Gotham Knights

Author: Russel Vandermeir

She floated to consciousness,
and gradually took in her surroundings.
It was dim, yet had the feeling of a large space.
From a distance, she thought she heard the flutter of wings.
She remembered falling.

And then, nothing.
Nothing before, nothing after.
Until now. In this place.

The thought filled her head. ‘ Where am I ? ‘.
She tried to remember.
She was…she was..unable to recall anything.

” Who am I ?” she said aloud.
A soft, yet powerful voice spoke “Selina”
She tried to look in the direction of the voice.
She couldn’t move her head.

A figure emerged from the shadows.
Her jade green eyes took him in as he approached.
He was tall, well over 6 feet.
He was wearing a strange outfit, a costume.
It was black and midnight blue, with a cape.
A cowl covered most of his face.
She could smell leather.

Across his broad chest was the emblem of a bat.
She tried to recoil, but found she couldn’t.
It was then she realized that she was on a large hospital bed.

He spoke again. “You had a fall.
After you were released from intensive care,
I asked to have you brought here, where you’d be safe.
They weren’t sure if you would ever wake up again.
You’ve been in a coma for almost 6 weeks.”

Questions flooded her mind, and tried to come out all at once.
“Who are you? Where is here?
What happened to me? Why do I need to be safe?”
And finally, “Who am I?”

He answered, “Your name is Selina Kyle.
I am Batman. This is the Batcave.”
Batman continued,
“When you fell, you broke both legs, both arms,
several ribs, and there is bruising in the soft tissue
of your neck & spine, as well as a concussion.”

He paused,and then told her the rest.
“Both your arms & legs are in casts.
Your ribs are taped,and you’re in traction
to relieve pressure on your neck & spine.
For now, you’re completely immobilized
until the casts come off.”

He let her absorb this, and finished.
“We have a nurse on hand to assist you,
and monitor your condition.
She will handle any therapy as well.”

A single tear escaped Selina’s eye,
and trickled down the side of her face.
He reached with a gloved hand and tenderly wiped it away.
His touch told her they had been lovers.
She looked into his eyes, and noticed they were sad,
a sorrow that comes from the soul.

He spoke again “Now that you’re awake,
I’ll have the nurse come in and see to your needs.”
He turned, she heard his steps fade.

She tried to look around, but could not turn her head.
She began to take inventory of her situation.
She looked left, right, up & down,
as far as her field of vision would allow.

There was a pool of light around her, but beyond that, darkness.
A few lights from the machines monitoring her blinked.
She looked down.

Over the top of the blanket, she could see her feet
sticking out from the plaster encasing her calves.
Her legs were suspended, and about 2 & 1/2 feet apart.
‘Hello toes’ she thought, and tried to wiggle them.
They didn’t move.
She tried again.
She tried her hands & fingers.

With a sigh of relief, she saw they were working fine.

—– the Nurse —–

Soft footsteps approached, she heard a female voice.
“Hello Miss Kyle, I’m Nurse Brandt”.
Selina took her in. Young, about 19, she guessed.
Very petite, about 5 ‘2, maybe 105 lbs., tops.
Strawberry blonde hair, pulled back.
She had a unique face, not pretty, in the usual sense, but sexy.
Dark blue eyes.Gorgeous bee-stung lips.
Under her uniform, was a curvy little body, built for sin.

She spoke again. “I’ll be getting you cleaned up.
First, we’ll get those bandages off, and then,
you’ll be getting a sponge bath.
After that, we’ll get the bedclothes changed.
You’ll feel much differently when I’m done with you.”
An off-kilter smile crossed her face as she said this.
Selina suddenly felt uneasy.

The nurse pulled the blanket from her.
For the first time, she was able to see herself.
I.V. tubes ran here & there.
She was nude, except for her casts,
and the bandages around her ribs.

Nurse Brandt told her
“I’ll get the I.V.’s out first, and then the old bandages.”
She began removing the needles.
Selina winced in pain as they withdrew from her skin.
“Can you feel that?” the nurse asked.
“Yes” she replied.
“Good, that means you can feel tactile sensation.”
Selina looked confused.
The nurse explained “Your skin, you can feel your skin.
That will be useful”

Something in the nurse’s comments added fuel to her concern.

She finished removing the I.V.’s.
She spoke again “I have to remove some tubes from inside you.
The ones that carry -uh- waste.
It may be a bit uncomfortable, try to relax”

She reached between Selina’s outstretched legs,
and pulled on the tubes running into her anus and urinary tract.
There was a tug, and then a gooey sliding sensation as each was removed.
Selina thought’ Not so bad, but gross’.

The nurse picked up a pair of scissors
and cut through the tape and gauze surrounding her ribs.
She heard tiny snicks of the scissors as they worked.
Most of it fell away, but there were some spots
where the tape had stuck to her skin.
The nurse jerked her free hand,
the tape pulled sharply on her skin as it ripped free.
She gave a yelp of pain.

As the bandages fell away, she felt exposed and vulnerable.
Nurse Brandt spoke
“I’m going to have to lift you to remove the rest.
Then I’ll wash you up”
Selina noted an odd glint in the dark blue eyes.

The nurse moved out of Selina’s vision.
There were the sounds of metal,
water running and then stopping.
A drawer being opened, closed.
Something cloth, and metal on metal.

