Part 7: The Next Plot
For the next few days, there was little to report. Batman’s night visit resulted in very little hard evidence. He found a spot where a boat could have landed on the shoreline and scuffing on a small tree to indicate a boat may have been tied up there recently. However, the all-day rain had washed away any traces for footprints or a trail, so there was nothing to follow. A sweep of the area turned up nothing.
Dick’s late night date with Catherine was less than hoped for too. After meeting at the club, she reported she was tied and wanted to turn in early, just for sleep sadly. But they did make a date for later in the week.
Barbara’s lunch with Jennifer Wentworth went off without fireworks. It was just lunch with Jennifer recounting her attack. She just needed a friend to lean on for a while and Barbara was there for support. While the exact words were different, the story and the timeline were the same. She added little additional new detail to the story that would shed light on the event. Nothing else happened, but the friendship was growing.
Catherine’s life was little more than a cycle of sleep, shop, dine and party, with the occasional social event to attend. After their dinner she and Dick went back to her place where she introduced him to her playroom. Showing him all of her bondage apparatuses, Dick noticed a few long hairs that were not from Catherine, denoting other females had been rendered helpless in her private dungeon, but wisely said nothing of it. A short time later, and under her coaching, Dick had his leather clad hostess bound, gagged and squirming, suspended from the ceiling and playing with her making her beg to be climaxed.
Getting into the spirit of things, he dropped her to her knees to give him oral sex, which she did wonderfully and made clear she wouldn’t stop till he blasted his sperm into her mouth, which she obediently drank down in hopes her captor would give her sexual relief to return the favor. Dick let his kinky side out, deigning her for a while longer before giving her the orgasm of the week, licking her clit to a powerful orgasm as she stood suspended again, her toes barely touching the floor as he pulled on her nipples. Then, with Catherine standing bent over in her platform heels, her wrists and head locked in the stocks and a large well used ball gag filling her mouth, he took her from behind, slamming into her ass over and over till they both climaxed, panting and grunting as the powerful orgasms rocked their bodies..
A while later, with Catherine bound tight in a leather arm sheath and leather belts on her legs, the two laid in bed talking, while Dick’s hand roamed over her exposed skin.
“Must be expensive living here.” He said, beginning to probe. The time seemed right to ask a few questions, but make them sound innocent enough.
“Not too bad.” She replied. “It’s all paid for and my small trust keeps me supplied, though not how I’d like to be.”
“Trust fund? You mean Brad got the bulk of your father’s money?”
“Oh, no, that bitch Jennifer got most of it.” She stated. That was the first time she said anything like that. “Oh, that feels good.” She added as Dick fondled her nipple, which was swelling hard again.
“That sucks.” Dick replied. “I mean, you’re blood family and Jennifer’s, well, something else.”
“Don’t I know it.” She said as she squirmed more. “But we’ll soon get what’s ours back again, don’t you worry.” She then turned up to look at the man expertly fondling her horny body. She knew she was talking too much, but Grayson, like most self-centered collage guys, didn’t seem to take note of anything from her gripping. He didn’t seem to care about her problems, at least not enough to want to do anything about it. Like most guys, he was happiest when in bed with her, but at least he was willing to be actively engaged and supply her drug of kinky cravings. But to be on the safe side, she decided to change the subject.
“But enough talk.” She said as she wormed her bound body down his till her head reached his hips. She reached his cock, which was laying softly on his crotch. “Don’t you think I have better things to do with my mouth or would you prefer that I be gagged?” She took him into her mouth and slowly moved up and down. Her stud of the month (and maybe longer) responded, growing hard from her renewed oral attentions.
“Who says you can’t do both.” He replied, enjoying the soft warm mouth engulfing his swelling cock. “Actually, you are already.”
After a moment, she extracted her lips from his hot hardening rod.
“I love your gag.” He said as she kissed his shaft. “But when you feel you’re ready, you could make me chew on the ball gag again, then screw me any way you like.” She said before taking him back in. Even thought she had come a few times tonight, she wanted a good, long screwing to finish things off. With Dick already having two orgasms of his own this night, she knew the fucking she would soon receive would be a long, drawn out humping, one which she knew her stud would make wonderful.
