Selena Kyle looked out from her prison, the heat of the cameras beaming down on her as they had for so many months now that it was almost unbearable. Incarceration was nothing new for the blonde bombshell; she’d been captured by all of the caped crusaders, Batman, Robin, Night wing, and Batgirl (and even Barbara’s other alter-ego Oracle). The lights that lined her cell were nothing new, Selina also knew that in the far corner of the room, there were several other cameras that were recording her every move, just incase something did happen and she did try to do the impossible and escape.
So little time, and the fact that she knew that people were watching her, made it almost impossible for the former cat burglar to do anything.
Because of her propensity for violent crimes, Selena knew that she was being watched.
And she didn’t care. It had been so long since she’d had anyone even touch her, in any way, not to mention sexually. Her prison grays felt horribly, horribly tight, and she had to get out of them and now!
She set down on the bed and slowly began to unbutton the uniform, letting it slowly ease down her arms and back. Her body aching for any kind of release; the buttons sprung open inch by painful inch as she worked at them, letting more of her pale white skin be revealed.
In moments she let down her top entirely, her pale creamy breasts freed from their confinement. The warm air felt cool and soothing on her skin.
She wasn’t done yet and went scrambling after the ties to her pants as well. She slid this open and let her pants fall to the floor.
Underwear was forbidden, as it was seen that the criminals could use it as weaponry, and or a suicide device.
In moments the Woman of Cats was nude. Her hands slowly went to the center of her legs and she began to touch herself.
Cat woman smiled as she slowly worked a finger into her aching clit. She always did have a thing for pussies. Her bush felt soft and furry much like that of her feline friends, and she played with it for a few moments.
She stroked the warm fur along her body, she could feel as her balance on the world started to slip away and she was transported out of the dark, metallic, prison room of Arkham. Soon the warm vibrations along her inner thighs drove her to her knees, letting her collapse upon the floor, lying in a puddle.
It was only when she got up did she realize that she had another set of eyes looking at her besides her own.