It was a dark and moonless night over the tall gloomy city with high-reaching spires scraping at the cloudless sky. A shadowy figure melts from shadow to shadow, being the city's eternal guardian of the night. Crouching on powerful legs, it sits completely motionless, listening for any signs of trouble with sharp pointed ears. Far off in the distance, faint sirens cried, and the dark figure smiled to itself grimly. Suddenly it sprang into action, swinging from building to building, spire to spire like a spider in the general direction where the sirens were wailing. As it flew through the air between buildings, startled bats fluttered past with leathery wings, and instead of being scared, the creature only smiled again, this time in genuine feelings of kinship to these distant cousins of his.

Mere minutes had passed before the creature reached the source of the wailings. There were police cars all over, with their lights flashing. Silently, the creature landed softly behind a plainsclothe detective. "What's going on here?" it murmured softly.

With a startled gasp, the detective spun around and faced the dark creature. "Batman! I didn't expect you so soon, although I suppose I should've known..." Commissioner Gordon's voice trailed off as he looked grimly back at the scene of the crime.

Batman glanced at the police cars as well, and saw that they were in front of the art gallery and museum. There were certainly plenty of valuable pieces of art in there, but none expensive enough to steal as far as he knew. As if reading his mind, Gordon shrugged, "We're not sure actually. The burglar alarm went off but we haven't seen anyone nor did we find anything missing in there."

The dark knight pondered for a moment. Surely it couldn't be an accident that the alarm went off, but still... if there was nothing worth stealing, then why would anyone break in? Suddenly he had an odd feeling of being drawn into a trap... "Would you mind if I looked around?" he simply asked.

Gordon merely shrugged. "Knock yourself out. We're out of here, but let me know if you find anything, ok?"

Batman didn't reply, but instead walked to the gallery's main entrance. Once inside, he noted that the interior was quite massive, with high arched ceilings that he couldn't even see, Warily, he stepped further into the lobby, alert for any possible traps. Going from room to room, exhibit to exhibit, he found nothing but more dark rooms filled with semi-valuable pieces of art. After nearly an hour had passed, he was beginning to feel that he was wasting his time after finishing the third floor, he decided that he was going to check one last room before leaving. Pushing the door open, he saw nothing but dust and cloth-covered furniture. Apparently this was yet another storage room. He turned to leave when he heard a faint noise coming from deeper within the room. He spun around, but saw nothing. He stepped warily into the center of the room but saw nothing. Suddenly the floor dropped away from under him and he didn't even have a chance to cry out before everything went black....

When he finally came to, he was in a pitch black room. He tried to move, but something seemed to be holding down his arms and legs. He grunted as he strained against the bounds, trying to break free, but only ended up making the bonds even tighter and dig painfully into his skin. He fell back onto the floor (table?), panting from the exertion. He wondered what to do now, and who was behind this. If only he could reach his utility belt and his trustworthy batarang...

Suddenly the lights flicked on, and he winced as the light seared into his eyes. Squinting, he tried to make out who was approaching him. The newcomer purred softly, "so, our big boy finally woke up. Now we may have some fun." Blinking away the tears, Batman could see it was a woman, and after his eyes adjusted to the lights, he recognized her.

"Catwoman! I should have known it was you," he gasped. He strained harder on his bonds, desperately this time. He'd rather face the Joker than her. She was trouble. She had a way of stirring something up within him. He tried to look away, but she reached out with a gloved hand and forced him to look at her. His eyes slid over her slim body, encased in a rubbery shiny black spandex catsuit, clinging to every inch of her body, leaving little to the imagination.

"Don't you like what you see?" she crooned as she leaned over him, swaying her ample shiny lycra-covered breasts over his face. Batman groaned as he felt something stir inside his tights. She had a way of stripping away his dignity, and worse, he wasn't sure if he really minded it at all.

Catwoman licked her lips as she stared down at her latest prize. A well-built studly man wearing shiny black tights, with an undeniable bulge growing inside his trunks. Pleased to see her, no doubt. She smiled slyly as she climbed onto the low table and straddled him. She purred seductively down at him while she slowly turned her shiny tight ass against his groin in circular strokes, teasing him mercilessly. She licked her lips as she gazed appreciatively down at her captive: a large muscular masked man with hard muscles, completely encased in dark gray skintight which only revealed more of his body than it concealed. He also had a bright yellow utitily belt and a yellow and black bat signal on his chest. Interesting choice of color especially if he wanted to blend into the darkness. Oh well, he was a freak like she was, and freaks were entitled to a bit of eccentricity, right?

