4 comments/ 9624 views/ 22 favorites Cat Toy By: g00db0i My first fanfic! Thus, the following is a work of parody. Catwoman and Nightwing are property of DC/WB and I claim no ownership over them. I don't know what the current DCU status-quo is, so if the following doesn't match up, that's why! The following contains elements of femdom and mind control and magic I guess. All characters are 18 years of age or older. ***** In a darkened corridor of the Blüdhaven Museum of Civilizations, one sinuous shadow separated from the rest. The figure slid down the hallway, away from the opened panel where the guts of the museum's security system dangled like so much offal. The hush of the empty hall amplified the *tok*tok* of heels as the intruder passed by the exhibits, apparently uninterested in the Native American artifacts on display. Dead cameras surveyed the atrium as the shadow passed, polished lenses reflecting abundantly feminine curves all wrapped up in a skintight blend of technical fabrics and leather, the latter for the sake of aesthetics as much as any contribution to stealth it might have made. The shadow slid beneath the cordon that separated Special Exhibits from the rest without breaking stride. High above, a banner flapped gently in the breeze of her passing; it read, "THE BOUNTIES OF BUBASTIS- ON LOAN FROM THE SMITHSONIAN" proudly in faux- Egyptian script. The following day's date ran underneath, bracketed by stylized, cat-headed figures. Selina Kyle, the Catwoman, chuckled quietly to herself. It was almost too easy; she never would have gotten this far back in Gotham, where she'd long since learned to eschew the feline-themed heists that had once been her trademark. The Bat would have been there before she even got through the window, never mind letting her get all the way to the exhibit. It felt good to get back to basics. Selina paused for a moment in front of a glass case to preen. His loss. She twisted to the side, checking herself out. Maybe next time she redid her costume, she'd go back to the combat boots; the three-inch heels on these boots were a little impractical, but they did wonders for her ass. The muscular globes of her buttocks stood out even more prominently than usual as she arched her back just a little, pushing her prodigious breasts up further, while silently thanking science for the miracle of the built-in supports just beneath the chrome zipper that ran from her neck to her navel. "Maybe I'll even put the tail back on," she mused aloud, a smirk creeping across her plush mouth. It was terrible for balance and got in the goddamn way all the time, but it certainly drew attention to where she wanted it. Anyway, back to work. Selina nudged her cowl so that her ears were on straight, and strolled away, hips rolling. In the centre of the room, on an elevated pedestal, inside a thick glass case, stood tonight's prize: The Handmaid of Bast. Leather creaked as Catwoman flexed her fingers. The "Handmaid" was a stylized statuette of a cat from a recent dig near Bubastis, a foot in height and supposedly solid gold. The emeralds chasing around its neck glittered expensively in the dim light of the room. Selina approached the case; she adjusted her ruby goggles and stared into the red gems that were laid into the sockets of the statuette. With a flick of her wrist, glass-cutting claws flashed out from her left glove and she hunkered down to begin. "Straying far from home tonight aren't you, Selina?" From above, a familiar voice echoed. Scowling, she looked over her shoulder as another shadow fell from the rafters to the floor. "I could say the same for you, bird-boy," she said, standing. "Blüdhaven is *my* town," Nightwing stepped forward, idly twirling one escrima baton; despite the feigned nonchalance, every muscle in his lean, acrobatic form was tense and it showed through his own costume, which looked as though he'd been dipped in black latex. Catwoman unfurled the bullwhip she carried at her hip. "How'd you even know I was here?" She asked, giving the whip a flicker. "Are you kidding? I picked you up before you even got inside the building." He smirked. "I can't tell if you were just being disrespectful or getting sloppy in your old age." Selina snarled and her whip cracked. As she approached forty, she probably had ten-fifteen years on the kid, but needling a lady about her age was uncalled for! "We don't have to do this," she warned. "I don't want to mess up such a pretty face." Under his domino mask, Catwoman had to admit that the Bat's onetime sidekick had grown into his features. If he hadn't gotten into beating up muggers, he'd probably be on billboards selling Abercrombie & Fitch. How old was he now, anyway? He must be out of college by now, surely. She tried to add the years up in her head. He had to be at least in his twenties, anyway. "Tell you what," Nightwing dropped into a combat stance, raising both batons. "You go back to Gotham right now, and I won't even tell your boyfriend you were here." "Tell *you* what," she said, slicing the air with a vicious crack of her whip. "You won't even be able to remember this conversation happened once I'm done kicking your ass." He rushed forward, closing the gap between them; the toe of Selina's boot caught him on his finely-turned chin as she pinwheeled backwards. "Too slow, sweetie. Maybe-" Whatever else she was going to say was cut short as one of the batons came whistling towards her head. She took a quick step back in a fairly simple dodge, and it screamed past her to slam straight through the glass case holding the Handmaid. Cubes of safety-glass scattered everywhere, grazing her cheek, as the baton continued on, hitting the statue on the flank. It teetered, then began to tip over entirely. They shared a look between them and both scrambled to the other side of the pedestal as the statue tumbled. Selina felt as though she were moving through molasses as she watched the head come free of the body, spinning away to the side as she swung herself around the pedestal, coming in low to catch the figure. The vigilante aimed too high, and Catwoman watched his open hand swinging just past where the head should have been while she twisted her body to land on her cushioned behind and let the thing *donk* quietly on her bosom. The open neck of the thing stared up at her, and in the moment's breath that followed, a thick slug of something brown and deeply musky glugged out onto her suit. She was suddenly very much aware that the young hero was standing over her, staring down at her with those piercing blue eyes. He sniffed once, and she saw his pupils contract. Nightwing's eyes lost their focus for a moment, and he straightened up, staggering backwards. "What the hell-?" He said, wiping his eyes with a free hand. "What is..." Somewhere in the museum, an alarm sounded. Selina wiped the goo away hastily and sprang to her feet, watching him curiously. Outside, sirens began to wail. "Too bad, kid." Catwoman said with a shrug, scooping up the Handmaid's discarded head with her free hand. "Give my regards to the Bat." She dashed past, taking a moment to sweep his legs out from under him with a well-placed boot, and then she was gone into the shadow. Dick Grayson lay on the museum floor, watching the ceiling spin above his head as he listened to her heels beat a tattoo on the tile. He struggled upwards against the dizzying haze in his skull, and was on his feet by the time a pair of cops burst in. "What the hell happened here?" One of the officers shouted. "Nightwing? What the f-" "Nothing," he said, dismissively. He waved a hand, then slid his escrima batons back in their holsters. "Robber. I'm in pursuit. Don't worry about it." He slipped into the darkness, leaving the officers goggling as he ran. "I'm not crazy, right? You saw it too?" The first cop said to the second, sidling over. They spoke in hushed tones, as though not wanting the exhibits to hear. "You mean his-" "Right? It was huge. I've never seen anything-" "Well, I mean, you gotta *assume*, right? That anybody