2 comments/ 5177 views/ 3 favorites The Cat, the Bat and the Whip By: david73 He stood in the shadows and watched. The city was full of shadows. A place of darkness and corruption. His city to patrol. He watched from the rooftops as her lithe form entered the apartment. She was new to the city this Cat. But already her name was spreading. A rash of thefts. Expensive jewels stolen from expensive apartments. Not the sort of crime he usually concerned himself with, but she was getting too bold. Challenging his reputation by her continued freedom. It was time he introduced himself He entered the room silently and paused to observe. She seemed unaware of his presence, kneeling down to work on the safe, her shapely ass thrust up towards him. The tight fitting black outfit she wore left little to his imagination. He licked his lips, watching. "Like what you see darling?" Her voice broke his trance. His body tensed anticipating attack or flight, but she made no effort to move. Her fingers delicately worked the combination lock on the safe as she gave her hips the slightest of shakes. "This is my city.' He growled. She spun the dial one more time and pulled the door of the safe open. Reaching in she pulled out a small pouch and finally turned to face him, a triumphant grin on her face. "And these, are my pretty diamonds." His eyes swept over her body, artfully posed to maximize her curves. The leather bodysuit again giving his imagination plenty to work with. She smiled at his obvious appreciation. "Another time perhaps darling, I have people to see." She smirked and made to walk past him towards the window. He stepped in front of her, forcing his face into an impassive mask. The anger in her eyes was obvious past the domino mask that she wore. "Move." She hissed. "Hand them over." He growled. Her hand lashed out with deceptive speed. A sharp claw tore at the skin of his cheek, drawing blood. He forced himself not to react to it. To remember who he was. Instead he struck out with his right leg, whipping it around to knock her from her feet. She jumped nimbly out of the way without losing her balance, but he pressed forward, launching a series of strikes at her that she was forced to either block or dodge. They circled each other cautiously for a moment. She was fast, but not as strong as him which forced her to be more defensive, but she was only trying to escape and he needed to incapacitate her. She struck out again with her claws, but he was expecting it this time and grabbed her wrist, pulling her in so he could use his mass and strength against her. Her body felt soft and comfortable against him, but he pushed the thought aside as he tried to grip her other wrist. Somehow she twisted and spun free her foot kicking towards his chin, forcing him to block again. This time he was able to grab her leg and throw her onto the ground. She landed unevenly and glared up at him from the floor. "Enough." He said. "Surrender." "Oh I don't think so." She grinned at him now. "How are you feeling? A little light headed?" He glared at her suspiciously. Breathing harder than he would normally. Her grin grew larger as he swayed slightly. She got smoothly to her feet and sauntered over to him as he tried to steady himself. "I won the moment I scratched you." She leaned in close and her lips pressed against his cheek. "Sleepy times darling..." He crashed to the floor unconscious. ***** It was the pain in his shoulders that brought him round. Cold steel around his wrists told him even before he opened his eyes that he was chained and hanging from something. A cautious twitch of his leg confirmed that they were chained too. And he was naked. Or almost naked at least. His mask was still in place and something stretched over his crotch, but the rest of his body was exposed to the chill air. "You might as well open your eyes darling. I can tell you're awake again." The Cat's voice taunted him. Giving up the pretense he moved his head to look at her. She had posed herself again, artfully accentuating her curves in anticipation of his stare. Even in his current predicament that body aroused temptation. "Thats better." She smirked at him. "Seems I gave you a bigger dose than I intended." She strolled towards him and his eyes took in the whip she was holding so casually in her hand. "It's probably just as well mind you. A big hunk of man like you wasn't easy to move." She ran her free hand over his chest and stomach, grinning as his muscles tensed. Curling her fingers she let her claws scrape against his skin. "Relax now darling." She mocked. "We're just going to have a chat... and some fun." With that she scratched with her claws leaving lines of red flesh across his chest. He glared at her. Refusing to give her the satisfaction of struggling. "Oh I'm going to have fun with you." The Cat practically purred in amusement. "But first you and I need to come to an understanding." Her hand moved slowly down his chest as she spoke. "You and I can have a wonderful relationship. And all you need to do is leave... me... alone." She emphasized each word by pressing her claws against his stomach. "You keep chasing down your lunatics and lizards and clowns. They scare off the people I want to rob anyway. And in return. Well... we can discuss that." Her hand crept down to cup his crotch through the material of his underwear. Despite himself he felt his body begin to react to her. She leant in close, whispering in his ear. "You did like what you saw didn't you? And... well your body is in excellent shape." The palm of her hand began to slowly massage his cock. "I hope you don't mind me taking your costume off. It was going to get in the way. I did give you a pair of panties... just to make