She returned.
In her hand was a harness, or sling of sorts.
It was made of a network of straps,
with sturdy metal clasps on the ends.
She told Selina
“I have to get this under you,
so you’re not jarred when you get lifted”

She began working the straps under Selina’s back, shoulders and hips.
Selina grunted occasionally, her body moving for the first time in weeks.

The straps attached to a network of small steel cables,
that ran up to some small winches.
The winches were mounted on the trusswork over the bed,
part of the device keeping her in traction.
There was a small hum,
the winches drew tight on the cables and began to lift.

As Selina rose, the remaining bandages fell free.
She felt cool air on her flesh.
She was about 18 inches off the bed, the winches stopped.
She felt like she was floating.

The nurse moved away again.
There was a rustle of paper, and then a tear.
She moved back. She was holding a large natural sponge.
She dipped it into a metal bowl of water.
It smelled slightly of soap.

The nurse looked her in the eyes.
She said “We’ll start from the top”
She began dabbing the sponge along Selina’s forehead.
Some droplets ran off and trickled toward her ears.
The nurse asked “Can you feel that?”
“Yes” she answered, “kind of tickles”

The sponge moved to her ear.
She felt a jolt of sensation that warmed her body.
She thought’ That feels soooo good’

The sponge moved to her other ear.
She took a deep breath, her eyes closed.
She heard the nurse “You can feel that too?”

She meant to say ‘yes’ but it came out as “mm-hmm”
She was embarrassed at the effect it was having on her.
The sponge moved from ear to ear, gently teasing each.
A low “mmmm” escaped.
She was luxuriating in the tingles that came with each pass.

The sponge moved on,
alternately wetting and tracing the lines of her face and lips.
Though the water cooled her skin,
she felt an unmistakable warmth spreading through her.
She began to lose herself as it moved to her neck & throat.
She wanted to purr.

The journey continued, the tender flesh of her inner arms,
bringing goosebumps to her skin, and flashes behind her eyelids.
She felt her nipples tighten.
Inch by delicious inch, it moved on.

It touched her previously bandaged ribs.
It was electric, her skin over sensitive after being wrapped.
She gasped.
It moved over & over the area,
vertically, horizontally, and in circles.
Her flesh quivered with each stroke,
a dull ache had started between her spread legs.
The inability to move made her want to scream.

The nurse’s voice brought her back to reality.
“You can feel that?” she asked, knowingly.
Selina opened heavy lids and found herself
looking directly into the nurse’s eyes.
They were gleaming.

She knew exactly what effect the sponge was having on her patient.
She asked softly “Would you like me to continue?”
“Yes” Selina whispered “please…please finish”

The sponge dipped into the bowl of water.
It moved directly over Selina’s full, firm breasts.
The nurse’s hand squeezed, and a small cascade washed over them.
Her rosy nipples spiked.
The water seperated into tiny rivulets,
each creating it’s own path of pleasure.
The sponge licked her flesh again.
Small oohs & mmms came with it’s every motion.

The ache between her thighs had become a steady throb.
The sponge traced tiny circles around, but not touching her nipples.
They begged for attention.
She bit her lip as it finally closed on one.

There was a squeeze, and a delicious friction
as it was drawn slowly upward.
First one, and then the other.
Squeeze, pull, squeeze, pull.
Her breathing became ragged.
Selina felt a wetness ooze from her sex.

The sponge moved from her breasts to her stomach.
Again, it teased her skin.
Up, down, large circles accentuated by tinier circles.
She panted.
It descended, teased, slowed, stopping just shy of touching her pubic hair.
She begged ” No ! Don’t stop! Pleeease…don’t stop now!”
She opened her eyes to find the nurse only an inch from her face.

She stared into blue eyes gone cold.
“Oh I won’t” said the nurse “I’m just getting started”
and kissed her full on the mouth.
Shocked & unable to move, she was more surprised
when she found herself kissing back.

She felt a hand caressing her breast,
the palm just skimming over fully aroused nipples.
A steady wetness flowed from her,
trickling between her ass cheeks,
collecting as droplets and sliding off.
She could hear each as it landed on the sheet.

The kiss withdrew.
The nurse had moved to her raised feet, sponge in hand.
She smiled, and said “Time to start at this end”

She placed the sponge on Selina’s heel,
and ran it briskly upward along the sole toward the toes.
At the same time, with her other hand, on the other foot,
raked her nails downward in the same fashion.
Twin jolts ran from Selina’s feet up her cast encased calves,
and collided where her legs met.
“OHHHHHHhhhhhhh” was her response.

The nurse did it again.

And again.

She could only gasp and moan as the combination
of sponge & fingernails alternatively moved to her ankles, toes,
everywhere & nowhere all at the same time.

And then it stopped.

Selina tried to catch her breath.
She sensed the nurse moving higher.
Between her legs.

There was a light touch behind her knee. It was the sponge.
And then the other knee. Fingertips, with a kiss of nails.
Somehow, she felt even wetter.

The sponge slid upward, along the back of her thigh,
under the curve of her butt, the small of her back.
She felt fingertips graze over her stomach,
drawing tiny circles around her navel and the top of her triangle.
The combination of being stimulated front & back was excruciating.
She pulled against her restraints.

