Batgirl's fall, Catgirl's Rise.

by Dark_Z (ao3)

Barbara paused atop a warehouse roof, mildly bored but still alert. Batgirl had been engaging in surveillance in the area of Gotham's docks based on rumors that the mad hatter was preparing for a major attack.

But so far the only noticeable movement were fishmongers taking on the next day's catch, and normal cargo ship operations.

Batgirl stared down at a group of longshoremen, her bat-parabolic-microphone aimed towards their group' chit-chat.

"Aye, that sure was a weird one."

"Yep. Don't often get a stripper claiming a shipping container."

"Laddie, ye best watch yer mouth. She twern't no stripper, and if'n she heard ya call her that, she'd probably whip the skin from yer bones. If'n ya talk about her, her name is Catwoman."

Barbara paused. This sounded unusual that Catwoman was doing something in the docks when she was expecting the Mad Hatter and some kind of Alice in Wonderland based plot, so Barb wasn't certain whether the discussion about a recent shipping container was relevant to her search.

Then again. Jervis Tech had gone after Catwoman before to be his Cheshire Cat in a previous caper, so this might be relevant.

Barbara left the edge of the warehouse roof, and picked the lock of the roof access, before going down to the office and pulling the records of recent shipments.

"Hmmm, Transport of 1 full-length Connex shipping container to a warehouse at 9001 Manx Street."

Batgirl paused "Manx Street. Well that is certainly consistent with Catwoman, but not with Mad Hatter."

The door to the office jiggled, and when a dock worker entered to grab some paperwork, the room was empty as if no one had been there in hours.

---- 9001 Manx Street Warehouse----

Batgirl stared at the nondescript warehouse with a sign noting that it was the property of "Zoomies Courier Service, LLC"

Barb pulled up the company on her arm computer, and it looked like a small transport company that didn't seem to do much business, but had ll the paperwork to transport pretty much anything in the country. With a name like Zoomies it was basically the last company to be called. (Compared to AAA All-world shipping)

Batgirl saw no other option. She had to investigate.

She approached a nearby warehouse and used a bat-grapple to climb to the roof. And then from there it was just a matter of a grapple with a circular pendulum swing, and she was on the roof of the warehouse.

It appeared to be deserted, but as Batgirl picked the lock, she found that this door had far more tumblers and false tumblers than most locks.

After double her normal time to pick an industrial door, Batgirl was in. Once inside the building the room connected to the roof stairs was spotlessly white, floor walls and ceiling.

The heroine exited the white room into a hallway. She could hear noises down one of the hallways and decided to investigate. Soon the hallway opened into a giant room and enclosed garage, with a cargo trailer inside the giant room pulled up to a loading dock. Sounds appeared to be coming from the trailer, so Batgirl began to approach trying to keep to the shadows. Soon two women dressed as security guards exited the trailer, and closed the doors. They locked the trailer door then entered a nearby hallway.

Batgirl was torn between following them, or searching the trailer, and she decided to search the trailer.

She went over and picked the lock, opening the trailer, which appeared to have a small cargo area and then an actual internal door to the rest of the trailer about 10 feet in, leaving a 20 foot section to be explored.

But before she could go further, she heard footsteps in the distance. In that moment she considered her options: run, hide, or fight. If she ran she would get away but the investigation would not be covert. Hide was a possibility but risky if they came in the trailer, and fight was more of a last resort.

So hide. Batgirl pulled the door shut until it clicked shut, and hid in a shadow behind a crate.

The door opened, and batgirl watched a woman in a lab coat and boots with stilettos walk past her to the inner door, which the woman unlocked and then went in.

Batgirl had new options, but staying in the corner was not one of them. If lab-coat came out, Batgirl would be obvious from that angle.

Barb begannto stand up from her crouch, but lost her balance, falling and catching her weight on her hands. Silently batgirl tried to recover but something was wrong. She was suddenly so tired. And everything tasted metallic.

Gas!

Batgirl began to reach for a gasmask, but everything went dark before she could get it out.

--- Some time later ---

"Time for good little girls to awaken Barrrrrrrrrrrbra." A seductive voice purred into her ear

Batgirl groaned and then her eyes shot open as she awoke. She had been in a cargo trailer in a warehouse investigating when she was gassed!

Now as Batgirl was awake, her eyes flew around to take in her circumstances, to see a tiny but super advanced computer laboratory. She tried to leap to her feet, but immediately realized that she was restrained to a steel chair like something from the movie total recall.