“I like the way you think.” He replied as he moaned, her mouth making his cock rock hard again. Dick played dumb, but he knew Catherine, given a few more moments, could have said far more about her distain for Jennifer, but stopped short of divulging any involvement or plots against her. For once, he wished Catherine wasn’t quite so horny and would have kept on talking.
A short time later, Catherine’s gag was changed and she got what she desired from her boy toy.
In a different part of Gotham City, another kinky coupling was occurring.
To maintain a public image, Bruce Wayne and Barbara Gordon had dined together at one of Gotham City’s finer restaurants, lingering over their meal and coffee after. Of course they would make the society page, if not in picture from a reporter or someone with a cellphone camera, then in words, having been spotted together, what they ate, how much they drank, how they looked at each other, the car he drove, the dress she wore and so on.
After, they took a walk through the high end shopping district, window shopping and chatting as they walked hand in hand, and knowing their picture was already being processed and formatted for the morning edition.
What a pain it was to be rich, or be with the rich.
With their public display of involvement completed, they headed off to Barbara’s residence, Bruce being careful to make sure no one was following. They briefly discussed the Wentworth issue, the only new info being Bruce had talked with Bradley for a time at a gathering of business leaders in Gotham City. He was even more tight lipped than usual, which made Bruce worried that something was in the works. Brad usually was very boastful, especially when it came to business and women. His silence was speaking more than his words that something big was in the works.
Once in her building, Barbara activated her security system, which included covering Charlie’s cage. She had something special planned for the night and wanted no interruptions or witnesses.
During her stay at Wayne Manor, Bruce disclosed he had recovered several items from the Professor’s laboratory before its destruction, and when she pressed for an answer, admitted the amazing pleasure suits were part of collections of items recovered.
A few weeks ago, she asked Bruce if she could have one of them, primarily wanting the purple pleasure suit, adding for him not to ask why. Bruce gave her the suit and said nothing more about it, not asking why she wanted it or what she planned to do with it. He suspected she wanted to destroy it herself, to put the last nail of the ordeal into the coffin.
But Barbara had other ideas. She wanted it for two reasons.
The pleasure suit was an amazing garment, made from a seamless slick rubber like substance so smooth and silky feeling, almost slippery in nature. When she wore the suit, it fit her body very tightly but hardly felt like she was wearing at all, for it almost formed a second smooth skin over her body from neck to toe. She felt quite cool and comfortable (very comfortable) when wearing it, not holding in heat or moister from her body.
It was very similar to her Batgirl costume in fit and form, only having a much more arousing aspect to it.
But when she moved, it slid ever so slightly over her body, making her skin tingle with delight. Adding a small electrical charge to the outfit made the suit come to life, sending waves of stimulus across her entire body, exciting every bit of the skin it touched. The more power the suit was given the more sexual stimulation it gave. It felt like hundreds of silk covered fingers caressing her whole body all at one time. The wearer (or someone with her) could control the lady wearing it, stimulating her entire body to give her multiple orgasms or just keep her in a sexual frenzy without laying a finger on her. A small flap at the crotch allowed access to her love box and by adding the matching dildos, the lucky lady could be stimulated inside and out.
She tried it on one evening a few days ago, adding a pair of spiked heels to complete her attire. Looking the mirror, it molded to her figure, making her shine in skin tight purple from top to bottom. She moved about her bedroom, the suit caressing all over her sexy frame. The results were amazing, getting her hot and excited in seconds. When she applied the electrical change to the suit, her whole body was infused with sexual energy making her climax over and over till she was lying on her bed exhausted but in complete erotic satisfaction only wishing her lover was with her to finish the job.
Which led her to her second reason.
Waiting for her cue, Bruce entered her bedroom.
Barbara was laying on her bed, atop the white lace covered bedspread. She was incased in the pleasure suit, a stunning sight in purple from her neck to her toes, including gloves on her hands. She added in a pair of purple spiked heels platform pumps that we’re 6” high, which made her already amazing legs seem to go on for miles. She also wore a gold colored belt, similar to but not an exact copy of her actual utility belt, slung over her hips and her actual Batgirl cape and cowling, red hair and all completed the costume.
