Catwoman destroys Batman (lowblow emma and genderbender)

[lowblow emma]

Enough is enough. He’s no fun anymore, just getting in the way all the time. And worst of all, he doesn’t take me seriously. Just treats me like I’m playing some sort of game. Well, he’ll learn that I’m not, not any more, no way, Batman.

All I need is a way to get control and then he’s lost. And that’s a lot easier than you’d think. Why didn’t anyone thing of it before? It’s staring us all in the face.

He’s so gullible and arrogant, he’ll just fall into my hands.

Hello, Batman, welcome to your destruction.

 

[GenderBender]

It's a risk, there's always a risk, but it's a small one. I haven't achieved what I have in my life by avoiding risks. Take this incident. It seemed just a routine sort of report, nothing significant, but I smelt trouble. So that's why I'm here in this abandoned barn on the outskirts of town. I was sure it would be one of my usual suspects and as soon as I arrived I knew which one. Catwoman. She has that distinctive smell and I caught a whiff as soon as I opened the door. It's really strong this time.

Goodness knows what she's up to this time. No good, that's for sure. She's like all the rest - plenty of imagination but no sense. She'll have come up with a ridiculous plot to dominant the three back streets where she hangs out, but given no thought to me. I'm the one who's going to stop her nonsense, like I always do. But she doesn't try to avoid me. It's almost like she wants me to catch her. She's wearing so much perfume I could walk right up to where she's hiding.

If she had my intelligence she'd easily find a way to overpower me, despite all this protection I have. But she doesn't. Which is why the risk of coming in here alone is so small I don't bother thinking about it any more. That scent of hers is so powerful, I can hardly breathe.

As soon as I get my hands on her, I'll get some fresh air to clear my head.

That's where she is. Over in that corner. I can see the glint of her leather suit. Just a quick dash and she'll be-

 

[lowblow emma]

It worked like a dream. I knew it would. That guy has had the hots for me for years. A girl can tell. He only had to get a hint that I was up to something and he was over here like a shot.

It was obviously the way to trap him. All it needed was a bit of thought. Despite all that protective gear, he has to breathe doesn’t he. And he’s got this thing for me, so all I needed to do was entice him with my perfume and then he wouldn’t notice the gas, not until it was too late anyway. In fact, I don’t think he suspected a thing. He just made a beeline for me when I let him catch a glimpseand then he just crumpled onto the floor.

I figured that if I kept my mask on while I stripped off his kit and got him attached to the chains, the air would have cleared. In fact, it took much longer than I thought to get him out of that outfit. It had to have some quick release mechanism and it did, it just took me an age to find the right places to press. And by then I needed to get my mask off to get enough air to haul him under the chains. After that it was simple enough to winch him up, leaving the soles of his feet just touching the ground.

It had been so exhausting that I hadn’t had a chance to get an eyeful of my prize. So I stood back gasping for air. He was pretty much what I’d expected. Muscular and solid. Tree trunk thighs and barrel chest, solid six pack and bulging pecs. Great ass - I gave that a good long feel. But best of all, so wonderful, the guy is hairy. Thick black hair matted on his chest and down his belly, all the way down to the forest at his crotch.

And there was my first disappointment. I’d expected a super hero to be super in every department, but he wasn’t. His stubby cock only just protruded beyond his hair – maybe an inch or a bit more in length. And – I don’t know about you, but I’m a bit ambivalent about foreskin. I much prefer it when a guy hasn’t been cut, but there is a question of hygiene isn’t there. So I peeled it back and yes, joy, perfectly clean. I could even smell the soap.

All in all then, with that one small qualification, a good body. Such a pity about what was going to happen to it, but there was plenty of time to enjoy it while it lasted.

And then his body shook, like he was clearing his head, and he opened his eyes. It took him an instant to take in where he was and what had happened. Then his gaze fixed on me.

 

[GenderBender]

When you’re in a tricky spot, you play for the advantage, however small it may be, aim to keep as much control of the situation as you can. And humour too, that can help. Well I was certainly on the back foot here, so I went for both.

‘Hi, Catwoman, aren’t you a bit overdressed in the circumstances?’

I let me eyes drift down my body and then over hers.

