A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Wishes Pt. 02

"Come on girls...let's behave now ..." she said slowly, smiling, "...it's not as though we don't have bigger problems to deal with..."

Catwoman's gaze flicked straight to her subordinate, and for a moment it looked as though she was going to get both barrels, but Natasha never flinched, challenging Catwoman who slowly, ever so slowly, relaxed and leaned back, letting her breath out in a long sigh.

"Okay Catgirl. She can stay for now. She might even be useful I suppose ... but we're going to have to have a serious talk about this later!"

Batgirl was on the verge of storming out anyway, but Catgirl grabbed her by the arm and almost dragged her into one of the plush seats round the table. Batgirl wasn't going to give in gracefully though.

"Let's get something straight Catwoman! I'm here to help Catgirl, not you ... or your bloody Kittens!"

Catwoman and Natasha looked at each other and then burst out laughing, "Well, that's put us in our place hasn't it? Look Batgirl. If you're staying, stay, but don't you dare get in my way or I'll let the Kittens inflict some damage on you ...again. Now, Natasha, bring Catgirl up to date please."

As Batgirl slumped back disgustedly in her chair she listened to Natasha's brief and concise account. It appeared that the Kittens had been out on regular patrols since the 'death threat' had been received but they'd found nothing up to now. They'd scoured the net for information to no avail, and the whole of Catwoman's HQ was in 'lockdown', which explained the reception when they'd arrived Batgirl supposed.

And then one patrol had failed to return and they'd received a message at lunch-time to say that the three Kittens had been captured by their unknown foes, and that they had to be ready to go on-line at a seven thirty that night, so there was nothing to do but wait, ... and hope.

Batgirl checked her watch. Ninety minutes away. She looked at the stony expressions around the table. Looked like being a fun-time waiting!

In the end they decided to split up and reconvene later. Batgirl suddenly realised how rattled Catwoman really was as her nemesis stood up slowly, headed for the door and completely failed to have a go at Batgirl. It was unheard of! As the sinister black figure disappeared from sight, Natasha leaned over and, at the same time as displaying a gorgeous chunk of cleavage from her white, open necked shirt, touched Catgirl's hand, "Sorry that Tabitha's gone missing Holly...I know that you're close... but we'll get her back soon, don't you worry!"

Catgirl smiled weakly again, but didn't look convinced. Batgirl saw her strained features and immediately felt bad about the quick flash of jealousy that had flashed through her at Natasha's words. She got up too though and followed Catgirl in silence to her room where they flopped onto the bed and made desultory small-talk. Catgirl refused to be distracted though, and it was the first time in living memory that Batgirl could remember sharing a bed with her friend and not making red-hot love!

23. Roman Lessons!

At precisely seven thirty they were back in the conference room. The mobile laying on the table in front of Catwoman bleeped with a text message. She picked it up and looked at the message in surprise.

"Shit! How the hell did they get my private number?!" before adding, as she turned to Natasha, "It's a web page URL. Get the screen going."

As if in automatic response, a large screen dropped down from the ceiling at the end of the table, and Natasha began to type in the URL onto a keyboard in front of her. Suddenly a dark web page came up, showing a dungeon scene with flickering torches and a big orange box in the centre that said, simply "Enter Here Catwoman - IF YOU DARE!"

They all looked at Catwoman for a second before Natasha clicked on the box. She looked grim. No, she looked absolutely furious. But then her eyes opened in surprise at the three people looking back at her from the screen, placed, it seemed, in the centre of the dungeon itself.

"Madame bloody Zynn!! I might have known!" she snarled.

"She seems to have lost some weight since I last saw her," added Batgirl helpfully, only to get a look from Catwoman that would have set concrete.

Batgirl noted that Zynn was in the middle of the little group, resplendent in a turquoise corset and suspenders set with matching bikini briefs. Next to her was a man in a fawn slacks, with a matching top of some kind, the chest covered in small, multi-coloured squares. His eyes were covered by a small, dark mask that could have come straight off the Lone Ranger! The most imposing figure was at Zynn's other side though. She was covered head to toe in an opal suit, with a dark belt and red badge buckle. She was taller than the other two, powerfully built, and an impressive looking bust was tightly constrained in the shiny suit material.

