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Subject: Catwoman - Double Standard 3/5 (mf ff nc bd)
Date: 6 Oct 1996 04:20:18 GMT
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Double Standard 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.

End of Chapter 3

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The Bear
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