who dresses up like that," the second cop waved her hand vaguely at the darkness. "Probably gets off on it, you know?" "My kid's got a poster of him up on her wall. I'm gonna chuck it when we get home." "Hell, I'll take it off your hands. Rawr." -- From the fire escape, Selina slid open her window and slipped inside. Slamming it shut again, she put the Handmaid gingerly down on the couch, and peeled her cowl off to toss it alongside the statuette. Turning on a lamp, she looked at herself in the mirror; that goop had left a long brown stain across the grey and black material of her catsuit. She gingerly unzipped the front of the suit, only to find that some of it had soaked through, leaving brown beads of the stuff on her milky skin. "Ah, dammit," she said, striding purposefully into the bathroom, where she cranked open the tap in the shower. As the room filled with steam, Selina unzipped her catsuit the rest of the way, gasping as her thick pink nipples, rock hard and angry, scraped free of the zipper. As she wriggled her butt out of the restrictive grasp of the poly-leather blend, Catwoman ran a hand between her thighs, and was a little surprised to find that she was pretty slick downstairs. A successful heist was always an aphrodisiac, of course, but she hadn't been so turned-on in... well, in a long time. Stepping out of her boots, she walked into the water and let it beat against her plush body. "Honey, you need to get *laid*," Selina said to nobody in particular, running her hands through her short black hair to rinse off the sweat built up under her cowl before grabbing the soap. As she lathered up her breasts, she did the math: it had been two weeks and three days since she'd gotten the fuck out of Gotham, which meant that it had been two weeks, two days and roughly four hours or so since she'd gotten fucked last. Catwoman's slick sudsy fingers toyed with her firm flesh, as she thought about the Bat's thick, rampant cock, standing tall and free from his shorts, right before he fucked her that last time atop the First Gotham Savings and Trust building. She gently tugged at one nipple before shaking her head, sending a spray of water splattering against the shower door. It *was* definitely going to be the last time. However pleasantly fat his member happened to be, no matter how wonderfully full it made her feel, that didn't make up for his other shortcomings. Ten years they'd been hooking up, off and on, and he always, *always* had to be in control. A rough, dominant fuck had been fine when she was just starting out, but the older she got, the more tiresome it became. Not to mention that around the same time the first grey pubes started curling out around that big cock, he started having trouble not only getting it up, keeping it up and fucking her through to an orgasm. Rough sex was one thing, but frantic five minute rabbit fucks without even some cursory head for her simply weren't going to cut it any longer and she'd told him as much on that roof, packed up her shit, and got the hell out of Dodge. Selina snarled and pulled more violently on her nipple, letting it snap back into shape. But since then, the only thing she'd had between her legs had been either her own hand, or one of an increasingly-large collection of toys. Not that Selina had any trouble attracting male attention. Quite the opposite, in fact, but none of the men she'd run into since leaving Gotham had quite turned her crank. They all seemed so aggressively...normal. Boring men with boring jobs and boring suits and boring stories. More than once, she wondered if she'd picked up a cape fetish. Hardly surprising. Half the country had one by now, but that only compounded her problem. All the capes she knew were more or less like the Bat: big, hulking, driven, aggressive, dominant. What the hell was the point in moving if she was only going to end up back where she started? She wasn't about to live without cock for the rest of her life, either. She liked cock. Big fucking cock. Her long, delicate fingers, clean of soap, slid between her thighs as she carried on twisting one fat nipple, washing forgotten. Where did that leave her? What she needed was a cape cock. A big, fat cape cock. But a young one this time, some young stud cock that could fuck her relentlessly for as long as she needed, but only as much as she wanted. Someone she could mould and shape, turn into her private fucktoy at her beck and call, put her pleasure first and foremost. Selina's fingers were driving in and out of her wet hole now, palm slapping hard against her clitoris as she did. Someone young. Someone young and hard and hardbodied. As she fingerfucked herself, the image of Nightwing flashed through her head, back at the museum. Except this time he was on the floor and she was standing above him, looking up at her with those Vogue model eyes and waiting for her to make her next move. "Pull down your pants," she growled in her imagination. "And show momma what you've got." He hooked his thumbs in his waistband and- An orgasm ripped through Catwoman's body, unannounced. She gasped and trembled and her knees grew so weak that she had to grab onto the shower door to steady herself. "Ngh! Fuck!" She gasped as her index finger strummed furiously away at her clitoris. "Fuck fuck fuck." Wet fingertips squealed against the glass as she held herself up. Selina pulled her sticky fingers out of her pulsing hole, and stood up. "Jesus, you *are* hard-up, honey." Fumbling fingers searched for the bar of soap, as she started washing again. "As if any of *his* little minions would ever- would ever-" She found her fingers toying with her nipple again, thinking. The skin on her chest was tingling a little; she assumed it was from the afterglow, not really noticing it was localized around where the goo had soaked through her zipper. "Oh get a grip, Selina." With a rueful grin, she let go of her breast, and carried on with her shower. Later, after she'd dried off, it'd be time to find out what the deal was with the Handmaid of Bast. -- At his own apartment, Dick Grayson's fist was wrapped tight around the base of his cock. It was harder than he'd ever seen it, even during his midnight teenage fumblings with Barbara before college. Six inches of it stood straight out from his fist, the plum head a shimmery, angry purple. Precum drooled from the pulsing slit at the tip. It had been this way since leaving the museum, and had presented serious obstacle to leaping from rooftop to rooftop. He'd actually considered taking care of it on top of some building, but figured the risk was too high. As it was, he'd barely been inside the apartment before yanking his pants down to his muscular thighs and starting to stroke his rampant member. His buttocks clenched as he did, feeling his pulse rate rising; what was going on here? Dick couldn't remember ever feeling so fucking horny. It obviously had something to do with what happened at the museum, something to do with Catwo- "Ungh," he grunted as a frisson of pleasure slid up his spine. A chime sounded. Glancing over, he saw it was Babs calling. Fist slowly pumping his cock, he picked up the phone in his other hand. "Hey," Dick said, trying to keep the shake out of his voice, but not missing a stroke. "What's up?" "Just checking in," Barbara said; the gorgeous redhead known as Oracle was calling from her nerve centre back in Gotham. "Are you okay?" "Y-yeah," he said, pumping faster. "I'm good. Just out of breath." Maybe he should ask her if he could drop by; maybe a booty call was in order. Though confined to a wheelchair, Babs' figure was still as fine as it had been when she was active as Batgirl. As he thought about fucking the pretty college coed, Dick felt the need that had driven him home begin to abate and despite himself, the erection in his fist faltered. What the hell? "I saw someone hit the Museum of Civilizations," she said, oblivious. "Y-yeah, nothing serious." He watched as his dick flagged and deflated. "Cops didn't nab anybody, though. Were you there?" "Yeah." "Anybody