Her arms were restrained by metal clamps that hid her hands and fingers. Her legs were likewise restrained by boot-shaped metal clamps. Finally a metal u-shaped device kept her neck from moving but she could still turn her head.

As she turned her head to the side, she identified that voice just as she saw her.

"Catwoman. What are you doing?"

The feline felon was dressed in her sexiest outfit, the black latex and leather was the costume of a dangerous femme fatale. A small tuft of black hair was allowed to escape the back of Catwoman's cat-eared cowl.

Barbara could see the severely trimmed eyebrows through the edge of the eye holes and the bright red lipstick that made the erotic villain's lips a centerpiece of her look.

Those lips were currently displaying a smirk.

"What am I doing? Capturing a trespasser. Don't you know that entering a building without permission is a felony. Tisk tisk tisk."

Batgirl's face grew annoyed. She hated the fact that in order to protect the city, the bat family did have to break occasional laws, but she didn't respond to cat woman's bait.

Catwoman grinned when she read the emotions on Barbara's face. "Oh, what’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?" She smiled after the obvious cat pun. "Or more likely pleading the 5th because you know you are guilty."

Batgirl could not remain silent. "Sometimes laws must be broken to protect Gotham city from villains, especially ones like the joker and mad hatter! Now where is he and what is his plan."

"So it looks like you're a hypocrite that breaks laws so you can enjoy beating up people with the justification that they are villains? It sounds like you want to be a dominatrix rather than a heroine."

"No! You are trying to twist my words! The people of Gotham need protection!"

"Oh ho! I think i may have stumbled onto the truth. The Innocent facade of batgirl exists only as a beard to hide how you really want to hold power over others... how you wish to mete out summary judgement like a queen holding court." Catwoman finished by booping batgirl on her nose.

"Ah well, that's enough of that distraction."

Catwoman flipped some switches and the machi e behind Batgirl began to thrumm with a deep bass rumble. Too low to hear, but her body could feel the vibration.

"What is that? What is that sound?"

"My dear, isn't it obvious? What were you looking for?"

Batgirl realized the implication, "wait, is this the Mad Hatter's device? What are you doing? And where is the Mad Hatter?!"

Catwoman smirked "now my dear, are you worried for poor old Jervis? Or are you worried for  what he may do next? You expect some kind of Alice in Wonderland styled scheme no doubt, correct?"

Batgirl glared at Catwoman's cavalier disregard of the danger Tech posed when he was controlling innocents.

"If I can't get to him in time, who can say how many will die!"

Catwoman smirked, returned "So dramatic! Now dear, Jervis poses a threat to no one, but I can see you require more than just my word. Pussy! Come in here!" Catwoman shouted towards the door

After a brief sound of squeaks and shuffling, and person in a dark blue latex cat-themed gimp suit crawled into the room. And began to rub it's latex gimp mask up and down Catwoman's calf.

"Awww my pretty pussy. Let mama take off your mask."

The gimp cowered and tried to bury its face into the floor tile.

"Oh it's fine pussy. Mommy just wants to show my baby girl that Jervis is not a threat."

Barbara looked on speechless as Catwoman undid the gimp's collar and unzipped the gimp mask. Displaying the face of Jervis Tech. The man had been shaved bald and... had started licking Catwoman's boots?!

"What? Why is he like this?"

Catwoman looked down at her pet. "Well, at first I hired him to create a simple machine that could install a fetish. Of course once it was completed i used it to install some Catwoman, gimp, enslavement, and latex submission fetishes"

Catwoman then leaned down. "Pussy! Sitting up position!"

Tetch then knelt with his hands extended in front, and ass down like a standard cat's sitting pose. Catwoman straddled his back, with the back of his neck against the front of her crotch and she rolled the gimp mask back in place over his shaved head before securing it with a black leather spiked collar and padlock. While she was doing this, she continued her story.

"Once Pussy here considered me to be his goddess, he modified the fetish installing device into a more complete memory replacement device. Of course once it was complete he volunteered to become my loving Pussy-gimp."

"But how could you do that to someone?"

"Oh please. The last time i ran afoul of one of his capers, he had me believing i was the cheshire cat and that I turned invisible by stripping nude. I am simply performing a public service and taking the Mad Hatter out of circulation. You should be grateful."

"Grateful? GRATEFUL?!?" Batgirl struggled against her restraints before she calmed herself down.

"Okay. So you've taken Tech out of circulation. What happens next?"

