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Subject: Catwoman - Double Standard 2/5 (mf ff nc bd)
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Catwoman - Double Standard 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.

End of Chapter 2

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