She was going crazy,
unable to bring herself to the release she was aching for.
Her skin quivered with every touch.
Between gasps and pants,
a steady stream of sounds issued from her lips.
She felt a climax begin to build.
And again, the nurse stopped.

Selina gave a long groan, her senses began to return.

She opened her eyes to see the nurse with an electric razor in her hand.
With an evil smile,she told Selina
“We have a couple of areas to clean, and, uhmm, trim”
She flicked a switch, the razor began to buzz.

She moved to Selina’s armpit,
to trim the fuzz that had grown over the weeks.
It tickled like crazy, Selina burst into fits of laughter.
“Gaahh-ahaahaahaahahahaha-stop-oh-sto-ahahahahahaha ! “
The razor continued it’s work, moving toward the center of her armpit.
That area was even more sensitive, she was now screaming.

Finally, it moved on to less sensitve skin.
She relaxed, but only briefly.
She had almost caught her breath when the nurse moved to the other armpit
She begged, “No! No more ! Please ! I can’t..I can’t breathe. Please, no ! “

The razor descended and the torture resumed.
She exploded again, her cries becoming shrieks
as the razor buzzed into the most ticklish spots.

Tears ran from her eyes, and down the side of her face.
She could only breathe in long enough
to have the next round of laughter explode from her.
She thought she would pass out, from the lack of oxygen,
and the beating her insides were giving her bruised ribs.
“Ah-ah-ah no more no more” was all she could gasp between breaths.
Mercifully, it moved away, but the hum of the razor continued.

Through watery eyes, she saw the nurse had moved back between her legs.
There was a click as the razor was turned to ‘High’
She watched helplessly as it lowered,
and began to trim away at her dark, wet patch.

It’s tiny vibrations reached beneath her skin, she bit her lip.
As it neared her clitoral hood, she felt a new pitch of excitement.
“ohhhhhhh” she breathed,
as the vibration coaxed her closer to the edge with each pass.

And then it moved away, starting again at the top of her furry triangle.
It inched closer to her tingling clit.
She wanted to scream, she was soooo close.
And it moved away.

Again, it traveled down.

And away.

And down.

And away.

And down.
Each time teased her closer to the verge of release.

Her entire sex throbbed.
The razor clicked off.
Tears of frustration ran from her eyes.
She was gasping and coated in perspiration.

She heard the snap of rubber.
She opened her eyes to see her tormentor
pulling on some examination gloves.
The nurse held them up for Selina to see.

Each finger had a raised set of ribs and ridges,
with small bumps on the tips.
Selina could not imagine what was going to happen next,
but she knew it would be even worse
than what she had been subjected to already.
She was right.

The nurse picked up an old-time shaving mug,
the kind with a cup and a brush.
She wet the brush and swirled it in the cup, working up a lather.
It dripped foam as it was pulled from the mug.

Selina pleaded as the nurse moved toward her armpit.
“No, please, don’t, not agai-noowhahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH ! “
Peals of laughter cut short her pleas for mercy
as the brush attacked her tender flesh.

It swiped up, down, in circles & swirls,
forcing shrieks and screams from her.
They echoed, and were lost in the walls of the cavern.
The onslaught stopped only long enough to begin anew in the other armpit.
Her shrieks grew louder, her consciousness went grey & fuzzy.

This time she did pass out briefly.
When she came to a moment later, the nurse was methodically
shaving her armpit with a blade razor, as if nothing had happened.
“Why?” Selina panted “Why are you doing this to me ?”
Without looking up, she replied
“Just because you don’t remember who you are,
doesn’t mean anyone else has forgotten.”
She finished shaving Selina’s armpits, and retrieved the mug & brush.
With purpose, she moved between Selina’s legs.

Selina was looking into eyes filled with hate and anger.
The brush was refilled with soapy lather.
It was held up so Selina could see it.
Droplets fell onto her stomach, her skin twitched with each tiny impact.
“I wanted to make sure you were awake for this part.
I’m really going to enjoy this.”

The tip of the bristles pushed into her navel.
The brush was twisted slowly back & forth.
Selina could only surrender to the wash of new sensations coursing through her.
“ohhhhhhhh-oh-oh-oh-oh-” came with each turn.
The brush moved on, tracing wet circles outward from her navel,
each moving lower by a fraction.
Selina was lost, a delirious prisoner.

The ache in her crotch had returned,
she felt herself opening as the slick brush licked
over and around her freshly shaved pubic mound.
The newly exposed flesh was extremely sensitive.
Her mouth formed an ‘O’ as she panted.

Her pants turned to moans as the brush danced.
Up, down, swirls, and twists.
It slid along the crease where her leg joined her body.
The dance continued.

Wetness flowed from her and dripped.
Unable to resist, a series of groans escaped her.

The pattern changed, now moving in long languid strokes that formed a triangle.
It started at her hip, down to the left of her drenched pussy,
to her anus, where it twirled,and then back up the other side.
Over and over, just teasing along her outer lips.
And then it was gone.

She whimpered, and tried to catch her breath.

She heard the tink tink tink of the brush in the cup.
It was being reloaded.
Without warning, it pressed onto her swollen outer lips.
It was a kiss of fire.
“OOOOOHHHHhhh- mmmmmm- ooh- yes-yes-yesmmmmmm.”
A bit of drool trailed from the corner of her mouth.