Batman groaned and suddenly she realized that he had a raging hard-on pressing through his tights between her legs. She purred and leaned down until her lips were barely hovering over his. He simply laid there, waiting to see what she would do next. However, she could see that his eyes blazed with fury through his mask. For a moment she considered removing his mask, but decided against it. He was a man of mystery, and that excited her, and she preferred to keep it that way. She began grinding her shiny lycra-covered cunt harder against his straining iron, and she opened her mouth and softly licked his lips with her wet tongue. He was panting heavily, straining uselessly against his bonds, but only ended up grinding his shiny gray body against, her spandex sliding against spandex, which sent a thrilling chill through both their bodies, and he seemed to regret his recent efforts as his bulge grew harder against her mound.

Her lips over one of his bat ears and whispered teasingly, "Going batty over me yet?" She chuckled at her own joke. Batman was not amused. He hated not being in control. She seemed to sense this and grinned at him. "For a long time I've wanted you under my control, and tonight you've practically handed yourself over to me! Why don't you just lie back and enjoy yourself....?" she murmured as her black lycra-covered nipples dragged agonizingly over his smooth chest and she gasped at the jolts of sheer pleasure crackling through her body.

"What are you really up to, you bitch? Don't tell me you did all this just to grind into my body!" Batman growled. He railed at himself and his over-eager cock, betraying his true thoughts.

The Catwoman smiled and ignored him. Instead, she hugged her smooth shiny body against his, and as their spandex skin slid against each other, pure ecstasy rolled over her, and she could tell it was having an effect on him from his heavy breathing. She slid her body down, dragging her breasts along his body as she did so until her head was directly above his straining bulge. He was wearing a shiny black tight trunks, held up by his utility belt. She undid his belt, and slowly pulled down his trunks, and finally one of her suspicions was answered... there was a hole in his gray suit for his penis, and he needed the trunks to cover it up! "Why you bad boy, could you be more of a freak than you've let on?" she said teasingly, and he simply glowered at her. Unfortunately for him, his cock stood upright through the hole, begging for attention. As she slid her gloved hands over his thick smooth thighs, her mouth lowered on his cock, and slid her wet tongue along the shaft, making him tremble with pleasure despite his enraged glare. He started screaming curses and thrashing against his bonds, which of course only meant sliding his spandex body against hers more intensely, and had the unfortunate(?) effort of driving his cock into her velvety mouth. He looked down with dismay as she slurped wetly on his cock as if it were a lollipop. Finally he realized he was truly trapped and with a sigh he collapsed back on the table, subdued.

Catwoman frowned at him. "Oh no you don't, you're not giving up so easily on me, it's no fun that way. I thought you were more of a man than this!" Batman only winced, but he realized that he had found the key to his escape; he simply relaxed on the table, accepting of whatever fate awaited him. She snarled and turned herself around so that her shiny black tight mound was hovering right over his face, and bound as he was, he couldn't look away. He was also all too painfully aware of her smooth thighs pressing against his bat ears. She smiled at as he whimpered before he could stop himself and he cursed himself furiously. She leaned down and again pressed her full smooth breasts into his hard stomach and licked his testicles. Batman strained his head, trying to reach her crotch with his tongue, but she raised herself out of the way every time, and he growled furiously.

After the Catwoman licked and tickled his balls with her tongue and gloved hands, she began to nibble on his glans, making him tremble again. Slowly she pushed her head down, filling her mouth with hard cock until his glans stroked the back of her mouth, and her lips pressed hard against the base and his balls. A small trickle of warm saliva slid down the side of his shaft and she began to bob her head up and down in a steady rhythm, slurping and sucking with each thrust. Her shiny smooth breasts slapped against his stomach with each bob, and she tightened her legs around Batman's head, stroking his entire shiny gray body with her entire body, and electric energy pulsated through them.