Batgirl looked closer though and saw that the woman appeared to have a slightly misshapen back. Now what was that all about?

She was about to speak but Catgirl, touched her arm as a voice came over the speakers. It was unmistakably Madame Zynn.

"Well Catwoman, I presume you're out there somewhere. I do hope you're well because it would be a shame if anything happened to you before we got our hands on you! We've got a very lively show planned for your demise. It should be an absolute sell-out don't you think? Just imagine how many people will pay to watch you getting your just deserts at long last?!

Anyway, that's for the future. Not too long in the future mind! And as a bit of a sampler, Alchemy, Octopussy and I wanted to invite you to see one of my shows that's going out as we speak, and thanks for providing the star attractions! No need to do anything technical Catwoman, I know that's probably a bit challenging for you! We'll redirect you automatically.

Bye for now...enjoy the entertainment while you can! Oh, and don't go away. I'll speak with you later..."

Batgirl, glanced at the others. Catgirl was looking at the screen with a degree of trepidation, Catwoman had reddened and looked about to burst! Natasha, was lounging back with a pained, almost puzzled expression on her face, "Well Catwoman, Zynn I can understand, but who the hell are those other two?"

Catwoman shook her head in response, "No idea. Not anyone I've come across before...so why the sudden vendetta? ... Oh hell..."

As she spoke, the screen had suddenly come to life, redirected automatically as promised. The display was full of pop-up advertisements, mainly for sex services and accessories, but the banner headline across the top was unmistakably one for Madame Zynn's porn site, the background full of copulating couples.

Then, after some 'proudly presents' introductions about the imminent star attraction for the evening, and a request to sign up for the service and associated on-line betting, the view changed to one of a small and paved open courtyard, bathed in warm sunlight, ornate roman columns set in the background. An arched stone entrance was set to one side, next to which grew a small fig tree, the leaves throwing some shade over a round fountain set in the centre of the 'stage'. The clear blue water was rippled by the spray from three streams of water that curled backwards from the heads of statues, sitting equidistant around the smooth, waist high ledge that circled the water. The three grey statues looked like Greek gods. Their strong muscular chests supported boyish faces stared fixedly upwards, arms hanging down their sides, palms facing outward, looking strangely ready to cup something into their laps. The atmosphere was very Mediterranean!

Batgirl was about to comment when she felt Catgirl stiffen next to her, "Oh no..."

The tranquillity of the scene had been broken as a group of women appeared, walking through the arch and into the courtyard. Three were blondes with short hair styles, dressed as servants in drab, olive green dresses, carrying large cloth shoulder bags, but the other three looked like noblewomen. They were wearing bright white dresses, etched in golden thread, hanging down from silver necklaces around their necks, and trapped at the waist by a shiny silver chain belt. Their hair was piled high on their heads, with small garlands of flowers woven into their shiny locks, a different colour on each head.

"Oh no..." repeated Catgirl staring at the shorter one with dark auburn hair, and deep brown eyes, her hand searching out Batgirl's for reassurance. She had to assume that his must be Catgirl's friend, Tabitha. The other two Kittens in white were taller, one with mountains of sandy hair, powerful with a full figure, the other slender, with paler, Nordic looking features with shorter blonde hair. They looked around the small square with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. It was then that Batgirl noticed the small loops of thin leather chord trapping their wrists together behind their shapely backs.

"Sammy and Annika as well," said Natasha slowly, almost to herself.

The 'servants' went quickly into action, guiding their 'mistresses' to the fountain and seating them on the edge. It was at this point that it became clear that the white costumes were flimsier than they'd first appeared as long strips of bare flesh appeared as the 'noblewomen' were moved about. It was soon clear that these 'costumes' were just long strips of material, a couple of inches wide, hanging from the necklaces and trapped by the chain at their waists, but otherwise unconnected. As she sat down, the loose material covering Tabitha's bosom splayed apart and the tips of her breasts poked out, dark brown nipples standing out proudly.

Lower down the material had gathered in her lap, hiding her pussy, but displaying her firm, golden thighs right up to her hips. The camera quickly switched to the other Kittens, each showing their bared breasts. None of them looked happy, but their expressions appeared a little mystified and distant.

