by JK Waylon
"Oooh, look at you. Such a pretty girl," Bat Babe said, squatting before her and cupping her chin. "Morgan Miles? The gymnast turned spokes model?"
"You want to shout it out? Maybe someone on the next street over didn't hear you."
"Ouch, kitten's got claws," Bat Babe said, wagging her brows.
Humiliation was turning to anger. Why was she taunting her? Catgirl was a fellow super heroine, so deserved quick and respectful assistance. Right?
"Don't worry, I checked out the area. We are very alone," she said, her gaze intense as she held Catgirl's eyes. Catgirl realized she had the prettiest shade of green eyes. Almost Kelly green. "We could make out like horny minxes."
"Um, you're not going to kiss me, are you?" Catgirl said, wondering why her body was suddenly all hot and bothered again. So achy. So needy. "I'm feeling a little vulnerable, as you might understand."
"Don't worry, though you have the prettiest lips, I see no reason for two girls to kiss unless there are boys around to enjoy the show," she said, and then she sniffed the air. "My, girl, I can smell your desire. Is that for me? Or for the bad boys who did this to you?"
"W-What? Are you crazy!" she cried, so angry and embarrassed at being caught horny, she struggled mightily to no avail. "Aaagggh! You are making me so mad!"
"Such passion! Must be me then," she said, and laughed. Her gloved hand caressed Catgirl's cheek, then stroked her long blonde hair. Bat Babe rolled to all fours, moved around to her right rear, and stroked her butt. "Yes, kitten's all hot and horny on this hot, sultry night. I totally understand, the heat of the night makes me go into heat sometimes, too."
Catgirl felt her face burning, pussy aching. Her words hit hard, and she didn't like it. It made her feel vulnerable, like she couldn't control her own wants and needs, her own body.
"I don't think I'm the one in heat right now, Bat Babe," Catgirl said through clenched teeth.
"Maybe. Nights like this always get my juices flowing," she said.
To Catgirl's relief, her fellow super heroine finally started untying her. Well, more specifically, she used her super strength and better leverage to snap the tie-wraps they used to bond the sexy sidekick. Catgirl immediately rolled to her butt, put her cowl back on, and then Bat Babe helped the sidekick to her feet.
She started fixing her costume. Covering everything up that needed to be covered. Namely, her boobs.
"This night started out so well, busting up a couple muggings, and then…disaster. Captured, unmasked, mastur…manhandled," she said, feeling her face heat up again. Really, though, the manhandling was more humiliating than her easy masturbation. "I suppose my secret identity is safe with you."
"Only if you sleep with me."
Catgirl stared into her mischievous eyes. "Are you really a lesbian?"
"No, what makes you think that?" Bat Babe said, grinning.
"Well, at least one of us is having a good time," Catgirl said, scowling at her.
Bat Babe laughed. "I'm in a very good mood. About an hour ago, Ms Amazing saved me from a very similar situation. Only I was hogtied, stripped completely naked, and unmasked." She wagged her brows. "It feels good to be the savior, and not the victim, so yes, I'm feeling very good."
"Oh, Ms Amazing. I've never met her," Catgirl said, looking up as if the city's premier super heroine would be hovering above.
"She's got pretty lips, too," Bat Babe said, winking. "Prettiest lips in the city, I think."
"You're obsessed with lips?"
"Not really," she said, starting to rise up into the air. "It's the heat of the night. It makes me crazy sometimes."
Catgirl waited until Bat Babe was long gone, and then went out to the street. She wasn't sure why, but the thought that Mr. Cotter and cohorts might be out there did occur to her. They were long gone, just like Bat Babe. The shapely, black clad super heroine snarled as she looked back and forth.
"You can run, but you can't escape Catgirl," she said, eyes narrowing. "I'm going to hunt you down, Mr. Cotter. Be afraid, for Catgirl is coming after you!"
Three nights later…
Catgirl smiled as she watched Vinnie arrive in a beat up old Ford and park outside Mr. Cotter's uptown home. It was a very nice single family home, a three bedroom, two car garage brick home. The American dream. Crime has been profitable for Mr. Cotter, and Catgirl was eager to play spoiler and ruin his wonderful life.