we know?" "Yeah, just Ssss-" Catwoman's name fell back into his throat as his cock surged back to life. The shaft inflated so rapidly in his fist that it made him dizzy. "What was that?" Babs said. "I lost you there for a moment." "It was Sssss-" pleasure shot up through his spine as images of Selina flashed through his head, as he remembered how she looked there in front of the Handmaid of Bast, posing with one hand on her hip, the plush globes of her ass wrapped glove tight and pushed out. "What?" She asked again. "You're breaking up, Dick." In his head, Catwoman strode around the pedestal, posing for him while he panted and pumped and tried to choke back the grunts. "Just Ssssss-" just the effort of saying her name made his balls churn. "Ssssome random, nobody important." In his head, Selina nodded and smiled and just watching her lips curl made his balls jump and precum leak over his fist. "How come you let him get away? Are you sure everything's alright?" "No," he insisted. "I'm fine. Great." The imaginary Selina drew the handle of her whip up the length of her thigh; in his apartment, Dick fell to his knees. "Are you sure? Do you need me to tell Bruce?" "No!" He shouted. "I'm fine. I can handle Ssss-" he shuddered as his balls drew close to his body. "Ssssome dope, okay?" His fist flew up and down his slippery shaft, dreaming of Selina. "Alright okay. I get it." "G-good," he stammered. Catwoman tapped one heel impatiently against the floor. "Look it's been a long night, I should hit the sack." "Already? It's only-" "G'night, Babs. I'll talk to you later." Gritting his teeth, he hung up the phone even as Oracle was still talking. In his head, Selina said one word: "Cum." Dick had to choke back a scream as the cum sprayed forth from him, fine-tuned acrobat's body rigid as steel as the orgasm ripped through his body, pumping thick plumes of cream out of his balls. It was so intense it drove all thoughts and words and doubts out of his brain; his eyes rolled back in his head as he came and came and came, spurting out what seemed like a lifetime's worth of semen. Eventually, his fist wrang his balls dry and Dick fell to the floor, spent. Once he could gather up the energy to stand, it'd be time to find out what the deal was with the Handmaid of Bast. For now, however, it was just easier to lie here. -- The Director of Special Exhibits for the Blüdhaven Museum of Civilizations lived just outside the city core, in a (relatively) modest little McMansion that was hardly Catwoman's usual target. It was all so very *suburban*; she sneered. Nonetheless she took the time to case the place, making sure that there were no surprises in store. Which is why, when Dick eased himself out of a third story window the night following her heist at the museum, she was seated atop a nearby gable, watching. He really did have a very nice butt, Selina mused as he wriggled his tight behind out the windowsill. He was much slimmer than his mentor, but it was all lean, sculpted muscle. She squeezed her thighs together, reminding herself to focus. "Find anything interesting?" Selina asked as Nightwing straightened himself. The younger hero whirled around, and she noted the stricken look that he was quick to wipe from his features; what he had less control over was the flush in his cheeks. "No?" She tapped one leg against the shingles of the house, and his eyes flickered over them. "What are you doing here?" Dick ignored her question and took a slightly unsteady step backwards. "Well," Catwoman hopped off her perch; the boning in her catsuit provided significant support by necessity, but even so there was no restraining a certain amount of jiggle as she did. He rewarded her curiosity by flickering his gaze over her bosom for a moment longer than he had her legs. "The same thing you are, I imagine. I want to find out what I poured all over myself last night at the museum." Dick's eyes zeroed in on the elongated brown stain that crossed her leather-encased tits. Why didn't he even have his silly batons out? "Did you find anything?" Cat Toy He took a long, slow, blink, then shook his head. "The guy wasn't home," Nightwing said, vaguely. He backed up again, towards the edge of the roof. "That's not what I asked," Selina said, taking a step towards him. Sweat was visible on his brow. "Kid, are you okay?" "I'm-I'm fine!" He said, raising a warning hand. "Just stay over there, okay?" "Okay, sure." She shrugged. Nightwing's gaze raked over her form; he licked his lips. Selina watched him, a little confused and intrigued at the same time. He definitely should have been trying to kick her ass by now, or if not, vanished into the night. The hesitation was weird. So was the way he kept looking at her, slightly fearful and slightly needy. And he was starting to hunch over, angling his hips away from her. "You don't look fine to me." She said. "I mean, you look *fine* to me," his hair shook as a shiver ran through him. "But you don't look like you're alright." "Why the hell does everybody keep asking me that!? I'm fine, okay? I'm fine!" "Of course you are, kid. Of course you are." Selena took a cautious step towards him. "Look, maybe we'll give the guy's place a once-over together and see if maybe there's something there we can both use, alright?" "Back. Up. Just back up or-" "Or what? Come on, Rob- er, Nightwing." She beckoned to him with a hand. "We'll just go inside and then we can-" "Stay back!" He shouted, panic rising in his voice. Dick took another step backwards; the night opened up underneath him, and then he was gone. Somewhere below, there was a loud thud. "Superheroes," Selena said, ruefully. Craning her neck over the edge, she looked down to see him lying prone on the Director's carefully-manicured lawn. Fear clawed at her throat for a moment until she saw his chest rise. "Great. Now what?" -- When consciousness insinuated itself upon Dick once more, he found himself staring upwards at an unfamiliar ceiling. He tried to sit up, but the pain that shot through the base of his skull on down to his tailbone roughly shoved him back down. In a panic, he quickly patted himself down, taking inventory; his costume was still in place, and so was his mask. The escrima batons were gone, and so were his boots and gloves. They were sitting on a dining table not far away, among a pile of various gadgets and gewgaws he usually had secreted on him. He tried to sit up again, to no avail. "Don't worry," said a familiar voice from the other side of the couch where he lay. "You're unviolated." Dick groaned. "Hey," Selina said, bent over the glowing screen of a laptop. "I *could* have left you on that guy's lawn to get picked up by god knows who. I assume you have other crooks in this town." "Yeah," he grunted, closing his eyes. "Uh, is that a thank you?" She asked, pointedly, looking over from her computer. A 'thank you' drifted over from the couch as she turned back to what she was doing. "Anything broken?" "No, I don't think so." Dick's response was so quiet it was practically subaural. "Lucky you," she said, clicking away. "For a little while there I thought I was going to have to drop you at an ER somewhere. It was touch and go." If Selina put some emphasis on the word 'touch,' neither of them acknowledged it. "Jeez kid, did you grab this guy's whole hard drive? There's so much stuff in here. I can tell you every exhibition they've got scheduled for the next year, where they've got other artefacts in storage, approximate valuations for the best stuff, where he's going on vacation, in which offshore accounts he stashes the proceeds from selling artefacts that get "lost" in transit, everything." Behind her, the couch squeaked as Nightwing adjusted himself. "I wouldn't move around too much. I don't think you've got a concussion, but I wouldn't risk it if I were you." "Good- good idea." The couch squeaked again. "It's an uh- an image of his computer. I've got this thing that flashes it real quick." "Good boy," Selina said. Dick grunted. "This is going to be very useful. Hey, did