"Next?" Catwoman repeated. "Well we can talk about what my plans are after I push this button here, and dose you with some truth serum."

Catwoman pushed an execute button, and batgirl felt like she as being tazed as electrodes started pumping current into her brain, and several micro-injectors poured chemicals into her neck and upper arms.

Batgirl suddenly saw colors like she was looking at a Kaleidoscope.

"Now batgirl, you would agree that someone who breaks into buildings is a law breaker, correct."

"Yes"

"And you would agree that police that use excessive force are bad, correct?"

"Maybe we should call you Bad girl instead."

"Muhuh?"
"What’s your name?"
"Batgirl"
"Why do you dress up at night?"
"To protect the innocent."
"What did you think of my handling of Mad Hatter?"
"Disgusting, horrible."

"I see we're going to need to go much deeper with you eh? Well i can start with something to soften you up first."

Catwoman activated the device to instill fetishes and placed devices over batgirl's eyes and ears.

Soon latex lesbian bdsm porn was flowing into bat girl's mind faster than the current was.

Catwoman decided to let batgirl cook for a few hours. She could continue this when she woke up in the afternoon.

---- Unknown time skip ----

Barbara awoke with a groan in a hospital bed to the sound of a steady heart monitor. The red headed librarian cracked her eyes and saw she was in a normal patient's gown.

A nurse bustled in. "Oh Miss Gordon, you're awake! Your father just stepped out! Let me get him!"

"My father? What? Where am I? What happened?"

"Oh, you're at Gotham general hospital, bit I’ll let your father fill you in on everything."

A minute later Jim Gordon walked in. "Oh Barbara I was worried, how do you feel?"

"A bit groggy, and I’m not sure what happened."

It looks like you were caught up in another Mad Hatter scheme. Batman found you with several other victims, most were dressed as playing cards, but you had a king of hearts outfit. You don't remember it?"

"No that's crazy the last thing...I literally can't think of anything I did recently. How long was I gone?"

"Well, you were missing for a week, but when we found a gift box on your Living room table addressed to the red queen from L. Carroll, well it didn't take batman to figure out who took you."

"I lost a week?"

"Well a week and a half since you've been here for a few days."

"A few days!"

A new voice came from behind "Yes. You had some anomalous brain scan readings at first, but it may have just been a bad interaction."

Commissioner Gordon then joked "if you have a sudden urge to say 'off with their heads' then call a doctor."

Barbara shuddered at the very idea of being under someone's control, that complete lack of agency that comes with being strapped down as the vacbed seals her body in delicious tight  latex, "what?"

Commissioner Gordon paused his hug to ask "What? Are you okay?"

Barbara responded. "Yeah. I think I’ll be fine once I get home."

"Well let me get them moving then."

It was about 2 hours later when her dad dropped her off at her apartment. Commissioner Gordon offered to escort her all the way up, but Barbara pointed out that he was probably already late, and the walk to her apartment was shorter than the walk to the parking garage at the hospital.

Barbara entered her apartment "home sweet home."

Barbara walked into her house and everything seemed normal. She immediately headed to the bathroom, being in a hospital could mess with your digestive tract.
Ao after she did her business, she started her shower running while she went back to her bedroom as it warmed up.

While its running she takes off the shirt and sweats and tosses them in the hamper. Then she takes off the white hospital issue cotton bra and panties and tosses them in the trash beside her bed before she steps into the shower.

After a long hot shower, she dries off and walks over to her dresser. She opens up her underwear drawer to find it full of PVC lingerie rather than the athletic underwear that had been present the last time she left her apartment.

But rather than being shocked at the sudden replacement of her underwear, Barbara paid no mind to this change in circumstance, but rather pulled out a red set of PVC crotchless panties and a red cupless shelf bra designed to lift her breasts and display them and cover up nothing.

Barb put on the panties, enjoying how the straps pulled tight between her labia and thigh on each side of her cunt the shiny PVC contrasting the pink of her own personal pussy.

Then she pulled on the shelf bra, the glossy shiny-ness doing a great job of supporting her b-cup breasts.

Barbra cupped her breasts and mumbled. "I really ought to consider an upgrade." As she tweaked a nipple just for the thrill.

But Barbara needed something else.

Moving to the next drawer down, which used to house Barbara's collection of leggings and socks. This seemed to be largely replaced with latex and PVC stockings and leggings.

Not what Barb was looking for, but good to know/remember as she decided not to grab any of these and moved down to the third drawer.