She began to shake as it floated to her inner lips.
The tips gave sharp, tiny pokes
while the rest of it felt like a large, slick tongue.
“Ooh ! Oh ! Oh ! aah, ah, ahhhhhh.” was all she could say.

The nurse was alternating the soapy bristles
between Selina’s inner & outer lips,
teasing her to new heghts of arousal,
bringing her to the edge, and then slowing.

She was panting and dripping sweat.
The nurse and the brush were merciless and unrelenting.
There was no counting how many times
she had been left at the brink of release.

Her untouched clit was throbbing, it screamed for attention.
The brush would move within a fraction, and then away.
Abruptly, it stopped.
Somehow, that was worse.

She felt the touch of a gloved finger at her opening.
And then another.
They pushed, and slid easily into the slick wetness.
Her pussy clamped down on them.

The ridged fingers sent ripples through her as they moved in and out,
with a slow twisting motion. Each motion caused a wet sucking slurp.
“Uhhhh, hunnnhh, hunnnh.”
She wanted desperately to thrust against them, but couldn’t.

She had no choice but to hang in the air
and endure the sweet torture of the nurse.
“These gloved are specially designed” she said .
“The ribs, ridges & bumps are for stimulation.
Very effective, aren’t they Miss Kyle?”

She wiggled her fingers to make her point,
which elicted grunts of pleasure from her patient.
“Unnngh uhhuhh mmmggghhhghghg.”

She felt the fingers twist in her, now facing upward.
The tips began to massage an area on the front wall of her sex.
Her pussy squeezed hard.
The raised bumps pressed into her G-spot.
“OHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh ohohoh oh oh.”
They pushed again. And again
Her body tensed, she felt an orgasm build with each push.
She was poised on the brink, again.

Suddenly, the nurse pulled her fingers out.
The quick motion caused a soft ‘pop’ as they withdrew.
Selina’s eyes flew open at the abrupt feeling of emptiness inside her.
The nurse was holding up her hand for Selina to see.
It dripped with her juices.

“Look at the thumb Selina”.
It was covered with a double row of bumps, larger than the others.
The nurses’ eyes narrowed, she asked,
“Can you guess where I’m going to put these?”
Selina’s eyes widened, realizing the worst was yet to come.

With another quick motion, she jammed her thumb
against Selina’s previously untouched clit,
running the bumps over the hypersensitive tip in an upward motion.
Every nerve in her body reacted to the over stimulation.

A shriek echoed to the far walls of the cave.

Before she could recover, two fingers were stuffed back into her.
The fingers turned upward again, finding her G spot instantly.
They curled & uncurled.
Wave after wave built through her entire pelvic region.
The thumb took another ride on her clit,
alternating in a rhythm with the fingers inside.
Selina’s pussy clamped on the squirming digits, shifting into overdrive.
The thumb lashed her pink pearl,
which was drawing up into the fleshy hood that covered it.

A non stop string of unintelligible sounds poured from her.
She reached plateau after plateau where she should have climaxed,
but each was only a stairstep to the next.
Her entire being was focused only on her desperate need for release.
She began to build yet again, closer, closer,
ever closer to the the brink, one more would push her over.
Her body tensed and locked.

She felt a sharp pinch high on her clit, way past where the hood covered it.
She gave a yelp, shocked back to reality by the pain.
Her eyes popped open.
The nurse had used her free hand to squeeze her tortured bud,
forcing even more blood into the already engorged nub.
She could feel it swell with each beat of her racing heart.

She teetered on the edge, her ears roared,
her body shook, straining for release.
The pinch held as the fingers pulled out.

The nurse reached, and picked up a small mirror.
She held it so Selina was forced to look at her own gaping, twitching cunt.
It was shades of red, pink, and purple.
Her inner lips had nearly covered the outer.
Drops of her own juice flowed from them, and from inside her.
It pulsed with a life of it’s own.
Her clit was swollen to nearly 3 times it normal size.

The mirror moved away, the nurse spoke
“I can keep this up for hours bitch.
And right now, your clit is so sensitive,
the slightest touch would send you screaming”
She raked a fingertip across it, to illustrate her point.
Selina did.

She continued “But; as long as I hold here….”
and she squeezed even harder. “You can’t cum”

The gloved fingers slid back inside her,
picking up where they had left off.
Her thumb rubbed circles on the tip of her clit,
where it was most sensitive.

Selina screamed again.
And again and again.
Her body jerked and spasmed with each circle.
Jolt after jolt ran through her body.
She was poised on the verge of a massive orgasm, but couldn’t jump.
All she could do was scream.

After what seemed an eternity,
the merciless stimulation stopped,
but the pinched grip on her clit remained.
Her breath came in shudders.

“That’s all for now” the nurse said.
“NO !” Selina cried, and then begged
“You can’t leave me like this, you can’t! “
The nurse laughed “I can do anything I want.
Your Bat-pal is going to be gone for awhile.
Quite awhile.
I’m sure I’ll find lots of ways for us to pass the time.”

With that, she released her stranglehold on Selina’s tortured bud.
It had gone nearly purple, the sudden outflow of circulation was excrutiating.

