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(I) CATWOMAN
The new Egyptian art exhibit had been open for three days and security had died down. Catwoman stood on the roof of the Gotham Central Museum. There were some new items, including some statuettes from a temple to Bast, the Egyptian cat-goddess. They would make fine additions to her own collection. The rest of the stuff would, of course, make fine additions to her bank account.
She looked down into the museum through a skylight. It was dark inside and it seemed a guard came by once every ten minutes. She waited until a guard passed and was out of sight again, before making her move. Her razor sharp claws popped out of her leather glove. Putting claws to glass, she moved her hand in a small arc and removed a circle of glass in her claws. Carefully placing the glass on the ground next to her, she reached in and opened the skylight. Carefully, she dropped down into the museum.
She had visited the museum earlier, as Selina Kyle, and knew exactly which way to go. She took off at a light jog, her feet landing lightly on the tiled floor, making very little noise. A few minutes later, she was standing at the entrance to the Egyptian exhibit. It was fairly dark in here, but light from the full moon filtered in through a skylight.
She could have come in through this skylight, but that was too obvious and the police would have discovered her means of entry much too soon. This way, it would take the police a while to figure out how she got in. Of course, Batman would figure it out right away, but she enjoyed having the Bat on her tail. There was just something about him that rubbed her the right way.
She slid in the IR lenses into her mask. It cost her a pretty penny to get them, but they were well worth it. Sure enough, there were lasers crisscrossing the room, just waiting for some one to interrupt their beam of light and set off an alarm. With a series of flips and jumps, Catwoman easily made it around the lasers. She now stood before a golden statuette of a cat. The eyes were made of jade and something about the statuette spoke to her. She had to have it. It stood on a pedestal, surrounded by glass. A quick inspection located the alarm, which she had no problem disarming.
She cut a hole in the glass and removed the statue. It was kind of heavy, but she didn't mind the weight. She held the statue in her hands and looked over it, appraising it. The eyes sort of had an internal glow to them, which drew her eyes to them. She stood standing in the middle of the exhibit and stared into the eyes of statue.
A guard came by the exhibit on his daily route. He peeked inside to make sure everything was okay, but his eyes passed right over Catwoman, as if she wasn't even there. Assured that everything was okay in the exhibit, he continued on his way.
With nothing but the statue tucked under one arm, Catwoman made her way back to the skylight she entered through and headed out of the museum. Once outside, she headed out into the night with a glazed look in her eyes.
Across Gotham, a man sat in a darkened room in an abandoned theatre. There was a fire going in the nearby fireplace, but all of the other lights were out. He sat in a tall, high back chair. The upholstery on the chair was worn in most places and was a color that had gone out of fashion about two decades ago.
Arranged around the room were various dressmaker's dummies and mannequins. They were all dressed in various costumes, from a Roman centurion to a belly-dancing girl to a cowboy. If one looked closely enough, though, one would notice that three of those arranged with the others, were not mannequins, but were really people. They were all large men. One was dressed as a knight, in shiny metal armor. The second was dressed as a gangster from the 1920s. The third was dressed as a Mongol. They stood absolutely still and only their breathing gave them away.
The man in the chair sat with his feet propped up on a coffee table and sipped some red wine. He was dressed in a purple robe, with purple slippers on his feet. However, he wore a large top hat, also purple in color, with a size tag stuck in it reading "9/10ths".
This man was Jervis Tetch. He was known to the world at large, though, as the Mad Hatter. He had managed to escape from Arkham about two months before and had spent a great deal of time on his latest scheme. This time the Batman wasn't going to screw things up for him. This time he was going to have people of Batman's caliber to back him up.
As he finished his glass of wine, someone entered the room. He looked up to see Catwoman walking toward him. In her hands, she held a golden statue of a cat, with jade eyes. That cat was one of Jervis's crowning achievements. He had spent a great deal of time perfecting the mind controlling technology that he had placed in the cat, but it seemed to have paid off. Catwoman walked up to the coffee table and put the statue down on the table. She then stood with her back straight in front of the table. Her eyes were not focused on anything and the only sign she was alive was her breathing.
