Repost: The Hunt & The Kill by Grrl Friends
mik...@my-deja.com
that this group has been so underused lately. My thanks to you, Yenoc,
for starting this, and if you're looking for an old story just ask me
and I may have it.
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The Hunt and the Kill
by the Grrrl Friends
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Catwoman enters the hall. Everyone's head turns to her. She is a
striking
woman, her body clad in a tight fitting shiny, black bodysuit. The
partygoers look into her face. They cannot see her face for her mask,
but
they focus on her piercing blue eyes. She slinks about the room, her
eyes
fixing on everyone's face in turn. She says nothing, all the while
dragging
her whip behind her.
She approaching the buffet table, where an ice sculpture sits as its
center-piece. Without warning, she swings her whip over head and
unleashes
its power into the sculpture, cracking in two. The room is filled with
gasps. Catwoman then turns to everyone.
"The life of the party is here... so let's party. Everyone!
Party--now!!"
she shouts.
Everyone goes back to their business, though in fear of what else might
happen. Then, Batgirl enters the scene.
"Have you been spoiling everyone's fun again, Catwoman?" she shouts.
"Batgirl! I'm glad you were able to make it to our little soiree.
Hmmm... I
see you've dressed for the occasion, as always. My... who is your
tailor? I
love the way that suit hugs your body," Catwoman purrs.
"Always the fashion hound. Well, you'll like the fashion sense they have
at
the state pen -- all stripes."
"Batgirl... are you going to run me in? For shame. You don't have to
hurt
the one you love, you know."
"What are you talking about?"
"Catch me and find out."
With that, Catwoman swings her whip to the ceiling and catches it on a
light fixture. She rises, as though she is flying, into the air and
swings
across the room to the stairs door. Batgirl is hot on her trail.
The stairs lead to the roof. Batgirl bursts through the door and
searches
her Catwoman.
"Batgirl," says a voice from above and all around her. "I have you where
I
want you."
Batgirl sees Catwoman walking along the ledge, in her usual feline-like
way, singing.
"...on the catwalk -- on the catwalk; I do my turn on the catwalk; on
the
catwalk, I shake my little tush on the catwalk... Ah Batgirl! Glad you
could make it."
"It's over, Catwoman. Come quietly."
"Oh, I'll "come" but I can't promise I'll be quiet about it."
Catwoman jumps down to confront Batgirl. They pause and look at each
other.
Suddenly, Catwoman lunges at Batgirl, but misses.
"I'm not that easy, Catwoman."
"I'd rather not have you be easy about this. All this effort will just
make
you sweat more... become wetter."
"That pretty dirty talk, even for a bitch."
"Well, the bitch has an itch. Care to scratch it?"
Catwoman cartwheels across the roof and disappears out of sight. Batgirl
knows she's still around and never far away. She walks carefully across
the
roof, all the while quickly turning her head from one side to the other,
scanning the entire rooftop.
"You can run, Catwoman, but you can't hide."
"My, what a huntress you are. Of course, you're so dedicated to your
crime-fighting... and no time for a man. Poor thing."
"What I do with my life is my business."
"And a rebel, too. Come on Batgirl, you know we're alike: strong,
independent, rebellious... made for each other."
"You can purr all you want--"
"Mmmm... I purr only for you. Flutter your wings on me -- show me how a
bat
can thrill."
Batgirl turns to the voice, but she's too late -- a weight slams her to
the
roof. Batgirl looks up and sees Catwoman standing over her.
"Hmmm... talk about a babe in the woods. You should watch yourself more
carefully." Batgirl tries to get up but Catwoman falls upon her. They
wrestle, turning over again over, one on top and then the other. Batgirl
reaches out to grab Catwoman's throat, her fingers wrap around it,
pressing
into it. Catwoman forces her arms apart, loosening Batgirl's grip.
Catwoman
wraps her whip around Batgirl's throat and pins her down. Batgirl
struggles, but Catwoman has her firmly pinned, all her weight upon her
and
her whip stretched tightly across her throat.
"The cat's caught a rodent," says Catwoman, triumphantly.
"Bats are NOT rodents," shouts Batgirl, fighting Catwoman's hold on her,
but to no avail.
"Oh Batgirl, I love the way your body feels," Catwoman says as she
slowly
rubs herself against Batgirl, just as a cat would. "Mmmm... we should
get
together like this more often."
"Let me go!" Batgirl shouts as she struggles to break free. She could
see
Catwoman's face close to hers, her breath hot on her face.
"Poor thing. You just don't know what's good for you. Can't you see how
much I care?"
"What do you mean?"
"Silly girl, you can't see the obvious. Just lay still and feel my body
with yours. Feel how excited I am? Yes, I've been waiting for this
moment
for a long time. Feel the heat from my body; the heat from my sex. I can
feel yours."
Just then, Catwoman pushes her knee between Batgirl's legs. Batgirl
gasps.
"Mmmm... you are enjoying this. Good... you're hot -- as hot as I am. I
can
tell; I can feel your heat. You want something, and only I can give it
to
you."
Catwoman reaches down to touch Batgirl's inner thigh, lightly stroking
her
before pushing her hand against her crotch. Batgirl couldn't resist
anymore; she didn't want to. Catwoman pulls Batgirl up onto her knees.