She quickly changed the sheets, and lowered Selina back to the gurnee.
Her body still twitched from it’s ordeal, and pent up need.
The harness was pulled free, the nurse threw a gown over Selina,
but left her shaved, throbbing pussy exposed.
The nurse gave it a soft squeeze,and whispered “I’ll see you later”.

She leaned and kissed Selina roughly, tweaking a nipple through the gown.
She stood, turned on her heel, and walked briskly to the elevator.
The doors opened.
She blew Selina a kiss, and was gone.

Selina was in agony, her body screamed for release.
She could only weep in frustration, bound,
and unable to bring herself to orgasm.

She tried to think of anything else, to recall memories,
but her thoughts kept returning to the fire between her thighs.
She tried squeezing her inner muscles.
It only frustrated her further.

She looked up at the network of cables
and the framework supporting them, no help there.
Her gaze moved down, across her toned stomach.

She could see her Venus mound, swollen high enough to show
above the curve of her lower abdomen.
The fleshy hood covering her clit, still engorged, was visible.
Peeking out from beneath, was the nub itself.

“That Bitch ! ” she fumed
“What did I ever do to deserve this ?”
She let out a yell of frustration.
It went unanswered by the walls of the Batcave.

She tried to doze, to escape the pain of healing,
and the deep need burning unchecked in her pussy.
She became aware of a low humming sound.
The light on the elevator was pointing down.
It was returning.

—–the Butler—–

Rage coursed through her.
‘That bitch can come & go as she pleases and leaves me here like this?
She’s gonna pay!’
Her rage turned to fear.
She wondered what Nurse Brandt had planned for her next.
Her hands had curled into cat-like claws.
The hum stopped.
There was a pause, Selina held her breath.
The doors slid open.

To her surprise, it was not the nurse.
It was an older man in his 60’s. He was dressed very neatly.
He was turned to a small cart still in the elevator,
he didn’t see Selina, exposed to the world.
He stepped from the elevator, pulling the cart with him.

He turned, his back was now to her, and began tidying up.
In one hand, he held a feather duster.
He hummed softly to himself.

Selina’s mind raced.
On one hand, she wanted to tell this person
about what had been going on, but on the other,
didn’t want to be seen like this.

And what if he was working with the nurse?
She didn’t know what to do, but knew she had to do something.

The choice was made for her.
He asked “How are you feeling, Miss Kyle?”
He had a distinguished, clipped accent.
british, or English.
“Not so good” she replied
With his back was still turned to her, he questioned
“I trust Nurse Brandt is seeing to your comfort?
We had to hire her on quickly,
the other nurse we had caring for you vanished yesterday.”
Selina decided to gamble that the Butler,
or whatever he was, wasn’t working with the nurse.
“Well-uhhhmm…actually, she left me in quite a mess here……”

He stopped his dusting, and turned to face her.
As he did, he was given a full-on view of her still wet and swollen crotch.
His eyes widened and he colored deeply.

For a moment, his mouth was agape,
however, he quickly recovered his composure.
Looking away, he moved the gown to cover her exposed flesh.
He exclaimed “Good Heavens ! What on Earth happened here ?!?”
The story spilled out of her as to how she arrived in her current state.
He frowned, and shook his head
“Awful, simply awful; you poor woman. You must be in agony”.

A twinkle came into his eyes. “I can ease your predicament,
but I must have your word that it will remain in the strictest of confidence.
Do I have your word, Miss Kyle?”
“Yes, anything ” she breathed.
At that moment, she would have fucked a goat if he asked.

“Close your eyes, Miss Kyle”
He plucked a single feather from his duster, and lifted the gown from her body.
His eyes took in the rest of her.
Even with the injuries, she was exquisite.
He cupped a hand over her mound, and gently massaged it.

His touch was firm and knowing.
Her body responded instantly.
She felt his fingers part her outer lips,
and he ran the feather along the inner.
A long, slow gasp escaped her mouth.

The feather was drawn in a slow pattern
up one side of her slit, and down the other.
Her pussy moved with each stroke.
She tensed in her bonds, and licked her lips.

The pattern reversed,
she could only whisper ‘oh’ over and over again.
Though it was soft, the feather had a mild scratching sensation to it,
almost like a cat’s tongue. Her mind clouded with bliss.

He spoke softly “This may be a bit of a shock at first”
The feather touched the tip of her tumid pearl.
It ran through her like an electric shock.
She drew a sharp breath through clenched teeth.

He placed a finger along each side of the fleshy hood.
There was a gentle squeeze.
She moaned until she ran out of air.
He began rolling the shaft of her clit between the two fingers.
Fireworks went off behind her eyelids.
His fingers pulled back on the skin, exposing more of her pleasure nub.

The feather touched again.

This time it was ecstasy.

It moved all about her swollen bud, in circles and figure 8’s.
Her breathing and sounds became ragged,
it was almost too much, at times it was.
She begged him not to stop.

At this, he began running the edge of the feather,
from base to tip directly on the end of her delighted clit.
First down,and then up.
He increased the speed and pressure of his rolling fingers,
coordinating with each stroke of the feather.
“OH ! Ohhh oh oh oh oh oh!”