"Ahhh. Catwoman. You are just the first of many. Others will arrive, and soon Batman will not be able to stop me. After I have Batman, I will be able to have anything I want," Jervis told her. She did not respond. She only stood staring straight forward. "You fell prey to my trap and now you will do anything I say. What? You don't believe me? How about a demonstration? Bugsy, get a saucer of milk for our cat."
At that, the man dressed as a gangster started moving. He walked out the room, as normal as can be and came back with a saucer of milk, which he brought over to Jervis. The Mad Hatter took the saucer from him and set it at the edge of the table. "Okay, Bugsy, back to your place." The gangster walked back to where he was standing and stopped. "Okay, Catwoman, here's a demonstration of my powers. On your hands and knees."
Catwoman dropped to her hands and knees. She couldn't understand why she had come to the abandoned theatre or why she was doing as the Mad Hatter told her too, but everything seemed so reasonable.
"Drink the milk, kitty." Catwoman's head bent over the saucer and she started lapping up the milk. In her head, she was still very confused, but she liked being told what to do, it made it easier for her. After most of the milk was gone, or running down her chin, Jervis told her to stop. She looked up at him, with milk dripping off of her chin and Jervis smiled at her. Seeing the white liquid running down her chin had reminded him of one of the reasons he had gone into the course of study he did.
"Stand up, Catwoman, and come here," he told her. She got back up and approached him. "Now, kneel in front of me." She got on her knees before him. "Open my robe." She reached out and undid the tie for his robe, before pulling the two halves apart. Jervis was completely nude under the robe and his prick was already semi hard. "Give me your best blow job."
Catwoman's mind latched onto that order. It was something she understood in her fuzzy headedness. She reached out with her hand and took Jervis's cock. She started to gently stroke it, running her hand up and down it slowly as it grew and hardened. She leaned over him and while looking up into his eyes, flicked her tongue across the tip. This drew an immediate reaction from his cock. It jerked in her hand and grew to its full size. Eager to please her new master, she opened her mouth and started sucking on the head of his prick.
New master? Where did that thought come from? she thought. Well, if I thought it, it must be true. The Mad Hatter must be my master.
In her confused state, she took these things to be fact. The machinery in the golden cat had done its job well and soon Catwoman would know Jervis was her master.
As she sucked on the head of his cock, her hand started pumping up and down on the shaft. Jervis leaned back and smiled. Her tongue ran circles around the head, bringing a light moan from Jervis. Suddenly her head dropped quickly. She took his entire cock into her mouth, deep throating him. Her tongue scraped the underside of his cock as her head bobbed up and down in his lap. Soon his hips were bucking as he really got into the mouth fucking. Her head then bobbed up and his cock fell from her mouth, slapping wetly against his belly. He was surprised by the maneuver and wondered if something had gone wrong, but his worries were allayed as she ran her tongue down his manhood and across his balls. She took one of his balls into her mouth, lightly sucking on it, then the other.
The new sensations were causing Jervis to moan and twitch. He had never had anyone give head to him like this before. She then took both balls into her mouth at once, bathing them in her saliva. Meanwhile, her right hand flew up and down his shaft. It was gripped tightly around his prick, causing an incredible amount of friction.
"That's it, Catwoman! That's it! I'm going to come! Yeah! Yeah! Cummm! Arghhh!" His white seed shot from the tip of his cock and landed on Catwoman's forehead. It slid down her mask and across her cheek. More cum followed, spraying across her face and his belly. His back was rigid and his hips bucked as he came. As he tired back down, Catwoman continued to slowly pump his cock, smiling up at him.
"Mmmm. Clean my cock off." Catwoman took his cock in her mouth and sucked the last of his cum from it, slowly letting it slide out of her mouth. "Now clean the rest of me." Like a cat, she leaned over him and ran her tongue along his stomach, licking up the spots of his cum. Her face was covered in trails of his cum. It lay in lines on her forehead and across her cheeks. A pool of it on her cheek was connected by a line of cum across her eye to another pool on her forehead.
After she had cleaned him of his cum, he smiled at her. "I like you like that. I think I'll leave you that way for a while. Now, crawl over toward that door."
Catwoman turned from him and started crawling on her hands and knees toward the far door. When she was halfway there, Jervis told her to freeze. Just like the men, she completely stopped moving. He left her there, with his cum drying on her face. He got up and got another bottle of wine and prepared for his next acquisition.
End of Chapter 01