First CatWoman . . . by Miranda My turn to punch, kick and play It had been several weeks since I had arranged the Catwoman-Batgirl confrontation. While Catwoman was recovering, she had sent out her Feline Fatales to see if they could find out anything about the redheaded siren who had bested her so easily. She made sure that word got out on the street that this 'pretty girl' had a lot of nerve interrupting her fun. She also made sure it was known that any time, any place, she would make sure this stranger would learn the true meaning of 'pussy power'. Delighted that I had made an impression, I was able to get word out on the street, that her mystery conqueror willing accepted her challenge. The word of when and where soon drifted back. The place she's chosen is appropriately dark and seedy. I decide to arrive early and look for surprises. As I enter I look for good hiding places. Sure enough, in three of the best ones I find a Feline Fatale. A couple of quick stomach punches to put them off balance allows me to use a special ring I had made. I grab a breast, give a firm but gentle squeeze, and a knockout solution is released into the blood stream. In moments, each supposed ambusher is out cold in my arms. As further preparation, I had also brought along some handcuffs, and pieces of cloth to use as gags. Once each is secured, I take a souvenir. After I finish with the last one, I make my way to where Catwoman is waiting. I smile inwardly when I see her suddenly stand up straight to her full height as she sees me approach. She is obviously not expecting to see me arrive alone and unhurt, let alone standing. When I get to within about ten feet of her, I swing the bag that had held the 'party favours' off my shoulder and let it drop with a thud on the floor in front of my feet. "Glad to see you aren't a frrraidy cat," she purrs, her green eyes blazing. "But, you needed to bring weapons to help you?" "No, not weapons," I reply evenly. "Just something for you to think about." I kick the bag and it slides toward her where she stops it with one foot. She bends down and picks it up. As she does, one of the boots fall out of it to the floor. Her expression quickly changes from puzzlement, to recognition of the object and finally anger. "Yes, I found your three friends," I continue. They're currently cuffed and gagged in their hiding places, which is why you were so surprised when I strolled in here unmarked. They didn't do their jobs and they couldn't warn you. When you regain consciousness after I've finished with you, you can go find them." With a loud hiss she springs at me. I easily dodge the clawing right hand aimed at my face causing Catwoman to stagger past. Realizing she has missed, she immediately tries to make up for it by swinging her left hand in a backwards arc at my head. I simultaneously duck and do a leg sweep knocking Selina off her paws and onto her pretty ass. I quickly regain my feet and wait for her to do the same. Our green eyes intently lock together. I read the disbelief that has led to anger over her failed initial attack. Catwoman approaches cautiously, feinting several punches and kicks, and showing growing frustration that she is getting no reaction from me. A right cross, a back-spinning left leg kick and a right front snap kick to my head all miss due to my enhanced reflexes. Her anger turns to confusion as she tries to come to grips with the fact her usual speed and agility advantage now appears to be nullified. Becoming desparate, Catwoman continues to throw punches and kicks, athough none of them land. Deciding it's time to show her what she's up against, I block another right aimed at my head, but do it in a way that leaves my midsection open. Selina takes advantage and drills a left into my abs. The fist meets the resistance of my abdominal wall and bounces away. Catwoman looks up at me in disbelief. As if to try and prove that what just happened was an illusion, she immediately kicks up her right leg to my left side. It never lands as I grab the leg with my left, then pull her towards me while I drive my own right fist into her abs. Air is forced out of Catwoman's lungs with an explosive grunt. I follow up with 3-finger spear up to the inside of her right breast. A loud 'me-ooowww' of pain escapes her lips as I release her right leg and let her fall to the floor. On her knees with her right hand over she aching orb, she scrambles away to regroup. I calmly follow and wait for her to get to her feet. Out of the corner of my eye I see that she has picked up an object. On one knee, Catwoman quickly swings it at my legs. When I jump back to avoid my head momentarily goes down and I lose sight of her. I quickly get my balance and straighten up to see that Selina has already sprung in the air and is flying at me. Before I can react, she grabs my crimson locks, twists me around and pulls my face down hard. I just manage to get my hands out in front of me to the floor to prevent myself from being 'bulldogged'. Even though I have saved my bell from being rung, Catwoman has used her quickness to make sure she is on my top of me when I hit the floor. In the second or two it takes me to get my bearings, Selina is already on her feet. She quickly takes advantage by kicking me in the ribs. The strength of her dancer's leg sends a jolt of pain through my chest as I roll onto my back. She immediately follows up by stomping on my unprotected midsection. Despite the enhancements from the parathemys, I still feel the air driven from my lungs and a mild ache spreading through my ab muscles. As I see Catwoman raise her right foot to repeat the blow, I quickly roll back into her, striking the inside of her left thigh with my hands and knocking her off balance. I am then able to roll away out of range. I quickly get up reminding myself that this is a dangerous femme fatale, and enhancements or not, I can't take her for granted. When we both get back to a fighter's stance, I see some of the earlier criminal superiority and confidence has crept back into her face. "Sssso, you don't like being hit," Catwoman hisses at me. "You'll never be able to do it front back there," I respond trying to draw her in again. Although more cautious this time, Selina moves closer. Taking the initiative this time, I step forward and snap my left foot up into her abs. Caught off guard by my speed, Catwoman is unprepared as the air is forced noisely from