Bad Cop

-5% Morality

"Oh, I'll make you talk, wiseguy." Selina chuckled.

"Like hell you can. I'm a made man in the Falcone family. You know what I had to do to have that honor bestowed on me? No way am I afraid of a little bitch and her overgrown nails." Mikey spat at her.

"Listen baby, the tough guy act, it's cute and all, but we both know it ain't true." Selina smiled. "There's just so many things I can do to you right now. I could make you a eunuch with one clench of my hand."

"I could split your cock in half like a hotdog." Selina laughed, tracing one claw laboriously from the base of his cock to his foreskin, just hard enough to leave a shallow, bloody trail. To his credit, Mikey kept a straight face, and a clenched jaw.

There was a glint in Catwoman's green eyes now. One the mobster would of found scintillating were he on top of her in his bedroom. As it stood now, however, it only added to his mounting terror.

"Or I could cut the head off. I bet it'd keep you out of trouble." Selina laughed, playfully tracing her claws over the still-engorged head of the mobster's prick. "Even if it might put that gorgeous girl you just had in your office out of a job."

She was getting to Gismondi now, it was self-evident on his face. Like any Gotham crook worth his salt, he'd been brutalised by the Bat once or twice in his career, but Wayne had never done anything like this...

"I've got it!" Selina said, widening her eyes. "Give up the loot, or I'm just gonna squeeze your balls and see what happens."

"Fuck you!" Mikey roared.

"Right, guess you made your choice. Carmine Falcone really is worth losing your manhood, huh?" Selina said, slowly but steadily digging her claws into the mobster's sack. "He'll be touched you were so loyal. Once his capos stop cracking jokes about you, I guess."

"Alright, I give in!" Mikey relented, unable to take the **** anymore. "You're one crazy bitch, you know that?"

"What, the cat ears didn't give it away?" Selina snarked. "Where's the loot?"

"We keep the drives on the south wall. The one with the plans is numbered 32." Mikey said. "Now, are you gonna untie me?"

Selina rose to her feet.

"You know what? I don't think I will." She responded. "You gave me a lot of trouble."

"Heh. You think you got trouble, when the boss' men find me like this, they're gonna know I talked. They'll ice me for sure!" Mikey pleaded.

"I wouldn't be so sure. You've got at least a couple of hours to think of a good reason to be tied up naked, bleeding from your cock. Believe in yourself, Mikey. Have a good New Year!" Selina tittered, leaving the Italian bound and naked as she hustled off to pick up her score.