"I think Mr. Cotter and friends will look good in prison orange," Catgirl said, smiling cruelly. "I can't wait to see the look on his face, before I kick it in."
It wasn't easy finding him, though he was another dumb criminal. His name really was Mr. Cotter. Henry Cotter, to be precise. Of course, the internet gave her a dozen Cotters living in Synne City, and three times that many in the suburbs around the city. Didn't matter how many dead ends she went down, Catgirl hunted her man down.
Now he is going down! she thought, stepping out of the night shadows between two homes across the street from his house. Everyone was there. Vinnie was the last to arrive. They are all going down!
Catgirl strode up the sidewalk, and knocked on the front door. She positioned herself so that they couldn't see her through the peephole. Even as an Amazon, she wouldn't open her front door if the person was hiding like that. But men aren't always so bright.
"Hello?" Vinnie said as he opened the door.
"Surprise!" Catgirl cried, and thrust kicked him in the face.
Vinnie was down, but not completely out. She jumped over him as he writhed on the floor, barely conscious. The other men were already starting to shout. Even with super strength and endurance, it was best to take the bad guys out fast and furious. As her mentor said just the previous night, "Give them an inch, and they'll bang your butt all night long."
"Catgirl says…," she said, bursting into the living room. All three remaining men were rushing towards the front door. Their eyes were huge when she appeared before them. She kicked up and around, right into AJ's face. "…Eat boot!"
"Ooff!" AJ cried, knocked to the side.
As he crashed over a small table, the other two turned to converge on her. Catgirl continued her spin from that kick, planted that foot and kicked out with a savage roundhouse with the other. That kick caught Johnny in the side of the head, smashing him to the side as Mr. Cotter closed with her, one fist back to pound into her. Catgirl immediately used her power to fly up and over him, so that he swung into thin air.
"A swing and a miss," she said, thrust kicking him between the shoulder blades and forcing him face first into the wall. “Strike one! Vengeance is mine!”
“Jesus! Someone chloroform her,” Mr. Cotter said, voice low and infused with pain. “Or taser her ass.”
Catgirl’s breath caught. She’s never been chloroformed, but heard about it. Unfortunately, on just her third night as a super heroine she got tasered. Fortunately, Midnight Avenger was there to save her butt. Objects of Power did not help a girl against tasers or chloroform.
Vinnie charged her from out of the front hallway. Johnny was crawling towards an end table with drawers, and AJ was struggling to his feet. Mr. Cotter had rolled to his butt, and was glaring at her. Johnny opened a drawer and pulled out a pistol looking thing, which she assumed was a taser. It looked completely different from the one she was zapped with before.
That’s when Vinnie reached her with a wild battle cry on his lips.
“Yeow!” she cried, ducking to the side away from his right cross. She seized his wrist with her enhanced reflexes, spun around as she twisted his arm. And then Catgirl used her hip to bump him up, as she pulled, directed, and threw him at Johnny. “Bam! Bet that hurt.”
Johnny went down with a grunt, and the taser went skittering across the floor. She started for it, but AJ charged her at that time. Catgirl blocked his right, left, and sidestepped an uppercut, and then tried to knee him in the nuts. AJ twisted and took the knee on the hip, and then backhanded her. The sexy sidekick was half-spun around by the surprisingly brutal str
ike. He was stronger than he looked.
AJ cried out angrily, and she ducked. Catgirl sensed he was striking, and just missed being kicked in the head. The power of his kick spun him around to face away from her, and she planted her hands on the floor and kicked him in the butt with both feet, sending him stumbling across the room.
Catgirl saw Mr. Cotter racing towards the taser out of the corner of her eyes. Johnny was on her, though, looking furious as he swung at her face. She blocked, spun around behind him, and kicked him in the back, sending his across the room. That kick help launch her at Mr. Cotter, who was picking up the taser and turning towards her.
“I don’t think so!” she cried, kicking it out of his hand. She threw a right cross, that he blocked. Then he grabbed her wrist and turned, flipping her over him. Catgirl allowed herself to be carried up and over, and used her gymnastic skills to land on her feet facing him.
