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-10% Morality

New Reputation: Supervillain

(Selina's evil actions have made it clear she's a villain on par with any of the city's bosses. Criminals will respect and fear her, provide bigger rewards and even offer to work for her. Cops, civilians and vigilantes/superheroes will be openly hostile.)

Fuck it, Selina thought. I've come this far, might as well...

Extending a single claw, Selina began cutting at Batwoman's collarbone, delicately slicing through the shapely vigilante's suit, all the way to her navel.

Freed from her suit's constriction, covered only by a white tank top, it's clear Batwoman's tits were a touch bigger than was initially apparent.

"Nice!" Frank whistled, lowering his rifle in one hand to give the crimefighter's mammaries a greedy squeeze. "She-Bat was holding out on us."

Having her chest groped seemed to bring Batwoman back to consciousness.

"What- what are you doing? When I get out of these ropes, I'll-"

Selina pressed a single finger to the other woman's ruby red lips.

"Baby, please. I'd be a little less feisty right now, that's if you want out of this with your precious secret identity." Selina said, a tone of mocking sweetness to her words, as she playfully tweaked the ear of Batwoman's cowl.

"Or your life." Frank reminded her, raising his gun ever so slightly, as his other hand slipped under her tank.

"Always wanted to kill me a Bat!" One of Penguin's goons chuckled.

"Or fuck one." The other added, grabbing his already hardening prick through his pants.

Batwoman's eyes were staring at Selina, blazing with fury. She couldn't believe she was taking part in this herself. Still, she thought, she'd come this far...

Claws extended, Selina shredded Batwoman's top, pulling it away from her bound, vulnerable body. She had to admit, the sight of the other woman's toned stomach and pale, almost milky white titflesh intrigued her as much as any diamond. Well, almost as much.

"Goddamn! Wayne pay for those puppies, toots?" Frank asked, giving Batwoman's tits a quick smack.

"You're all dead, you'll rot in Blackgate for the rest-"

Interrupting her again, Selina lowered her head, peppering Batwoman's tits with a few rapid-fire kisses. Her tongue left a minor trail of saliva as she dragged it to Batwoman's left nipple, lapping at it with a skilled and nimble tongue.

Looking up at Batwoman's face, Selina couldn't help but flash her a nefarious grin, as she noticed the masked woman's face betraying the tiniest hint of enjoyment, however coerced.

"Mmm, somebody's having fun! I know how... sensitive these can get, wrapped up in a tight suit all night." Selina said, practically giggling as she palmed Batwoman's tits, kneading them as she spoke.

"You bitch..." Batwoman cursed.

"I've been called a lot worse, honey." Selina said, leaning forward and planting a playful kiss on her captive's lips. "God, where were you when Batman was still around? The fun the three of us could've had..."

For whatever reason, Selina noted that Batwoman seemed even more put off by that remark than she'd expected.

"Mind if I join in?" Frank asked. "Boys, keep your guns on her, make sure she doesn't try anything. You'll get your turn, that's a promise."

The two men nodded, eager to join the action, but respectful of their bosses order.

"Whaddaya say, Bats? Should we make this a threesome?" Selina smirked.

Reaching into the crook's pants, she pulled out his cock. Not exactly surprising her, given his size and confident demeanour, Frank was very well-endowed.

"You ready to have this inside you?" Selina asked, stroking the squad leader's prick until he reached his full, impressive hardness.

If Batwoman's reaction to Selina's assaults had been dejected, the look in her eyes now that Frank's cock was out was positively murderous.

"Oh, are you not a fan?" Selina asked. She'd always had an intuition of sorts for these things.

"Pity she ain't got a choice!" Frank laughed. Selina had to give him that.

Slicing through the bola ropes restraining Batwoman's legs, Selina deftly avoided the kick the vigilante sent her way the second she was free, then got between her legs.

