Catwoman and Black Mask are owned by DC Comics.
All characters are 18+.
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AN:
Always wanted to write about Catwoman. And this iteration of Selina Kyle is especially cock-hungry. I hope you guys have fun reading this one! Though I will warn you that this story contains NTR.
Synopsis:
When cunning cat burglar Selina Kyle gets caught red-handed by the ruthless Roman Sionis, he offers her a way to escape with her life. But making a deal with the devil has a price. Selina soon finds herself in a downward spiral of sex fueled by her... Twisted Addiction.
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1.
Gotham at night.
A city permeated with fear, rot deep in its foundations. And under a cloudy night sky, not even the bright towers of downtown could truly stave off the dark. After sundown, the danger poured in, seeping into every crack and crevice, every corner, every dirty alley.
That was just how the Catwoman liked it. Danger gave the true thrills. And opportunities were never so sweet as when Selina had to work for it.
Tonight was looking to be a little tricky. Penthouse apartment thirty stories up. Wall safe behind the family portrait in the study. Rotary lock. That's all her contact was able to give her. No combination though - she'd have to crack the safe on the spot. That meant she'd need to work quickly.
Tricky, indeed. But not impossible. Certainly not for Catwoman.
Selina observed the penthouse suite through her binoculars. From her spot on the roof directly across the street, she took mental notes of her target. Empty, no lights on. Sparse of men. A very juicy mark.
Selina just couldn't resist.
"No guards. Very careless, Roman." Selina murmured. The infamous cat thief lowered her binoculars, smirking. "At least make it hard for me."
It was a little disappointing - Selina would have liked to get into at least a small scrap. She'd just sharpened her claws and was itching to see just how effective they were. Maybe crack her whip a couple times. That was always fun. But a clean steal wasn't bad. Breaking and entering always got her blood flowing.
She stood up to her full height, stretching out her back, her slender arms, and her long, toned legs. She clasped both hands together, linking her fingers, and stretched them up, up,
up
above her head.
Selina gave a light huff, almost moaning. Even suited up in her Catwoman garb, she was nice and limber. Years of training, discipline, and field work had sculpted her body into a sensual - and dangerous - work of art.
And nobody gets to touch. Unless I let them...
Catwoman. The untamed stray. Selina loved that. Not even the big bad Bat had managed to tie her down.
She was a woman who did whatever she wanted. And what she wanted was a thrill ride.
Released her hands, her arms dropped back down to her sides. Selina breathed in, feeling a tiny shiver roll through her body. Her heart was picking up speed, her blood pumping hot. The rush was sweet. But it was only just starting. The real fun had yet to begin.
The tower across the street had ledges, gargoyle statues, flag poles sticking out into the air. That'd be her way in. She just needed to make the jump.
Selina walked back across the rooftop, her boots thumping against the smooth, gray surface. Each step thumped in rhythm with her heart. She breathed in again, deeper this time. Her whole body thrummed with excitement. The ghost of that delicious high she so craved.
Eighty feet of open air between her and the target building, give or take some feet. She'd aced bigger jumps before. It was the thirty story drop that gave her pause. But only for a second.
It wasn't a choice. It was instinct. That wild craving that lashed within her gut.
She broke into a sprint, legs pumping hard against the roof, propelling her forward. She picked up speed - she needed enough,
just enough
to make it within reach. The ledge screamed towards her and the apartment tower beyond came into crystal clear focus - everything else was a blur.
Selina hit the ledge, her boots digging into the concrete. She pushed off, all the power and strength in her legs launching her
forward
.
Catwoman was flying, flying through the open air. She didn't dare look down. Her heart hammered hard in her chest - it felt like it was about to burst out. Every nerve in her body was alight, she felt like a star, brilliant and burning hot. She was
alive
.
Gravity began to take her. She felt that familiar force, that weight - it seeped into being,
becoming
all around her, making her drop. Her arm shot out. And in her hand she gripped her whip. It cracked out through the cool open air, a wild black tendril reaching up into the heavens. It found salvation. The whip caught onto one of the flag poles, wrapping around it quickly, tightly.
Selina felt pure exhilaration as she dropped into a heavy swing. She could feel it in her insides, that wonderful weightlessness. It only lasted for a moment, the dream of wind rushing against her face. All the while, Selina was smiling, laughing. She
lived
for this.
The swing slowed just as Selina was brought up to the tower's ledge. She set down with a soft thump, quickly finding her balance. And through the window before her, Selina could see she was placed right at level with the target penthouse. A perfect landing.
For Selina Kyle, there was almost nothing better than being Catwoman.