Holding her high, Catwoman finds her way inside Batgirl's suit. She
reaches
deeper... deeper... into her. Batgirl cries out as she feels Catwoman's
fingers enter her. Catwoman leans forward, bringing her lips to
Batgirl's
nipples. Feeling them mold into the fabric of her outfit, Catwoman's
tongue
flicks at Batgirl's nipples. They are incredibly hard. Catwoman closes
her
teeth around them, slightly pinching them and causing a flash of pain
and
pleasure to spark through Batgirl's body. Batgirl cries out again, her
body
shivers with each one of Catwoman's thrusts; she absorbs every bit of
the
pleasure that is given to her. Gripping onto Catwoman's head, Batgirl
begins to buck her hips wildly, pounding herself into Catwoman's hand.
Soon, Batgirl lets out a scream as her body releases the tension that
was
building within her. Exhausted, she falls into Catwoman's arms.
"I can see you needed that," Catwoman says. "Can you still resist me?"
"How can I resist a bad girl?" Batgirl says as she presses her lips
against
Catwoman's, her tongue snaking inside her mouth.
"Then, let's not stop now," Catwoman purrs.
They get up and walk over to the rooftop patio nearby. Standing next to
a
huge cushioned chair, Catwoman and Batgirl begin to undress each other,
peeling her outfits from their bodies. They pause at their cowls, as if
wondering if they should remove them. Embracing Catwoman, Batgirl places
her finger tips underneath Catwoman's cowl. "I want to see you," she
says
as she slowly reveals her face. Catwoman then raises Batgirl's cowl.
"We'll
have no secrets," she says.
Batgirl lays Catwoman on the chair. She presses her hand against
Catwoman's
neck and runs it down her body, letting it travel over her breasts,
stomach, and thighs. She lowers herself onto Catwoman. They kiss again:
lips pulled, tongues tasted, teeth nibbled, hands explored. Batgirl
lowers
herself to Catwoman's heaving breasts, her lips and tongue dancing
around
her nipples. She seizes them with her lips and teeth and pulls on them.
Catwoman squeals.
Batgirl lowers herself to Catwoman's stomach, her tongue painting a
trail
of saliva over it. Lower... lower she goes, until she comes to
Catwoman's
pussy. Its fragrance fills her senses; its aroma intoxicating her.
Batgirl
lightly brushed her lips over Catwoman's pussy. Catwoman moans as
Batgirl
does this, her body aching with lust. "I want to eat out of your dish,"
Batgirl says as she surrounds Catwoman's pussy with her lips. She pushes
her tongue inside Catwoman, penetrating her. Catwoman moans continuously
as
Batgirl probes and tastes her. Batgirl runs her tongue through the
pussy,
down to the anus, pausing for a moment to circle it, and back to her
waiting pussy. Catwoman raises her hips, pushing herself higher, and
straining to catch Batgirl's tongue where she needs it. She begins to
slowly gyrate her hips.
Batgirl raises herself back to Catwoman's lips and presses her body
close
to her lover's. Her hand replaces her tongue, massaging and relentlessly
thrusting Catwoman's throbbing pussy. Batgirl pushes herself against
Catwoman's leg, riding up and down its length and she furiously fucks
her
quarry. Catwoman lets out loud, long groans as she begins to cum, her
hips
bucking furiously. At last, she lets out a single grunt, her body
tensing,
as she cums. Her body relaxes as Batgirl covers her with kisses.
Catwoman and Batgirl lie there for a few moments resting before Catwoman
rises, lays Batgirl at the foot of the chair, and straddles herself over
Batgirl's pelvis. She lifts Batgirl's left leg and places it over her
right. She moves her pussy closer to Batgirl's. Seeing this, an excited
Batgirl spreads her pussy with her fingers, bearing her erect clit.
Catwoman does the same and presses her clit into Batgirl's.
"Hello... kitty," whispers Catwoman, as she leans against the chair's
backrest and begins to grind herself into Batgirl's hot and soaking wet
pussy. Batgirl pulled on Catwoman's legs, pushing her pussy harder
against
hers. They fuck relentlessly for several minutes before Catwoman takes
the
handle of her whip and thrusts it inside Batgirl. Batgirl gasps and
quicks
her breathing. Feeling the handle of the whip penetrate deeper and
deeper,
Batgirl's groans turn to screams. Catwoman presses the other end of the
handle into her pussy, pushing it inside her. Catwoman thrusts her
pelvis,
pushing the handle with it, fucking Batgirl. Batgirl wraps her legs
around
Catwoman, capturing her. Catwoman drives herself harder. Batgirl seizes
Catwoman's hips, her fingernails scoring her skin, and pushes herself
harder into Catwoman. Their backs arch from the tension building between
them -- beads of sweat cover their skin, and the overpowering and
pungent
smell of their sexes fills the air. Catwoman and Batgirl scream as they
continue. Finally, with one last scream, they cum.
Catwoman falls upon Batgirl, the night's breeze cooling their bodies.
They
hold each other, until Catwoman kisses Batgirl and then gets off the
chair.
She grabs her clothes and prepares to leave.
"Wait!" Batgirl calls out. "You're leaving -- just like that?"
"A busy girl's got to run -- got things to do: things to trash and lives
to
wreck. My work is never done," Catwoman says. "We will always have this
night."
"But I want more."
"We'll have more, but we have to keep up appearances. What will people
think?"
"I don't care."
"Neither do I. The Cat and the Bat: that will get them talking."
"Will we--"
"Yes, we will. Just keep hunting me, I'm always available. Save a place
for
me on your motorcycle saddle... and on your *other* saddle."
Looking at Catwoman's naked sillouette, Batgirl sees her turn and run
into
the night. She doesn't chase her. As she dresses, Batgirl knows Catwoman
will be back... for more.
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