It didn't last long though as he seemed to lose patience quickly with this rough foreplay. In a sudden movement he slid his hand inside her panties, coursing briefly through her hidden bush, before twisting it round and grasping the material from beneath. His face was covered in a cruel grin as he pulled upwards and twisted, the thin blue material stretching upwards at first as her curly blonde bush came into view and then there was another loud tearing sound as the stitching gave way and he pulled the torn remnants of her panties out from under her and threw them casually to one side. Now she really was exposed!
The camera immediately focussed on her small, curly bush and began to zoom in as it tracked down and over until it seemed to be hovering right over her slit. Shirley's splayed out legs had already dragged open her aroused labia lips and every detail inside was on display. The little inner folds of dark skin, the pinky hood only partially covering her throbbing clit. And, of course, the bit that most male eyes were focussing on, the tight little pink ring that guarded her hot, inner cavern!
Alchemy was trying hard not to react, but even for someone with his control, he couldn't help but feel a stirring between his legs at the sight. The zoomed-in close-up of her sensitive skin, little twists of blonde hair, small drops of sweat was so clear that he almost felt that he could reach out and touch her. It would have been so good to let his fingers trail across that erotic landscape and caress her!
And poor old Shirley he thought. It was pretty obvious what was going to be happening to that gorgeous looking pink hole when these intruders got started on her!
But then his fantasy was interrupted as a short, dark figure dropped into the chair next to him, taking in the screen display, and exclaiming in apparent disgust.
"My God, have they only just got her knickers off! They really are playing with her aren't they?! Still, at least it's given us a slot to run the adverts," before adding with glee, "... and more money rolling into my bank account!"
Alchemy glanced at the monitors further down the room and, sure enough, the ones showing the internet feed had changed to show Shirley's spectacular slit in a small window at the bottom corner while the main screen had a variety of adverts for a range of sexual paraphernalia and services scrolling across the centre.
He turned to his new companion and smiled, "Amazing Zynn... I've got to admit that you really know how to put on a show... and tell me again... do these women REALLY pay for the privilege of starring in these errr... assaults?!"
2. Turmoil
It was a long way down.
The metal rungs of the fire-escape seemed to drop away alarmingly down the side of the building as the dark, lithe figure paused, holding onto the metal railing that surrounded the wet, flat top of the industrial unit.
Should she climb back down? Retreat from the imminent danger that she knew that she was in?
She gave a quick, annoyed shake of her purple-cowled head, her ginger locks shivering over her yellow cape. Her eyes darted around the deserted rooftop. All was quiet. Maybe too quiet? She zeroed in on the glass skylight, and drew in a deep breath before striding the six or seven yards to where it sat, invitingly half open , almost dragging her in!
She paused again, indecisively, as she lifted the latch. It was the fourth time in the last few minutes that she'd come this far. And she was getting really annoyed with herself!
'Come on Batgirl! Get a grip of yourself will you!' she almost hissed to herself as she took a quick, last look around. It was still quiet. It was still dark. It was in the early hours of a Gotham night, a diffuse glow from the city lights dimming the stars shining brightly from a moonless sky. Only the bright orange glare of Mars seemed to really pierce the haze, directly above her.
Mars, the Roman god of war, was it an omen?! Was that why she'd come to the lion's den? Or, in this case, Catwoman's lair! She shook her head in confusion. That was the problem. She really didn't know why she was here at all!
Her head had been spinning for hours now. She'd been through every emotion that she could imagine. Anger, fury even, helplessness, doubt, self-pity, disbelief. They'd all chased each other around her head since she'd fled from Wayne Mansion yesterday. Was it really 'yesterday' already?! She shook her head sadly again.
How could it have happened? She'd spent years trying to seduce Batman. Trying to get him into her bed. But up until yesterday it had been in vain. He'd always kept her at arm's length. Always been the 'gentleman', even though she'd known that he was attracted to her. Then she'd literally swooned into his arms in a moments weakness, and suddenly it had all fallen into place. Suddenly she really was in his bed. Really was making love with him. A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered the way that he'd taken her. The power in his body, the way that he'd dominated her!
She felt a quick tremor run around her tingling pussy as, even now, after all these hours, she could still almost feel his hardness filling her. Powering in and out of her sopping vagina, fucking her just as hard as she'd cried out for!
She shook her head again, her eyes going watery as she remembered the excitement, the sheer unadulterated ecstasy that had coursed through her willing body. The earth-shattering climax!
And then... and then... the moment that had finally shattered her dreams. That had sent her fleeing from his bed, from his house, maybe from his life forever! The pain had been almost too much to bear. She'd gone back to her apartment in despair, shattered a few ornaments, ignored all of Batman's increasingly urgent calls and, eventually, fled from there too.
She'd suited up, transforming from pretty, but rather plain Barbara Gordan, Gotham City Librarian, into the lithe purple suited figure of Batgirl, arch-enemy of the Gotham City underground. Then she'd gone on patrol... with a vengeance! She'd blitzed Gotham, rounding up low-lifes from every quarter, amazing the local police precincts with the volume of traffic that she'd thrown at them!
But even that had had to stop.
It was a kindly old Irish desk sergeant who'd finally put a fatherly arm around her tense shoulders and suggested that she needed to ease up a bit. He'd joked that there was a limit, even for him, on how many bruised and broken limbs he could put down to 'resisting arrest'! She'd looked back into his eyes angrily, ready to vent her fury on him. On anyone in fact. But then she'd seen the friendly concern in his eyes and her shoulders had sagged as she'd taken in a deep breath, realising then that he was right. It really couldn't go on like that. She'd have to find another way of getting over it.
"Why don't you meet up with a friend and talk about it?" he'd said as she'd waved farewell at the precinct door. She'd known that it was sound advice, but the problem was that she was pretty much right out of 'friends' at the moment!
She'd considered seeking out Sister Allison at the hospital, but then she'd realised that Katy, her new and exciting love interest would be at home with her husband and family. So who else was there? Susan was abroad, Louise on the other side of the country. And she couldn't possibly discuss it with her father, Police Commissioner Gordon! So who...?
Or maybe she should just go for revenge she'd thought, her lips tightening!
Which was why she'd eventually ended up on this roof. Why she was finally raising the skylight and slipping through to drop down into a dark, sparsely lit corridor! She stopped there for a few moments to check for threats, and to assimilate the atmosphere, to get a feel for this dangerous place. But it wasn't as if she didn't know her way. She'd been down this route plenty of times in the past and she knew exactly where Catwoman's security cameras and devices were. It didn't stop her being ultra cautious though as she made her way down the silent, grey corridor. Being caught here and perhaps being 'entertained' by Catwoman or, more likely, her devilish 'Kittens' didn't bear thinking about!
So when she finally reached the doorway she sought, she paused again for a few seconds to steady her breathing before easing open the door and slipping inside.