Being an arrogant bitch, she fell for it and stripped off. And not just in a business like, time for bed way, but she actually put on a show for me. Kicked off her heels, and did some twists and turns as she lowered the zip on her catsuit. Then just as the zip reached her navel, she turned her back on me and eased it over her shoulders. That told me the first thing I’d often wondered – she wasn’t butt naked underneath. No, she was wearing a bra, mostly lace – well her tits are small so she doesn’t need any support – and a dark burgundy. With her suit hanging off her waist, she stretched her arms up and did another twirl. Now that was a surprise – a full matt of hair under each arm. Which left me wondering about what she’s got tucked away further down.

She didn’t bother keeping me in suspense, because with a few wiggles the whole suit was around her ankles, leaving her in her bra and matching thong that was not up to the task of concealing the forest over her crotch. Not much of an ass, which is a pity, but right now I’m not in a position to choose.

She kicked the suit aside and stepped into her heels, bringing her face up to my chest again.

‘Well, Batman,’ she purred, ‘I can see you like what you’re seeing. Enjoy.’

 

[lowblow emma]

Guys are so obvious. And Batman is just a guy after all, despite all the mystique that he’s created, he just wants the same as every other guy. Which is why it was no surprise that he wanted me to strip off. Which is why I came prepared in some nice new underwear. Normally I go commando, but this isn’t normal. He’ll get to see me butt naked, but not yet and he may not be in a position to appreciate it when he does. But that’s for later. For now, I’ve been using my striptease to check out his reaction.

No surprise, just as I expected. That stubby little cock was stiffening as soon as he got sight of my tits, even tucked securely into my new bra. And it was growing when I wiggled my ass at him. And by the time I kicked off my leathers, he was rising to the occasion. He’s not very long, but he’s thicker than I expected and that can get a guy a long way, especially as I’m a rather tight fit. Yes, that’ll be a nice stretch. When the time comes. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

First things first and one of the first items on my agenda is to make clear just who is in control here. And there are no prizes for just who that is. That’s right, me.

I fixed my eyes on his cock and said ‘Well, Batman, I can see you like what you’re seeing. Enjoy.’ Then I moved in, real close, so my tits were almost brushing against his chest, before gently nudging his legs aside and sliding my knee up and down his thigh.

I raised my eyes to watch his face, so I could savour his pleasure until his expression suddenly changed as I smashed my knee into his balls. One swift movement, taking him completely unawares. It’s a wonderful feeling when your knee crushes a guy’s balls. Every girl should do it at least once a day.

 

[GenderBender]

Bitch

Fucking bitch

Oh shit, my balls are on fire, but I mustn’t let her see that.

Won’t give her the satisfa-

Ooohhh

satisfaction.

It’s the only way she can get the better of me, the only way any woman can get the better of a real ma-

Arrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh

Every time I try to lift myself off her knee, she just pushes higher and harder.

Bitch – she’s actually licking her lips

Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh

The pain’s starting to ease a-

No. it’s back, like a knife into my belly.

She’s going to pay for this. Fuck she will really pay. That pretty little pussy of hers – let’s see how that takes this sort of treatment.

Argh shit

 

[lowblow emma]

Roll those little balls, roll them along my thigh, squeeze them hard into his bone. Watch this big, proud man pretend he’s not noticing, that this isn’t excruciating pain cutting him in half. Feel his humiliation that someone small like me can cause him this much agony.

He deserves a reward for being so brave. Now what can I give him? What would he enjoy? I know, let him have a good look at my tits. I’m feeling a bit hot in this bra.

So I let me knee drop and watch the relief in his chest as he relaxes. Then I step back, not too far, not so far that he can feel safe. It’s good to see his body tense in preparation for another attack. Turn my back, let him see me release my bra, let him watch as I turn, slowly, the straps falling over my shoulders, my hands holding my cups in place. his eyes are fixed, waiting for me to release those titties. Should I do it slowly, or should I just let the bra fall off and kick it aside, leaving the breasts bouncing?

I hold the suspense, then just take my hands away, shaking a little to set those boobies swaying. His eyes follow them, left and right, up and down. Back and forth, again and again.

And there, just in the bottom of my vision, his cock is rising. Now I am impressed, to recover so quickly, this guy is real tough. Tougher than I expected, but vulnerable if just the sight of my tits is having that effect on him.

‘So, Batman,’ I whisper as I move closer, ‘I see you like what you see. Let’s see how you like what you feel.’

I throw my arms round his neck and pull myself up against his chest, pressing hard into him, pushing those pert red nipples against his hard flesh.