baby.", he growled, a smile flashing across one half of
his face.  He hadn't cum yet, and he always did each of the girls
twice.  Once each way. Reaching over to the intercom, he flipped
it on, listening to the job Spice was doing on Catwoman.  He had
plans for that lady.  Hell, if she was twins, he would marry her.

"Waaaooooo", came the howl through the speaker, the sounds of lust
unmistakable even through the intercom.

"Oh shit, not again", came the sobbing voice as the owner was
being dragged, kicking and screaming, back towards orgasm yet
again.  "You bitch.  I'll get you for thiiiiiieeeee!", came the
voice once more, threat trailing off into a shriek as she was
wracked by another climax.

"Say, Sugar", asked Two-face.  "Doesn't that sound sweet?
Batman's girlfriend losing her mind, now that's a sound I could
listen to all day. "

"Yeah.  Spice and I pack a one-two punch that even pussy-woman
can't take.", agreed the blond, interrupting her oral
ministrations to Two-face's manhood. Flipping onto her back, she
flung her legs out in an open invitation to her boss.  "Sounds
like that always make me want to fuck."

Two-face needed no second invitation, and mounted her with renewed
energy. Slipping his double-thick prick into Sugar's cunt, he
began to thrust.

"Oh yess", exclaimed Sugar.  "I love it when you do that.  More.
More."

"Oh noooooooo", wailed the voice over the intercom.  "No more.
Please, for God's sake, no more."

And Two-face and Sugar coupled over and over again, accompanied by
the sounds of passion emanating from the speaker.  All three
voices raised together in a simultaneous climax,  two in victory,
one on her way to the final defeat.

Chapter 4

"Waaaooooo", came the howl as yet another orgasm rolled through
the bound form on the rack.  "That's twelve", thought the woman
who sat nearby, enjoying the show.

Catwoman smiled at the sound, watching the blond writhe under the
force of the power-cocks locked into her pussy.

Playing possum for the girl was easy, and she had easily
overpowered her once her hands were free.  Spice had obviously
never been in prison, and didn't know how to handle real
prisoners.  Catwoman planned to change that. But first, she
settled her own need.  Working the dildo deep inside herself
again, she worked herself to her fifth orgasm of the day.  She
thought about Batman, and started working the shaft with renewed
energy.

After satisfying herself, Catwoman rose, her fluidity proof of her
relaxed satisfaction.

Looking herself over, Catwoman groaned inwardly.  She was dressed
in her black, thigh-high boots, gloves, mask, and G-string.  "I
look like a character out of one of those adult comic-books", she
thought.  But there was no help for it. Sugar had taken her own
cat-suit, and Spice's clothes were simply too small.

Selecting a long bull-whip from the rack, Catwoman set out through
the criminal's lair.  She wanted Two-face.  She wanted Sugar.  She
wanted revenge. She would settle for her clothes.

Prowling through the halls, silent as a shadow, she listened at
every door. At the fifth one she heard voices.  Having already
used her "curiosity caught the rat" trick once on these men, she
wasted no time on tricks.  Grasping her whip in one hand, and the
doorknob in the other, she stepped into the room, ready for
anything.

The room was partially dark, lit by a single lamp over the table.
Three men looked up from their card game as she entered.

"Well, it looks like we get to pet the cat after all.", one of
them chortled. All three smiled as they rose from the table and
moved to flanking positions. They had been beaten by this woman
once, but that was one on one, in a darkened room.  This was
different.

Catwoman avoided the first man's lunge easily, planting a knee in
is middrift and his skull in the doorframe as he passed.  His
eyes, and his hands, had both been aimed at her tits. "What kind
of thugs are you?", she asked.  "Is Assault with intent to Grope
the best you can do?"

The next pair of men charged her together, angry at her mocking
attitude. Shifting her Kung-Fu stance to the Tiger position, her
favorite, she caught the outstretched hand of the thug on her
left, yanking him into the path of the other thug and sending them
down in a pile.  This was too easy.

Then, she was in trouble.  One of the men snaked a hand out of the
pile, grabbing her by the ankle.  He pulled, and she staggered as
her balance was lost.  In seconds, both men had piled onto her,
burying her struggling form beneath their own.

Catwoman was rolled onto her back, outdone simply because the two
men outweighed her.  One sat down on her chest, the hardness of
his cock clearly detectable through his pants as he struggled to
pin her wrists to the floor. The second man was trying to sit on
her thrashing legs, but seemed more interested in tearing off her
g-string panties.  She felt the second man slide a hand under her
squirming ass as he tried to drive his thumb into her vagina.