“Now you see why I wanted the purple one.” He said as she rolled onto her chest, making sure the cape was off to the far side to show off her perfect ass and long legs encased in the slick rubbery outfit. Bruce could feel his cock pulsating in his pants as she rolled over, displaying her fantastic body that was both completely exposed yet completely covered, finally getting onto her hands and knees, showing off her back side, then sliding off the bed to stand with him.
“You are far too dressed for this evening.” She said as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She slowly stripped him till he was completely naked standing beside her bed, with her own body constantly being stimulated by her movements. Satisfied, she snuggled up against him, pressing her slippery covered figure against his hard body, the two wrapping their arms around the other in a tight embrace while their mouths met. The tall heels closed the height gap between them so they were nearly equal. With his hands on her and pressing against her body, the suit was arousing her mightily, making her more than excited. This is what the pleasure suit should have been invented for, not to torment kidnapped, defenseless damsels.
She felt like she had returned the marvelous invention back to its rightful use.
She broke the impassioned liplock and stepped back, letting her hand rest on his shoulder before removing her cape and dropping back on the bed. Her seduction was working out quite well and getting the desired results.
“Come join me, Mr, Wayne.” She said in a soft, seductive voice as she stretched out on her bed. “Here’s your chance to make love to Batgirl.”
“How men have dreamed of being in my place right now.” He replied, knowing full well that many a man in Gotham City had erotic fantasies about Batgirl. “I'm just privileged enough to live the dream.”
Soon they were laying side by side, their bodies locked together in a passionate wrestling match of who could make love to the other first. All the while the suit did amazing things to her and even had an erotic effect on Bruce, how it felt against his naked skin especially when she used a gloved hand to stroke his solid manhood and later mounted him to slide her slicked up body over him. At last, Bruce got on top of the Batgirl and held her wrists down, pinning her to the bed as he kissed her deeply.
“Tie me to the bed.” She whispered to her lover. “Render me helpless and do your will on me.”
Bruce didn’t hesitate, for he wanted to bind her to the bed as badly as she did. Knowing where she kept her ample supply of bondage apparatuses, he soon had her rendered in the classic spread eagle position with leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, roped holding her limbs pointing towards the 4 corners of the bed to keep her body stretch out tight and hold her there, but let her wiggle enough to let the suit move over her and amplify her delights. A simple black cleave gag kept her muted well enough.
Seeing how hot she looked, it was no wonder why all the super villains tied her up before they tried to do her in.
Bruce knew what Batgirl wanted and found the small electrical connecter at the head of her bed. He attached it to the back of her pleasure suit and turned it on low, enough to energize the material and get her started. He kept her helpless and racing horny for over an hour before he finally added more power and pressed a large vibrator against her crotch as he pinched her nipple through the slippery material, sending her over the edge into a thunderous screaming orgasm, her body straining against the ropes tightly holding her spread as the orgasm pummeled throughout her. He followed up with three more orgasm in quick succession, none as strong as the first, but all amazing and powerful, the last coming as lay atop her, driving his stiff cock into her hot and drenched pussy while pinching both her nipples. But when he came, he pulled her gag and straddled her face, pumping into her lips as Batgirl sucked on him for just seconds before he shot his load onto her mouth. Batgirl willingly swallowed his entire load as another small orgasm plunged her into bliss again, sucking the last of his seed from his rod. Even when he was done and standing next to her bed, the sight of the sexed up crime fighter kept him hard and aching for more.
Bruce was far from done, but he wanted to make a change in both her bondage and her position. With the black gag between her teeth, he slipped a tiny vibrator inside her suit, right over her clit, but left it off. He freed her legs and removed the cuffs from her ankles, then tight bound her legs together at the ankles and knees before lashing her feet to the end of the bed. Next her wrists were freed and the cuffs removed before her wrists were bound together before her then lashed to the lower part of the headboard. It wasn’t as tight as before, for she could worm a lot more, but she was none the less well bound and at his mercy.
Bruce rolled the bound female hero onto her side and spooned in behind her, sliding one arm under her body so he could hold her breast. In this position, Bruce could reach any part of Batgirl from the thighs up while pressing his entire body into her back half. Making Batgirl bend her knees a bit, he worked his hips into her ass and with a little help was able to find the flap on her suit and slip his completely stiff rod into Batgirl’s pussy once more. He then switched on both the vibrator and the current to her pleasure suit then took ahold of Batgirl’s chest with both his hands.
