Julia Pennyworth

"Mmmmmph! Mmph! Ctmhphh! Bbhmm!"

Julia Pennyworth, daughter of the late Alfred Pennyworth, and the Nest for We Are Robin. She was a danger to his operations. He couldn't let her connect the dots. So, he had Catwoman kidnap her and bring her to her apartment. A modest and slightly run-down place in the heart of Gotham City. The faded wallpaper peeled in places, and the floorboards creaked underfoot.

Much to his expectations, cats roamed her home everywhere. They rubbed against his legs and some of them jumped onto his shoulder when he kneeled down to pet them. It was fun. Cute.

However, he knew he couldn't dilly-dally for long. He headed to her room where no cats were allowed. Her private place.

Inside was the alluring Catwoman fitted in her classic leather. The emerald in her eyes flickered as she saw him. In her hands was her whip which wrapped around a certain woman like a Christmas present. Short hair, a tan, and completely nude and gagged, Julia Pennyworth could not move an inch. Catwoman pulled on her whip, tightening the restraints.

"Pipe down, little mouse," Catwoman said, smirking. "I already stripped you. Don't tell me you want me to humiliate you even more? Gotta say, girl, I do like being a dom but not like this."

Julia continued to resist. Her teeth pressed down on the whip shoved into her mouth, brown eyes roaring with vengeance. Alas, it did not nothing. The whip was made of a material too hard and stretchy for a human to break.

"Plus…your master is here," she said, taking off her helmet, revealing her attractive, narrow features. She placed the base of her whip to the wall and it clung like a magnet. Selina Kyle approached Aaron with wide arms and enveloped him in a loving hug. She purred and cuddled against his chest. She kissed his chin and looked up at him wantingly. "Did I do good?"

"Yes, you did," Aaron said. He caressed her cheek. The hypnosis seemed to strengthen. She purred into his touch. "You know what to do."

Her clawed hand cupped his crotch. He could feel the razor sharp nails pick through his pants and scratch his balls. He refused to look weak and remained standing without expression as her hand rotated, groped, fondled, and pawed his manhood. Her leg twisted around his leg, she licked his cheek. As always, her tongue was rough and scratchy, like a real cat's.

"Mm. Yes, yes…" Selina sniffed his neck and maintained her clawed grip on him. The prickles to his balls continued for another two seconds until finally she pulled away. "Of course…"

She lowered herself till she was on her knees. Looking back and meeting Julia's gaze, Selina smirked. Her fingers hovered over the waistline of his pants. "Watch, babe. You're about to see something truly spectacular."

Despite Julia's efforts to communicate, the only audible noise that escaped was a soft, indistinct blend of frustration and determination.

Her fingers hooked, she pulled his pants and boxers down in one fell swoop. Julia's eyes were flabbergasted as she heard the great flop. Flaccid, limp, the term didn't matter. He was at his smallest yet–

"Behold. It's the biggest, fattest, greatest cock in Gotham," Selina declared. She rubbed her cheek against the flaccid slab of meat. Julia gulped audibly and her attempts to escape weakened. The hung penis between his legs was like a focal point of impossible attraction. A black hole sucking away her rational side.

"The Nest," Aaron began, ignoring the way Selina's tongue was rolling up his droopy shaft, "Penny-Two, Tuxedo-One. From what I was told by a reliable source, you're an SAS operative. They say women aren't not accepted in the SAS. You must be quite the capable woman if you were granted an exemption."

Catwoman's fabulous back arched, leather-clad booty sticking out. She continued to nuzzle, smell, and taste the side of his cock, and allowed Julia to see just how it compared to her head. It was mind-boggling that a flaccid penis could be so long. Julia was entranced for a brief moment, the sight so agonisingly hot she could feel a wetness between her legs. It must have been eight, no, nine inches…

Then she snapped out of it and her rage resumed. Aaron sighed and stepped out of his pants. Like a cat on four legs, Selina followed. Aaron came close to her, the tip of his dick nearly slapping her cheek, and kneeled down. Seeing the full length of his ballsack dangling behind caused another stir of hesitation in her.

"You're dripping wet," Aaron stated, smiling. Julia sat, her arms strapped to her legs and her mouth blocked by a gag. He leaned close to her ear. "You want to try it, don't you?"

Shivers. Julia's stiffness dissipated.

"You know you want to. I bet you've been feeling very horny cooped up in your little room. Helping Lucius, helping Batman…you've been such a good girl yet all life has thrown at you are curveballs."

Julia's eyes gleamed in agreement, though she would never admit it. Aaron smiled.

"I'm not a bad guy. I haven't done anything to Selina either. As you can see, she's been wronged too. It's not the Bat Family that's the problem, no, they try their best. It's this city. I know it, you know it. Sometimes…" He licked the shell of her earlobe. He could sense zero resistance in her now. "...we Gothamites deserve a break. Don't we?"

Julia stared up at him. Their gazes met, brown and grey. Grimacing, her head nodded up and down.

"I'm going to untie you now. Honestly, I didn't expect Selina to go this far." Catwoman suddenly popped over his shoulder and rubbed her face against his.

"I did it because she wouldn't listen," Selina said, pouting. Her arms draped over his chest, holding onto him tightly, Aaron chuckled.

"Julia, you can either leave and go back to your dull, ordinary life…or stay and get the best night of your life. The night you deserve. It's totally up to you."

"Mhm, mhm," Selina agreed. "I only dragged you here out of love. It's not a villainous thing, promise. Batman told me you were stressing yourself out. From girl to girl, as a Bat Family operative, I know how it feels and trust me: this guy Aaron over here is your best bet. Just one night." Her index finger flicked towards Julia. "Just one night. That's it."

In a swift and careful motion, Aaron's helping hand reached out and removed the gag that had silenced Julia. The feeling of relief washed over them as their voice regained its freedom. "Thank you," Julia muttered.

With gentle expertise, the same hand moved to untie the part of the whip that bound her arms, loosening the constriction and allowing circulation to flow once again. Because it was one long thread of a whip, the knots around her legs immediately followed suit. The whole thing unravelled slowly and Julia regained their freedom of movement.

For a second, she was frozen and naked. On her knees, gasping for air through her mouth, she stared at the floor. Her gaze climbed up and was met with the sight of his penis.

Julia swallowed down the anxiety in her throat. She stood up and licked her lips.

"Fuck Gotham."