"I bet they've been drugged!" snapped Catwoman harshly, "No way my Kittens would allow themselves to be treated like this otherwise!!"

Batgirl shrugged. It wasn't as if they could do anything from here.

The servants were now busy pulling small wash cloths out of their shoulder bags, which they'd laid on the floor by the archway. When they returned to the fountain, they dipped them into the water and began to wash the Kittens, taking their time, pushing the loose material completely to one side while they massaged the damp cloth over their firm breasts, taking care to tease at the exposed nipples before dropping lower, over their bellies. It took just a second to pull aside the strands of white covering their laps and exposing their unprotected pussies. Then the cloths were quickly at work again, sliding up and down over their mounds, and delving deeper between the Kitten's legs. While the washing got more personal and deeper, Batgirl was amazed when the servants leaned forward and captured a bare breast each in their mouths, their tongues working on the already aroused nipples.

The camera showed a close-up of Tabitha's head as she closed her eyes, her face strained as she tried to deal with the erotic sensations that her servant was triggering. The screen also changed as numbers appeared across the top, and down one side. The three on top were the biggest, set to the same colour as the flowers in the Kitten's hair, and set to zero.

"Orgasm counts and betting odds," explained Natasha.

"Oh, and you're an expert on Zynn's bloody sex presentations are you," hissed Catwoman frustratedly.

"Well, I've taken in the odd one from time to time," smiled Natasha unconcernedly, "I've made some money out of her too...who better than us to predict orgasm timings!"

Things were moving on screen though and Batgirl had to reluctantly admit that these 'servants' really knew what they were doing! Their expert fingers and lips were quickly bringing their victims levels of arousal higher and higher. Catgirl's hand gripped Batgirl's tighter as Tabitha began to squirm under the relentless attention, her servants lips and teeth quickly transferring back and forth from one strained and swollen nipple to the other as her fingers wriggled like little snakes between the lips and folds of her dark, juicy slit. The sound of her laboured breathing and little, urgent moans filled the room as they watched her body stiffen for a short while before she finally lost the battle and cried out as the servants fingers buried themselves inside her and the inevitable orgasm washed over and through her like a tidal wave of pleasure!

There was a loud bell-like sound from the screen and Tabitha's coloured counter clicked over to one!

Tabitha had collapsed down into the arms of her tormentor as the long climax finally drained away, and her eye's finally flickered open again as her senses returned, just in time to hear two further bells clang in the background and Sammy and Annika's counters tripped onto one as well!

Batgirl was hoping for her friend's sake that this would be the end of their torment, but deep down she knew differently. Her fears were soon confirmed.

The three victims were now positioned in front of a statue each, facing outwards, pushed up against hard stone of the statue's laps, buttocks cradled by the cold hands at each side. The servants quickly undid their bound wrists and pulled their arms back and around the statue, refastening them at the back. Their feet were placed on two little pedestals at either side of the statue's ankles, spreading their legs and lifting them higher off the floor. The camera now concentrated on Tabitha again as her acolyte pulled the loose material of her 'dress' to either side of her hips, exposing her bare breasts, little triangular patch of dark brown hair and glistening, oily looking slit to the audience. It tracked up and down her sweaty nakedness in close-up as the betting figures down the side of the screen went haywire.

"Oh shit!" gasped Catgirl, transfixed, unable to move.

It was then that the servant reached down to the side of the statue and pulled a leaver. Something seemed to shoot out between Tabitha's legs that made her gasp and stretch up on her tip-toes to avoid it! With a sinking feeling Batgirl saw that an erect 'penis' had appeared out of the statues loins and was now nudging tantalisingly up between Tabitha's spread out legs, rubbing up against her sensitive skin. Batgirl's eye's narrowed in surprise as she saw that it was relatively small though, just three of four inches of 'stoneware'. It didn't seem like Zynn to be so compassionate.

It turned out she wasn't!

