The Cat in Latex Ch. 04

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.

X X X

His Mistress had already been too good to him, but Dick realized that she was just beginning. He was overjoyed to worship her in any way she demanded, but the fact that she wanted his cock in all her holes made him desperately wish that he hadn't come so quickly.

Yet as those thick lips slid over his cock, he found it stirring again. He hadn't been able to go again so quickly since he was a teenager, yet this was completely different. Her lipstick smearing over his cock was incredibly erotic, but as it did he felt some kind of power seeping into his skin. Soon his shaft was as hard as it had been before - no, even harder, and somehow even thicker, a broad pole that stretched her lips.

Catwoman just kept going down, taking his entire cock into her throat in a way his girlfriend had never been able to. As she covered his entire length, the unnatural lust saturated his cock. It was throbbing in a way it never had before, almost as if it was still getting larger. Her mouth and throat were better than anything he'd ever felt, yet he didn't feel even close to coming. When she pulled back, his cock stood proudly in front of her glorious body.

"Maybe I'll wake you up like that sometime," Catwoman purred, "but just now I need something else."

Dick stopped breathing entirely and he felt light-headed. Catwoman could have made him beg, utterly destroyed him just by threatening to take that perfect body away, yet she had no intention of doing so. Unlike Barbara, who always held sex over him like a threat, Catwoman planned to drain his balls while she satisfied herself.

After one last kiss on the head of his cock, Catwoman slid forward and pushed him onto his back. He went willingly, shuddering as she slithered over him. Her tongue slid over the side of his face while she wiggled her hips into position. His cock pressed hard against her thighs, rubbing against the slick latex but seeking more. But it wasn't long before she positioned herself over his cock.

She sank down, and Dick's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as his shaft slid into her outfit. The latex folds over her pussy let him sink deep within her, fucking her and the costume simultaneously. He wanted to thrust up into her, but her fingernails on his chest kept him in place until she was fully seated around him. Feeling her bubble butt against his thighs made him groan yet again.

"That's right, lover. Be a wild stallion for me, will you?" Catwoman began to bounce on his shaft, riding him hard from the start. The pleasure was incredible, the slick latex practically pushed into his cock by her tight inner folds. Now he couldn't help but thrust up into her, and she just laughed and kept riding him, taking everything he had to offer.

"That's right, that's my stallion!" Catwoman slid her hands up over her own body, caressing her tits before tangling her fingers in her hair. "She doesn't deserve a stud like you!"

For a moment Dick didn't even understand who his Mistress could mean. His world had become nothing but the incredible woman riding his cock. Smirking as she realized, Catwoman leaned forward. She kept one hand flat on his chest, giving her leverage to keep bouncing on his cock, while her other hand caressed his chin and turned his head to the side.

"Remember her?" Dick saw his girlfriend still bound in place, her pathetic curves on display in the ties, and barely cared. Sex with her had been nothing like with the goddess on top of him. He pushed back against Catwoman's hand, trying to look at her, and she chuckled and let him. "You might not have a use for her anymore, but I'd like to keep her around as a toy. Maybe I'll make you fuck her sometime, just to remind you how much better I am."

Dick shook his head sharply and began pushing up into her as hard as he could. Catwoman gave a pleased little moan and smirked down at him. "Maybe you're right, lover. She couldn't handle a cock like this, anyway."

In any case, it seemed obvious that Catwoman had no plans except to ride him to completion. They fucked for a long time, his stamina endless, until her body shuddered in orgasm. It rolled down her body, shaking her tits and ass before her pussy clenched harder than it ever had before. He came explosively, firing deep inside her.

Yet when Catwoman slid off his cock, it bounced upward instantly as if it had never come at all. She chuckled and positioned herself on top of his body. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, but Dick's attention was pulled away from them by the feel of the globes of her ass brushing against his cock. With his shaft standing upright so stiffly, it was easy for her to rub against it. She began to bounce her hips, sliding her rubber-clad ass against his cock.

"Time for the main event, isn't it?" Catwoman chuckled and then abruptly sprang off him. For a moment Dick felt utterly abandoned, his cock angry and incomplete without her body. Yet when he saw her crawl onto her hands and knees, presenting her ass and crooking a finger for him to follow, it was better than everything that had come before. "Get over here, lover."