The thug felt the naked woman stiffen as he penetrated her with
his thumb, and knew that he had her.  Her back arched and her legs
stretched out and apart as he rasped his calloused skin against
her clit.  Shifting his weight, he lowered his face towards the
shaved pussy before him, intent on licking this wildcat into
submission.  Then his world exploded, suddenly, painfully, as
Catwoman's knee struck him in the temple.

Catwoman was amazed.  Did these men actually believe that a woman
turned to jelly the moment anyone touched her clit?  The man on
her legs was still on her legs, but as a soft, dead weight.
Twisting like the cat she was named after, she sank her teeth into
the wrist of the man on her chest, tasting blood.  The man yanked
his hand back reflexively, swearing.  Driving the heel of her hand
into his shoulder, she felt the satisfying crack of a broken
collarbone.  Her second blow would have ended his life, crushing
his windpipe, but she diverted it at the last second, sending him
to dreamland.  His jaw was probably broken, but he was alive.

Congratulating herself on having let the man live, she rolled him
and his unfortunate partner off, and climbed to her feet.
Checking to see that all three were still breathing, she tore
their jackets into strips and tied them securely.

* * * * *

Two-face strode into the back bedroom, planning a five way orgy:
Sugar, Spice, Catwoman, and both of him.  He expected to find
Catwoman climaxed to near mindlessness, and looked forward to
finishing her off.

What he found was something else.  Spice lay on the bondage rack,
her legs folded back over her head, a leather and steel bikini
locked around her pussy. Her head lolled to one side as drool ran
down her cheek.  She moaned softly, her body still trying to
respond to the loudly buzzing shafts buried deep inside her body.
Nipple-clamps had been applied, with slender leather thongs
pulling her tender tips up towards the ceiling.

"Where the hell is she", the split-psychopath raged, oblivious to
the fact that Spice couldn't respond.  Grabbing the telephone, he
pressed a single button and began to shout into it, "Everybody,
everybody!  Catwoman has escaped.  Find her and bring her to me,
double time.  The one who catches her gets her."

Turning to where Sugar was tending to her delirious sister, Two-
face pulled out his coin and flipped it.  Snarling at the result,
he stormed out of the room without a word.

"Oh God", moaned Spice as the vibrators finally went silent.  "I
thought he was going to kill me.  Now hurry up and get those
damned things out of me."

Sugar smiled at her sister.  "I guess you didn't see the coin.",
she said sweetly.  "It came up bad-heads.  He wants you punished."
Placing fresh batteries in the double-dong, she continued, "And do
you remember what you did to me when you got me locked down last
week?  Payback time."

Spice wailed in despair as she felt herself being penetrated once
again.  Sugar cinched the leather crotch-strap up to it's tightest
notch, driving the shafts even deeper into her sister's twin
tunnels.  "You looked like you had enough at level 8", she cooed
softly as she fingered the control.  "Let's see how you do on
level 10."

* * * * *

Two-face found Catwoman himself.  She was happily choking the last
of his men into oblivion, her long arm wrapped around his throat
while her legs scissored around his waist from behind, driving the
air from his lungs.

"Catwoman!", he growled as she dropped the man to the floor.
"Damn you're good."  Running his eyes up and down her naked form,
he smiled that evil half-smile.  "In fact, you're magnificient".
Then he sprang to the attack.

Catwoman had no illusions about being able to take this man in a
straight slugging match.  But then, she had no intention of
trying.  It simply wasn't her style.  Laughing as she dodged his
first punch, she leapt lightly onto a crate marked "Fragile -
Glass".

Two-face charged, shoving the crate sideways and out from under
his agile adversary.  He received a kick in the face for his
trouble, making his head spin for a moment.  When he looked up,
Catwoman was crouched on top of a pair of crates, waiting to
spring.

"I'm gonna take you in both ends.", growled the angered madman.
"Heads and tails."  With that he vaulted onto the crate Catwoman
had just vacated, and tried to wrap up her shapely legs in a
single gorilla hug.  She drove a knee into his face, then leapt
free in a tumbling summersault to another stack of crates.

Again, Two-face followed.  Wiping some blood from his mouth, he
smiled. "You're good, Catwoman.  But I only have to catch you
once.  One time, and the famous Catwoman is just another piece of
pussy."  Leaping heavily from one stack to another, he approached
his foe on an equal level.

Two-face pursued his naked prey from crate to crate, higher and
higher, until she had no place left to go.