you know that last year, the deputy mayor rented out the special exhibits room for an orgy? I wonder if his wife knows." She glanced over at the back of the couch. "Didn't I tell you to stop moving around?" "Y-yeah," he said. "Sorry. Did you find anything on the uh- the thing?" "Oh yes," Catwoman said. Her chair scraped against the floor as she pushed away from the desk. Heels *tok*tok*ed as she walked around the edge of the couch, one hand grasping the Handmaid. Dick stared. She was still wearing her catsuit, the cowl pushed back on her head to reveal short dark curls around her brow, the bright chrome zipper pulled down to reveal the upper slopes of her milky white breasts. Selina looked down at him. The young hero's face was deliberately composed as he lay there on her couch, staring up intently. Even in the dim lighting of the apartment, every muscle in his body was practically laid bare for her to see and she took her time, letting her gaze crawl up every finely-tuned inch, from the plates of his calves, to his lean, corded thighs, washboard abs and taut pecs under their slash of blue. Dick's hands were resting lightly on his crotch. She licked her lips and came all the way around to sit on the coffee table, crossing her legs, bobbing one foot as she did. "This thing," she said, plonking the statue down on the table. The head wobbled. "They dug this thing out of Bubastis." Selina's finger slid around the statue's ears, tracing a figure eight. "Which was the centre of worship for Bast, the Egyptian goddess of love an-" "Selina," Dick said, body absolutely rigid. "I don't need the history lesson." His mouth was tight, as though he was exerting himself. "Sorry, sweetie." She said, laughing. Catwoman recrossed her legs, watching his gaze flicker over them. "Monologuing is such a bad habit, isn't it?" "Anyway," she picked up the statue in both hands and cradled it, looking into the Handmaid's ruby gaze. "They pulled this thing out of the High Priestess' burial chamber. Apparently, it's fashioned like a ceremonial ampoule for some kind of ointment or perfume but it was so heavy," she let it *thunk* down on the table again. "They figured it was solid gold. Nobody thought to x-ray it." "S-so the stuff was-" "Some kind of religious goop, I guess?" She pulled the head away from the body, and a musky smell percolated through the room. "Something for the High Priestess to anoint herself with, maybe. The chamber inside," she looked down into the neck of the statue. "Isn't very big, though. Maybe you're supposed to use it sparingly instead of pouring it everywhere. A little dab will do." Catwoman laughed again, and picked up the Handmaid. "I don't see any left. I think we lost it all last night." She tipped up the bottom. "See? Empty." From his position on the couch, Dick could see a bead of the brown stuff appear at the lip; he watched as it slowly drew itself up around the Handmaid's orifice into a thick dewdrop. "Hey-" he started, too late. The goop was spalling downwards, splattering against Selina's taut black-clad thigh, running down those finely-tuned muscles to slide past her knee and over her shin. "Shit!" She jumped to her feet, and her breasts jumped with her, straining the confines of the catsuit. Dick watched as she wiped away at the mess, smearing it all up her left leg. "Goddamnit. Now I'm *really* going to have to get this thing cleaned. Can you see how bad it- kid? Are you alright?" Selina stared at her houseguest. It was obvious that Nightwing was trying to hold himself perfectly still, despite the slight tremor that was starting to build up in his limbs. "I'm-i'm okay," he replied, obviously struggling with something. "No, you're not," she told him. "What are you doing?" "Nothing," he said, an edge of desperation in his voice. "Y-you told me not to move." Selina's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Well," she said, warily. "You can relax. Just don't hurt yourself, okay?" "Thank you," Dick said, obviously relieved. The tension left his body and he sank into the couch, exhaling. While the rest of his body had relaxed, Selina noted that his hands hadn't moved an inch. "Something wrong with your stomach?" "No!" He exclaimed. "No, just-" "Well move your hands then," she said, frowning. "Let me see." An internal struggle raged within him for a moment, then Nightwing slowly moved his hands to his sides. "Oh." Selina said in a faraway voice. "I see." Nightwing's rigid member had tunneled a thick tube under his tight shorts, expanding under the hem of his shirt. It was enormous, longer than his mentor's had ever been, and looked like a smooth bar of cast iron under the black fabric. She laughed. "Is that for me?" "It's just-" the blush that rose to Dick's face was fierce and hot. "Look the- the stuff has this side-effect, it's the smell or something." "Oooh," Catwoman said again, this time in a mocking tone. "I see." Selina bit her lip. "Are you saying you don't find me attractive? That I couldn't make you hard?" He looked away. "That's not an answer," she said, her voice soft. "Tell me. Do you think I'm attractive?" Selina stood over him, arms akimbo, one hip cocked out. "Do you find me sexy?" She tapped one heel impatiently. "Tell me." He rolled his head and regarded her, face little pale, the struggle within him obvious. "Yes, alright? Yes." He clenched his fists, gazing at her with a mix of anger and desperate need. "I think you're fucking sexy. I've always thought you were fucking sexy." The words started pouring out of him. "I think you ushered me into puberty, Selina. You were my first fantasy. I probably spent more time jerking off for you as a kid than I have fucking any girl since. Okay? Fine? Is that what you wanted?" "Not quite," Selina voice was ragged, throaty. Experimentally, she said. "You can move one of your hands if you want." Dick's left hand shot from his side to his crotch, not quite covering the prodigious bulge. "Oh no, you can't cover it, kid. Why don't you just...touch it, a bit?" His fingers quivered, then began sliding up the length of his shaft. "Show me," she said, eyes focused on Nightwing's prodigious cock. "Show me how you used to jerk that cock for me." He let out a long, guttural groan and let his fingers curl around the shaft. "That's it, honey. Jerk it a little for Selina." Catwoman watched, fascinated as this Greek god of a young man lay on her couch, helplessly stroking his engorged member. She licked her lips. "You- you have to do what I say, don't you?" Dick just grunted. Selina ran a hand over one leather-clad breast, breathing deeply of the newly-released perfume from the Handmaid. "Pull down your pants, honey, let me see it." Suddenly, he was struggling with his tights, wriggling them down around his knees, yanking his shirt up to release his thick, velvety-smooth shaft. The blue tracery of his veins ran up and down the length of it - ten inches, she was sure - subtly pulsing as he began stroking it again. The thick purple helmet was coated in a thick sheen of precum. Selina had never seen anything like it. "It feels good to do what I tell you, doesn't it?" He grunted again. "That's not an answer, kid. Tell me." "Yes," he said, curtly, and at that a gout of precum rolled out of his cockhead and down his shaft. Dick groaned and pumped but kept his eyes on her standing not five feet away, idly groping one of her enormous tits while she watched him working his prick. "Has anything ever felt so good as fucking your fist for me, honey?" "Ngh," his spine shivered as the electric pleasure shot through it. "No." "You haven't had anything yet, kid." Selina began unzipping her catsuit, and he stared at the slice of creamy smooth skin that appeared, one continuous white slash of flesh from collarbone to navel. "You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you?" "Y-yes," he grunted, then gasped as more precum pulsed out. "You know you're bigger than he is?" Selina asked, pulling off one glove. "So much bigger than the Bat." She pulled off the other and tossed them