The result was exactly what Bruce was aiming for. With the stimulation to her entire body back on, with special added attentions to her clit and her boobs and Bruce’s cock deeply impaling her, Batgirl was soon squirming like mad and groaning around her gag.
Throughout the lengthy round of sex, Batgirl did the majority of the work during this kinky intercourse position. Her body constantly squirmed and bucked against his cock, trying to push him in as deep and hard as she could in her bound state while the pleasure suit and added vibrator did their magic. Bruce only pressed into her and let his hands move over any part of her slickly covered body he could reach, but mostly concentrated on her boobs and nipples. This way, the sex lasted much longer but was more rewarding to both. Batgirl came more than once, crying out against her gag but the action never subsided. He playfully covered her mouth when she screamed in orgasmic bliss, which Batgirl found very kinky. Bruce thrilled at all the action he was getting without having to move or act, yet still loved how her slippery coated body slithered over her and felt under his hands and how her perfect ass ground into him to get the full extent of his shaft into her.
After a long, thrilling ride, Batgirl finally had enough of the added stimulations. Through her gag, she was able to tell him ‘off’, and he knew it meant to turn off the devices. With the power off to both vibrator and pleasure suit, Bruce got more involved, now thrusting his hips into her to speed up the sex. He was grunting along with her now, maximizing the penetration and pleasures. Batgirl, though still squirming and bucking, was more along for the ride now as Bruce took control, his hands firmly gripping her boobs as he plowed into her as they lay side by side. At last, he couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer. His cock erupted, pumping out another huge load of sperm, this time into her helpless partner’s still burning hot pussy, who was now coming herself after holding back as long as she could. They came together long and strong, both moaning and groaning as Bruce emptied his load into her.
Even after the climaxes had subsided and ended, neither wanted to move or suggest it. Only Batgirl’s gag was removed, the rest of her bondage remained and she was content to let it. They lay together, Bruce still penetrating her pussy, though not as fully as before, their sex juices mixing together as the enjoyed the afterglow of their spirited and kinky love making.
“I had hoped it would be wonderful, but you exceeded my wildest expectations,” she soft said, “once again.”
“I think you had more to do with it than I” he replied.
“Was making love to Batgirl more thrilling that to Barbara Gordon?” she asked.
“Thrilling, yes, but regardless of the costume on the outside, it’s still the same woman under the cowling who makes it that way.” He replied.
“Good answer.” She grinned. “Oh my, don’t you ever get soft?” she said, feeling his cock was still penetrating her deeply, like he was just a short time again.
Be it Bruce Wayne or Batman, he was a man’s man and was quite resilient.
“And who’s fault would that be?” He said, pressing his hips into her ass again, pushing his swelling cock deeper into his bound girlfriend. “You haven’t stopped squirming once this evening. Besides, how could I resist such a temping, beautiful woman, especially when you’re as excited and insatiable as I am.”
“At least I have an excuse. You have no idea what this suit does to me.”
“You could say I have the same excuse too.” He said as his hand roamed over her bound body. His hips were moving a little faster now.
“Guess we’re a good fit.” She replied, squirming her behind. “It sure feels like we are. But I don’t know if I have the energy to go again. You’ve wore me out and I don’t know I could do you justice.”
“I think we’re doing just fine for now and this feels too nice to stop.” He replied. “No need to hurry things. If we finish, we finish. If not, it’s still a savory moment to enjoy.”
“Then don’t stop.” She said in the lust voice. But now, between the sensations the pleasure suit provided and the sensations sliding inside her, she too was feeling more need for pleasure than need for sleep. “Oh, yes, please don’t stop.”
Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for either of them to reach a peak. Bruce up'd the action when he rolled the two of them over, so Batgirl was lying face down and Bruce was on top of her, his very ridged cock still inserted deeply into her warm, inviting love tunnel, with his hand under her full breasts. Though far from intense as the two prior romps, Batgirl came first, with a little help from Bruce tweaking her nipples and squeezing her fleshy boobs as he drove into her repeatedly from behind. She moaned and groaned through the orgasm as Bruce sped up further. A moment later, Bruce came again, moaning deeply as he pumped another load of come into her.