Wagging her brows, “Catgirl always lands on her feet!”
“Land on this,” Vinnie snarled, and punched her in the back of the head.
“Ugh!” she cried, stumbling forward. Mr. Cotter reached for her, and she whipped a fast roundhouse up and over, sweeping away his hands. Continuing her spin, she moved behind him and kicked him into Vinnie. “Dogs! I’ll pound you into the ground if you don’t surrender and accept your fate!”
“I have a better idea,” Mr. Cotter said. He was on all fours, just a few feet in front of her. The other three thugs were sitting up on the floor, glaring murderously at her. It didn’t look like any of them were ready to give up the fight. “Why don’t we just dog your ass all night long?”
“Promises, promises,” she taunted, knowing she was in the superior position. So far she had dominated, and they knew it. “Unfortunately, you’ll be dropping the soap when you want some something, something from now on.”
“Haha, you’re funny, Catgirl,” Mr. Cotter said, turning his head to look her up and down appreciatively. “Have to admit, I’m impressed. You did much better tonight, Kitty Girl, so that means we’ll just have to dog your sweet round ass a lot harder and longer.”
“You dream big,” she said, striking an arrogant pose.
“Even better, I make dreams come true,” he said.
That’s when she spotted the taser in her far hand. As he sat back on his legs, lifting and swinging his weapon around to threaten her, Catgirl charged him with a wild cry. He was not fazed by her attack, and pointed the taser right at her center of mass. Catgirl realized she’d never reach him in time, so tapped her super powers to yank herself violently to the side and safety.
As she started to fly sideways, Mr. Cotter pulled the trigger. Catgirl watched as if in slow motion as two darts shot out of the taser, trailing thin wires. Her eyes widened as they few straight into her left hip, pieced her pants and skin. As a sharp pain registered, she cried out.
“Yeeeooowwwww!” she cried, as twenty-five thousand volts ripped through her shapely body. The pain was exquisite. Her brain shut down as she felt her body shaking violently, and then…blackness.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Uuugghh, what hit me?” Catgirl moaned out, and someone slapped her face again. Thwack! “Ugh, stop it, you moron. I’m awake.”
Thwack! “I know. I just like slapping you,” Vinnie said. Thwack!
Before she could making a biting remark about his manhood, she remembered where she was and who they were. Catgirl’s big blue eyes popped open, as she began struggling.
“Yeow! What the…? Handcuffs?” she said, writhing and bucking on the floor, surrounded by four big, scary men. “Ugh. Did you…tie my elbows together? Goddess Preserve! This sucks big greasy balls!”
“Speaking of sucking big greasy balls, I hope you like them big and hairy,” Vinnie said. “And sweaty delicious. Just for your dining enjoyment.”
She paused in her struggles to stare at him, caught in his triumphant eyes a moment. Unfortunately, her imagination was her undoing. Catgirl saw herself on her knees, face buried in his crotch as she licked and sucked on his hairy balls. That vision left her panting, face hot, and body riddled with sweet sensations.
"Damn! Did you see her reaction and that look on her face?" AJ said. "I think she actually likes the idea of sucking your balls, man."
Before she could regain control of her mind and imagination, Mr. Cotter yanked the sexy super heroine to her feet. She was pleased to find she was still completely clothed, and her face was still masked by the leather cowl. But why would they need to unmask her, since they’d already done it before.
Oddly enough, even in her present dire circumstances, it irritated the hell out of her that they failed to recognize her. She was one of Synne City’s most famous and celebrated citizens. How could they not recognize her? Were they even from Synne City?
“Hey, it’s déjà vu all over again, kitty cat,” Mr. Cotter said as he pressed her back against a wall, and pushed in close. His hands began to roam her body. “Did you miss me so much you had to find me for some more hot loving?”
Catgirl squirmed between him and the wall, no place to go and her body a riot of sexy sensations. Her mind was spinning. Her world was out of control.
“In your dreams, miscreant,” she whispered, voice surprisingly deep and hoarse. His talented hand began massaging her clit through her latex pants. Catgirl sucked in a sharp breath, head spinning. “Pervert.”