After several minutes of steady licking and sucking and pumping, Batman's balls felt like they were on fire, and began to twitch, on the verge of a molten climax. Suddenly, that bitch Catwoman fucking stopped sucking his fucking cock! He howled in agony, periously teetering on the edge of a monster orgasm, and the fucking bitch wouldn't push him over!

She looked down at his agony, and threw back her head and laughed. She loved seeing him this way, completely at her mercy, begging her to continue what he once protested so strongly against not so long ago. He strained at his bonds again, not to escape from them, but to escape from his torture. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips and walked away into the darkness, leaving the poor Batman alone on the table, lost in a delerious state of half-orgasm.

Several hours passed by, and the first hints of sunlight were peeking through a boarded-up window in the room. In a cruel twist of ironic fate, Batman's own spandex tights were acting against him, its very tightness and slickness keeping him trapped in a state of never-ending half orgasm. He was completely delirious and muttering incomprehensibly to himself, his stiff cock frozen upright like a hard statue. He had tried twisting around, getting his own suits to push him over the edge, but his own tights betrayed him, only reinforcing his ecstasy, but never pushing him over. He felt like crying. He swore that he would pay back that bitch big time if he could only get out of this.

Finally at long sweet last, footsteps approached the door. Batman was about to be saved! To his horror, the sounds were fading away, as if the man had passed by the door. Batman howled in agony and fury, and the footsteps stopped, apparently startled. Then they grew louder, and Batman sighed in strained relief. The door opened slowly, and a frail looking old man with a wrinkled prune-like face peeked in.

The old janitor's eyes widened in horror as he saw a shiny grey costumed man on a table, with a large stiff penis sticking upright, tied up by black ropes. With a gasp, he slammed the door and stood panting in the hall, not believing what he had seen. Another scream from behind the door startled him back into his sense and he ran down the hall to find security.

As the footsteps faded away, Batman's heart sank, and to his horror, the shame and embarassment of being seen like this had turned him on, pushing him back to the brink, but not over the edge, oh no, never over the edge. Batman despaired of ever being free from this trap. He cursed his own suit for being so unforgivingly sensual and erotic. He'd never thought of it that way until that encounter with the Catwoman last night. Now he'd never look at spandex the same way again. And the funny thing was, he wasn't sure if that was such a bad thing.

Half an hour later, Batman was nearly a complete psychological break-down. He had tried everything he could think of. He'd tried relaxing, but his suit would prod him in a place he didn't even know he had, stirring him up again. He'd tried to reach his utility belt, but the effort made him slide around inside his suit sensually. And of course, he knew how useless it was to try to break the bonds. Then he heard footsteps again. And not just one person this time, but it sounded like a crowd this time. Batman couldn't believe his ears, he was actually about to be rescued! However, his exultation was shortlived as he realized his enlarged cock was still sticking up obscenely for everyone to see. He closed his eyes and was glad for his mask to hide his embarassement.

There was loud banging on the door, then it crashed open as policemen poured into the room, looking around for trouble. Then they saw him and stared in shock. He felt like raging at them as he saw a few of them obviously trying not to snicker. They parted to the side to let Commissioner Gordon in. Batman groaned inwardly. How could he ever live this down? That bitch Catwoman was going to pay for this all right...

Gordon walked into the room and stared in shock at his costumed friend lying on a table, with a very large erection. He tried not to look at the erection and walked over to the table and peered into Batman's mask. "What happened here?"

"Get... me... out... of... here," Batman growled through gritted teeth. Gordon blinked at him, then saw the erection again and flushed.

"Oh of course. Sorry, here," he said as he began untying the knots. Shortly after, Batman was free and was pulling up his trunks over his large erection and mentally cursed the fucking idiot cops laughing at him from behind covered hands. He tied his utility belt and turned around to leave.

"Uh... aren't you going to tell me what happened here?" Gordon asked hesitantly. Batman stopped and seemed to be thinking it over.

"Catwoman happened," he finally said and left. Gordon scratched his head while he stared after his friend with pity. Then he saw his men laughing and yelled at them, "What are you morons standing around for? Clear out!" However, as the chagrined men gathered around to leave, Gordon shook his head with a bemused grin. Batman sure got himself into sticky situations.

