Directly in the middle of the bright illumination lay the purple suited figure of Batgirl, gloved hands cuffed together and attached to the metal head-frame by a six inch, silver metal chain. Her shock of red hair was splayed about her purple head cowl as her arms were drawn together above her head, pulling the clinging purple suit tightly across her firm bosoms. The white sheet that she was sprawled on was twisted chaotically about, testimony to the struggles that Batgirl had made to get free -- unsuccessfully.
Batgirl had eventually given up the hopeless struggle of trying to free her hands, and was resting under the bright lights, conserving her strength. She knew that she was probably in Catwoman's lair. It was her Kittens after all that had subdued Robin and herself at the theatre before gassing them. When she came round she was tied to the bed, alone under the harsh white lights, and wondering where Robin was.
"Bloody Zatanna!!" she'd cursed to herself. The famous female magician was the one that had delivered them into Catwoman's hands! Bruce Wayne's house guest would you believe! Batgirl had shaken her head in exasperation as she recalled the raven haired beauty at last night's dinner. Every atom in her body had risen in an instinctive loathing as soon as she'd seen her, but she hadn't expected anything like this.
The only good thing about her situation so far was that the infernal clitoral butterfly had behaved itself since she'd come-to. Her lover, Detective Susan Reid had attached it to her sensitive pussy earlier in the day for a bit of fun after a sensual bout of love-making, and it had been going off at irregular intervals ever since, driving her wild! Just as Susan had intended, but just what she didn't need if she had to contend with Catwoman!
Her best hope seemed to be that it was Catgirl who'd captured her. They were similar ages, early twenties she'd guessed. They weren't exactly bosom buddies, but Catgirl's interest in her seemed to be in inflicting devious erotic situations on her. Not always comfortable, but infinitely preferable to Catwoman's tastes. She'd peered into the darkness surrounding her a few times, hoping to catch a glimpse of the black and pink suited figure, hoping that she was just tantalising her again.
No such luck!
Catwoman had approach silently almost to the side of the bed before Batgirl's head twisted round as she became aware of her.
"Nice of you to drop in Bat-Bitch!" she hissed evily, "I've been wanting to have a chat with you for a while now."
As she sat on the bedside she continued in a neutral conversational tone, "You see, I can't really have you molesting my staff without ..............," she was cut off as she twisted suddenly to catch hold of the purple boot that Batgirl had launched at Catwoman's head.
"My, my Bat-Bitch, you're really just so predictable!" she exclaimed as she twisted her body round to sit across the top of Batgirl's legs, pinning her down. She grasped the top of the boot that she'd just captured and yanked it off, "I think that we'll just lose these shall we, just in case you get tempted to misbehave again!" The second boot immediately followed its partner over the edge of the bed.
Now Catwoman's black suited figure suddenly twisted again and to Batgirl's consternation she was suddenly sat astride her hips and leaning menacingly forward towards Batgirl's face. At any other time, she might have admired her assailant's fantastic figure. The skin tight black suit clung to every curve and left little to the imagination, but Batgirl's attention was elsewhere. There was a clicking sound as Catwoman triggered the release of steely looking claws from the ends of her right hand fingers, one of which she placed threateningly under an apprehensive Batgirl's chin.
Batgirl squirmed away but couldn't escape the cold, steely feel of the sharpened digit.
"Now, as I was saying Bat-Bitch," breathed Catwoman, "Catgirl is a dear friend and colleague, and I'm not going to have you abuse her and get away with it, so I've arranged for you to suffer a little today........... well, maybe more than a little actually! I've got a friend coming over soon and we've got some very uncomfortable plans for you!"
Batgirl had realised immediately that Catwoman was referring to the 'butterfly' treatment that she'd handed out to Catgirl at their last encounter. Having sampled the relentless butterfly herself during the day, she was beginning to have some sympathy for Catgirl's ordeal. It didn't alter the fact that she'd only been getting her own back for some of the erotic treatment that Catgirl had inflicted on her beforehand but somehow Batgirl didn't expect Catwoman's sympathy. More to the point, Batgirl was wondering, who would the 'friend' turn out to be? There was one small chance.