to the floor. He stared and pumped as she yanked her cowl down. "And it's all for me." Catwoman drew an arm out of her sleeve, revealing one creamy shoulder, then the other, letting the top half of the catsuit fall to her waist. Dick's mouth opened, then closed, then open again. Her tits were magnificent, heavy globes that swung gently in the air after their release. They hung slightly in perfect teardrops, thick rubbery nipples a deep red as the blood rushed to them. "I'm going to take that cock," she said, pulling on one nipple. "And when I do, I'm going to take you. How does that sound, honey?" He could only gasp in response, pumping his cock while Selina wriggled out of her skintight suit, her perfectly sculpted, mature curves coming into view. "All my life," one long silky thigh appeared. "I've been fucked." She pulled her foot out of her boot. "Never in control." The tight nest between her thighs was jet-black. "Never in charge." Selina's catsuit *flump*ed into the corner. "But today," she drew herself up, looking down on him. "I'm going to change all that. From now on, *I'm* the one who does the fucking. Whenever I want, wherever I want, however long I want." Selina leaned over the arm of the couch, heavy breasts swinging against his face as she reached down and dragged her long nails across his stomach. "You're going to be *my* toy, to fuck with however I want. I'll do whatever I want with you, with that cock, because you both belong to me. How does that sound, kid?" Dick's voice was muffled by the heavy breastflesh pressing against his face, but his cock quivered in approval, and wept precum until it coated his slick fist. "Good boy," she cooed, dragging her nails upwards again, straightening herself. Selina reached down between her thighs, where her thick-lipped pussy was drooling freely down her leg. Smiling nastily, she jacked one leg up onto the arm of the couch, then the other. Dick stared straight up into her, eyes locked onto Catwoman's mature cunt, thick pink curtains hanging down and dripping with her cunt cream. She spread her labia, showing off the pulsating mouth of her pussy. "Do you have a girlfriend?" He nodded. "Not anymore." Selina laughed. "*This* is your girlfriend now," she slapped her pussy, sending her juice spraying down onto him. It smelled just like the perfume from the Handmaid. His mouth watered. "My cunt will be your girlfriend honey, just like I'm going to be your owner, your mistress." She began lowering herself over his face. "Why don't you give her a kiss, baby?" Catwoman gasped and shuddered as she felt her pussy lips form a seal around the hero's face. "You call that a kiss? Needs a little more tongue, honey." At the word 'tongue,' Selina ground her hips into his face, and was rewarded by feeling his tongue stabbing up inside of her. "That's it baby, a good, long, french-kiss." Dick fed hungrily from her sopping-wet hole, tongue searching deep into the core of her, drawing out her sweet, thick fluids. It all tasted like the Handmaid's perfume, the smell washing through his head and wiping his senses clean of anything but the deliciousness above him and the feeling in his cock. "Eat me you fucker," she grunted, fingers strumming away at her clit while she fucked Nightwing's face. He was driving his face into her with a will, as though he was trying to jam his entire head inside of her while his fist flew up and down that thick young prick, fat shaft thrumming with lust. "Don't you dare cum yet," she snarled, slapping his hands away from his cock. "You don't get to cum before I do, baby. You don't get to cum ever fucking again unless I give you the word." Dick's hands, free now, grasped her thighs as he leveraged his face deeper into her pussy; Selina watched those magnificent abs tighten as he pulled himself up into her and shuddered as his tongue found new depths. "Yesssss," she hissed, grinding her hips into his chin. "Yesssss, that's it, baby. I'm going to teach you how to make me *so* happy. This is going to be your whole fucking life now, just making. Me. Happy." Selina punctuated her words with wet slaps against her aching clit. "You're going to be my fucking toy, my fucking pet, my fucking partner in crime." Muffled sounds came from the depths of her cunt. She raised herself up, looking down upon Dick's sodden features. One corner of his domino mask had gone askew. "What was that?" "I can't-" he panted. "I can't. I won't. I've got to protect the city, I can't betray Br-" His words were lost as Selina dropped her hips back down on his face. "No?" She said, smirking. "*This* says different," Selina leaned down to finger the head of his prick, making Nightwing's hips jump. "You'll do whatever I tell you to and you'll *love* it, just as much as you love my pussy." She raised her hips again. "You *do* love my pussy, don't you, honey?" "Ngh," he grunted. "More, please. More." Dick craned his neck upwards, trying to reach her drooling cunt. "Ah ah ah," she teased. "That's not an answer." "Fuck, yes alright? I love your fucking pussy! Just let me taste you!" He whimpered and tried again. "Rude little bird boys don't get pussy," she waggled a finger at him, waving her lips just above his searching mouth. "Selina," he said, desperately. "I love your pussy. I adore your pussy. I need your cunt, please." "That's better. And you'll do what I say?" "Yes, of course!" "No matter what?" "Ngh, please!" "You've got to learn to give straight answers when asked," she admonished him, and with each word she swiped an index finger over his leaking pisshole. "No, no matter what, Selina. Please. Please just give me more." "Good boy," she enthused, swinging her leg back over his head, standing up on the floor again. "What- what are you doing? I want-" "It doesn't matter what you fucking want," Selina said, sharply. "Only what I want. And I what I want right now, is to ride this fat. Fucking. Cock. Understood?" He nodded, slightly dazed. "Now," she said walking around the couch. "Now I'll show you something I bet your pretty little girlfriend never could." He watched as Selina swung one leg over his body, raising her drooling hole over his rampant shaft. "Now you see it..." She winked at him, then dropped her hips. "Now you - ungh! fuck! - n-now you don't." In less than a second, Selina's fat-lipped, mature pussy had swallowed his shaft whole, something Barbara had never accomplished, even before his cock had swollen beyond its usual proportions. "Ooohhh honey, I'm s-so fucking full!!" One of her hands rested lightly on his chest as she settled into position, relishing the sensation of having every last inch of her cunt filled. "Grab my tits, you fucker." Dick reached up, fingers sinking deep into the firm, warm flesh of her tits, nipples drilling into his palms. "That's it, baby. Feel free to pull-ah! Yes, just like that." Selina rolled her hips around on his thickness while the young hero toyed with her nipples. "You can be rougher, honey. I'm not delicate." His fingers worked harder. Catwoman looked down into his enraptured face as he lost himself in her breasts, those blue eyes a little unfocused. She smirked and rolled her hips forward, grinding the head of his cock against her pubic bone, and they both gasped. Her hips raised up an inch, then slammed back down. Selina grunted. "Ffuck sweetheart, where has this cock been all my life?" She began to fuck Nightwing's thick hero cock in short strokes while he pulled on her nipples. "That little bitch you've been fucking has nothing on me, does she?" Selina asked, rocking back and forth as she pumped his cock into her hole. Cat Toy "God no," he said, fascinated. "Who is it?" She said, slightly sharply. "Somebody we know?" Catwoman dropped her hips again, slamming him deep inside of her. Dick's eyes rolled back in his head. "Yes," he grunted. "Yes!" He shouted as she fucked him in a long, smooth stroke. "Who?" Selina asked, leaning over, filling his vision with her tits. "Is it that little Bat-bitch?" Dick's shaft slid outwards and cream sluiced out of her pussy; she