Lost Bet

After what felt like ages, Catwoman finally returned to the table exhausted and set down her tray of empty plates and pints glasses. “There! I’m done!”

“Wow, I can’t believe you’re still going through with these bets? What is this, your fourth? Can’t you just accept that you’re team is losing.”

Hang on, thought Selina, where am I again? She looked around and saw that she was inside some kind of sports bar - with various TVs tuned in to a very intense soccer game - and that she was speaking with a group of women in a corner booth, all of whom were wearing shirts branded with the Metropolis Musclers, the much beloved Soccer team of the titular city.

Wait, this doesn’t seem right, wasn’t I someplace else - “Yeah, I thought her paying for our drinks or stripping off her clothes would’ve been enough for her. Who’d have thought she’d go as far as to act as a naked barmaid?”The comment snapped Selina out of her thoughts and turned her attention to herself. She was startled to find that she was butt naked, and shrieked as she crouched down on the floor.

That was it! The game on the tvs were of the match against the Metropolis Musclers and Gothamite Batwings! She’d stupidly been making increasingly risky bets with these girls over who would win the next goal. “Well, looks as though she’s had her fill.”

“No wait!” Selina started. She couldn’t streak her way back home, and the game was still going. “There’s still time for one last goal! If I win, you give me all my clothes back.” The Metro Muscle fans guffawed. “She’s spirited, I’ll give her that. Alright then, one more bet. But if you lose this one, then you will be paying the ultimate forfeit.”

“Deal,” said Selina reluctantly.

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“This is Lois Lane reporting Sports for the Daily Planet. I’m here outside one of our sports bars, and by the sounds of it, the fans are celebrating the grand slam victory of the Metro Musclers against the Gotham Bats. 5-0, what are the odds? Unfortunately, we cannot interview them as a dispute between them and an unnamed reporter has led us to be barred from the premises.”

Lois silently cursed her luck, not only had she screwed up her investigation into corrupt sports racketeering and become a hated figure in the football community, but Perry had punished her by demoting her to sports news, the exact place she would never get a decent story now. How on Earth was she able to get out of the doghouse with her boss?

But by fortune, the bar doors opened behind her, and her white haired camera man pointed out the emerging figure to Lois.

It was a woman, a completely naked woman. Except, that wasn’t entirely true. Her wrists had been taped firmly to the sides of her hips, and her ankles bound tightly by rope. Her nipples and her sex had been painted bright pink, and messages had been written on breasts and butt cheeks, beckoning people to spank or squeeze them in support of the Metro muscle.

To add to her humiliation, a pair white bunny ears sat atop her head, and a fluffy white tail had been affixed above her buttocks. With her bound feet forcing the woman to move in a slow hop, the bunny accessories added a cruel irony to her predicament. Jackpot, Lois thought to herself, as she approached the unlikely story.

“And it seems we have ourselves a sports fan right now.” Lois shoved her microphone in the woman’s face. “So tell me ma’am, are you a Gotmamite supporter who lost a bet, or a perverted and over eager Metro fan?”

“Mmmphh!” Was all the woman could muster, for she had been gagged with her own bunched up panties, which had been secured with another piece of tape over her mouth.

“Well there you have it folks, an intriguing mystery. Which side of the fandom does she lie upon? What are her intentions? Stay tuned as we follow her on her journey, which will probably be a long one.” Lois finished off with a playful squeeze of the woman’s left boob, prompting a muffled squeal.

That damned reporter’s right, thought Selina, as she began her arduous hop back home, the **** of her jump causing her breasts to bounce in an uncomfortable manner. I’m not even in Gotham City, I’m in freaking metropolis! In Broad daylight!

As Catwoman continued hopping and tried to push past the groping and spankings of passers by (as well as Lois’ humiliating narration), Mr Myx grinned behind the camera, and stayed focus on capturing every inch and angle of her shame, and broadcasting it live to hundreds of viewers. The imp smiled, this was too much fun.