She felt it begin to build from deep within her, so big.
At first, she was unable to give herself to it.
Another pass of the feather removed the option.

The rolling fingers nudged her closer.
“Auughhhmmm mmoohmmm”
Another stroke moved her past the point of no return.
The next set her on the edge, poised for the dive into ecstasy.
There was a frozen moment as her body locked.
The feather was brought down once more.

Her world exploded, as her pussy spasmed again and again.
The feather rose, causing another mind bending release.
She felt as if her entire being was pulsing outward with each contraction
It began to ebb, and then passed.
She floated back to reality, breathing heavily.

As she regained her composure, he spoke.
“I had to be easy with the first two.
You were so overstimulated, your body couldn’t let go.
This one should ease any remaining…discomfort.”
She felt him pull back the folds around her bud, exposing it fully.

The feather returned, in swirls & spirals.
Drawn along one side and raked along the other,
against the grain of the feather, in a non-stop ride of stimulation.
She gave a series of primal moans, more animal than human.

Where the first two climaxes has approached in waves,
this one was arriving like a hurricane.
It built constantly, all of her muscles clenched.
Her stomach rose & fell as she panted.
The rest of her strained against the wires holding her in traction.
She felt her pussy opening, closing, and then clamping down hard.
And she was adrift in the eye of the storm,
aware only of the pumping of her pussy as every bit
of pent up tension flooded from her in a gigantic release.
“Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh-UH ! – uh- uh- uh.”.

She was a prisoner of the storm, unable to stop cumming.
She didn’t try to count the number of peaks & valleys.
Every rake of the feather caused another chain reaction until her body locked again.
There was one more stroke.

She exploded violently, her hips jerking
while her pussy pumped again, and again, and again.
ripped from her throat as the orgasm tore through her.
She had achieved total release.

Gradually, the storm passed.
She became aware of her own sounds “mmm-mmm-mmmmm”
She felt herself sliding to a gentle stop.
“Ohhhh thank you” she was finally able to whisper.
It sounded like a purr.
Slowly, she was drifting back to reality.

She felt cool air on her sweat glazed skin,
her breathing was returning to normal.
She felt soooo good, so relaxed. “Mmmm”

His voice brought her out of dream land.
“I take it that your discomfort is relieved?”
She giggled, embarrassed by her own reaction.
“Oooh yes, thank you. Thank you so much-“
She realized she didn’t know his name.
“Alfred” he supplied.
“Thank you Alfred” she finished.

Her eyes slowly opened and focused,
she was surprised to see his butler’s uniform was a mess.
There were large wet area on his sleeve and chest.
His face and glasses were spattered with a thin milky liquid.
A drop was dangling off one side of his moustache.
“What happened to you?” she asked, laughing.
He replied “Occupational hazard.”

He pulled out a handkerchief, cleaned his glasses and wiped his face.
She blushed to the roots of her dark, curly hair, and burst out laughing.
“Did I-oh ho hee- I’m sor-ha ha-sorry Alfred.”
There was a jolly twinkle in his blue eyes as he told her,
“No need for apologies Miss Kyle, merely the proof of a job well done.”
“You can call me Selina, Alfred”
He thought a moment, and replied
“Thank you Miss Kyle, but I’m afraid that wouldn’t be proper.”
She thought ‘Wouldn’t be proper ?!? You’re standing there,
soaked in my woman juices, and you’re talking about proper?’

She laughed again, but stopped short when she noticed his stern look.
He wasn’t joking.
She apologized, “I’m sorry Alfred, I didn’t mean to offend you.”
He smiled politely “Accepted Miss Kyle. Is there anything I can get you ?”
She suddenly realized she was ravenous, and thirsty.
“Something to eat, perhaps? And some water, lots of it.”
He bowed “Very good Miss, I shall return.”

He turned and walked into the waiting elevator.
He pushed a button, and was gone.
She lay for a moment, still feeling random twitches from her cooling femininity.
Without thinking, she tried to stretch.
A combination of pain & restraint changed her mind.

She looked around some more, trying to figure out how she got here,
and more importantly, who she was.
‘That nurse really hates me. What does she have against me?’
She tried to place in her mind who she was.

Fleeting images came to her, herself, yet someone, something else.
She tried to focus them, they were like smoke in the air.
Purple leather, a whip, the guy with the bat costume, running,
a grip of gloves, falling, and then nothing.
None of it made any sense.

The sound of the elevator interrupted her thoughts.
Fear rose in her as Nurse Brandt stepped out.
Her face was a mask of anger.
She spat “Alfred sent me down to clean you up- again.”
Selina erupted “What’s your problem, Bitch?
How the fuck could you do that to me?”
Her hands had curled into claws, her lips pulled back from her teeth.
The nurse, startled, took a step back.
Their eyes locked in an icy standoff.

Nurse Brandt spoke
“Because of you, my boyfriend is in jail for a long, long time.”
Confusion crossed Selina’s face
“I don’t know your boyfriend! I don’t know anything!
Who I am, why or how I got here, nothing !! Do you understand that?”

It was the nurse’s turn to look surprised, then bemused.
“So, it’s really not an act. You honestly don’t know who you are ! “

Tears of frustration ran from Selina’s eyes.
She sobbed “All I know is I’m here, my name is Selina, and I CAN’T MOVE!”
The nurse seemed to soften for a moment, but then turned cold again.