This drawer held a number of sweatshirts and sweatpants, but on the right side it also held a number of silicone dildos. Two double dildos of 18 inches (one black and one semi-transparent blue), and two 14-inch handle-dildos (one tan and one black) were the attention grabbers, A number of jeweled butt plugs, and some jewelry with clamps on the ends were in a small basket in the corner.

Barbara paused and pulled out a tan flesh colored handle dildo and a red jeweled butt plug, before walking over to her bed.

First she reached out to her nightstand, where a large bottle of lube with a pump on top sat next to her bedroom lamp. Barbara pumped out 1 pump and lubed up the small butt plug. Once it was fully coated, she took those lubed up fingers and began to poke her ass with them, to lube her own ass, and for the simple enjoyment that comes with defiling a virgin ass.

Barbara paused. "That's odd, why I would compare my ass to a virgin?" She then said out loud. "Fuck that's tight. I didn't think that a few days in the hospital would undo my ass stretching regimen."

Barbara stood up, the crazy throbbing of having her ass violated / pleasured by the new favorite butt plug was completely erotic. Barbara turned and looked over her shoulder in her bedroom mirror while her red anal jewelry glinted back at her. "Fuck that's so hot."

Barbara then pumped four pumps of lube into her hand as she grabbed the handle dildo, and began to coat it with lube. Once it was fully coated, barb laid down on her bed and wiped her lube hand off on her pussy. And felt around... you know... to spread lube.

Once that was done Barb began to work the foot long into herself. Lime her ass she didn't remember being this tight. It was like her pussy was telling her that she never tried a dildo this big or long before, but Barb knew that wasn’t true because of all the lesbian orgies she had been to.

Barb paused to try and picture some of the sex she had previously, but the only face that came to mind was her ex boytoy dick grayson, who was a solid 6 as a lover but definitely wasn't what her cunt craved.

While part of Barb was trying to remember the face of any of her prior lesbian lovers, the dildo finally bottomed out inside her. Barb forgot what she was trying to remember as she focused on her predicament. She honestly did not remember ever taking something this deep, despite the fact that she had memories of countless women using tools like this on her.

Barb grabbed the handle tightly and began to slowly work it out.

"Shit! That's even tighter coming out than going in!"

Barb couldn't remember the last time she felt so tight., but eventually she got into a rhythm of long stroke with the occasional series of short strokes.

Her left hand was pinching her nipples and tapping her clit ad the right hand churned the butter. Until she eventually came with an audible, "Ohhhhhhhh Goooooooooodesssss."

The strength of her orgasm was enough to actually knock her out and she slept, atop her bed with her lower holes completely filled.

--- Several Hours Later ---

Barb awoke to a phone ringing on her nightstand.

"Hello? ... Yeah i was out of commission for a week or so... of course... yes, i can be there in 30 minutes." she ended the phone call with an air kiss before hanging up.

Barb reached down and extracted the handle dildo from deep inside, "nnnnngh, fuck i feel like this was the largest dong I’ve taken in a while.", and carried it to the bathroom.

She put her hair up into a shower cap then hopped in for a quick soap and rinse and jacked off the dong with soap and water to clean it of the lube and pussy-juice.

Once she had showered away the funk of a deeply used cunt, barb hit the button to her special closet. The first and most easily identifiable was the authentic batgirl suit with utility belt.

Barb looked at the Batgirl suit with a smirk, but reached past it for tonight's preferred outfit.

It took a few minutes, but all too quickly Barbara was dressed in a disguise that hid her identity exceptionally well.

Barb exited her apartment, and used a modern motorcycle to reach her destination, the Ajax Kitty Litter Factory. Barb snuck in, and spotted her target on a catwalk. She shot out a grapple line and a second later landed just feet from the Catwoman.

Catwoman turned to face the noise, with claws out and ready to fight. "Well, if it isn't my old friend. How are you doing tonight, Catgirl?"

Barb paused and ran her hands down the red latex and PVC catsuit with black eye cowl. "Why Mistress, I feel Purrrrrfect. So why the sudden call?"

"Well my dear i was aware of your hospitalization and I wanted to check-in on my apprentice."

Catgirl sashayed up to the shiny black Catwoman. "So your interest in me was... merely professional?" The brainwashed heroine husked.

Catwoman laughed as her newest minion rubbed herself against Catwoman as if she were a cat marking her with her scent.

"Well, i also wanted to make sure that my favorite playtoy wasn't out of commission. After all the time we spent to train you up it would be such a pity for me to start over. After all, it's not like I can just toss a heroine in a brainwashing chair and turn them into my devoted loyal deviant apprentice right?"

