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Purrfect

By Pigboy

Wonder Woman smiled when she saw her target arrive. She'd learned from a so-so reliable snitch that Catwoman would be at the dockside strip club at midnight. The Amazing Amazon arrived at ten, just to be sure. Catwoman was actually early, it being eleven-forty.

"Gotcha," Wonder Woman said, grinning. Batman, Superman and other MEN had been after her for months. They all caught up to her, but she always slipped through their fingers. "Wonder why?"

As the tall, statuesque beauty sensuously climbed off her racing motorcycle, Wonder Woman's left eyebrow rose up with interest. Talk about moving with "feline grace." She was a spectacular specimen of femininity, her luscious body sheathed sexily in purple body suit and attached cowl, with black thigh boots and matching opera gloves, with cat ears, of course. Her long, silky black hair spilled out an opening at the base of her skull. "I understand NOW."

The Amazon Princess pulled herself to her full high, massive chest thrust out and head held high. She wore golden tiara with a red star, red bustier with golden eagle spread across her bosom, the Girdle of Hippolyte that gave her super strength and endurance, blue, star-spangled thong bottoms and red stiletto boots with a white stripe up the front. On her wrists were Amazonian Bracelets and attached to her girdle was the golden lasso of truth. At five eleven, she was an inch taller and slightly heavier built than Catwoman.

Wonder Woman's baby blues flashed as she watched Catwoman strut into that sleazy dockside strip joint. Her criminal career was all but over. She couldn't wait to see the look on the "Boys'" faces when she brought Catwoman in for justice.

The docks were dark. REALLY dark. Almost no lights shone, except from the dirty yellow panes of the strip club's two upper floors. Wonder Woman didn't even want to think about what kind of "business deals" were going on up there. She shook her head in wonder, trying to figure out why a beautiful woman like Catwoman would take the chance of going to such an obviously dangerous place. There were Harley Davidson motorcycles out front, too. Outlaw bikers hung out there with the dockworkers, foreign sailors, and smugglers.

The music and laughter coming from Girls Galore was loud and raucous. Other than the club, the only sound Wonder Woman heard as she strode towards the backdoor was the clack and crunch of her stilettos on the gravelly concrete. She moved with stealthy speed otherwise.

Going around back, she found the kitchen door wide open. Staff periodically came out to toss trash in the open, reeking dumpster. She could hear the buzz of flies from it, and smell the rancid stench. Holding her breath, she hurried paste the dumpster and into the kitchen door. The kitchen staff was truly jaded, because they barely paused upon her entrance. They glanced up and went right back to their jobs. There was only three of them. How much food did the patrons of titty bars order, after all?

A pretty little redhead in a skimpy waitress outfit strutted in and shouted out an order. She glanced at Wonder Woman, looked her up and down once and turned away without expression. A second later she picked up a plate and went back out the swinging double doors.

Wonder Woman hurried over and looked through the round window in one of the doors. The waitress took the plate of cheese nachos to a table with rough looking outlaw bikers. The Amazing Amazon smiled to see she wasn't telling anyone of her presence in the kitchen. Then she spotted Catwoman, sitting with three men at a table near the main stage.

The other patrons were all watching her. To be honest, she was the most stunning woman in there. Even fully clothed in her catsuit and boots, she was more alluring and sexy than the naked strippers on stage.

"Time to end this game," Wonder Woman said, and rushed through the kitchen doors. Within seconds she was standing next to Catwoman. "Catwoman, you are under arrest. I suggest you surrender peacefully, or suffer the consequences."

Catwoman froze. She slowly closed her eyes, then opened them as she cut a glance up at the statuesque Amazon beauty. A very pleased smile curled her full red lips. Then she turned in the chair to face Wonder Woman, that pleased smile transforming into something more sensuous and mischievous. As emerald green eyes slid up and down Wonder Woman's stunning figure, her glossy lips parted and a wet, pink tongue peeked out to give them an erotic lick.

