Chapter 13 -
In the few seconds I had to inspect the pictures, I found my adolescent fantasies brought to life. I had seen this kind of thing before, Huntress being the most vivid example, but to see some of the world's most powerful heroines bound, helpless and used as meat puppets...well, the reality was horrifying. You of all people should be interested in what I saw, since you did the same kind of thing to Batgirl in her own apartment. But here was a veritable patheon of superheroine poon tang used and abused.
You know of the infamous "Wonder Woman" tape that circulated for a while in the underground. At one point there was a big crusade to round up every last tape and people wound up orbiting the planet or buried up to their necks in ground for being caught with a copy. Even admitting I've seen it is dangerous. Here were pictures of the gamut of superheroines - acrobats in tights like Black Canary and Zatanna to solar-powered goddesses like Barda and Wonder Woman - in poses and acts that were reserved for the sick fantasies of perverted sadists like me. I couldn't see just who it was clutching Wonder Woman's naked breasts from behind and burying himself into her to her abject horror and agony, but it wasn't human. It couldn't be human. The tapes proved no mere mortal could penetrate her any easier than a granite statue. Whatever dick was doing that could be considered one of the world's most powerful tools of destruction.
Catwoman tore the pictures from my hands and scowled at me for seeming to linger too long on them.
"Your Mr. ________ is responsible for this." She hissed. "This is his idea of taking commerce to the next level. "
"Waitaminute," I replied. "2 Face and Ivy put this all together. Mr. ______ just donated the land."
"Moron, who do you think is providing the hostages!?" She thrust the pictures out at me to bring the point home. For the first time, Bats, I didn't know who to believe. Catwoman needed me for some reason. It wasn't by chance I found her in the dark or that she led me out of the chamber of horrors. I was working out the problem in my head as she ranted. She was venting her rage but all I heard were numbers and acts like a hooker's price list - A million dollars for straight sex with Wonder Woman....500 large for anal with Arrowette...any combination of three Legionnaires for an hour just six-hundred thousand dollars... the list kept going, punctuated by hisses and flecks of spit hitting the back of my neck as I tried to work out what I knew and how I fit into this mess.
Finally, she stopped talking and I could put a few important facts together in my head. It didn't change my main mission there. "I really don't care, Catwoman. I'm just here to get Batgirl. I leave this weird shit up to you folks."
Contrary to what I expected, Catwoman strolled up to me casually, swinging her hips in a hypnotic ballet of her sexuality. She flashed a disarming smile and produced her bullwhip from its side holster. "You have no idea what's happened to her. She was the first test subject. She's no longer human...she's a plant, infected by Ivy to do her bidding. Face it, lover boy, she's gone."
I thought back to the new, dirty green costume she wore, the creepy look she had that didn't seem to come from prosthetics or make-up. If Catwoman was right, I was too late. Of course, being the macho male that I am, I refused to accept that. She said it to hurt me, or bring me back to the crisis at hand. I sniffed. "How much for a blow job from Catwoman?"
She smiled, almost warmly, sliding the whip around my shoulders and pulling herself to me. "That one was free. A cat has needs now and again. You were just in the right place at the right time."
"Then how about giving back my 'A' Cards, my Rolex and the billfold?"
"A cat has other needs, too," she purred. "You understand. It was worth every penny to you...from the look on your face when you came all over mine, you couldn't be disappointed."
