splotch wrote: Sirens of Gotham, Part 1 by splotch
This is a fan comic using characters from the DC comic universe. I got the idea from series Gotham City Sirens, which had a lot of sexual undertones, but never goes all the way... which is where i stepped in. More parts to come soon.
Selina dove, her body twisting in the warm night air. The moonlight reflected off her black leather suit. She leaped across the gaping void between two towering buildings, a jump almost no other human in the world could make. She landed rolling, coming to a stop in a crouch, then starting into a run. Every muscle in her perfectly toned body worked in perfect unison, sending her flying across the skyline. Her tight costume clung to every inch of her, supporting her huge chest and outlining her curvaceous rear. She traveled across rooftops in a manner no other human alive could. But, she was more then just a human: she was Catwoman.
Finally, after more daring acrobatics, she arrived at her destination. Through the usual means a contact had reached her about a job she could not pass up: a heist for three million in rare jewels. She had been trying to play it straight lately, but could not pass up that much cash. Besides: after this she'd have enough money to never do a heist again.
She sauntered up to the skylight. Her every movement portrayed confidence and femininity, she moved across the rooftop like a debutant. Peering down into the dark room she scanned every visible inch. Nothing seemed amiss, so she entered in her own fashion. With a slash from her clawed gloves she destroyed the lock on the window. lifting it slowly, she slid under, dropping into the room without a sound.
The second she hit the floor flood lights came on, blinding her. Catwoman, realizing it was a trap, raised an arm to block the light and pulled her bullwhip from her waist, prepared for danger.
"what's up pussycat?" a nasally jersey girl voice came from behind her. Catwoman wheeled around just in time to receive a devastating blow from an over-sized, cartoonish sledge hammer. the blow caught Catwoman on her chin, sending her to the ground with a bone jarring thud. She looked at her attacker, a lean, lanky woman in a red and black checker board costume, with mime makeup over her face, holding the hammer over her shoulder in a cocky, vaguely silly pose.
"Harley Quinn.." Catwoman hissed. The insane clown girl was an incredibly athlete, Catwoman's equal in acrobatics. Still, Catwoman had little doubt that she could dispatch the mad gymnast.
"how's it hanging kitty kat?" Harley sneered, her voice so annoying it enraged Catwoman even more then the attack. Catwoman leaped to attack, her bullwhip cracking, claws extended. But, in mid lunge something snagged her foot. She dropped to the ground hard. She turned and saw a vine wrapped around her leg, moving as though it had a mind of it's own.
"let me guess... Ivy.." Catwoman said.
"i guess I'm a little obvious sometimes." a low, sultry voice said in almost whisper. A figure emerged from the shadows, riding a giant vine. Poison Ivy was short, barely five two with an hourglass figure. she was nude, her bare green skin draped in leaves. Her bright red hair flowed around her round, nymph like face.
Catwoman now felt a tinge of fear: either of these femme fatales she could handle individually, but both? still, she wasn't about to give up. Reaching down she slashed the vine holding her foot, freeing her leg.
"no!" Ivy screamed. Her obsession with plants was the basis of her psychosis. Seeing plants harmed drove her over the edge.
Catwoman rose to her feet just as Harley struck, launching a fury of kicks. Catwoman dodged gracefully, Catching a leg and slashing out with her clawed hand, cutting Harley's arm. From behind her a barrage of vines, thick heavy mutated plants all controlled by Ivy launched at her, catching her around the waist. She struggled madly, but soon each of her limbs was gripped tightly. She was lifted helplessly into the air spread eagle, thrashing violently. Ivy and Harley stood in front of her with a shared sadistic grin.
"Remember that heist three months ago? Where we all threw in against the mob, stealing thousands?" Ivy said, circling her bound woman gracefully on her bare feet.
"And remember how you cut out on us and almost got us popped?" Harley said, hopping closer to Catwoman. Both women stood inches from her now, totally confident.
"it wasn't like that" catwoman said. Actually, that's exactly how it had gone down.
"well, Harley and I decided that wasn't fair" Ivy cut her off. "and set this little trap her to teach you a lesson." Ivy said, grabbing Catwoman roughly by the cheeks. Catwoman's face clenched with rage as she continued to gyrate violently, trying to get loose. No one man handled Selina Kyle against her will!
"if you're going to torture me just do it!" Catwoman said defiantly.
"oh, we're not gonna rough you up kitty!" Harley said. "we do that all the time! We decided to get a more creative this time!"
"yes, we've got plans for you..." Ivy said, grinning even more.
"what are you..." Catwoman started, but was silenced by her opponents confusing actions. Ivy undid the clasp under Catwoman's chin, and pulled her mask off. Selina's long, black hair poured from her mask, her rounded, full face becoming completely revealed. At the same time Harley grabbed the zipper that ran down the front of Catwoman's full body leather costume and pulled it down, revealing Selina's bra strap, bare toned stomach and the top frills of her panties.
Catwoman tried to pull away violently, struggling with all her might. She thought she was prepared for anything but this took her completely by surprise. vines grabbed the collar of her costume and pulled it back. sliding it down her shoulder, over her legs and down off her feet, taking her high heeled boots with it.
Moments ago she had been Catwoman: an indomitable super villain. Now she was Selina Kyle, wearing nothing but her underwear, bound helplessly. Completely helpless, totally confined. Still: Selina had been seen nude before, she was a mature adult. she wasn't about to break down like a child with embarrassment.
"wow, check the ta-ta's on Cat lady!" Harley exclaimed, poking Selina's cleavage with a finger. Selina flinched away.
"i don't know, i can't really see them..." Ivy said, holding her chin as though she was studying an art piece.
"gotcha!" Harley said. She grasped the front of Selina's bra and pulled it away, ripping it off her body. Selina's DD breasts poured out, her large nipples rising up to the cold air.
