Time for a Catnap

Catwoman dropped down onto her knees beside Batgirl and began teasing her, her hands roaming over her prisoner's armored suit as if there was a message written all over Batgirl's body in braille. The Dark Knight damsel gritted her teeth under the stifling tape gag but was unable to suppress a few moans as Catwoman's wandering hands found their way to some wonderfully sensitive parts of her helplessly bound body, and she sighed to herself at how unfair it was that her nemesis's touch should be so incredibly deft and sensual.

The villainess seemed to be taking mental notes of where she got the most reaction from Batgirl. "Loves having her hair played with. Nape of the neck. Nibble just under and behind her ears. Cleft of her hip. Very sensitive nipples. Everywhere on her thighs. Mmmmm, everywhere., everywhere on those thighs..." Batgirl could do nothing more than tug helplessly at the chains binding her to the chair and try--and fail miserably--not to enjoy Catwoman's hands-on cartographic exploration of her body's curves.

"The Joker gave me a very lucrative contract to abduct you, Batgirl," Catwoman said mockingly as she peeled off the heroine's cowl and combed her prey's long, fiery tresses out with her claws. Batgirl's heart stopped for a moment as her face was suddenly revealed.

"Hmmmmm, lovely, but I don't recognize you," the felonious feline said. causing Batgirl to breathe an audible sigh of relief that her secret identity was still intact, at least for the moment. But her reprieve was short as the crooked kitty kicked Batgirl's knees apart and slipped a very curious hand between her thighs. Within seconds the pussycat's paw was playing a pluperfect polka on Batgirl's precious pearl, the heroine's, saucer-wide eyes, sudden moans, and wriggling hips telling Catwoman she'd found the right spot on the supple leather Batsuit and that her pretty prisoner was very vulnerable to her powers of persuasion.

Catwoman leaned forward and planted a firm kiss on Batgirl's gag, leaving a thick red lipstick stain and causing Barbara to mewl, her hips rolling in perfect rhythm with the feline's twirling, pressing, grinding left hand. "Oh my, Batgirl, I think you're enjoying this even more than I am!" she laughed, suddenly stopping everything and reaching her hands down and fumbling around in the pouches of her utility belt.

Batgirl shook her head slowly, her azure eyes glassy with lust and shame, the panted "mmmmmmmmph!" making it clear--at least to Catwoman--that her pinned pipistrelle didn't want her to stop her ministrations.

Then Batgirl saw the tiny spray device being held a couple of inches away from her face and there was a fine pink mist and the world began to spin, Catwoman's pretty face melting into a blur and the whole room beginning to rock back and forth. She tried to reach her hands out and wrap them around her curvaceous captor to keep herself from falling but the chains held them fast, the only result being the clinking of metal on metal as her hands flailed uselessly. It was the strangest thing, really, because just a moment ago she'd been laying on a steel plate floor with her wrists bound to a chair and now she was falling, like when she was a little girl jumping on the trampoline, that strange sensation of weightlessness paired with an inexorable downward momentum as she dropped back towards the ground, the trampoline just a tiny black dot that grew bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger until suddenly everything around her was a great black pool.

Catwoman smiled as Batgirl's eyes fluttered shut and her head lolled down onto her shoulder. "Good girl," she said, leaning forward and planting a kiss on the top of the sleeping girl's head, then dropped the small aerosol can back in its pouch as she stood up and plopped back down in her catbird seat.

"Sleep tight, Batgirl."

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