As the night air grew colder, Barbara Gordon struggled with the nylon ropes binding her in place. They dug deep into her Batgirl costume, not enough to hurt but enough that she had very little hope of getting free. But how could she not try, given what was going on in front of her? Barbara lowered her head and closed her eyes while she tried to block out the sounds.
There was little else she could do. The thin ropes bound her thighs and ankles together in kneeling position. Her arms were firmly tied behind her back and those ropes were tied to the ones around her ankles, forcing her to bend backward and thrust her chest outward. More ties wrapped above, below, and between her breasts, making them bulge outward. Her belt had been taken, but even if she'd been able to reach it, she was bound too tightly to escape.
What stung even more than the bindings was that Dick had barely looked at her. Her boyfriend had followed Catwoman's every order, tying her up in this incredibly sexualized position, yet he hadn't seemed to care. Barbara knew she should have been a sight to behold with her curves wrapped in her Batgirl outfit, her breasts on display, and her red hair hanging down her back. Yet compared to Catwoman, she was nothing, and Dick didn't even bother to ogle her.
"It looks like you're starting to understand." Catwoman's voice oozed sexuality and against her will, Barbara looked up again. The other woman was leaning forward provocatively with her heavy breasts hanging below her and a smirk on those plump lips. Her every curve was on display in her latex outfit, just begging for comparison to Barbara's lesser curves.
Worse than that, Dick kneeled behind Catwoman, his hands sinking into the flesh of her bubble butt with his face in her ass. Between Catwoman's shapely legs, she could see his cock bulging through his Nightwing costume, rigidly defined in a way she'd never seen before, even after all the times they'd been on patrol together.
"Even if you could get out, nothing would change." Catwoman smirked and wiggled her ass back. Dick was licking enthusiastically, and his tongue must have been deep inside her asshole. Barbara's lips twisted in disgust, but she couldn't look away. Catwoman chuckled. "Your little boyfriend can see the difference between us. Everyone can, even though you try to hide it with that cape and that armor.
"Can you imagine even trying to compete with me? Just try putting on a skin-tight rubber costume like this one and think how pathetic you'd look next to me. Are your boobs padded? I bet they are - I'm not even wearing a bra under this." That was obvious enough, Catwoman's large nipples straining through the material, but the other woman wasn't done. "And you always wear such boring, flat shoes... could you even stand in heels like these, much less fight in them?"
Once, Barbara would have shot back something nasty, but all her words died in her throat. It was true, she couldn't compete. She could have called Catwoman a slut, but when the other woman embraced it so overtly and ensnared her boyfriend so easily, it didn't even feel like an insult. Barbara's head slumped and she vowed not to look again, though she could still hear Dick's tongue against the slick latex.
At that moment Catwoman's entire body shuddered, her eyes closing as she came. From having her ass licked or from her victory over Batgirl, Barbara couldn't be sure. Once it was done, she spun around and planted a kiss on Dick's lips.
"Very good, lover. You'd be happy to worship my ass all day, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Mistress." Dick sounded nothing like before, utterly submissive. Catwoman chuckled and glanced over her shoulder at Barbara.
"Well, you're going to get something better. How often does Batgirl let you fuck her loose pussy?"
"Not... not very often." Barbara fumed, but she couldn't deny it. She was blushing fiercely, but Catwoman wasn't close to done.
"And are her tits even big enough to wrap around that huge piece of meat between your legs?"
"...no." She had tried once and it had been humiliating. Barbara hadn't given him blowjobs for a month after that. Judging from how wide Dick's eyes had become, he remembered it just as clearly.
"Such a shame. This thing deserves a nice, warm home." Catwoman slid her hand over his length and Dick bucked his hips against her. "What about her ass? She ever let you put this inside her flat, flabby little ass?"
Barbara's eyes went wide. She stared at Dick's face, but he only shook his head, his expression unchanging. "Never."
"You want to fuck my perfect bubble butt?" Catwoman purred.
Dick's eyes widened more than Barbara had ever seen. He opened his mouth to answer, but his breath caught in his throat. It was more than good enough for an answer and Catwoman laughed gaily. Just one more victory, showing her utter superiority. Yet though Barbara thought that Catwoman just intended to humiliate her, she began to realize that the other woman wasn't kidding.