you decent." She giggled, her hand molding itself to his hardening shaft and moving slowly up and down. The Bat looked down in shock, seeing her hand pressed against the light pink panties with the cartoon cat imprinted on them. The Cat giggled, still moving her hand up and down. He forced his hips not to respond. "There are all sorts of rumors about you." She whispered in his ear. "Dressing up like that. You must have a few secrets to hide. She moved round behind him, pressing her leather clad body against his back, her hand still squeezing his cock. She planted a kiss on his shoulder. "And I can feel how much you like this." The Bat's body trembled. He had steeled himself for torture and hardship. But this teasing, taunting seductress seemed to know his every weak point. Gritting his teeth, he shook his head. "No." Was all he could get out. She pulled away from him, and he almost moaned as her hand let go of his cock. "Perhaps a different form of persuasion will work better." She hissed and a line of burning pain struck his back. "A little stick to go with the carrot maybe?" She struck him again and a third time. He hid a smile. This he could easily withstand. "Are you into pain? Is that your thing?" She struck him twice more from different angles. "It would explain the outfit." This time she struck the back of his legs. The Bat focussed his mind to block out the pain. The Cat paused and then walked round in front of him again, her whip swishing angrily in one hand. "Well... it certainly hasn't dampened your excitement has it?" She smirked looking blatantly at his still swollen cock. The Bat felt his cheeks redden ever so slightly. Had she stumbled on the secret of his resistance to pain? Tossing the whip aside she stepped closer, so close he could feel her hot breath on his skin. Her hand pressed against his crotch again as she stared into his eyes and with her other she pinched his nipple. It was too sudden and unexpected, he couldn't dampen his reaction. His cock twitched against her hand. She grinned in triumph. "So that's the big Bat's secret is it?" She smirked as she stepped back. "Everyone thinks you like giving pain. But they have it all back to front don't they. Oh this is too sweet." "You should have said yes darling." She said as she turned and walked away from him. "Now I've got all sorts of ideas to try out." The Bat watched her closely, using her distraction to try and work on the metal cuffs, but there was no give. When she turned again to face him, she was holding a sharpie in her hand. Her gaze lingered on his exposed body for several seconds, smirking before she strolled over to him and wrote on his chest with the sharpie. "Time for a new name." She grinned. "Not so much a bat any more... more of a cat toy." Tossing the pen aside, the Cat reached down and grasped his still swollen cock. "And such a fun toy too. But I don't want you to be having too much fun."Reaching into a pouch on the belt around her waist, the Cat pulled out a piece of card and wrapped it tightly around his cock. "That should keep you under control." She purred. Leaning in she let her body rub against his, taunting him. The Bat's cock throbbed it's need for release frustrated. The Cat moved behind him, her hands teasing and caressing his body, her curves impossible to ignore pressed against his back. "You like this don't you?" Her breath was hot in his ear, but he gritted his teeth and refused to answer. She pulled away and struck him again with the whip, infuriated by his stubbornness. Then he felt her hands against the cheeks of his ass, stroking them, parting them. The Bat couldn't hold back a gasp as he felt the end of her whip pressing against his asshole, pushing it's way in. To his shame, his cock betrayed him, straining against the cord wrapped around it as the Cat pushed her whip handle deeper into his ass. "Oooh. Somebody likes that don't they?" She giggled, reaching around to casually bat at his twitching cock. "You always acted like you had a stick up your butt and now you do!" The Bat shuddered, his body was no longer his to control, his mind awash with lust, his cock screaming for attention as the Cat fucked his ass with her whip handle. "Tell me how badly you want to cum right now." She whispered in his ear and to his horror the Bat heard himself speak. "Please." He whispered. The Cat let out a peal of laughter, trailing her fingers along his swollen shaft while her other hand pushed the whip handle deeper into his ass. "Say it again." She bit his ear lobe. "Admit to me that the Cat just broke the Bat!" The Bat shuddered, lost in a haze of desire and need. "Please." He rasped. "Please let me cum." The Cat stepped away from him, moving round to survey her triumph. The Bat's body heaved, his muscles tense, his cock purple and rigid. It was enough to make a girl wet. She pulled out her phone and held it up. "Just a little souvenir." She said. Something to remind us both who is really in charge. "Beg for me." And the Bat begged. "Please, please just let me cum. I need it so badly." He squirmed, face and body flushing with embarrassment as the Cat laughed again, recording the whole thing. "Tell me what you are." She demanded. "A... a cat toy." His shoulders slumped in defeat. "I'm a cat toy." "Very good." The Cat grinned. "Don't forget it, or I'll teach you another lesson. Now... I'd better be off. But don't worry I'll call the police once I'm clear. I'm sure they'll get you free." The Bat watched in horror, his eyes fixed on her leather clad ass, as she walked away, her laughter ringing in his ears. His cock twitched and throbbed with painful need but there was nothing he could do except wait for the police to find him humiliated and broken.