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Robin descended the spiral staircase cautiously. Alfred had warned him that Batman was in a particularly foul mood tonight and it would be best to leave him alone. However, Robin was certain that he'd be able to cheer him up from whatever it was. As he neared the batcave, there was complete silence, although there was a faint glow coming from somewhere. From their computer system he assumed. He must be working a case, he thought as he entered the batcave.

When he reached the bottom and entered the batcave, he stopped in his tracks, dumbfounded by what he saw. Batman was leaning over, holding his face in his hands, while massive monitors loomed all around him, displaying still pictures of the Catwoman in various sexy poses; poses that accentuated her shiny black catsuit stretched tightly over her firm and lean body. In one monitor, her firm breasts with the shiny spandex stretched so tightly her nipples seemed to poke through out of the screen. In another, she was on her knees and her hands, her ass facing the screen. In yet another, she was lying back seductively, spreading her legs for the screen. Robin swallowed hard and approached Batman even more cautiously. His confidence had vanished that he'd cheer him up from whatever THIS was. As he drew close to Batman's side, he looked down and his eyes bulged at the large wet stain between Batman's shiny gray legs, spreading ever larger. Robin was at a complete loss for words.

"So how was your day like," Batman finally whispered after several long minutes. It was a statement, not a question. Robin wanted to laugh. Here was Batman in this odd position, and he wanted to make small-talk! Robin didn't reply. He couldn't. Batman finally looked up and caught his expression. He smiled wryly, "I guess you don't know what to make of this. Tell me, what do you feel when you look at these snapshots?" He nodded upwards at the monitors. Where DID they come from anyway, and in poses like that?

"Umm...," Robin hesitated as he looked up at the monitors again. "Somewhat turned on I guess."

Batman only nodded and leaned on the table, putting his face in his gloved hands again. Shit, the guy looked like a mess. Robin had seen him come home bruised and broken and bloodied after a big fight and never looked as beaten as he did now. Obviously it must have had something to do with the Catwoman, from these monitors, but he was stumped as to what could've happened.

"So... do you want to talk about it?" he asked hesitantingly, not entirely certain if he wanted to know. Batman didn't reply but only threw a newspaper at him. Puzzled, Robin unfolded it and gasped at the headline:

DARK KNIGHT HUMBLED BY HIS SWORD

"What the hell..." his voice trailed off as he saw the photo of Batman tied down to a table, with a blurred dot over where his penis was. The article stated that he was found this way by the police and he refused to comment on what had happened, an only left immediately after he was untied. He looked up at the monitors and he was beginning to get an idea of what had happened, twisted as it was. Surely it couldn't be.... he looked down at the newspaper again and at the photo of Batman in his shame.

"I'm going to pay back that bitch big time," Batman growled in a low voice. "Oh how I'm going to pay her for this. That fucking BITCH!" his voice raised with each word he spat out. There was a loud crack and he seemed to snap out of his fury and realized that he had broken the keyboard as his fist slammed down on the table. He looked around as if finally aware of where he was for the first time. He looked at Robin, then down at his tight suit and at the wet spot. "Ahem," he cleared his throat. "I have to go and change now."

Robin could only nod warily as Batman's huge body rose out of the chair and headed for the Bat-closet. Minutes later, he came out in a new clean shiny gray tight costume. However, Robin noticed that this was a different kind, as it looked smoother and shinier than the old one. He realized that this one was rubberized lycra, stretching over every muscle, revealing every tone. He also had a large bulge growing inside his black shiny trunks.

Batman headed to the Batmobile and hopped in. He looked over at Robin and waited. Robin started as he realized that Batman was waiting for him. As he hopped into the car, glad to be in action, although feeling somewhat uneasy at the same time. "So, uh, where are we going?"

Batman smiled cryptically. "We're going hunting."

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Hours passed and it was night again over the tall city of Gotham. Robin could also notice that there was a distinct change in Batman's behaviour. As they took down criminals, Batman was more fierce and aggressive than ever. He was even afraid that he'd kill someone. Finally as they sat on a ledge on a high-reaching tower, Robin glanced over at Batman squatting next to him, looking like a shiny liquid statue in the moonlight. He hesitated again. But he knew he had to say it.