It was late and at last it was time to call it a night. Bruce released Batgirl from the bondage and she removed her modified costume, once again back to Barbara Gordon. They showered together, for both needed it, washing the sex from each other’s bodies. Dried and dressed, with the costumes and bondage items hidden away, Bruce bid Barbara a warm, impassioned good night and departed. Barbara slipped under the covers exhausted and satisfied, thrilled beyond words that the night had gone so wonderful.
As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered if Bruce would like to see her in the black pleasure suit with thigh high boots or the red with matching stiletto heels, without looking too much like Harley Quinn in the red or Catwoman in the black. In the end, she decided to stick with the purple even though she felt she’d look good in either.
She also decided that someday, she planned to wear the suit while engaging in some self-bondage, being held captive for a few hours in erotic pleasures till the ice melted the keys and she was able to escape or waiting for Bruce to arrive and do whatever he wanted with her.
She decided doing both would be best.
In another part of Gotham City that same evening, a new plot was taking place.
Brad went to see his sister, making sure she had dismissed the hired help for the evening. Little did Catherine know that Brad had actually arranged for her maid to be sent out of town for a week-long vacation, making it appear Catherine had arranged it as a little surprise gesture of gratitude for her all her years of service while keeping silent.
Brad arrived on time and without being spotted. He carried a small bag with him, knowing much of what he needed was going to be on hand at Catherine’s place.
“Are we alone?” he asked his sister. “No surprises, no one stopping over later, no captive playmates hiding in your little playroom who might happen to hear us?”
“We’re alone, brother.” She replied. “As you requested, my maid is gone for the night, my boyfriend is busy tonight so I’m dateless and the room is vacant, unless you want to share it with someone special. Even if someone was in there, you know well it’s sound-proofed.”
“Excellent.” He replied, happy to hear they were not going to be interrupted. “Then get us some glasses, for we’re going to celebrate as we talk.” He pulled a bottle of champagne from his bag.
“Celebrate? What are we celebrating?” he replied, getting two fluted glasses from the wet bar. “Is Jennifer already dead?”
“No, we couldn’t be so lucky.” He replied, popping the cork. “But with my fool-proof plan, she’s as good as.”
“Well, brother, if it’s as fool proof as your last, this party’s a little premature.” She replied as he poured the bubbly into their glasses. “Is this going to take long? I was hoping to hit the clubs tonight.”
“Hardly. In fact, the way I have things worked out, Jennifer being out of the way will only be the beginning and you will be able to party to your heart’s content.”
They clinked glasses and drank, except Brad didn’t drink any, only putting the glass to his lips. Catherine took a full drink, getting a mouthful of the expensive wine. Brad topped off her glass and they sat on the couch, Catherine taking another large drink as they did.
“Only the beginning? What else do you have planned?”
“For one, undisputed control of the empire.” He replied.
“Undisputed? That’s a bold statement.” She replied, taking another drink. “For one, there’s the board of directors, and secondly, well, we both know I have some say in that matter.”
Brad smiled, noticing his sister’s words were getting slower and little slurred. “Actually, the way I have things working out, it will be impossible for the board to interfere with me any longer, and as for you, your interest in the business end of the family fortune is about to come to an abrupt end.”
“Wha… wh, whha, haaav youuu d, d, dun to, to, muh, meee.” She replied as Brad took the glass from her hand, barely able to see straight. She was fighting sleep and her speech was almost unintelligible.
“Just a little something to get you all relaxed. I’m only getting started, sister, for the next part is where the beauty of my plan really gets moving.”
Catherine hardly understood what he was saying. What was going on and why? At last, things went gray and she slumped over on the couch, knocked out from the sleeping agent Brad injected into the champagne.
Brad grinned at his knocked out sister. “Oh dear sister, if only you were awake to hear me gloat and what I had planned for you.” He said. “But I best get things set, for I don’t want you waking up on me and not be ready.”
