Predators Battle Club:

Batgirl vs Croc

Strat0071964

Davepyl01@gmail.com

Her curves swung as the domoied damsel, Batgirl, swung to the rooftop. It was a high rise in Gotham’s Central district.

   “Batgirl!” It was the Man-Bat, or Kirk Langstrom, netted and being drawn into some flying ship. What om earth? She shot a bat-rang with cord at the creature. Maybe she could free poor Kirk.

   “They’ve also got Croc!” Kirk shouted.

   Then, from behind, Batgirl felt a powerful shock. A scream wretched from her mouth. Sinking to her knees Barbara fell into darkness.

   Where the Hades was, she? Wearing her outfit as the dominoed dare-doll Batgirl, Barbara Gordon descended cemented steps. It looked like she was in an ancient Roman coliseum. It was equipped with video cameras and screens.

   Her heart raced as Batgirl looked around. Different things were in the audience, humans, humanoid beasts, bugs and reptiles.

    In the pit, Batgirl and the reptile Killer Croc faced each other. His tongue slid across his lips. Barbara clenched her fists.

   “You look good enough to eat.” His voice was low, grim.

   “My father and I used to watch you when you were a wrestler.” Barbara told him. “You were much better then. As a criminal, not so hot.”

   Croc growled. Then whispered, “Thank you.”

    Howls and cheers blasted from the audience.

    The combatants arrived at the same time. Croc raised his fists into the air and roared, the crowd cheered.

    Batgirl steadied herself. She was a fighter, maybe not among the very best, but she was good. Croc was a former wrestler, thief crime boss wannabe. Now, a crazed killer, eating whatever flesh fresh he killed.

    Croc licked his lips. “Ready bat bitch?” He prepped himself.

    “Go for it loser,” Batgirl snapped. Fists balled; she assumed a horse stance. Ready to fight.

    Croc lunged; Batgirl darted away. He threw a kick; she caught with her hands and spun him around. He landed on the arena floor as the crowd roared The Bat smacked Croc with a karate chop. He growls and hit at her. Barbara evaded his blows.

    The battle continued awhile, as the two struggled for dominance. The crowd cheered both. Barbara felt a little thrilled some cheered for her

    As Batgirl dodged yet another of his blows, Croc made sudden spinning move and caught Batgirl in the stomach with his leg. She staggered back; his hands rushed towards her. Batgirl struggled against her adversary’s grasp.

    The uniform Batgirl wore started to ripe under in Croc’s grasp. He laughed and got an idea, he began tearing off her uniform, till she was wearing nothing but cape and cowl. Cheers sounded as her breasts were exposed when her front was torn away.

   Even Croc’s eyes widened. “Wow. You been hiding a lot.” He licked his lips. “I do love beast meat.”

    Swiftly, Croc smacked Batgirl across the face.  She fell, tired, she panted on the ground, tried to avoid him, but the lizard caught her.

   Everything spun before her eyes as Croc spread her out on the floor. Grunting, she struggled against him. “Dominate her!” cries came from the audience.

   Were they wanting him to – use her body? The idea made her blood freeze like ice. His tongue slurped at her nipples.

   His powerful reptilian organ slid from his shorts. “No! She shrieked, as it entered. “No! Get off me!” She sobbed as he grunted on entry. Her body quivered.

    Screaming, Barbara’s breasts wriggled against Croc’s scaly chest. He growled in mindless exhilaration. “Ung. No.”

   He was far to lost in his pleasure to pay attention to her maneuvers. Barbara wriggled under him, despite the thrill and excitation he got from her moves, she had other ideas in mind.

   Then, as his attention faltered with bliss, Barbara spun Croc around. Now, she was on top. Now, he was reeling in stunned shock.

    He made two more actions into her. Barbara grunted at the plunges. Finally, she pressed a kiss onto his lips. Then spun off the creature. Panting, she rested on her elbows. The crowd seemed to enjoy the show.

   Croc, though, recovered quicker, as he rose and grabbed before her. His hands got her before she could wriggle away. Croc lifted Batgirl up and through her back down on the ground, hard. She gasped, kicked him in the groin and crawled off. She rose to her feet slowly.

    Croc growled and head towards Batgirl. The crowd shouted in excitement as they watched the battle.

    In martial arts fight stance. Batgirl readied herself, Croc snarled, his right hand slashed towards her, she deflected the blow, but his left was also barreling towards her and slipped through her defenses to smack her in the face.

    Stunned, Batgirl staggered backwards. Croc looked at her and licked his lips, “I wonder what bats taste like.”

    “Better than lizards I’m sure,” Batgirl snapped. She through a kick into his face. Croc staggered back.

    Croc spun around, like he was going to return a kick, Batgirl moved to deflect, then he smacked her with his fists. Batgirl fell, croc circled his arms around her, she gasped as he squeezed.

    As the villain grasped his opponent, he did take a few moments to squeeze her breasts, and sigh, “I’m thinking of having you for dinner.” Grinning he licked his lips. “You are delicious!”

    He released Batgirl, she fell to the ground, gasping. Then Croc reached down, grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her into the air, “I proclaim her my slave.”

    The crowd cheered.

   “Damn you!” She yelled. As his hands grasped her breasts, Batgirl crashed her leg calf into his groin. The reptile sounded a loud roar. Next, as his grip loosened, her elbow hit his face.

   Spinning, her foot smashed into Croc’s mouth. “Your victory announcement was premature.”

   The crowd howled as Croc went backwards and hit the ground. Batgirl watched him go limp, just lying there.

   “The winner is the dominoed warrior – Batgirl!” A voice called over the speakers.

   Batgirl through her fists into the air.

   “I proclaimed her as my slave!” Croc protested as hands of lion-men grabbed him.

   The ape creature was part cyborg. “The battle wasn’t over.” He growled. “Just because you screwed her, does not make you the champion. She managed to overpower you, and win.”

   “So, what of your conquest, Bat-girl?” The gorilla asked. His eyes on the Croc.

    “Do whatever you want with him.” Barbara told him.

   “Very well.” The gorilla said.

   “At least I got some pleasure out of it,” Croc roared, then laughed.

   Croc was drug away.

    “I challenge the bat!” screamed a voice. A young tiger strode forward. “I will make her mine!” He slammed his paws together.

   “You know the rules.” The cyborg-ape said. “Register. She needs some rest now.”

   A cheetah female led Barbara to her cell.

   “Are you our villain?” Barbara asked. “Wonder woman’s foe, Cheetah?”

   “Yes, my dear.” She purred. “I am looking forward to my own match against the Princess.”

   Dashing around, she shoved Barbara into a cell. Before the disrobed heroine could react, the animal had her on the cot – pinned. Softly, the feline purred as her captives’ breasts heaved under her. “So pretty.” She kissed Barbara.

   Next, Cheetah was on her feet.

   “Who else is your prisoner?” Barbara asked.

   Cheetah removed her cape and cowl, totally exposing the uneasy Barbara. Then, settled next to her and stroked her hair, then breasts. “No questions dearie. No questions.”

   Oh, no, was this feline femme fatale going to rape her? Barbara was in no shape for further battle. Especially not against the Cheetah.

   But Cheetah soon rose and exited the cell. “Get some rest sweetheart. You’ll need it.” She shot a wink and walked away.

   Weary and frightened, Barbara rested in her bunk. Where was she? Who were these predators? Who else was captured?

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