Catwoman was cornered.  All paths of escape were within reach of
her heavier, stronger opponent.  She had kicked him twice in the
head, and he wasn't even dazed.  She was in trouble.  Shifting her
stance, she waited for his attack.

Sensing victory, Two-face closed the gap screaming, "Heads and
Tails!" as he charged, body-slamming his smaller opponent.

Chapter 5

Sensing victory, Two-face closed the gap screaming, "Heads and
Tails!" as he charged, body-slamming his smaller opponent.

Catwoman twisted with the impact as her heavier foe slammed into
her, rolling his body across her hip and tossing him to the floor,
20 feet below.  He struck the floor head first, and lay still in a
heap against the wall.

"Hmm", she muttered, seeing her adversary wrong end up.  "Tails, I
win."

Dropping lightly to the floor, she prepared to wrap up her foe.
Suddenly, he roared to his feet, murder in his eye and a 44
automatic in his hand.

Both combatants froze as the room fell into shadow, and a dark
form crashed through the high window.  Continuing his motion, the
caped figure executed a neat handspring and planted both feet into
the horrified thug's face.

Shifting his stance to a position between Catwoman and the fallen
felon, Batman assumed his classic pose, hands on hips, with his
cape billowing out behind. Police poured into the room moments
later without ever seeing Catwoman, who was behind Batman's
towering figure.

"I don't know how we can thank you.", beamed chief O'Hara.
"Faith, if it wasn't for you, the likes of Two-face here would run
this city.  But how did you find this place?"

"The criminal mind follows its own twisted path.  Hard work and
constant vigilance are our only tools in unraveling that path",
Batman intoned in his most serious voice.

"Now wait just one minute.", uttered the furious Catwoman, trying
to get around the caped figure.  "I found these..."

"Catwoman!", exclaimed the Chief.  "You're in on this to?  I might
have known.  It's back to jail for you."

Batman turned to face the enraged tigress, keeping himself between
her and the police.  "Selena, please.  I have my reasons.."

"Reasons, hell.", she replied.  "If you think you can just waltz
in here and claim the credit like you did the last time, you can
just forget it!"

"Excuse us, chief."  Wrapping one arm around the angry woman,
Batman ushered her out of the room, and into a side chamber.  It
was Two-face's bedroom.

"Ok, Bruce", she whispered in quiet fury.  "What gives, and it
better be good!"

Batman seemed almost embarrassed.  "Selena", he began, then
corrected himself. "Catwoman, I'm sorry, but you really don't want
to go out there and face the police and the press."

"And why not?", she demanded.

"You're not exactly dressed for a news conference", he explained.

Catwoman looked down and realized that she was still naked.
"Woops.  You're right.  I better find some clothes."

"I'm not going to ask how you lost the ones you had.", he said
coolly.  Then his voice softened as he asked, "I am going to ask
one thing.  Are you all right?"

"Why, Bruce, you do care about me.", she purred, sensing the
concern in his voice.  "Yes, I'm all right.  Nobody did anything
to me, though they certainly did try hard enough."  Then pausing,
she asked, "Is that why you and Robin took the credit from Batgirl
and me for capturing Joker, Riddler, and Penguin?"

"Of course.  I wasn't about to let the you and Batgirl go out to
meet the press when you were, ahem, out of uniform."

Catwoman had been looking around as they spoke, and suddenly
pounced on a slender band of dark bronze.  Smiling, she lifted up
the tool belt Sugar had taken from her earlier.  Reaching into a
cigar-sized tube in the back, she pulled out a small container of
purple body paint, and began to apply it.

"Are you serious?", Batman asked in shock.

"Of course", smiled Catwoman as she spread a thin layer of color
over her breasts.  "My costumes always look like they were painted
on anyway.  Who'll know the difference." Checking herself in a
mirror, front and back, she smiled at her handsome but
conservative friend.  "Don't worry.  I'll get some real clothes
later.  I keep a spare suit in my car."  Then looking thoughtfully
at the red-faced hero, she relented.  "Ok.  No more teasing, at
least for tonight. By the way, what are you doing tonight?"

"The same as every night.", he replied.  "Protecting the city from
evil."

"Well, want some company?", she asked innocently as she touched up
the paint where it met the high leather boots she wore.

"What about Robin?", he asked.

"Hmmm.  Maybe I can find a friend for him to˛, she purred
thoughtfully.  Picking up Two-facešs phone, she dialed Barbera
Gordonšs number.  ŗPurr-haps we can make it a double date?˛

End