“Not my fault, beautiful,” he whispered, face moving closer and closer. “I’m suffering from a bad case of lipstick reflex. Mmm, you have the sexiest kiss-me lips I’ve ever enjoyed.”
“Oh my,” she gasped, caught in his intense gaze. His eyes were so lusty, so fierce and demanding. She dropped her eyes, averting her face. “Oh Goddess.”
He forced a knee between her thighs, his body pressed tightly against hers. Both of his hands were on her still covered boobs, squeezing and fondling her so sweetly. Then he rubbed his thigh against her pubic mound, and she felt damp warmth spreading down there.
"Remember our kiss the other night?" he whispered into her ear. He nuzzled and kissed that ear, then her cheek. "Mmm, so sweet and sexy. Remember how sexy it felt?"
"Yes," she said before she realized it.
"Ask me to kiss you again."
"No!"
"Ask me," he said, nuzzling her ear as he pulled her top down to expose her breasts. He kissed her cheek. Then he kissed the corner of her mouth. "Ask me to fuck you."
"What? I can't," she said. He took both of her boobs in his hands, and squeezed so sweetly as his thumbs rubbed her nipples to hardness. "I'm…I'm a super heroine, and your…evil."
She looked past him to discover the other three men were standing just feet away, and they were naked. Her skin goose-fleshed when she took in their hungry faces. Their broad shoulders left her breathless, and their erections turned her insides to hot, messy, mush.
"Then why are you humping my leg?"
"Huh? I am n…Oh my," she said, head really spinning now. It wasn't easy, but she managed to stop rubbing her latex covered pussy on his leg.
"Ask me to kiss you," Mr. Cotter said.
One hand dropped down between her legs. Catgirl bite her lip when he started rubbing over her sensitive clit. Her body reacted profoundly. She felt her pussy throbbing, so achy and needy, as he rubbed circles around her nub, sending the most incredible ripples through her body, Catgirl felt her juices flowing. Her back bowed, and a low moan escaped her lips.
"I think little Miss Alley Cat is in heat, boss," Vinnie said. "She's humping your leg again, really pushing into your hand."
Catgirl tried desperately to think of something vile. She needed to distract her mind, get it off how good Mr. Cotter's hands felt on her body. She needed to stop thinking about him naked, between her legs, riding her all night long.
"Yeow," she cried when he pinched, rolled and pulled her sensitive nipple. Then he pinched her clit through the thin latex. "Aaiiee! Ooooh…Please."
He kissed her cheek. "Please what?
"
Catgirl cried out when he pinched her nipple and clit again, really hard. She looked up into his intense eyes, and then at his slightly parted lips. She swallowed hard when he licked his lips.
"Please."
He tilted his head as he moved his face to within an inch of hers. Catgirl tilted her head, lips parting. Eager. Needy. She could feel his hot breath on her lips.
"Ask for it."
She was suddenly infused with heat. Her skin prickled as sweat began to bead, and it became really, really hard to breathe. She studied his face as her eyes burned.
"Please," she whispered almost too low to hear. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. "Kiss me."
"My pleasure," he said, and their lip melted together.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, hating how much she loved it.
Their lips caressed as their tongues wrestled deep in her mouth, and she felt his hands start to unfasten her corset. In no time it was flung aside, giving him access to the zipper to her catsuit. The zipper that went from her bosom, down between her legs, and up to the small of her back. And then he unzipped, freeing his big, thick erection.
"Oh Goddess," she breathed, head feeling light.
He sucked on her nipple, while one hand fondled her and the other stroked her slippery wet folds. She was completely waxed down there, so there was nothing but skin-on-skin contact that she felt profoundly.
"Beg for it," he said. He took his cock in hand and rubbed it all over her achy pussy.
"You're such a bastard," she croaked out. "Uggh. Just do it."
He rubbed her clit with the tip of his cock. She writhed and cried out. Groaned in frustration.
"Beg for it, Catgirl," he said. "I want to hear you beg."
Instead, she waited for him to slide his cock through her slit again, and thrust her hips forward. Catgirl managed to get him a few inches inside her, and it felt divine. But Mr. Cotter, pussy tease that he was, pulled out quickly. All she accomplished was to whet her appetite for more, more, more.