Catgirl nodded as she continued her humping of Catwoman's leg. "True Mistress, but it would be lovely if we could get our hands on something that could brainwash heroines. I can think of a few heroines that I would have loved to brainwash into being a kitten or other obedient sex slut."

Catwoman caressed her newly created apprentice's face and Catgirl leaned into the touch.

"I would say we should stop, because business before pleasure, but pleasure is our business. Follow me."

The black latex-clad Catwoman took out her whip, and spun it out to wrap around a roof support and then she swung down from the catwalk, with the red latex-clad Catgirl following similarly with her own whip close behind.

Soon, after working their war across the rooftops of Gotham, the pair swung in to land at a penthouse apartment.

"After you my dear" as Catwoman opened the secure roof access.

Barbara entered and found a supply room much like her own apartment, full of Catwoman costumes, weapons and tools.

Catwoman came up behind Barbara and purred in her ear, reaching around from behind to fondle the new Catgirl's breasts through her costume.

"Now my dahling, lets change into something more... suitable for play."

"But Mistress i brought nothing else to wear." Catgirl seductively responded.

"Oh how ill prepared of you. Did you expect to go about nude? Or perhaps you wanted to stay as you are, clad in shiny latex." Catwoman responded as she caressed her new minion.

Barbara simply moaned at the pleasurable feelings Catwoman was causing.

"But no matter my child, I have something suitable to address both of your needs."

Catwoman pulled out a small bag from one of the supply drawers next to a weapons work bench.

"Why don't you slip into this, and I will change into something more appropriate in my playroom. Give a shout when you are ready my dear."

Catwoman slinked out and left Barbara to change, and once she was ready, she exited Catwoman's armory? Changing room? And called out.

"Mistress?"

"Ah, perfect timing, do come in." She heard from a down a hallway.

Barbara went towards the voice and found Catwoman standing in a classic sex dungeon, with various restraints, and devices bolted to the walls, floors, or hanging from the ceiling. On the other side of the room was a giant bed covered in shiny material.

Catwoman had changed from her normal catsuit to a black PVC open cup corset, thigh boots, a pair of black PVC boi shorts with a large ring at the end of a full crotch zipper, on her arms were elbow length fingerless gloves, as well as a domino mask.

Batgirl felt almost self conscious as she was dressed in a red PVC skirt, red PVC thigh boots, a pair of red latex cat ears on a headband, and she wore a pink t-shirt that came down to her belly button read “Mommy's widdle pussy cat.”

"Oh my dear you look ever so tasty. Are you wearing everything?"

Barbara nodded. "Yes Mistress."

"Oh dahling, no need to be so formal tonight, go ahead and call me mommy."

"Yes Mommy, the underwear fit perfectly."

Selina was ever so wet with the knowledge that she had stolen Batgirl and made her into her Catgirl. But she had plans. First she would wear out her new protege, then there were moves to be made. The police. The Batman, other Heroines. Other villain's. She would first need a team. And then an army.

But tonight, Selina waved the red-clad girl over to her bed and had her kneel. "Now my dear, before we have our fun, I believe it's time to make this relationship permanent."

Catgirl gasped as Selina pulled out a black leather collar studded with spikes and diamonds, the word "kitten" visible in the middle in between spikes, made from tiny embedded diamonds. A silvery ring hung down from there.

"My dear, will you be my kitten? Will you swear to love and obey me?

Barbara looked at her mistress from her knees, and felt utter joy that her mistress was choosing her. "I do."

"Do you swear to forsake all others? To lie, cheat, and steal for me?"

"I do."

"Do you accept me as your mistress, your dommy-mommy, and your future wife?"

"I do"

"Then arise, Barbara Kyle my incestuous daughter and protégé. Now I believe we seal our bond with a kiss."

Barbara launched herself into Selina's arms to claim the lips of her beloved.

As Selina reached underneath her pillow for her double dildo, she knew it was only a matter of time until the only remnant of batgirl would be Selina's memory. But now was not the time for such thoughts. Now was the time to take all of her pet's holes and make the implanted memories into reality.

Soon, Barbara was humping against her mistress, dragging her pussy up and down Selina’s leg coating it in her juices as the open crotch panties did their job of displaying her sex while hiding nothing.

“Now my dear. Place this in me.” Selina commanded as she presented the black double-dong to her protégé and Barbara was enthralled.