"Batman, I think that whatever Catwoman did to you, it's not worth this."

Batman said nothing for several long moments. Finally he turned his head slowly to Robin. "Why, whatever do you mean," he said calmly. Again, a statement, not a question.

Robin swallowed hard as Batman's empty eyes seemed to stare through him. "Well, you're more... uh... intense than before. Hell you even broke someone's legs while all he did was shoplift! You also came pretty damn close to breaking someone's spine too. You're lucky enough that Commissioner Gordon tolerates you, but he sure as hell won't if you kill someone. Don't turn them into enemies for fuck's sake," Robin blurted out, and winced as Batman stared at him expressionlessly.

Batman stared at him for several long minutes. He was so still that Robin thought that he had somehow turned into a shiny statue. He couldn't even see him breathing.

Finally Batman nodded and Robin let out his breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding. "Yes... that's true... thank you. That must be what Catwoman was planning all along," he murmured to himself. Robin wasn't sure what he meant, but he was sure he got through to him. Batman growled and slammed a fist into his hand. "THAT'S what she was up to! Don't you see... she was trying to turn me into a monster and turn the police against me... and she nearly succeeded!" he went on. Robin could only nod uncomprehendingly. Suddenly the tower clock boomed overhead as midnight arrived. Batman sprang into action, "Come on, let's go!"

Several minutes passed as they leaped across buildings to the seedier part of the city until they a warehouse near the docks. Robin scanned the area but couldn't see anyone or anything moving. "What are we doing here?" he whispered quietly.

"There was a ship an hour ago carrying valuable museum artifacts and they unloaded it into this warehouse. They came from Egypt with lots of feline figurines... guess who'll want to steal a few?"

Robin nearly groaned inwardly. He sincerely hoped that Batman would be more gentle with the Catwoman than he did those poor fools earlier. If he lost it now... however, Batman didn't give him a chance to mull it over as he climbed up to the warehouse roof.

On top of the roof, they looked into the skylight. Sure enough, they spotted a shadowy figure moving from box to box, inspecting each one in turn. They waited until the figure was directly under the skylight then they jumped through the window with a loud crash.

Catwoman screeched as she jumped to the side away from the deadly falling glass and landed on the dusty floor ungracefully with a grunt. A liquidy shiny gray figure came out of nowhere and sat on top of her. She stared up in astonishment as Batman's masked face glared down at her. Then she slowly smiled, "Well... you got me again big boy. I guess it's the asylum for me again, huh?" she said sweetly.

Batman shook his head slowly and her smile faded. "Uh is this about last night? Hey don't take it so seriously, I was only just kidding around ya know?" she tried to smile, but Batman grabbed her arms with his gloved hands and leaned down and pressed his shiny smooth chest against her breasts and licked her lips with his wet tongue. She was aware of his hard thick cock pressing through his tights against her stomach. "What are you doing?" she gasped.

Batman's hooded head drew close to her ear. "Payback time," he whispere, his hot breath blew through her hood, tickling her ear. She tried to twist out from under him, but like last night, this only caused their bodies to slide against each other through the smooth spandex, tingling their skins.

Robin could only stare in astonishment at the two shiny bodies grinding against each other. What HAD happened last night? He was also uncomfortably aware that his own cock was growing hard and stiff inside his own tights. He began to slowly stroke it with his gloved hand. He gasped as his gloved hand slided over his bulge, shooting electric tingling into his balls, and he finally understood Batman's new costume. He also felt a flash of envy as he pressed down on the protesting Catwoman, grinding his body against hers.

Batman reached down and slowly tickled her mound through her shiny black catsuit with his gloved fingers. Despite her protestations and screams, she began to moan as his fingers probed between her legs, pressing into her cunt and sphincter.

Catwoman realized that she was enjoying this entirely too much and screamed again, pressing her legs tightly together. However, Batman's smooth gloved hands slid between her smooth thighs easily, and the sensation of his spandex-clad hand sliding between her spandex thighs sent jolts of pleasure waves through her and she nearly sobbed. No matter what she did, she only turned him on even more.