fucked herself downwards atop him. "Y-yeah," he said, vaguely. That was technically the truth; at least he wouldn't betray Barb- "Skinny little bitch has nothing on me, does she?" Selina's eyes locked with his. Her hips pumped faster. "Silly little college girl; I'm fucking hotter than she is, aren't I?" "Yes!" Dick grunted. "Every inch of me is fucking sexier than she is?" "Yes!" "I've got better tits," Selina fed one nipple into his mouth. He suckled noisily. "A thicker, more muscled booty," she grabbed one of his hands and put it on her ass, where he gripped tight and began fucking in time with her hips. "Better legs," Dick's other hand drifted up her ivory thigh. "And my pussy is just *so* much better, isn't it?" She stopped her hips and flexed and the walls of her cunt rippled and grasped the thick shaft of his cock; Nightwing's eyes rolled back into his head. "Yesh," he agreed, heartily as he sucked hard on her nipple. "God yesh!" "In fact, I bet you think of me while you fuck her, don't you?" Selina's cunt massaged his shaft, slurping on it; she began pistoning that cock in and out of her sopping wet hole. "Don't you?" He groaned, and nodded. "You've always wanted this, haven't you?" Dick's assent was muffled by breast he was trying to stuff into his mouth. "You're mine now," she moaned, her voice reaching a crescendo. "That fat young hero cock is *mine* now. I deserve it. I took it. I will fucking. Use. It. You're going to be my fucking cocktoy, honey and you're going to fucking *love* it!" The sound of their hips slamming together filled the room. "You fucking love it. You fucking *love being mine! Tell me!" "Yesssss," he hissed around her tit. "Fuck yes! Selina, I fucking love it! Please, make me yours. I want to be yours! Make me your fucking fucktoy!" "Good boy!" Selina's voice was shaky as she encouraged him, her ass pumping up and down on his thick pole as her pussy began to spasm around it and the orgasm began to overtake her. "Fuck me you young fucker! *Fuck. Me*!" Both of Dick's hands seized her hips as he slammed his cock into her with a will, chewing and flickering the thick nipple in her mouth. Soon Selina's encouragements were lost in a scream that seemed to come from her toes, and her body went rigid, creaming all over Nightwing's thrusting cock. She pulled her head above the waves of pleasure rocking through her long enough to shout, "cum goddamn you! Fucking cum!" His response was an incoherent roar as the cream rose up in his balls like he'd never felt before. Nightwing's finely-tuned body rocked and bucked underneath his mistress as he filled her up with cream, jetting plume after plume of hot semen deep inside of her. Gasping and sweating, Selina collapsed atop him as his still spurting cock slipped out of her. His domino mask had fallen off completely. Those blue eyes were faraway, unfocused, his consciousness diffused by pleasure. She could feel the hot cream splattering against the back of her thighs. "Mmmmm," she purred, lying on his chest. "You're going to be such a good toy, aren't you?" His cock twitched. Selina's fingers toyed with the blue slash across his chest. "We'll have to get you a new costume if you're going to be my junior partner." She could feel his shaft begin to thicken again against her thigh. A look of confusion crossed her face, and she raised herself up on her hands, planted on his firm pecs. "I just realized. You know my name, but I don't know yours." "Dick," he said, catching his breath. "My name is Dick." "Of course it is," Selina laughed, collapsing back down onto him. "Of course it is." Her laughter rang long and loud out into the night. END Cat Training Pt. 01 It was a dark day at the Robinsons Inn for the couple that owned the establishment. In a room sitting in a chair sipping his morning coffee was a man that was at his wits end. He drank his coffee very dark these days and laced it with moonshine more often than not, but today was one of the latter. He had to make a conscious decision and it was a horrible decision to have to make. He had to decide what he was going to do about his wife who was in the worst of wretched states. His story truly was one of the darkest stories ever to befall Rainfall Hills. *** Their names were Albert and Diane Robinson and they appeared to be the typical happy young couple living in the gloomy little town. They were simple people who owned a home that came with a small motel passed down from generation to generation. Albert spent most his time running the establishment while Diane the typical housewife was also a bit of a socialite with the locals. Albert had grown up in here and was a quiet man that preferred to stay out of the locals business and festivities. Diane on the other hand had married into the community seizing the opportunity for a life of social climbing and wealth. Diane had grown up in a world where she valued status greatly; though she had come from a broken family that had very little. She was very calmly and had grown into a very attractive woman with long blond hair and big blue eyes that could make many a man turn his head. After marrying Albert the people in Rainfall Hills welcomed her into their social circle acceptingly enough. She loved being accepted here, so in her mind she was a success. She had married a well to do man who she could grow fat off the land with, and had been accepted by the other socialites. She had never had it so good and she was happy. Albert on the other hand having grown up in Rainfall Hills was leery about how close she got to the locals. He knew that the locals all had dark secrets and skeletons in the closets that could fill a cemetery given a bad day. Growing up here he knew how jealous and vicious the social circles could be and genuinely worried for her constantly. Albert noticed how she was constantly in need of new cloths, purses, jewelry, which it had started to grow to be a burden on him financially. It was the way of life for most of the wives in the social circle to constantly out show each other with their new things and it was costly. He loved his wife but he had to be practical about things so he had quickly put a stop to it. He had given her a small allowance that would have been plenty for anyone with normal needs; but Diane being a woman needing constant material possessions in order to stay influential soon found herself miserable. It wasn't long before Diane was a neurotic mess that constantly found something wrong with her social being. It wasn't long that she had lost most of her standing with the other socialites. She became increasingly desperate to cling to whatever she had left often looking foolish to her circle of friends. She still got invited to the parties but she was never the center of attention like she had fancied herself to be and this made her miserable. One day the couple were home spending their evening together on a cold dark night sharing a sweet potent bottle of port wine. They had just finished their dinner by candle light prior to enjoying the intoxicating effects of the strong ruby colored liqueur. The shadows of the night played all over the room while the fire from the candles danced its fiery flame. Their small cat Grimfralcon had walked into the dining room and had jumped upon Albert's lap full of loving purrs happy to cuddle with him. Diane watched the cat as he was lavishly given love and affection from her husband with a deep feeling of self forlornness. Albert seemed not to notice while he stroked the cat's soft fur as it curled into a ball purring softly to itself. Diane's eyes started to water as she watched at how happy and carefree the little animal was. She thought to herself, 'If only life were so easy'. The strong alcohol was affecting her thinking and emotions greatly as she entertained her own thoughts. What could the cat possibly have that she didn't? Suddenly the wetness in her eyes took over and tears were streaming down her face and she left out a sniff. Albert looked at her suddenly alarmed and realized she had been