Taking the girthy silicone double dong as if it was for the first time. Her memories were telling her that she had done this so many times before, and yet she felt the anticipation as if she were a blushing virgin lesbian.

Barbara almost failed to see Selina pull down the boi shorts . She had considered unzipping them but Selina had plans and being limber was key to them.

Catwoman picked up a bottle of lube and held it out for Barbara to extend her hand, before she began to work the dong in her hands.

Soon Barbara leaned down and licked Selina’s cunt, before sticking her tongue in, the taste unrecognizable, yet electric. She sealed her lips to Selina’s quim and swirled around before pulling back and working her lube-covered fingers in.

Selina moaned, and then grabbed Barbara’s wrist. “No my dear, we’re skipping the preliminaries.”

Barbara brought the dong over to Selina’s pussy, feeling the slickness of the lube and began to press in with the tip. Selena hissed as the dildo penetrated her at first pulling the outer lips inward until Selina offered “Not all at once. Rock it in and out going deeper until it’s in. Barbara followed Selina’s instructions, and began to push and pull, watching as Selina’s lips pulled in then pulled out with each stroke. Sook the outer lips seemed to have tightened up and Barbara was able to squeeze it deeper until she felt some resistance.

“There it is my pet. Now. Lie down. “

The newly minted Catgirl lied down next to Catwoman, and the Catwoman crawled atop her. First, she grabbed Barbara’s shirt and pulled it off of her exposing the red PVC shelf bra that held her tits out for inspection.

Barb felt dominated both by her mistress leaning over her and her natural tits paling in comparison to the firm fake tits that Catwoman then dragged up Barbara’s body. The sharp pointy nipples practically gouging a line in her skin. Leaving no visible trail but scarring her memories forever with the feeling alone.

Selina was up on her hands and knees, her big breasts hanging down the unnatural implants retaining their perfect fake shape as she straddled her student, the double-ended dildo pulling slowly free of Catwoman’s soaked pussy. Swaying against her pet Kitty's labia as Selina moved back and forth intentionally whacking the dong against Barbara’s thighs as she smirked down at her minion.

Soon she was in position, and with an unstoppable slow thrust Catwoman buried the dildo in Kitty's pussy, completely rejecting her own instructions to Barb, the former heroine bucking wildly as it penetrated her, her flailing barely affecting the deep dicking that Selina had planned for her.
Soo, she too bottomed out, and Selina leaned back until both women were flat on their backs “Now my dear, the real contest is who can fuck the other into goo.”

Selina used her experience to grab the dildo with her cunt muscles, her long life of hedonism having better prepared her than the former batgirl’s implanted memories. Barbara was openly moaning at the pleasure, her body beginning to pump along with the commands to move left or right. Spread her legs, or tighten them to cause her body to clench in different ways. With each leg position Barbara saw stars but also learned what worked and what didn’t.

All too soon Barbara was cumming for her mistress, but the game was not over. The challenge was until goo, and not merely to first cum.  Eventually Barbara grasped the dildo with her hand, pausing Selina’s actions. And batgirl used the leverage to shove the dildo deep into Selina.

“Fuck! The villainess groaned before she growled cheater. The newer villainess smirked and said, “Of course.” Before she began to work it into Selina like a piston. Her own over-sensitized cunt enjoying the feelings, but she was specifically aiming to set Selina off and not herself.

The thrusting was earning gasps as the dildo pushed harder in the pussy of Catwoman until Miss Kitty herself came with a shudder and a "Fuuuck!"
But then the next thing Barbara knew the tables had been turned and Catwoman had Barbra’s legs held in the air in a mating press with the double dildo still inside of them both.

“My dear they call this the Amazon position. I suppose if we can steal a wonder slut, then we can learn if it’s aptly named.”

With a roll of her hips the dildo pressed hard against Barbara’s g-spot and she came. The fucking continuing long into the night

But tomorrow, Gotham would face a new problem. A disastrous duo of dildo’d damsels daring to devastate Gotham City with diabolical deviousness.

But for now Selina smiled after their night of fucking had turned into a night of cuddling She hadn’t even introduced Catgirl to her version of Jervis, the Mad Gimpper. (Though “Mad Catter” was growing on her.)

Either way Selina was curious whether she had turned Barbara a total dyke, or if Catgirl would be down to pound gimp-holes with a strap-on regardless of the gimp’s sex.

As she held the sleeping girl, she herd her mumble. “Meow.”

Selina smiled the smile of the cat that had just eaten out the bat. “Me-ow indeed.”