"Hey Robin, get over here and hold her down for a bit, ok?" Batman asked over his shoulder. Robin didn't need to be asked twice and went around in front of Batman. Looking down at her, he pondered how to hold her down while Batman was already on top of her. He shrugged and squatted down, straddling her face between his thighs and pressing his ass into her hooded head, ignoring her cries of indignation, trapping her arms under his knees. Her shiny breasts heaved deliciously as she struggled harder, her angry shouts muffled by Robin's smooth shiny green ass. As she struggled, they simply sat on top of her, enjoying her smooth body writhing against their groins. Finally Catwoman realized she was getting nowhere and collapsed and laid still.

Batman took the cue and stood up and took off his trunks, exposing his long hard cock through the hole in his gray shiny liquidy costume. Robin stared at him as he lowered himself down and pressed his hooded head between her legs. She tried to clasp her legs tightly together, but his head merely slid easily between her spandex-clad thighs until his nose pressed against her mound. Reaching into his utility belt for his Batarang, he used its razor-sharp edge to cut away at her tights over her cunt, until a small hole formed. He darted his long wet tongue between her labia, probing and tickling her folded flesh and clitoris with quick flicks of his tip.

As Batman probed and teased her, the Catwoman moaned and raised her hips, grinding her cunt into his hot mouth. She also began to slowly stroke Robin's legs and thighs with her gloved hands. She might as well play along and maybe they'd relax enough for her to literally slip free. She hadn't counted on Batman turning into a sex-maniac when she had him trapped last night; she'd only wanted to discredit him in front of his peers. Now here he was, hooded head between her legs, darting his tongue around her cunt, and on top of that, Robin's firm ass sitting on top of her face!

Robin sighed in pleasure as Catwoman's exploring hands slid up and down his legs. He slowly rocked back and forth on her face, her hot breath tingling his sphinter. Her gloved hand slid under his tight trunks and pressed into his ass, while her other hand slid across his bulge. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.

Batman's tongue probed into her vagina deeply, eagerly lapping at her flowing juices. She was wet enough for his liquidy fingers to slide into her cunt. He flicked his tongue across her clitoris until he could hear her panting loudly, on the verge of an orgasm. With a cruel smile, he stopped and pulled away. She screamed furiously as he did so, but with Robin's ass sitting on her face, they couldn't understand what she was trying to say, but they could make a pretty good guess. They waited until she stopped writhing and her screams slowed to a muffled sob, her orgasmic wave receding away, out of reach again.

Catwoman sighed bitterly. Payback time indeed. He was doing everything to her what she did to him last night. Even so, it wasn't fair... he was supposed to be the hero and she was the cruel villian for fuck's sake! She just wanted them to leave her alone. However, she felt gloved hands pulling her spandex thighs apart, and a large warm smooth body sliding between her thighs, and she felt something hard probing her cunt. She realized what she was up to and screamed again, and despite Robin's ass muffling her, her screams bounced off the walls, and she thrashed around again.

Batman pressed his body between her thrashing legs and plunged his hard torpedo into her wet tight cave and grinded into her labia hard and waited as her legs slid off his shiny gray body uselessly. He enjoyed her smooth legs sliding all over him, but he was growing irritated by her screams. "Find something to gag her with for fuck's sake," he growled.

Robin looked around and found nothing but boxes. "With what?" he asked.

Batman shrugged. "I don't know. Anything. Use your imagination, but just shut her up," he growled, still pressing into her body hard.

Robin thought about it then grinned. Still holding her arms down, he raised himself high enough to slide his trunks off, and his hard cock sprang out from between his shiny green legs. Looking down at her shiny black hooded head between his legs, he aimed his cock down and stuffed it into her mouth, trapping her head between his firm thighs so she couldn't look away. With his hard cock filling her mouth, her screams died down to a quiet strangled muffle. "Don't even THINK about biting, or I guarantee that we'll turn....violent." Robin growled threateningly as her teeth pressed down on his cock. She hesitated then nodded, jerking his cock as she did so. It was rather painful with his cock forced downwards while sitting in an upright position, so he took the excuse to lean down and pressed his body against hers, her firm breasts sliding against his stomach. Now his cock was comfortably inside her mouth. He also had an excellent view of Batman's cock spreading her labias open as Batman began to slowly rock back and forth, plunging his hard rod into her tight hole.