She leaned in close and whispered
“Believe me, you better never remember bitch.”
She spun and retrieved the wash bowl & sponge.
She jammed the sponge into the water,
gone cold and roughly began scrubbing Selina.
“OW ! Hey !” she protested.

The nurse scrubbed even harder, bringing howls of pain.
Selina’s green eyes had narrowed to slits, she bared her teeth.
She hissed through them
“I will remember this, you better pray I never get off this gurnee.”
She clenched her teeth again the pain,
refusing to give this bitch the satisfaction of the hurt she was causing.

She looked down, and noticed she could now move her toes.
She focused on them, blocking out all else.
Curl, uncurl, curl, uncurl.

She looked back into the nurse’s eyes and thought.
‘Your day is gonna come.’
In her mind was the vision of a cat, ready to pounce.
The nurse stopped.

An unexplained chill went through her when she saw the look on Selina’s face.
It was one of vicious amusement.
Suddenly she knew how a mouse must feel when it looks into the eyes of a cat.

The moment was broken by Alfred returning in the elevator.
He was pushing a small cart with several dishes on it.
He looked away from Selina’s nudity.
“If you’re quite finished Nurse Brandt, would you be so good as to cover Miss Kyle?”
The nurse, grateful for the chance to escape Selina’s gaze, was quick to comply.

She turned to leave, only to have Alfred grab her arm.
She was surprised at the strength of his grip.
He spun her so she faced Selina.
“Miss Brandt, your conduct toward your patient has not only been unprofessional,
it borders on criminal. Your services are no longer required.”

She stared daggers at Selina, who returned her stare calmy & evenly.
She smiled.
“No Alfred, let her stay” Her eyes danced.
“I insist.”
Alfred gave a surprised & then confused look.
“Very well Miss Kyle, if you insist.”
Her smile was predatory, she stage-whispered
“Oh, I do.”

He turned to the nurse and spoke brusquely
“You may return to your quarters now,
I will be along later to speak with you about this.”
He released her arm, she made a beeline to the elevator.

Alfred pulled a stool next to the gurnee and began feeding Selina.
He had put together an assortment of sandwiches & fruit.
They smelled delicious, her stomach growled.
He fed her bites of each as she chose them.
He began telling her stories as she chewed.

In the 50’s, he had been an agent for British Intelligence during the Cold War.
He was one of their top interrogators.
Between bites, she asked him with a blush,
where he had learned to use a feather like that.

A faraway smile came to his face.
He told her most of his best sources for information had been women.
He had learned about the feather technique
from a Chinese double agent. There were a lot of female spies during that time.

He had tried many different tactics, sleep deprivation,
truth serum, psychological ploys, hypnotism, and so forth.
Then his Chinese friend had told him about the feather.

After a few short hours, the women would tell him anything.
Many of them came to him with information,
on the condition he would use the feather on them.

One woman, a Russian,
had an appetite for it unlike anything he had ever seen.
In spite of his training, he fell for her. And she for him.
They spent every second they could together.
They could not get enough of one another.

He had arranged a way out for her so they could be together always.
He was going to tell her the news the next time they were able to meet.
She never made it.

They found what was left of her in a hotel room.
She had been brutally raped, and beaten to death.
He used his connections,
and eventually caught up with the responsible parties.
It took them a long time to die.
In the end, they were begging to.


After that, he left the Service and migrated to America.
He took on a job as butler for a wealthy young couple and their son.
One night, as they were returning from the theatre,
they were gunned down in an alley.
He took on the task of raising the boy, and overseeing his estate.

Selina realized the boy in the story
was the dark figure in the costume, now grown.
She asked “What’s with the costume?”
He answered ” He is known as Batman, he fights crime.”
She pressed ” And how do I figure in this ?”
He took a breath, and told her, that she too, has an alter ego.
“You are known as Catwoman.”

It sounded too weird to her, but she knew he was speaking the truth.
“So what, I go around with this Batman guy, fighting crime ?”

He paused, and told her the rest.
“You, Miss Kyle, are a criminal.
Perhaps the best cat burglar in the world.
Yet you have a good side.
You were returning items stolen by others and they caught you.
You tried to escape, but fell trying to jump between buildings.

Batman was there, at first, to arrest you.
He realized what the situation was, and tried to help you escape.
You slipped, you were hanging from a ledge.
He had your hand, but was hit from behind.
That’s when you fell.
Batman arranged for your care here,
away from the others who are still looking for you.”

She was mute, stunned. He went on.
“You have information they want desperately.
Apparently, you made off with quite a bit of their loot.
They will stop at nothing to get it back.
The Master has been busy trying to round them up,
that’s why he’s away so much.”
Selina slowly shook her head.
“Wow.” was all she could say.

Alfred spoke again
“Nurse Brandt was able to slip through our screening process.
We didn’t connect her with her boyfriend, one of your former henchmen.
He shot and killed a guard during one of your heists.
You left him behind for the police to find.
Throughout your criminal career, you’ve never killed anyone.”

He stood, and brushed the crumbs from the sheet covering her.
Her nipples stood for attention.
She blushed a bit and looked to Alfred.
He smiled, and plucked a fresh feather from the duster.
“One more, and then to sleep Miss Kyle. You need to rest & heal.”
He paused, and then told her “You remind me so much of her.”