crying. "Diane what is the matter?" he asked concerned. Diane looked at him from across the table and said, "It's the cat... he is always so full of love... I almost wish that was me in your lap... not a care in the world... always so happy." Albert starred at her incredulously for a moment then suddenly looked thoughtful about what she had said. "I know it's hard for you here with all the hub-bub," he said sympathetically. Albert had that look like he was really pondering something with his hand gripping upon his chin as if he had a possible solution though he was not sure as to whether he should suggest it. Diane looked at her husband with hungry eyes obviously open to suggestion. "What is it Albert?" she asked in an eager tone. Albert's face contorted thinking very hard then resigned to a more complacent look as he had made up his mind. He looked at her steadily, "Well there is this..." He paused for a moment still struggling with what he was about to say. "Well there is this..." he said again. Diane eyed him suspiciously then said, "Go on, I'm listening." Albert said, "Ok we have skin changers here, that role play the part of animals, through the methods of hypnosis." Diane looked on at him with wide eyes thinking about such a thing. Then the effects of the wine having a profound effect on her reasoning; she looked to the cat who was happily purring in her husband's lap and realized she would do anything to be so content. "Let's try it," Diane said hopefully. The thought of being so care free was just the fix that she needed and was eager to try it. "When can we try this?" she asked. Albert shook his head with a nervous smile on his face. He was amused at how interested his loving wife was in such an unusual practice, so suddenly. "We can do it tonight if you would like," he said. "There are a few skin changers that practice this every night of the week." No sooner than Albert had suggested a session with the skin changers to his wife had they decided to join them for a session. It was a relatively short trip for a regular to make that knew the area, and couldn't have been more than five miles up into the hills of the small town. A fire pit burned bright in a small clearing in front of three good sized cabins as they made their way. It was a beautiful night warmed with an enticing summer breeze and a radiantly lit full moon. As they parked and walked up to the burning fire the door to the middle cabin opened and two large wolves walked out slowly followed by an elegantly black haired beauty that Diane knew from her social circle as Elaine. Elaine was a very high standing member of the community with much wealth and status. That she would participate in something like this didn't settle right with Diane and she was caught off guard at the sight of her. There she was in a filmy black satin robe that clung tight to her body showing off every curve and little detail looking amazingly sensuous with two exotic pets by her side. Walking up to the fire she smiled pleasantly at Diane and said, "Welcome to our gathering Diane, I must say though, that I did have a feeling about you. Come meet Bobby and Mallory, they promise not to bite." As she spoke she motioned at the two large wolves by her sides. The couple walked up to Elaine and let the wolves sniff their hands before continuing. Albert said, "Always a pleasure Elaine." Then he bowed before her and took her hand in a fond kiss. "Well my lovely wife would like take a try at skin changing," he said, "is there anything you can do for us perhaps?" Making eye contact with Elaine was hard for Diane and she felt out of place here in front of someone with so much influence and power. Elaine noticed her discomfort and smiled pleasantly at her, "It is ok dear, in the animal kingdom we are all equals. You would like to be a cat I would have to think?" Diane could not find her voice and blushed looking down then quickly nodded her head. If she had been less intoxicated at the moment she probably would have asked how she had known that she wanted to be a cat. The fact that she was being treated well by someone with such a high standing though also clouded her mind and judgment. "What does it take to do this?" she asked meekly forcing herself to make eye contact shyly. "You just have to trust me," she said looking deeply into Diane's eyes taking her slender hands into her own nurturingly. "I am a natural hypnotist. Let yourself be taken deeply within my hazel eyes... relax..." she said calmly. Diane did as she was told looking back into Elaine's stunningly radiant eyes. She felt she could get lost in those eyes as she felt herself blush at the thought of being attracted to another woman. Elaine held her gaze upon Diane and never broke contact for a moment steadily pulling her under a spell making her legs grow weak. The more Diane let herself fall into those eyes she found herself growing with euphoric arousal. She kept looking into Elaine's darkly seductive eyes and felt she could be lost within those deep pools of hazel. Elaine continued to talk and bind Diane to her heady spell. The tension soon ebbed away as she felt herself being taken by Elaine very quickly. For certain she thought to herself that this woman was indeed a true hypnotist. It didn't take long for Elaine to realize how easily Diane had fallen under her spell; so she decided to take full advantage of this. She spoke slowly, soothingly and seductively. "Let yourself be lost within the wonderful sanctity of my eyes... know that there is nowhere else for you... drift within my eyes deeper and deeper my pet." Elaine continued bringing her further and more overwhelmingly under her spell. Diane soon had a very lost look in her eyes as if she had become inebriated, by something that caused some of the heaviest feelings of euphoria. Albert knew what Elaine could do and became uneasy at how fast she was taking his wife. It also made him further uneasy at how easily Diane had yielded her will to the skin changer. Elaine began to speak with the prowess of a predator exacting its kill, "You are lost inside my eyes now... my little sex kitten... let Diane go... you are mine." Diane moaned softly very aroused at her last words. Elaine took one of her hands from Diane's and gently stroked her hair back from her face brushing ever so gently behind her ears. Diane shivered at her touch and yearned to be taken deeper by Elaine, having found herself very lost. The feelings of euphoria were overwhelming, and she never wanted them to stop. Her thoughts slowed as she let herself fall deeper and deeper under Elaine's spell. Elaine finally broke eye contact with Diane, and looked to Albert triumphantly. Albert's hands were shaking at what he saw. The spell was obviously a success, but, he suddenly felt foolish for allowing himself to ever accept Elaine's invitation to let his wife walk among the skin changers. It was indeed Elaine's invitation earlier that week that had given him the idea to bring her here in the first place. He cursed himself now, for not seeing the possible reasons behind such a thing. Before him his wife appeared lost... staring into a phantom set of Elaine's eyes that only she could see. Elaine looked to Albert who had a look of regret on his face, "Fear not Albert, her chances aren't bad." Albert looked back at Elaine uncertainly. Elaine spoke again, "You are a sex kitten now Diane... You live only to serve your master... give yourself deeply and fully... let your will bend to mine... it is bending... bending... and it will break..." Albert looked at Elaine pleadingly not daring to speak while her magic was working knowing his place. She grinned wickedly at him, "you were very right to be concerned about her Albert, she has made the locals most unhappy with her constant complaining and desperate attempts to draw attention to herself." Albert only shook his head sadly, expecting the worst. She turned her attention back to Diane and said, "feel yourself conforming... it feels wonderful to please your master... you live only to serve... you