"Purrfect," Catwoman purred. She bit her lower lips, all sexy like, and batted her big green eyes at her foe. "What took you so long?"

"What? What are you yammering about, woman?"

"I don't yammer," Catwoman said softly, sexily. "I purr like a kitten."

"Yeah, you can stop that. It doesn't work on me. I'm not Batman," Wonder Woman sneered.

"Wonder Woman," she purred. "Pray I never stop purring. When I do, bad things happen."

The man that told her about Catwoman coming there stepped out of the shadows. He smiled at Wonder Woman, and then held out his hand. Catwoman placed a thick wad of bills into his hand. He laughed and left.

"This is a trap!"

Pain erupted at the back of her head. She never saw the blackjack coming. Fortunately, wearing the Girdle of Hippolyte saved her. That golden girdle was the secret of her power, and enabled her to absorb an amazing amount of abuse. Nonetheless, the cowardly blow from behind dazed her and she had to act fast. So Wonder Woman dropped low and kicked out and around. Five big bikers fell as she kicked their legs away. Then rising up, she sent another booted foot straight at Catwoman's face.

"Yeow," Catwoman cried, and ducked away. "You'll have to be faster than that, Wondie, if you want to catch me."

"I'm insulted you'd try something so amateurish with me," Wonder Woman said. "I'm an Amazon Princess, a vastly superior woman. I am not so easily taken down."

"Maybe not," Catwoman said. She smiled wickedly at the angry Amazon across the table as she unwrapped the long, black bull whip from around her tiny waist. "But superior numbers trump super woman every time. Welcome to the gutter, Wonder Woman."

"Catwoman, you will pay dearly for this," Wonder Woman growled.

She was completely surrounded by big, hard men. Their eyes were cold, merciless. Their bodies were large, heavily muscled and heavily scarred. The patrons of that strip club were brutal fighters, and none appeared to be the least bit afraid of her.

"I wonder how long it takes to captured Wonder Tits?" Catwoman purred prettily. "I know, whomever captures her, gets the first lap dance and blowjob from her."

"What?" Wonder Woman cried, her head whipping around to gawk at Catwoman.

"Oopies for you," Catwoman said, and laughed.

A big biker tackled the Amazing Amazon while she was distracted.

"Oofff!" she grunted, slamming chest first into the sawdust covered hardwood floor. Then some big goon stomped down on her head, slamming her face hard into the floor and sending her mind into a spin. Someone grabbed her left ankle and bent her leg back to her thigh, while another and grabbed her right tit. Then a pointy toed, feminine boot or shoe started kicking her over and over in the twat. "Great Hera!"

Four bikers wrestled both of her arms behind her back, then someone wrapped chains around her wrists, binding them tightly. Instantly, Wonder Woman's super strength bled away.

"Hera! My wrists have been bound by a man!" Wonder Woman cried, her greatest curse come true.

"Boys, that is Amazon for 'I've just lost all my super powers!'" Catwoman said, and laughed.

The men all laughed, too. Their laughter was darker and more ominous. But Wonder Woman didn't have long to worry about that. She was lifted to her feet and held tightly as Catwoman sauntered up to look her prize over with lustful green eyes.

Wonder Woman's baby blues blazed with fury as she glared at Catwoman.

"You will not get away with this," she snarled.

"I beg to differ," Catwoman said. She reached out and cupped a titanic tit. "Puurfect, boys. Just purfect."

Catwoman caressed her soft cheeks, and patted her pussy through her satin bottoms. Then she went behind the Amazing Amazon and caressed her silky soft butt cheeks for several long minutes, before playing with Wonder Woman's long, silky black hair. Then she hauled off and whacked her in the back of the head with a blackjack.

"Ugh!" The Amazing Amazon cried, and collapsed.

"Take Wonder Tits up on stage and tie her to the pole," Catwoman purred, and giggled. "Then the show will begin!"

Wonder Woman was lifted off the floor and carried to the main stage just five feet away. Her limp body was pressed back against the polished brass pole. They quickly unbound her wrists, lifted her arms high, and fasted them with chains hanging from the pole. Then her red booted feet were locked into the ends of a spreader bar.