Without another word, he raised the sheet
and began to guide the feather on it’s happy task.
She quickly approached the edge, and jumped.
Alfred watched her face as she climaxed.
She was beautiful to start with, but now,
in ecstasy, she was angelic.
He could sense her crest pass, and then ebb.

A strand of hair was on her face, he brushed it away.
She murmured, and pressed her cheek to his hand.
She was drifting off already.
“Good night Miss Kyle” he said softly.
He straightened and walked toward the elevator with purpose.
‘Now, to deal with Nurse Brandt’ he thought.


She was lost in a mist.
Faces floated in & out,
she felt she should know them, but didn’t.
She heard a woman’s voice. Soft, sultry.
It was speaking her name, almost in a whisper.
It seemed to be everywhere and nowhere.
It was hauntingly familiar.
Very close, she saw nothing.
She felt a presence near her.
She reached, nothing, it was gone..
From a distance.
She could make out a shadowy figure,
moving with cat-like grace, then it too was gone.
“SELINA !” In her ear.
From right behind her.
She screamed, turned, and startled half awake,
just glimpsing the figure as the dream evaporated.

It was a woman in a purple leather catsuit,
with thigh-high black boots.
Her black gloves reached to the elbow.
They were tipped with steel claws.
She had the most incredible green eyes.
She seemed to be…..waiting.

Selina came fully awake, her mind retained the image.
She felt cool air on her skin, the sheet had slipped or fallen off.
Once again, she was naked to the world.
She looked herself over as best she could, without the benefit of a mirror.
She realized she didn’t know what her face looked like.
She checked her toes again.
Curl, uncurl. That was good.

Her calves were encased in plaster,
but she could see her knees, legs, & thighs.
They seemed lithe and strong, like a dancer or gymnast.
Her stomach was flat and muscular, though very feminine.
Her hips seemed nicely proportionate to the rest of her.
She couldn’t help but notice she had a great set of boobs.
Round and firm, each capped by a rosy nipple.
Double ‘C’ cup, at least.
‘I guess I’ll have to wait to see the rest’

Out of the corner of her limited vision, she saw a shadow move.
She was able to pick out a flash of yellow.
“Is someone there?”
There was only silence.
‘I need to get a T.V. or something in here, giving myself the heebie-jeebies’

The shadow moved again, this time she saw green as well.
‘OK, who’s there? Show yourself ! ”
Her voice was braver than she felt.


A man stepped out from behind a partition.
Not a man, younger, a teenager, about 19 or so.
He had a costume on too.
She thought ‘ What is it with this place?
Everybody is either wearing a uniform or a costume!
I’m the only normal one here, and I’m naked ! ‘

He stammered as he approached
” I-I-I’m s-sorry” and his voice cracked.
“What the hell are you doing over there?” she demanded

She could see him fully now. He was really put together.
About 5 ’10, 180 lbs. of hunky Boy-toy.
He was wearing tights, a red vest, gloves, and a cape.
And of course, a mask.

“I-uh-er-ah” was all he was able to get out,
his eyes goggling over her body.
She could see he was blushing crimson, even behind the mask.
She had caught him doing something, but what?

She turned up the heat.
“Who are you?” she barked
He was able to croak out “Robin”
She pounced “What were you doing over there?”
His jaw worked, searching for words.
“Out with it…Robin ! “
If possible, he blushed even deeper.
He moved from foot to foot like a kid that has to pee.

She was beginning to enjoy this.
She fought to supress a smile.
“What are you staring at ?
Never saw a naked woman before?”
His eyes widened behind the mask.

She let him have it.
“So, that’s what you’re up to is it?
Thought you’d sneak in and have a peek at the naked lady?
Well, do you like what you see? Do you?…
I asked you a question, Robin ! “
His mouth jerked open & closed.

Suddenly, he began to cry,
not shameful tears, but real sobs of anguish.
She was startled, and then felt bad she’d done this to him.
“Hey” she said softly, “hey, take it easy, it’s OK.
Just put the sheet back on and we’ll keep this between us, OK?
Can you keep a secret, Robin?”

He had partially regained his composure, and moved to cover her.
As he did, he spoke.
“I’m sorry, I really am. It’s just- just that when I look at you,
I don’t feel, you know, I don’t feel anything.
You’re beautiful, sexy, naked, but it does nothing for me”

She told him “You need to learn how to talk to women, Mister.
Never, ever, tell a naked lady she does nothing for you.
Especially after she’s caught you peeping at her.”

His eyes widened as he realized his mistake.
“Oh!, No!, No, that’s not what I meant. I don’t feel when I look at you
the way I feel sometimes at the gym when we hit the showers.”

Selina thought ‘Great ! that’s even worse’
He continued “I’m confused, really confused. I mean, I should like girls, right?
But, but-I I just don’t know what I like.
There ! That’s my secret, can you keep that?”

For about the umpteenth time that day, she was shocked.
It was her turn to be speechless.
He turned to go, she called after him.
He looked at her.
“Your secret is safe with me”
He nodded and stepped into the elevator.
The doors closed, and she was alone with her thoughts.

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