Whilst Tabitha was squirming her trapped body to get away from the prying, snub nosed tip her servant had pulled something else out from her bag. It was a small tub of what turned out to be yellow tinged ointment. The camera swooped in for a close-up as she daubed the ointment over her fingers, slipped them between Tabitha's straining thighs and proceeded to daub the cream liberally over the hard surface.

"At least she's going to get some lube," stated Natasha grimly as the fingers re-appeared to scoop up some more mixture. Batgirl was expecting them to get busy around Tabitha's gaping vagina opening, although it didn't look to her like she need much lube there judging by the oily juices that were already oozing out of her! To everyone's surprise though, they slipped deeper under Tabitha's bottom, pulling apart her cheeks and finding the tight little hole nestling behind her dark slit.

"Oh my God...," gasped Catgirl as she realised what was about to happen, "poor Tabitha..."

Batgirl tightened her grip on Catgirl's hand as they watched the finger circle that little hole a few times before forcing it's way deep inside. Straight away the camera switched to a close up of Tabitha's cringing features as her eyes widened in shock as the creamy fingers invaded her rear passage.

There was hardly time to breathe as the close-up switched downstairs again, the fingers slipped out of the tight ring and instead started to position Tabitha's quivering hips over the threatening stone member. The menacing tip was soon nestling up against the tight little entrance and as the camera zoomed back, they saw the breath that Tabitha had been holding whoosh out of her as her hips were pushed down and the hard nose forced it's way inside her!

Fortunately the servant gave her a few minutes to get used to the feeling as the stone rod started to penetrate her before pressing her hips down again and forcing the rough penis deeper and deeper. Tabitha was breathing hard as she adjusted to being impaled on the statue, but at least she had her weight back on her feet again as her eyes darted from side to side as she wondered what was coming next!

Again she didn't have long to wait!

Her servant quickly reached around the side of the statue and pulled another small lever. This one caused the upper part of the statue's body to tilt backwards about thirty degrees. It pulled the Tabitha back with it and she cried out in surprise. Now she was leaning back on the statue, her buttocks cupped by the statue's unfeeling hands, her legs suddenly left dangling in free air as her weight forced the stone member even deeper up her rear entrance. Her legs were still splayed out and her pussy mound was forced upwards and forwards by the curve of her body, leaving her dark slit wide open and vulnerable!

Batgirl cringed slightly as she watched helplessly. It didn't look good for Catgirl's friend.

24. Tabitha's Torment

Fortunately for Tabitha she now had a little respite whilst the camera switched to the other Kittens as first Annika and then Sammy suffered the same treatment.

When all three Kittens were finally left impaled on their respective statues, the 'servants' got together in a little huddle to congratulate each other. But the congratulations didn't last long and Batgirl watched in amazement as they quickly began to undress each other, releasing buttons and fastenings on each other's costumes before sliding them off and letting them drop to the floor.

The three were all fit young women, about the same height, with toned muscles and firm, pert breasts. Their pussies were shaved so it was impossible to tell whether they were all real blondes but that wasn't really what Batgirl was thinking about as they went over to their bags and drew out something that made all three observers in the conference room gasp together.

"Did they really have strap-ons in Roman times?" queried a shocked Batgirl.

"I don't think that Zynn is that bothered about historical accuracy you idiot!" snapped Catwoman in response.

Batgirl was about to fire back at her when her eyes widened again. These weren't any old strap-on! The thick black dildo, all of eight shiny inches on the ends of the harnesses was normal enough, but at the back was a second, smaller one set an angle upwards. This was clearly designed to fit inside and provide some stimulation for the wearer. Tabitha's eyes were focussed solely on the big black one in her acolytes hands though. There didn't seem much doubt where that was going!

With a quick, practiced hand Tabitha's servant was spreading some more cream from the tub over the big dildo, before spreading her legs and pushing the smaller one up against her own pussy lips. She looked a little strained as she forced the snub nose harder until it eased open her little pink entrance. As it began to slide inside though her expression changed to one of deep contentment and Batgirl could almost see the long, silent 'Ooooohhhhhh!' that her lips formed as it finally rammed completely in. She paused for a few seconds to take a few deep breaths before pulling the straps around her bum so that the big dildo was now waving menacingly out in front of her, and pointing straight at Tabitha's defenceless pussy!