"Well, good things come to those who wait." Catwoman laid a hand on Dick's chest and pushed him backward so he sat on his ass. She knelt down between his legs and his eyes got even wider. "You see, I came prepared for tonight. Because the plan was never just to tease you, lover - oh no, I wouldn't be satisfied with just that."
She prowled forward until her face was over his crotch, her hips swaying from side to side and reminding Barbara again just how perfect her ass was. But for once Dick wasn't staring at it, his eyes were locked on Catwoman's face as it drew closer and she began to lovingly lick up and down the shaft through the leather of his uniform.
He groaned and his fingers gripped the concrete, but he didn't even try to grab her head. He didn't need to - when he was ready to burst Catwoman pulled back and unzipped him with a wicked smile on her face. His cock burst free and bounced off her face, the veins standing out as if they were about ready to explode.
One of her hands slid around his cock, one latex-covered finger at a time until she had surrounded the thick pole and began to pump her hand up and down. It moved slowly at first, almost gingerly, but Catwoman's other hand was sliding down between her legs. She avoided her pussy entirely, however, and slid her fingers down one of her thighs to a hidden pouch. From it, she withdrew a container that Barbara realized was filled with lube.
Unscrewing it with one hand, Catwoman began dripping the lube over his cock. Her fingers shone darkly as the latex became wet and soon Dick's cock was shining as well. Catwoman held nothing back then, her hand pumping rapidly over the shaft. He groaned and his fingers scrabbled for purchase as his manhood leapt in her hand.
"First, you're going to get to feel these." Catwoman slid her other hand over her costume, letting it slide into the keyhole that revealed all her mouth-watering cleavage. Held tightly by the latex of her outfit, her breasts clung to her fingers. Dick gave an even deeper groan.
Catwoman finally let go of his cock and instead wrapped her hands around the sides of her breasts. She knelt even lower over his crotch and positioned her breasts over his hard pillar. Barbara could see her eyes, triumphant at the utter shock on Dick's face. Then Catwoman moved down, sliding the huge cock between her tits. It slid inside easily and the enormous mounds wrapped around even the massive pole.
When Catwoman was done, her breasts enveloped almost his entire cock the way Barbara's never could. They were just too huge, also welling up out of Catwoman's fingers and pushing against his flat stomach. With a chuckle, Catwoman began to bounce her breasts up and down his shaft.
"Really puts the difference into perspective, doesn't it?" Catwoman said, even though it seemed unlikely that Dick could listen, or indeed think about anything except his cock between her tits. "My tits are so much bigger than hers, so much higher, so much firmer. They're absolutely perfect, and you're going to get to fuck them."
With a loud groan, Dick began pushing his hips upward, driving his cock between her tits faster. His movements were rough and uncoordinated, but Catwoman handled them easily, using the motion to pump up and down his cock even faster. She didn't seem to tire, only grinning wider as he fucked her tits until his movements became erratic.
Without any more warning than that, his cock exploded, pulsing as cum flew from the tip. Dick barely caught himself as he collapsed backward, panting for breath as more and more surged from his cock. The first spurts had hit Catwoman in the face and the others covered her chest. She only smiled up at him, her long tongue pulling some of his cum into her mouth while the rest sank down into the tight space between his cock and her breasts.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Mistress," Dick said. "You're too good, I couldn't help it."
"Oh, you don't have to apologize." Catwoman finally pulled back and pulled a stick of lipstick from one of her high boots. She sucked on the end before taking off the cap and seductively applying it to her lips. Dick's eyes widened and his softening cock twitched.
From her position, Barbara struggled uselessly against her bonds again. There was nothing she could do as Catwoman applied a thick layer of lipstick and then bent down to her boyfriend's cock again. She kissed the tip of his cock, then sucked the entire thing into her mouth. Barbara let out a groan, realizing that Dick would never be hers again.
As the lipstick smeared over his cock, the organ jerked back to life with unnatural speed. Barbara realized that her humiliation wasn't over - it was just beginning.