With a flick of her wrist, her whip came loose from the flagpole. As she coiled it up around her fist, Selina glanced up and saw she had come up right beside one of the stone gargoyles. It was a big brutish thing, but not without its charm. The cat thief found herself smiling at the stone guardian, reminded of someone special.
A shame he couldn't be here to watch. But he never lets me have any real fun...
A quick inspection of the window told her there was no alarm to spring. At least none that Selina could see. She slid the glass panel open without any resistance.
That
she felt was a little startling.
"No guards. No alarm. And unlocked windows, too?" Selina muttered quietly. She eased herself through the opening feet first. The cool evening air was replaced with warmer air conditioning, feeling nice against her cheeks and lips. "Tsk, tsk. It's like you
want
me to rob you, Mr. Sionis. Not that I mind..."
Excitement bubbled even more, her blood up and hot. The tightness of her suit was delightful, caressing her skin as she moved forth with purpose and confidence.
Selina gave a soft hum, strutting as if on a runway as she sought out the suite's study. There was little more exhilarating than being where she didn't belong - and
taking
what wasn't hers.
Roman Sionis had something she wanted. And she wasn't leaving his tower without it.
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The Blackheart was even more splendid in person.
It gleamed brilliantly as Selina shined her flashlight upon it, dazzling the thief with its gorgeous imperfections. A rare black diamond that had been sold at auction for ten million, worth more because of the people who had once claimed it. Kings, emperors, even pharaohs had at one point or another called it their most precious treasure. The Blackheart had passed through the centuries, changing hands again and again until finally coming into the possession of the infamous Gothamite, Roman Sionis - who some fearfully called
the Black Mask
.
Fitting. But now it's mine.
Selina felt so giddy, having such a precious stone right there in her hand. She couldn't help but savor it, admiring its beauty even as she stood in the middle of Sionis' private study. The safe - which had been pathetically easy to crack - was left wide open. She wasn't even listening for anyone who might walk in on her little crime scene.
Catwoman's addiction once more reared its head. Selina loved the thrill of pushing her luck.
With a self-satisfied smirk and a pleased hum, Selina let the Blackheart drop into her palm. She clamped her fingers down around it, holding it tight.
All mine.
The cat thief departed the study, leaving it without covering her tracks. She wanted Roman and his goons to know just what she had done. It made her tummy flutter thinking about how they'd react, finding out Catwoman had come and gone without any trouble at all.
There was a strut in her step - she couldn't help that either. The confidence, the joy, the thrill, it oozed from her body with every step. She made for the window she had come in through...
Only for the apartment lights to suddenly come on. Selina faltered then, the smirk dropping from her face, replaced with tight lips and wide eyes. What had-
"
Cat.
" A man's voice cut through the silence. Cut Selina right down to the bone. She went still, frozen on the spot. "That doesn't belong to you."
It was a rough voice, hard and cold. But not in the way the Bat was. It had a cool tone, but underneath it was threatening. Deadly.
Selina recognized it.
She turned slowly, her hands rising. She remained still otherwise, but her heart raced in her chest.
There in the corner of the penthouse living room, sitting on a leather chair, was Roman Sionis. Head of the Sionis crime family.
He sat there unmoving, but Selina could see the tension in his body - like a panther ready to pounce. His dark eyes were trained on Selina... along with the barrel of a silver Colt 1911.
For a moment, neither spoke. Seconds ticked by and Selina remained bullet-free. Her heart beat slowed as she realized he wasn't going to kill her - at least, not right then.
Maskless now, he wore a shirt of black silk, the top buttons left undone to expose the dark hairs of his chest, and black slacks. Selina normally would have found him appealing, with his lean figure and his pleasingly stern face. But indeed Roman was the last man she wanted to see.
Selina kept calm. An idea quickly formed in her mind and she rolled with it, seeing no alternative. She allowed her body to relax, breathing in as a sweet smile spread across her face.
"I just wanted to see it up close, Roman." Selina spoke with feigned innocence - though more coquettish than outright mocking. She held up the Blackheart, gently pinching it between two fingers. As if to show the man,
yes your diamond is safe.
Roman snorted. Neither his eyes nor the gun barrel moved away from Selina.
"I was going to host a party next week. The Blackheart was going on display then. You couldn't have waited a few days?" He spoke flatly, unimpressed. His words remained icy, deathly cold. But still he hadn't shot her.
Selina slowly moved closer, her posture relaxed, her gait casual... almost sensual. She didn't want to lay it on too thick. But she gave just enough. A slight -