are a sexual little kitty... you will serve anyone that I tell you, and you will let them take pleasure from your body in any way that they tell you... even if it kills you... feel your will breaking... breaking... break!" Suddenly Diane broke inside and her mind went vacant as all of her will removed itself from her mind. A terrifyingly lusty scream escaped from Diane's lips as it happened to her and she lost her will completely. Then her body shuddered horribly as if it had released the most violent of orgasms... she was ready to be remade. Albert quietly sobbed to himself knowing that she would never be quite the same as before while his heart silently broke. Elaine smiled wickedly in cruel satisfaction as Diane stood there with a vacant look upon her face with no will of her own. She looked to Albert then smiled at him as if reassuring him saying, "Don't feel so bad, she is ours for the breaking now," then her face soured as she said with disgust, "boy will I going to be glad not to have to hear her constant whining, and empty bragging about things that only pertain to her miserable dull life." Albert asked with hesitation, "What are you going to do?" Elaine looked to him thoughtfully and said, "She is going to be your personal cross to bear. What would you suggest?" Albert thought for a moment then came to a decision, "She is going to hate life without her social climbing. Could you turn her into a skin changer? A house cat maybe?" Elaine smirked, "Your terms are acceptable, but first you have to do something to finish her curse. Fuck her like you've never fucked her before! Fuck her in ways that she never would have let you done before I took her will! I want to see her scream helplessly at the end of your cock as it tears into her in ways that she never would have dared or shuttered to have even thought about! "She needs to be utterly broken, and you are going to be the one to do it Albert." Albert looked horror stricken at what he had just heard. He cringed at the thought of what he was about to do. His whole body began to shake in growing anticipation of what he was about to put his wife through. Elaine turned to Diane and started to tell her the terms and rules that she now had to live by. Diane heeded the words that she was hearing. She was given back her current conscious mind, but she was now a slave to everyone in the community. She was unable to talk back or disobey anyone that lived in the towns every word. Her will had broken, so she accepted her new role in the town fully, but she was horrified at what she had become. She had to follow her new rules but she didn't have to like it one bit. "It is done," said Elaine with a cruel smile playing upon her lips, "I'll start this. Have you ever been kissed by another woman Diane?" Diane let her eyes face the ground as her lower lip trembled, feeling herself wanting to cry, after having found herself in such a predicament. Diane spoke nervously with a simple, "No." Elaine said with authority, "Look at me when I talk to you." Diane looked into her eyes obediently, the same eyes she had been so enthralled with only minutes before. Now she realized how cold and calculating those eyes were. She maintained eye contact against her will as her lower lip continued to quiver unhappily. Elaine smirked that evil little grin again, "My Diane, but you look like you are about to cry. Not happy with your new role in our little community?" "How could I be?" said Diane, her face full of remorse and sorrow. Elaine advanced upon Diane with the hungry look of a predator about to claim into kill. She took Diane's head with her hands and said, "Let me show you how it's done my little sex kitten." Elaine covered Diane's lips with her own and started to kiss her very passionately. She stopped suddenly realizing that she was not being kissed back. A look of anger fell over her face as she looked into Diane's eyes. "Ah ah, you must participate with me as if you were enjoying it... you live to please now... you don't have to like it," she said with malice in her voice. She looked into Diane's eyes enjoying the discomfort she was putting her through while she took pleasure at her expense. She resumed kissing her and Diane was surprised to find herself doing her best to participate in a very passionate kiss as Elaine took her mouth for a ride. The very thought of being with another woman repulsed Diane so she started to shake nervously now that the spell had gone away leaving her to Elaine's mercy. Diane was not at all a lesbian and this could not be happening to her she thought. She was helpless to resist the invading mouth as her will was no longer her own, so deftly she participated in a very sincere hungry kiss. Diane was humiliated and disgusted kissing another woman so openly. Their tongues explored each other's hungry wanting mouths in the most voracious and seductive of ways. Their lush full lips rubbed over each other's caressing softly and hungrily. The kiss only got more passionate as their lips were slickened with their saliva and incredibly lovingly as the two women got lost in the passion of the moment. Albert watched on slack jawed with a mix of regret and carnal lust at the scene that was unfolding before him. Elaine started to suck on Diane's lips with building hunger and the kiss became more ravenous and hasty. Elaine devoured her mouth as she ripped Diane's dress right off her body then proceeded to do the same to her panties and bra. Her clothes lay about her tattered and ruined, she was completely naked besides a set of high heels she had on. Diane had good sized breasts that were young and perky, complemented with a full set of legs and a bubble butt. Elaine inspected her body roughly as she broke the intense kiss pulling on her nipples until they went taught. Diane stood still and let out a whimper as he breasts stretched and her nipples grew hard. Then she suddenly she let out a gasp as Elaine let go and they flopped back to her chest. "Lie down on your back and open your mouth slave," Elaine said to Diane as she removed her filmy black robe and stood there naked before her. "Let your tongue out down to your chin, and wait for it," she said. Diane did as she was told as her mind tried to hide itself in some dark place from reality in fear of what she dreaded would come next. Savoring the look in Diane's scared eyes as she descended upon her face, she smiled down to her smugly as she slid her sex down upon her tongue making her taste her musky vagina. She kept her pussy firmly upon Diane's tongue moving it back and forth like some kind of banana slide for her pleasure. She hadn't sat down all the way yet as she focused keeping just her labia and vulva moving on her tongue in rhythmic harmony. As her fluids started bath Diane's tongue it created a burning sensation for Elaine that she was very familiar with. Diane was silently screaming to herself as her tongue was being used for Elaine's satisfaction. The taste of pussy was very strong and alien to her, and she desperately wanted it off her tongue. She was utterly humiliated and the only thing keeping her sane was the fact that her will was not her own. She was not allowed to go mad for it would hinder her ability to please in the community. Tears of shame and despair were rolling down her face as she tasted Elaine's love juices coating her tongue. Cat Training Pt. 01 Elaine finally started to lower herself all the way upon Diane's face. She planted herself firmly on her face covering her up so that she could not breathe. Elaine leered down into Diane's eyes as she started to smother under her wanting pussy. She started to straddle her moaning to herself in pleasure as she mixed the juices of her pussy all over Diane's face letting them burn upon her vulva pleasantly as her cheeks grew flushed with heat. Elaine said in a deep throaty voice as she started to get close to her first orgasm, "Albert, come fuck her in the ass... I want to feel her scream into my pussy as I ride her face!" Diane was going to be in for a long night...