"Little help, Frankie?" Selina asked. Nodding, the gang lieutenant seized one of Batwoman's legs, tweaked it just the right way to tell her that should she resist too much, he'd twist it til it snapped. That made her a little more... containable.

Selina cut through the crotch of Batwoman's outfit, then her panties, like a kid eagerly unwrapping a Christmas present.

"Looks like the carpets do match the drapes." Selina said appreciatively, playfully running a finger across her victim's well-maintained strip of reddish pubic hair.

Selina couldn't resist. Dipping her head between the vigilante's pale legs, she lapped at Batwoman's honeypot. The thief practically purred as she savoured the taste of the crimefighter's pussy. She would thank her later, too. Selina doubted Frank had much in the way of lubricant.

"She's all yours, partner." Selina said, stepping aside to let Frank line himself up with Batwoman's pussy.

Batwoman thrashed, kicked and snarled as the criminal entered her, but to little avail. She was outnumbered, defenceless and still had her arms bound behind her back.

"Madonna, you would not believe how tight this freak is, Cat!" Frank moaned, as he picked up the pace inside of her. Selina wasn't surprised. For all she knew, Frank was taking her cherry when it came to cock.

Selina watched him take Batwoman for a few moments, feeling herself as she watched the hung killer fuck the superhero, watched the Bat's tits bounce with every violent thrust. Eventually, it was too much for her, she had to join in more intimately.

"Any of my stuff goes missing boys, and Penguin'll never see you again." Selina warned the two watchmen, as she slid her zipper down, slow and sensuously.

Leaving her suit on the floor of the devastated bank, Selina's bra came off next. Then, her panties, the front of them had been soaked practically since she'd first touched Batwoman.

Now, wearing only her leather cowl and necklace, Selina descended on Batwoman.

If Frank was enjoying staring into the face of their victim, watching the hate in her eyes as he fucked her, then the sight Catwoman lowering her pussy onto Batwoman's face at least made an adequate replacement.

"Lick me!" Selina ordered, grinding her wet cunt on the vigilante's exposed lower face, one hand winding into her flowing red hair.

Her resolve much weaker than it had been before the thief had started going to town on her, Batwoman obliged, dutifully lapping at Selina as she rode her face.

Whoever Batwoman was under the cowl, she was certainly good with her tongue. In truth, she was right up there, with Bruce's efficient technique, supreme awareness of her body's needs, and boundless stamina, and Ivy's intimate knowledge of a woman's natural instincts. Of course, with Ivy, who knew what kind of chemical advantages she was bestowed with?

Between the sordid, perverted nature of everything she was letting herself do, and Batwoman's slow, steady worshipping of her twat, it was only a manner of minutes before Selina felt herself cumming. She gripped the vigilante's face with her thighs, crying out with a sick delight as she climaxed.

If Batwoman was enjoying none of her assault, she was at least giving plenty of pleasure to Frank as well. An eye cast over her shoulder, Selina sniggered she watched him, hands gripping Batwoman's thighs tightly, caught between conflicting desires, one to make the sensation he was feeling last as long as possible, the other to shoot his cum inside the captured hero as quickly as possible.

In the end, even a man of Frank's stamina couldn't hold out. With a contented groan, the crook shot inside Batwoman, flooding her with her very first creampie. If he had anything to say about it, the first of many.

"You like that, bitch?" Frank roared. "You're Penguin's property now!"

"Well, I guess I did say he could have everything in the bank but the loot I was after." Selina sniggered, dismounting Batwoman's face. "If I knew she'd be dropping in, I might've revised those terms."

"I say we take her back to Club Iceberg. Radio in some other squads to lock this place down. We bring a Bat back to him in chains, Penguin's gonna be grateful. You might not think it, but the boss can be a generous man." Frank said, catching his breath.

Selina mulled it over. She could stand to bask in the adulation of her fellow criminals a little. On the other hand, she had everything she needed, and her employer was waiting.

But then again, Selina really needed another taste of the Bat's tongue...