First he made sure the main door was locked then unlocked the door to Catherine’s dungeon playroom and carried his slumbering sister in, depositing her on the floor. Next, he extinguished the lights in her suite to make it seem no one was home before returning to her playroom. Moments later, Catherine was stripped of her expensive yet revealing clubware dress and panties and he removed her platform heels. Naked, he secured her to the sturdy wooden chair that she often restrained her guests to, in order to keep them tied up and unable to escape her clutches while she torment them to one degree or another.
The bondage chair was a very interesting and useful prop, but was more of an apparatuses than literal chair. Its small seat that split into a ‘V’ shape hardly would be comfortable to sit in for a long period. With a solid board for a back and sturdy legs that had attached wide leather straps, the person captive in it would be held wild open and completely vulnerable to whatever his or her captor wanted to access or insert into the lower part of his or her body. With a cross board that held the victims arms straight out from the body with several useful wide leather straps attached, and another strap that wrapped around the victim’s neck, whoever was belted into the chair would be completely at the mercy of Catherine and totally exposed to whatever she desired to do with said victim. Brad had seen the chair in action, with a pretty collage girl strapped in as Catherine fondled and licked her pussy while playing with her tits, a bit gag keeping the girl’s grumbling to a minimum as Catherine tormented her and added vibrators to her private places.
Before long, Catherine was strapped in, held captive in her own bondage devices. Though slumped over in her slumber, he added a harness bit gag to her mouth then added a strap to hold her head up and to keep her from moving it. He also added a set of blinders, which only allowed her to only look forward. Lastly, he inserted a vibrator into her pussy, another smaller one into her ass and added another over her clit. The combination would be maddening on their own, but in conjunction with what he had planned, it would be mind blowing.
Next, he brought in a set of monitors and placed them directly in front of his restrained sister. A set of ear buds were placed into her ears. He powered up everything then got the last item of his plan ready, knowing that Catherine could wake up any time soon. He retrieved a syringe and a small vial, sticking the needle into the bottle and drawing out a dose of the liquid. Looking at Catherine in her current situation, he knew it would be easy to inject her and there was nothing she could do to resist.
Catherine groaned, a sure sign the knock out drug was wearing off. In a few moments, she would be awake enough to let her have a last few moments of reality. Enough time to explain to her his plan. A few moments passed and Catherine was coherent.
“What’s going on?” She asked drowsily, the gag muttering her speech. “Why am I tied up like this?”
“Well, sister, it’s all part of the plan.” he said as he came into her line of sight. “And the most amusing part if it is, I have you to thank for the inspiration.”
She looked at him with a perplexed look on her face.
“You see, I decided that I can’t trust anyone any longer. If I want it all, and I do want it all for myself, I need to do whatever it takes to become the sole master of my domain. Therefore, I need to eliminate all competition. So I have decided to not only eliminate Jennifer, but you and Batgirl as well. And the best part is, you’re going to do most of the work.”
He knelt down next to her and rubbed a small alcohol patch on her arm. “I don’t expect you to understand, but all you need to know is that life as you know it is over.” He said as he pushed the needle into her arm, hitting the vein, and pushing the plunger down, injecting the liquid into her bloodstream. Between her drowsiness and the tight restraints, Catherine had no chance to resist or even delay the act one second.
He stood up and moved before her again. “I just injected a powerful combination of hallucinating drugs into you. In a few moments, your mind is going on a wide ride. So wild that in the end, you’re not going to be the same person you are right now. In fact, I’m seeing to it that you’re about to become someone else, one I can control and use to help obtain my objectives.” He added, seeing that her eyes were starting glaze over, the first sign the drugs were taking affect. “I’m not exactly sure if this is going to work, but if something goes wrong, they’ll just blame it on a drug overdose. But as in business some risk must be dared otherwise you won’t succeed.”
“Either way, it works out the same.” He said as he turned on the vibrators. “So goodbye, my dear sister Catherine. I’m sorry to have to do this to you, but I’m done letting others claim what’s rightfully mine.”
For Catherine, she felt the first signs that the drugs were taking hold. Brad moved around, almost like he was in slow motion. A few seconds later, the screens in front of her came to life, flashing images into her mind while voices began to infiltrate her thoughts from the ear buds she wore. And there were other sounds mixed in.
Those of cats purring and hissing.
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