Batman threw back his head and basked in the pleasure of his hard cock buried in her warm depths with his shiny hips sliding between her legs. Robin's tongue darted out and flicked at her clitoris and the Catwoman groaned around his shaft. Her tongue began probing along his shaft and her mouth began to suck on it like a straw.

The Catwoman had finally surrundered herself to a world where nothing existed but sexual pleasure and she began to suck on Robin's cock in earnest, squeezing his green ass hard with her gloved fingers while his tongue flicked across her clitoris and her juices flowed around Batman's cock. She wrapped her legs around Batman's luscious shiny body, feeling every slip and slide of their bodies over hers, sending tingling jolts of sheer ecstasy.

As the Catwoman's legs wrapped around his firm waist, Batman knew that she was now theirs and pumped harder and faster, burying himself up to his balls with each thrust, his balls slapping against her loudly. Robin's gloved hands squeezed her ass and pressed into her tight spandex into her sphincter and she trembled.

Robin had stopped licking at her clitoris and lost himself in the sensation of his body sliding against hers and he could feel his balls starting to burn with internal heat. He rocked himself back and forth over her body, and the electric tingling sent him over the edge, and his balls exploded as white hot semen erupted into her wet velvety mouth, and she gasped as her throat filled with juicy male nectar, and swallowed as fast as she could. Robin's cock seemed to be alive and filled with its own energy as it spasmed inside her mouth, spurting more loads down her throat until her mouth filled up and a white drop trickled out the corner of her mouth. Finally after one last spurt, Robin's balls had emptied themselves and his body went limp against hers, letting her slowly nibble on his cock still buried in her mouth.

Batman stared down at Robin's limp form on top of Catwoman's as he continued to pump into her hot box. He slid his gloved hands up and down her black legs wrapped around his spandex-clad body. As he pumped, he was completely aware of the tightness of his own spandex, seeming to hug and caress every muscle of his body with each thrust, and he loved it. The spandex seemed to squeeze his ass like a lover, and his breath came out in agonized pants and held off from orgasming since he was enjoying this far too much.

Several minutes of hard and furious pumping had passed and Robin's cock was hard again, and slid against the back of Catwoman's loving throat. Robin looked up at Batman's hard shiny gray body and for the first time noticed what a great body he had, encased in that spandex.

Batman's hips started to tremble and he knew he couldn't hold back any further. With a howl, he exploded like a volcano, shooting loads of molten juice deep into her black spandex body, and he slammed his balls against her with each hard thrust. His spandex-enhanced orgasm was so intense it felt as if his soul itself was draining into her along with the white flow. Robin could see her juice mixing with his and it seemed as if her cunt was beginning to foam from the furious fucking. Finally Batman slowed to long and deep thrust as the last drop drained into her until his cock became too limp and fell out of her hot body.

"Get up, I need her mouth," Batman waved at her hooded head. Robin didn't argue and pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet plop and turned around and pressed his own body between her legs, his hard cock slipping between her white foamy labia and slid home, his own hips sliding against her spandex thighs and he sighed with deep pleasure as he began his own rocking, his cock sliding easily against her cum-coated cunt walls, banging his balls against her perineum.

The Catwoman was completely lost in an orgasmic world, only barely aware of Batman's filling her with hot cum and only barely aware of him pulling out and Robin entering her. She only wrapped her legs around his spandex-covered ass invitingly. A soft cock pressed against her mouth and she opened her mouth to let it in and slowly nibbled and sucked on it as Batman sat on her face.

With his cock buried in the Catwoman's mouth, Batman started to play with her breasts and nipples with his gloved hands and watched Robin's lean and firm body pound into her juicy cunt. Thanks to the caressing touch of his tight gray costume and the sensation of her nose poking into his ass and her hot mouth sucking on his maleness, he was soon hard again as his rod filled her mouth. He let her lick and suck on it while watching Robin pound her oozing cunt before pulling out and standing up like a gleaming shiny statue.

Robin looked up at him and he nodded down at her ass. Robin nodded and pulled the Catwoman up as he laid down on his back and pulled her over on top of him, his dick still buried deep in her. Lost in her world, she was like a limp sex-starved doll.