"Puurfect boys," Catwoman said, strutting up on stage to thumping, sexy music. She danced around the hanging, limp body of Wonder Woman, running her black gloved hands all over her shapely body. "Have you seen a more beautiful body, boys?"

"No!" they cried lustfully.

Catwoman lifted her head by Wonder Woman's hair, revealing her face. "Have you seen a more beautiful face, boys?"

"No!" they cried lustfully.

"Can you think of a way to make her MORE beautiful, boys?"

"NAKED!" they howled with evil glee.

"Really? Naked?" she asked with her best little girl sexy voice. "But she's a bastion of Truth and Justice, and a superior woman renown for her virtue."

"NAKED!"

"Oh…okay," she said, giggled and shrugged. "If my big strong men want a naked Wonder Woman, then a naked Wonder Woman they will get!"

"WHAHOO!" they cried. "NAKED!"

"Let's check out some WONDER TITS!" Catwoman cried, starting to strut and dance for the men. She worked her way around Wonder Woman, noticing the gorgeous Amazon was just starting to wake up. "Wake up, Wondie, Kitty wants to play."

"What's happening? Where am…Hey!" Wonder Woman groaned, starting to tug at her wrists. Then she noticed her feet were confined. "A spreader bar? Why do that?"

"Why not?" Catwoman whispered in her ear from behind. "Keeps you from blocking things like…" she reached down between Wonder Woman's legs and caressed her pussy through the thin satin. Wonder Woman's baby blues grew wide and her back arched. "…this. Nice, huh?"

"You sick, sick woman! How could you do this to another woman?"

"Um, like this," Catwoman said, and reached up and cupped her tits through the bustier. "Can you feel that? Does it feel good?"

"No!" she cried.

"Oh, then let me help," Catwoman said, and reached to the small of Wonder Woman's back. She found the zipper, and…ZIIIPPPPPP! Then she ripped it off the Amazing Amazon Princesse's amazing body. "VIOLA!"

"NAKED!" the men howled with glee. "NAKED TITTIES!"

"Hera!" Wonder Woman cried, feeling her naked boobs bouncing and jostle as she struggled to break free. She couldn't help herself, she understood that by struggling she gave the men the nasty sex show they wanted, that her body jiggled and jounced all around to their wicked delight, but she just had to escape Catwoman's evil plans for her. "Catwoman, you will NOT get away with this! If you do this, I will HUNT you down to the ends of the Earth!"

"Oooh, it's a date, Kitten!" Catwoman purred, reaching around to tweak her nipples, then enthusiastically fondle her titanic tits to the hoots of glee from the men. "Umm, big, firm and fat titty meat. Momma like. You're puurfect, lover."

Catwoman jerked Wonder Woman's head back by her silky black hair, then pressed her full red lips to the Amazon's lips. Their kiss was deep, passionate and lingering. Wonder Woman's eyes grew wide, then slowly closed as Catwoman's firm, warm lips slipped and slid all over hers, their lipstick greasy kiss demanding and sensuous at the same time.

"Mmmmmm," they groaned together.

Wonder Woman felt something change, deep within. It frightened her, even before she realized what it was. Quickly the butterflies started in her lower belly, slowly rising and intensifying. Her pussy started tingling, and she felt her nether lips start to moisten and burn with need. Nipples started to tingle, too, and she realized they were rising, hardening.

"You're not the first super heroine I broke and tamed on this stage," Catwoman purred. "Batgirl, or Barbara Gordon if you prefer, was broken on this very pole three weeks ago. She has been obediently working at a brothel three blocks away from here ever since, with no thought of escape ever." She kissed Wonder Woman again. "I’m that good." She reached down to the Girdle of Hippolyte and gave the golden lasso of truth a little tug. Wonder Woman's eyes grew wide and she swallowed hard. "But we have a much easier way, and a much more permanent way, to ensure your utter and complete obedience. Don't we?"