her lungs, doubling her over. Uppercuts with both hands to both breasts straighten her up. I follow up with a left- right combination to the belly button, a left kick to her right ribs and then a right uppercut to the solar plexus that leaves her doubled over again and gasping for air. I come up on her right side, clench both my fists together and hammer down into her right kidney. With a loud cry of pain she crumbles to the floor. I take a quick deep breath while backing away, running my hands back through my strawberry blond locks. Moaning, Catwoman crawls away to regroup. Too late, I realize the crafty feline is making her way toward the boot that had fallen out of the bag. Once again, she uses her quickness to advantage. She grabs the boot, twists around and in the same motion throws it at my head. Instinctively, I bring my hands up to ward it off. Again, Selina takes advantage of the brief loss of sight. I double over as her booted foot flies up and connects with abs. A left hook brings a sharp sting to my right breast. Through the pain, I hear a click. I just have enough awareness to focus my eyes on the origin of the sound, then bring my left arm up to ward off a blow from her right hand. I bring my own right hand up to shove her in the chest to back her away to get a moment to try and regroup. When I focus on her, I see Catwoman is already moving to strike again. Several thoughts quickly flash through my mind. First, I realize that the click was from short, very sharp-looking claws now visible at the ends of her fingers. Then, it dawns on me that Selina's last blow had meant to use those claws to scratch my face. SCRATCH MY FACE! Anger instantly boils up inside. Catwoman, seeing my slight hesitation, believes she still has the advantage. She is starting to repeat the attempt when my anger reaches the surface. Fuelling me to move faster than I ever would have thought possible, I grab her right arm with my left hand just before it reaches its target, and I hold it up while I use my right to drill home two quick punches, first to her right oblique, then an uppercut to her right breast. My right hand continues up to her right elbow, still up in the air. Once I grasp it, I release my left hand and do a low 180 degree spin and drive my left elbow up and back into her ribcage. When my followthrough brings me clear of her right arm, I release it and watch it drop down to her pain- wracked side. Now, standing slightly behind her, I take a step back with my right to give me leverage and kick up my left leg and snap it up into her left kidney. Like a collapsed balloon, Selina sags to the floor on her hands and knees. Still seething, I take a quick step to the right and kick up burying the point of my boot her right in the gut. With a loud cry of pain, Catwoman flips through the air, somehow managing to land on her hands and knees. I bound over and grab her right after as she lands. I pull her up by the arms and drag her so I can stand her up against the nearest wall. Once her back is against it, she once more tries to send a right to my face. I block it with my left and drive a straight right into her left breast. I then use both hands to slash punches across her abs until her knees begin to sag. I then grab her wrists and lift them up over her head. With my left hand, I pin them against the wall. When I look at her face, I see through the pain in her eyes that she is wondering what she has gotten herself into. "You wear a mask and you have the gall to try and scratch my face," I bark at her. Catwoman hisses at me in reply, as if my anger needed to be turned up another notch. I repond by drilling nine thundering punches into her bellybutton, one for each of her 'lives'. Next, I pound half a dozen punches into each breast, going back and forth from one to the other. Eight more blows back down into the breadbasket and then the exclamation mark of my right knee driving up into her solar plexus. I release her wrists and watch Selina fold gasping to the floor, helpless, her eyes operating on separate circuits. At last, my anger relents. In its place, my lust starts to rise as I realize I've not only defeated, but have thoroughtly whipped this sexy super villain. I squat down over Catwoman and unzip the back of her outfit. I pull it down off her shoulders so that her breasts are exposed, but her hands are trapped. I then roll Selina onto her back, remove my bustier, and lie down on top of her. I am delighted as I feel my breasts overwhelm and dominate hers. My nipples dig into her skin as my mounds rub and press her smaller orbs. After enjoying this superiortiy, I slide down her body till my face is over her chest. I then kiss, lick and suck on her right breast while my right hand massages, strokes and teases the left one. After several minutes, I move my mouth to the left one and use my right hand on the left one. Enjoying these rewards of victory soon have my body burning with passion. Despite the pounding Catwoman's body has taken, I am delighted when it responds to my caresses. I am getting more and more excited playing with and pleasuring those swollen orbs and rock hard nipples. I slide my thigh between hers and press it against her pubic mound. Within minutes Selina shudders underneath me as an orgasm ripples through her body. Knowing I have brought this delicious superfemme villain's body to climax pushes my body to the edge. To complete my domination, I slide forward up her body. I sit on her face and rub and grind on it with my pussy. My excitement quickly escalates as I feel her nose and lips pressing against my clit and pussy lips. In no time, my own orgasm shakes my body as I celebrate being the top cat, the cream of the kitties so to speak. I stay in that position for several minutes, revelling in my accomplishment. When I dismount Catwoman, I see that I have smothered her into unconsciousness. I smile in satisfaction as I look down at the fallen feline. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch sight of one of the boots. My smile grows wider when I think about how it came to be there and how much sweeter it makes my victory. I turn and leave the sleeping Selina, heading back to the hiding places. Taking the key from my boot, I unlock the handcuffs and remove the gags from all three. They will awake shortly. It certainly will be interesting when they try and explain to their humiliated boss how they failed her so badly.