Batgirl looked up as her assailant entered, a stunning raven-haired woman in a long black dress, two white streaks of hair framing her cruel look. “Ah, quite the effect I had hoped for, marvellous! But I want more. The thief, Catwoman, bring her to me my precious and you will be well rewarded for it. Of course, subdue her in any way you desire.”
Secure in the belief that Batgirl was in her thrall, Van Horn quickly led her out of the frat house basement and out into the smartly cut lawns, the clear air and sparkling sky calling to Barbara. This close to freedom but still under the gaze of her ‘mistress’ and a handful of robed goons, Batgirl was forced to use her strange new powers to grow a set of leathery wings and leap into the air, flapping hard. At first uncertain, but with gaining skill and speed she found herself flying, quickly revelling in the sensation of flight. However unnatural her new body seemed at first, hurtling through the sky on wings obviously magically empowered to allow flight, nothing seemed better.
Becoming more and more enraptured by her new body, Batgirl found herself thinking on what the strange woman had said. She did not even know her name but she was supposed to obey mistress a concept so alien to Barbara, but yet so evocative. Images that had started in her cell returned to her, Kyle kneeling down, pleasuring Batgirl on her knees calling her mistress. These strange fantasies always featured Batgirl as her new improved self…
A plan was forming, and despite it seeming as a rationalisation to swoop down on the little sluts apartment and make her squeal, it would offer an opportunity to find out about the strange woman in black. Working from the inside, so to speak. Before she knew it, Batgirl was circling Selina Kyle’s apartment building with the intention of…what? Ignoring the seething heat growing in her loins, and the moisture gathering in her sex, Batgirl swooped down to the balcony, letting herself in.
***
Selina reclined on her couch, rubbing Isis’s shin while watching some inane movie. Her real attention was on her next big heist, or possibly on her strange love-hate relationship with accused Batman. With a hiss, her cat leapt up, slinking away, but looking about Selina saw nothing to be alarmed about (missing the dark figure clinging to the ceiling with strong claws).
The only thing strange was a lingering musky scent the lithe thief could not quite place. It was however, a tantalising smell, and somehow…arousing yet very feminine. Very feminine as Selina found her body reacting to the smell as strange thoughts slowly crept into Selina’s consciousness. Her reflection seemed far more interesting than it normally did, her slim waist, lush lips and long legs capturing her attention enough to be surprised by the appearance her unannounced dark stranger, definitely not the usual Dark Knight.
Turning to face the intruder, it was the claws Selina noticed first. Sharp looking claws leading to dainty feet, dark furred, the heels and slim ankles strangely raised off the floor, as if supported by an invisible shoe. The well developed calve muscles would certainly prevent that pose from becoming troublesome, and the well muscled but wondrously curved thighs would lend considerable strength to a kick, or entangle a lover with the firmest of grips.
The purple hotpants showed off the lush curved of hip and firm behind, and Selina’s gaze lingered momentarily on the prominent furred mound and glistening fluids, but soon travelled up the slim waist to the swelling bosom, swanlike neck and rubber clad face with its lush lips and challenging stare, the dark eyes haunting.
“You like the new look, my pet?”
Fri Jan 09 17:53:35 2004