"You mean Catgirl's here too?" she tried looking around Catwoman into the darkness, hoping that Catwoman's younger accomplice would be around. With a bit of luck, she'd restrain her mistress's wilder instincts!
"No," said Catwoman with the malicious grin spreading wider across her face, "I've sent her off on an errand. My friend is much more in tune with my ideas of discipline and .......... errrrrr punishment! You'll get on well I'm sure -- not!"
Right in the middle of Catwoman's threats, the infernal butterfly had kicked off again and as Batgirl strove hard to suppress the sudden sweet activity between her legs her face grimaced. Catwoman beamed, pleased to see Batgirl in discomfort, even if she misinterpreted the reason.
"It's good that you feel some remorse Batgirl, because it will be better for you if you co-operate in this afternoon's events. I was going to mention that I'd got Robin strung up next door, and although he's bit uncomfortable, it could be worse ........ if you get my drift. But I feel sure that you'll get the idea ...... won't you?" she added menacingly.
Batgirl was still recovering from the butterfly attack, but was savvy enough to know when she'd been outmanoeuvred. "No," she whispered dejectedly, "co-operation it is."
"Good!" smiled Catwoman, "Now, we might as well prepare. You're way overdressed for what I've got in mind!"
With that, she placed her clawed fingers near Batgirl's shoulder and pressed gently into the purple suit. "Better stay still Batgirl, I wouldn't want to draw blood just yet," she laughed nastily.
"You won't make any impression on my suit Catwoman," replied Batgirl with returning spirit, "Batman paid for the best, it's strong stuff!"
Catwoman raised her eyebrows and simply drew her clawed fingers slowly and diagonally downwards, up and over one of Batgirl's purple covered breasts. Batgirl was mortified to see four strips of pale skin appearing behind the claws as they easily cut through the bright purple material. Her misery was compounded when a pale pink nipple sprang out into the bright light through one of the tears. Catwoman was really laughing now, and capture the nipple briefly between her thumb and forefinger, giving it a playful tweak that made Batgirl suck in air again.
"Ah!" exclaimed Catwoman in triumph after her laughing fit died away, "looks like you'll need to get Bruce to pay for a new tailor!"
Batgirl was silently cursing Batman again when she suddenly realised that Catowman had referred to Batman by his real name. She evidently knew more about them than Batgirl had expected, but her distraction was short lived as Catwoman instructed her to lie still again, and after the last demonstration, Batgirl just held her breath and hoped that Catwoman was as good as she'd said!
She was.
In almost a frenzy, Catwoman simply shredded the front of Batgirl's uniform down to her utility belt leaving batgirl's firm breasts naked in the harsh light, just a few thin strips of purple remaining to hang loosely down from around her neck. Batgirl looked down in horror, but was relieved, in fact amazed to see that her smooth skin was still intact as the sharp claws did their work. In other circumstances she might have congratulated Catwoman!
Clearly Catwoman wasn't finished though. She quickly disposed of the bright yellow Utility Belt, yanking it off and throwing it to one side, then, with just her forefinger claw she drew a tear vertically downwards from her tummy. Batgirl's sense of horror deepened as she realised where the finger was heading and she drew in her tummy muscles and hips so that there was as much room as possible as the finger drew the single tear over her pubic mound and down between her legs. Batgirl let out a long sigh as the danger to her most sensitive area seemed to be past, but Catwomans clawed finger had continued downward along the inside of her thigh until she'd reached the end of the suit leg, which then sprang apart, exposing one long, shapely leg. Catwoman quickly repeated the process down the other leg and had soon peeled Batgirl's suit away from her body, leaving her modesty covered only by her black thong.