He scrambled into place behind her and grabbed her hips, ready to pound inside the asshole that had tempted him for so long. But Catwoman's fingernails on his wrist froze him in place. Instead she began to slid her bubble butt along his length, the soft globes gliding around his shaft. Just watching her bubble butt dance around him was better than anything else he could imagine at that exact moment.

Eventually, though, she wanted more, and he wanted to give it to her more than anything in the world. When she gave the signal, he grabbed his cock and guided it to her asshole. It felt like a metal pole in his hand, but he didn't even think of stroking - he needed something only his Mistress could give him.

When he pushed the head of his cock against her ass, it resisted him at first. As gloriously huge as her ass was, her asshole was small and tight. Slowly he worked the head of his cock against it, gradually getting deeper inside. It hugged him tightly, the perfect mix between forcing him out and inviting him inside.

"Are you ready to fuck this ass?" Catwoman looked over her shoulder at him, a haze of lust swirling in her eyes. "Come on, lover, just do it."

His cock finally pushed inside and he groaned, ready to come with just the head inside her. But though her asshole was impossible tight and incredible pleasure washed through him, he knew he wouldn't come. His cock still felt strong and hard, throbbing with the need for her.

"God, that's good!" Catwoman arched her back and pushed back against him. "Slide that beast all the way inside my ass!"

The latex of her costume stretched tighter as he began to push deeper. It didn't seem possible, yet it stretched around his girth. Each inch was a struggle, yet each inch granted him even more pleasure. She was impossibly tight, it didn't seem like he could get any further, yet he continued on. Dick grabbed her hips and this time she didn't stop him. Her broad hips and bubble butt were the perfect handle to pull her back, and she thrust with him, finally burying his cock inside her ass.

"Fuck! Yes! Fuck!" Catwoman screamed and thrashed once he was finally hilted inside her. Dick shuddered and his fingers gripped her hips tighter. "Fuck me!"

He had no choice but to obey, beginning to pump his cock in and out of her asshole. As he did, Catwoman thrust back, constantly increasingly their pace, yelling out encouragement. "Harder, lover! Fuck that tight little rubber fuck hole!"

Dick grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her ass as hard as he could. If there had been any defiance left in him, it melted away at that moment. Pounding his Mistress's perfect ass with all his might, he was exactly where he belonged.

X X X

Catwoman screamed, her entire body shuddering as Nightwing hammered her ass exactly like she'd planned from the very beginning. He was a machine, pistoning into her over and over again, driving that thick shaft deep inside her just away she wanted. She saw stars as she came again, her world spinning.

When she recovered she pushed back against him hard, pressing her bubble butt against his taut body. That stopped his thrusting for a moment, letting her sway her hips from side to side. Without being told, Nightwing immediately moved to give her more pleasure, stirring his cock around inside her exactly like she wanted. God, she could feel that thick stick moving inside her all day if she didn't want it pounding inside her too.

Yet the change in pleasure gave Catwoman enough presence of mind to remember their little spectator. She looked to the side and saw Batgirl still sitting where she'd been tied, quivering in humiliation and rage. Tears trickled down her face and it made Catwoman's triumph all the sweeter. Time to bring it home.

"Fuck me, lover!" Catwoman braced herself in position and Nightwing obeyed instantly, hammering into her at the fastest rate yet. Batgirl began to cry harder as her boyfriend fucked away wildly at Catwoman, slapping her perfect ass as he pounded inside her.

He found some more strength from somewhere and increased his pace yet again. Catwoman cried out and began pushing back into each thrust, her breasts swinging wildly beneath her. Her pussy clenched every time he slapped her ass and she felt like she was coming every single time. She was on fire, her pleasure burning her away. There was only one thing she needed now, one more thing and her triumph would be complete.

"Come!" she cried. "Shoot a huge load of cum inside my asshole!"

Nightwing came on command, his cock throbbing violently. Jet after jet of cum surged inside her asshole and she felt it swelling against the already stretched latex. His hands dug into her bubble butt as he stopped thrusting, just keeping his cock fully inside her and pumping more and more of his cum into her ass.

Finally he pulled out, but he still wasn't done. Staring at her ass, Nightwing couldn't help but stroke his cock. Several more spurts of cum sprayed across the tight latex covering her butt. After a delicious shiver of pleasure, Catwoman slid to her feet. Her entire body gloriously fucked, she couldn't help but saunter over to Batgirl.