Wonder Woman's mind went completely blank for several seconds. That threat was too real, too powerful. To use her very own magic lasso against her was too frightening to consider. Considering Catwoman's warped, sex-obsessed mind and sexual bent, it was too frightening to think about. Using the lasso's power, Catwoman could make her do ANYTHING.

"Please, I'm an Amazon Princess, not born to serve men on by back, legs spread. My lot in life it loftier than that, more noble and respectable," Wonder Woman said. "Don't do this to me."

"No, but thanks for begging. That really rocked my world, Kitten," she purred, and kissed the helpless heroine passionately.

As Catwoman pushed her tongue past her lips, Wonder Woman felt her body transforming even more, readying itself for sexual use and abuse. Her pussy was burning, her ass hole twitching. Her breasts had swollen a bit, and firmed up with an increase in blood. She was panting through her nose, heart thundering in her ears.

HERA! I HAVE FAILED YOU! She thought.

With failure comes punishment. She knew it could happen. Of course, she never believed that SHE would succumb, that SHE would be captured, raped and forced into sexual servitude.

"MMmmmmmmggghhhh," Wonder Woman groaned as her legendary will power weakened, and she started sucking on Catwoman's tongue.

Catwoman rejoiced. Wonder Woman was slowly falling under her spell. She was starting down the irreversible path of ultimate surrender. With the right encouragement and stimulation, it would be over quickly, and then the real fun could begin.

So Catwoman's right hand slipped off Wonder Woman's firm tit, and slowly slid down her hard, flat belly (still sheathed in the golden Girdle of Hippolyte) and plunged into the Amazon's star-spangled blue bottoms. She found Wonder Woman's pubic patch neatly trimmed, bikini waxed to a tiny triangle. Her nether lips were slippery wet with her need and coming submission.

They started playing the old 70s song, Love me, love me, baby. Love, love me, baby. Wonder Woman heard it, felt it sinking into her soul. Was she being brainwashed? Did it matter? The lasso would ensure they got whatever then wanted from her.

I am doomed, she thought as Catwoman started massaging her super sensitive clit.

It took less than a minute to push the once proud princess over the top.

"Uuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaawww!" Wonder Woman screamed. "Oh Hera, I've been shamed and disgraced! I fear I am too weak, and Catwoman will have everything she wants from me. Please, forgive me." Catwoman intensified her clit rubbing, and, 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhh!"

"So far so good, boys?"

"YES!" they cried. "PUSSY!"

"Oh, my, what an oversight," Catwoman said. "I forgot to take off her pretty panties. Oopsies. I'll fix that."

Catwoman reached down and RIPPED off Wonder Woman's bottoms.

"YES!" they cried. "NAKED!"

Catwoman stepped in front of Wonder Woman, and started slowly kissing her way down the statuesque Amazon's luscious body, pausing at tits and pussy for more intensive explorations. It too thirty minutes, and produced four more orgasms within the bound beauty.

"I'm needing for my little friend," Catwoman purred and strutted to the edge of the stage. A pretty little redhead in a black latex catsuit and stilettos fastened a black leather harness around Catwoman's hips, and down between her legs. It looked like a thick, leather thong, except they then attached a ten inch purple dildo to it. Then she started strutting around the stage. "Everybody say hello to TOM CAT."

"Oh Hera," Wonder Woman groaned as Catwoman stepped up behind her.

The ultra fine feline reached down, spread Wonder Woman's soft, warm butt cheeks, pressed her strap-on up to the horrified heroine's butt hole, and PUSHED.

"Uuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Wonder Woman groaned.

"We have PENETRATION, boys!"

Catwoman went crazy on Wonder Woman's ass. No soft and sweet. She hammered that ass long and hard, pawing at the hapless heroines bouncing tits with one hand, and rubbed the hell out of her clit with the other. Wonder Woman started climaxing in less than thirty seconds, and was in full machine gun climax mode after just five minutes. Catwoman fucked her like that for fifty minutes.

