This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. My grateful thanks, to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The storyline continues on from that of 'Batgirl Enhanced'.
Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 8: Sacrificial Lamb
Thursday, 7:10 am
Catwoman stood with her hands on her bare hips, staring down at the naked female, painfully stretched out, spread-eagle, on the bed, her wrists and ankles securely bound to the four corners of the steel bedframe, by lengths of sturdy nylon cord. Snake stood over by the door, arms folded across his chest, strangely rigid. He was staring straight ahead, with a vacant expression on his ugly face, instead of his more usual scowl. Selina had placed him under the spell of Bastet, once he had firmly secured the red-haired librarian to the bed.
The evil feline had ditched her sheer purple catsuit for the short red loincloth and sandals of a High Priestess of Bastet, the Ancient Egyptian cat goddess. The solid gold cat earrings, swayed from her earlobes and her shapely naked breasts gently bounced against her ribcage, as she moved about the hotel room, deep in thought. Her eyes were heavily made up with black mascara, in the traditional Ancient Egyptian cat-look.
"Nnngghh!" The girl on the bed groaned, finally starting to come around, her head twisting from side to side, her silky red hair splayed out over the pillow behind her, framing her lovely face. Her long eyelashes fluttered, as her eyes sprang open and tried to focus on the naked light bulb, hanging by an electric flex from the stained, off-white ceiling. "What happened, where am I?" she gasped, her hands automatically tugging at her bonds. She started to squirm her hips, immediately realizing that her wide-spread ankles were similarly pinned in position.
"Oh noooh!" she gasped, blushing, as she peered down at her naked body through her shapely, heaving breasts. Her long coat had been folded up and rammed under her buttocks, raising her hips up off the mattress and forcing her to arch her back, painfully.
She turned her head to the side and gasped again, as she saw the near naked figure of Selina Kyle, once more dressed as a High Priestess of Bastet. "You!" she gasped.
"Awake at last, Ms Gordon?" Selina remarked, with a humorless smile on her blood-red lips.
"Release me at once, you... you weirdo!" Barbara cried, vainly tugging at her wrist bonds. She was experiencing a strange sense of deja vu!
"You will always address me as High Priestess!" snapped the Catwoman, angrily, leaning forward to flick Barbara's already prominent nipples, into full aching hardness. "Anything other than that, will be severely punished," she added, gripping the erect teats between her fingers and thumbs and twisting them, viciously, to emphasize her words.
"Aaagghh!" Barbara gasped, as the intense pain was immediately followed by a tingling sensation, that surged throughout her body. Her breasts seemed to catch on fire. The Priestess squeezed and pulled her aching teats and Barbara felt her pussy starting to throb and ache with an intense unfulfilled lust. She squeezed her eyes tight shut. "Please, noooh, Priestess, I beg you! Aaagghh! Yes, oh yes, yesss, yesssss!" she gasped, growing hotter and hotter by the second. Only Selina Kyle truly knew how to get the best out of the Earrings of Bastet!
The priestess paused her torture, to clamber onto the bed, between Barbara's widespread thighs.
There was a loud click, followed by a continuous buzzing sound. Barbara's eyes flew open again. The green-eyed temptress was licking and slurping the end of a familiar looking vibrating dildo, as she slid it in and out between her scarlet-painted, ovalled lips.
Selina's eyes crinkled at the corners, as she smiled at the horrified look on her victim's face. "Enjoy!" she purred, once she had removed the vibrator from her mouth. She rammed it into Barbara's exposed pussy, in a single, vicious movement.
"Unnngghh! Aaaggghhh!" Barbara's hips jerked upward, at the sudden excruciating pain in her unlubricated sheath. "Please, nooooooo!" she wailed, as he hips surged up to meet the pistoning device. "Aaaaggghhh!"
"The next thing you will feel up there, will be my ceremonial dagger, when I sacrifice you to the Goddess Bastet!" Selina snarled, her amused expression having disappeared, to be replace by one of pure undiluted hatred. "The goddess does not easily forgive those who deceive her, or those who abuse her sacred powers!" She leant forward and kissed her victim on the lips, hot and hungrily, her hand plunging the sex toy in and out of Barbara's rapidly moistening pussy, with an almost mechanical jerkiness.