Batman stared down at her ass for a moment. His cum had oozed out from around Robin's cock and lined her anus, lubricating it. He pressed his cock next to Robin's cock and let the juice flow over his shaft before guiding his glans to point at her sphincter. As he pressed into her shiny ass, sliding into her backdoors, the Catwoman seemed to wake up and realize what he was doing and once again began to yell and thrash. However, sandwiched she was between their two firm bodies, there wasn't much she could do and went limp again, letting their pressing bodies sliding against hers. As Batman pulled out and pushed in slowly, she even began rocking in rhythm, apparently enjoying this as well. His shiny rippling body pounded harder into her, and soon Batman and Robin were pumping away with wild abandon like two sex animals. The Catwoman screamed, not angrily, but from pleasure now, as two strong bodies grinded against and into her. She pressed herself down into Robin's body hungrily, kissing and tonguing him fiercly, and he responded eagerly, grinding his mouth into hers, tasting the mix of her saliva and his own semen. He eagerly squeezed her body with his gloved hands. Soon enough after intense fucking, he could feel his balls starting to boil once again. His pumping turned into long and deep thrusts while he fondled her body with his gloved hands. The boiling sensation had spread to his belly, and finally exploded with an earth-shattering orgasm as he exploded inside her, his cum shooting inside her to mix with her and Batman's potent juices.

Batman leaned upright on his knees, looking down and watching as Robin's slick cock sliding in and out, creating more white foam around the ring where her cunt was sealed around his cock. Robin's hips and thighs continued to spasm as he kept coming into her until his last drop was coaxed out of him. As Robin continued to pump until his cock was too limp to stay inside, the Catwoman explored his mouth her wet tongue.

As Batman stroked deeply into her, he watched the way her shiny spandex-covered ass rippled each time his balls slammed into her perineum and judging from the way his own spandex tights seemed to lovingly hug him, he was sure her own tights were driving her wild. Panting heavily, he let himself fall forward onto her back, and she was completely sandwiched between two firm shiny spandex bodies, with her ass deliciously spread by Batman's hard cock. Batman could feel his own orgasm rising up and instead of fighting it, he rejoiced in it, letting it rush over him and he exploded, filling her ass with white sticky cum.

The Catwoman moaned with pleasure and lust from being filled with so much cum and stroked by so much spandex by such firm and delicious bodies. Too bad they had to be her enemies, as she was having so much fun. As she felt Batman creaming into her, she could feel that her own orgasm wasn't far off.

Batman had thrusted with long strokes until he was completely spent, once again feeling as if his soul was drained into her. He felt her hips beginning to tremble and he knew she was nearing orgasm. He hurriedly pulled out his now-limp cock and pulled her off Robin.

"Hey what's the big fucking idea?" Catwoman exclaimed at Batman's rudeness. To her dismay, with both cocks out of her and her lying by herself, she could feel her orgasm beginning to ebb away. "Fuck you bastard! Make me cum!" she wailed as she thrashed under Batman's strong arms and body.

Batman grinned down at her as he tied her with rope from utility belt then stood up to examine her cum-filled body. "I told you, payback time," Batman growled then turned away.

Her eyes widening in horror at Batman's retreating figure as her tight black spandex caressed her back to the point of orgasm but never pushing her over. "Oh come on, I was just playing with you last night. Come on, don't leave me like this, you're supposed to be the fucking HERO YOU BASTARD!" her voice rose in pitch with each word until it was a shrill. Batman ignored her and vanished outside the warehouse.

She looked imploringly over at Robin who was studying her curiously. He seemed to nod to himself, satisfied as if some question was finally answered and turned around too. "Where the fuck do you think you're going you fucking bat-boy? Act like a man not some fucking spoiled brat!" she screamed at him.

Robin tensed at the stinging words. Then he grinned at her nastily. "Maybe next time, we just MIGHT have pity on you, huh?" He laughed at the horrified look on her face. He was still laughing as he left the warehouse with the Catwoman still tied up and trapped on the eternal edge of orgasm until someone came to free her. Oh yeah that's right... he really must remember to call the police or something to come pick her up in the morning. If he forgot, then surely the sailor would find her eventually... he chuckled to himself again and followed Batman back to the Batmobile.