"The Amazing Amazon Princess has amazed me, boys. She PASSED OUT cold," Catwoman laughed. "Poor baby. Let's wake her back up for some more wicked sex antics."

The purple and black clad criminal strutted around Wonder Woman's sweat slickened, glistening body three times, then moved up in front of her. She reached out and gave her quivering tits two quick squeezes. "Honk! Honk!"

The men laughed.

The sultry, green eyed beauty then guided the purple dildo up to Wonder Woman's dripping nether lips, and pushed up and inside. Then with a big grin, she rammed it home.

"Uggh! Oh!" Wonder Woman cried, back arched and head thrown back. With wild baby blues, she bucked and writhed sensuously as Catwoman strap-on fucked her pussy for the next forty-five minutes. "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggggggghhhhhh!"

It took all of thirty seconds to get her back into machine gun orgasms.

When she finished, Catwoman reached around and unfastened the golden Girdle of Hippolyte. "I'll keep this as a souvenir." Catwoman threw the girdle over her shoulder and strutted off stage. "She's all yours, boys."

Catwoman joined the rest of her little kitty pride at a table in back. The bar's owner and the man that hired her sat there, too. They watched as the bikers pulled Wonder Woman's glistening, limp body down and laid her on the stage, then starting a long train on that hot twat. They watched for hours as Wonder Woman took it from one brutal man after another, first up the twat, then up the butt, and finally she ended the night sucking off all comers. They all came.

As the sun was coming up in the east, Catwoman's stilettos echoed in the empty strip joint. Wonder Woman lay in a heap in the center of the stage. Her sweat shiny body panting after countless hours of sexual use and abuse. Her baby blues were open, but nobody was home.

"She's broken," the owner said.

"She's beyond broken," Catwoman said, slowly circling the sexy super heroine. "She's puurfect." Catwoman removed the golden Lasso of Truth from her souvenir girdle, and looped it around the Amazing Amazon Princess.

"Diana," Catwoman purred. "Hear me."

"I hear you," she said hoarsely, her voice ravaged beyond repair. Like Batgirl before her, and Storm before her, Wonder Woman would forever speak with a deep, rasping voice. Very sexy, actually. "You are defeated."

"I am defeated."

"You are vanquished."

"I am vanquished."

"You are….a slave."

"I am a slave."

Catwoman smiled.

"Push aside what has happened tonight. Do not forget a single moment of it, but do not allow it to destroy your soul or your spirit," Catwoman commanded. "I order you to forever obey without complaint or hesitation all of the orders and commands of the bar owners and brothel owners who will possess you now and in the future. You are my little forever slave. You live only to please in the most intimate ways imaginable."

"Yes, I live to please my masters."

"You will be a stripper and a whore, and you will hate it and the men who patronize you," Catwoman purred prettily. "But you will always have a big smile, sincere, or sultry, or just plain wicked, whatever the occasion, but you will never show anyone displeasure."

"Yes."

"Now, get up and go submit to your new master."

Wonder Woman groaned miserably, as she rolled to her feet. But she plastered on a sweet smile, bright as a summer day, and staggered over to her new master. The bar owner smiled down at her as she knelt before him. Wonder Woman crossed her wrists, lifted them up towards him and dropped her eyes.

"Master, I am yours."

"Yes you are, Wonder Woman," he said. Then he handed Catwoman a leash. "And here's Black Cat."

Catwoman took the least and looked the beautiful blonde over with a big smile.

"Hello, Black Cat," Catwoman said. "Shall we go?"

"I am yours to command, Catwoman," Black Cat said.

"I know. Sweet," Catwoman said, and turned on a stiletto heel. "Come, my kitty."

The bar owner and Wonder Woman watched them depart.

"Am I replacing Black Cat, master?" Wonder Woman asked.

"Yes. When another super heroine is broken and tamed, then Catwoman will take you away to some brothel that will be your home until you fuck away all of your youth and beauty."

THE END