"oh, those are quite nice." Ivy said, licking her lips. Selina shudder involuntarily. Her struggles now just caused her bared breasts to shake madly.
"ooh, she doesn't look to happy." Ivy said with mock concern.
"Let's help her get comfy!" Harley said.
"yes, why don't you release her of those drab undergarments." Selina almost pointed out that her "drab undergarments" were three hundred dollars from Victoria secret, but decided against it. Harley crept up behind Selina and gripped the hum of her underwear. Selina closed her eyes, expecting to feel them slide down her legs. Instead Harley yanked upwards violently, driving the fabric between her butt cheeks. Selina was so surprised she screamed, a high pitch piercing yelp.
"look red, wedgie!" Harley said with a laugh, yanking it up higher. Selina moaned again: the fabric wedged up her fine behind, rubbing against her vagina just felt so invasive!
"Harley, don't be so grade school." Ivy said. Harley frowned, disappointed no one like her joke. Then, without warning she ripped the panties down, leaving Selina Kyle completely naked, her legs held apart, ensuring nothing was concealed.
"wow red, look at this butt!" Harley gave it a pinch. "it's huge!" Selina's bubble butt was quite large, it's pale cheeks quivering defenselessly.
"what was that Harley? i was... distracted..." Ivy was staring hungrily at Selina's bare crotch. Selina had long had suspicion's about Ivy sexual orientations, which were now verified. She was disgusted as the vines wrapped around her bare legs started to crawl towards her crotch, obeying Ivy's subconscious thoughts. The very possibility made Selina's stomach drop.
Harley walked around to Selina's front, apparently bored with mocking and prodding her backside.
"WHOA, someone shaved their kitty!" Selina's pride was giving way to her embarrassment. she had wanted to remain unaffected by their attempts to humiliate her, but two women staring at her bare, hairless vagina, studying her exposed lips was too much. Her face flushed bright red, her eyes began to water.
"man, she's white as a ghost!" Harley said, studying Selina's form. It was true, Selina was a city girl, she never got much sun. As a result she was so pale she glowed. A minor flaw, but still something she didn't like an adversary to point out about her.
"excepts her cheeks." Ivy said, looking at Selina's face with amusement. Selina was even more embarrassed that her weakness was being pointed out.
"alright girls, you've had your fun, now let me go!" Selina demanded.
"oh, we've had our fun, that's true..." Ivy said.
"but there's some other folks who are gonna have fun with you tonight!" Harley giggled.
"what are you..." Selina started to speak, but Harley sprayed some aresol in her face, causing her to loose consciousness. The last thing she heard was both women laughing, then the darkness took her....
splotch wrote: Sirens of Gotham, Part 2 by splotch
Selina awoke, instantly alert to her surroundings. She opened her eyes: she was falling! A normal person would instantly panic in this situation. Selina's instincts were well trained though. She twisted in the air, landing on her feet without any damage. She surveyed her surroundings. She was in the courtyard of an obviously wealthy household. Roman statues lined the walkway, a tall wall surrounded it. The place looked familiar, but she couldn't place it.
A cold breeze ran over her body, making her shiver. She crossed her arms over her torso to warm herself and was surprised to graze bare nipples with her hands. Confused, she looked down: she was naked! Instantly, the events of the evening came back to her: the ambush of Ivy and Harley, being stripped and then rendered unconscious. What was their game? where was she now?
"Oya, Oya!" a voice called loudly from above. She turned around: on the top of the wall Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. Obviously they had thrown her from there. Harley had a mega phone in front of her face.
"come on come all for the show of a lifetime!" she yelled, mimicking a ringmaster. Suddenly, from all directions people flooded. They were all men in black suits: Italian features, all armed with guns of every sort, some holding vicious looking dogs on leases.
Selina looked around her in shock, then looked down at herself. She nude form was totally exposed to dozens of anonymous men. She noticed that "cat" was written over her right breast, "woman" over the left, and Meow! in a half circle over her bare, shaven crotch. Unknown to her whiskers had also been drawn on each cheek.
She stood frozen, for once in her life her alert mind totally overwhelmed. The men were alert, ready to fight for when they initially appeared. Then, for a moment they all seemed just as confused as Selina.
Selina broke the silence.
"AHHH!" she screamed loudly, throwing her hands over her genitals. Her face flushed as she tried to contain her large, unwieldy breasts with one hand while throwing the other her crotch. She leaned forward, trying to hide as much of body as she could, crossing one leg over the other.
The guards finally reacted. The shock broke, and they all burst out laughing at the ridiculous site of this beautiful, high class woman naked, covering herself like a frightened child. they hollered and pointed, comment to each other while Selina stood frozen in place. Some pulled out camera phones and started taking pictures and videos.
Suddenly a silhouette filled the doorway of the house. The presence silenced all the guards instantly. Selina looked up at them: it was a well dressed man with gray hair. She instantly recognized them as Don Ciolli, head of the mob in Gotham city, whom she had robbed with Harley and Ivy weeks before, before stealing their shares of the loot.
"so... the famous cat woman... unmasked and more..." he said with a huge grin. his men chuckled. "everything i was hoping for..."
"Well, we did our part!" Harley yelled through the amplifier in her hand.
"indeed you did!" the don said happily. "I'll happily cancel the price on your head in exchange for bringing me this skinned cat." Selina looked between the Don and The Two women on the wall, then back again.
"well Catwoman, I guess this is goodbye" Ivy said, blowing a kiss at Selina. "i'm sure you'll have a busy night keeping all these big strong men entertained."
"ta-ta toots!" Harley smiled and waved, then both women disappeared. Selina watched them disappear, cursing them in her mind. The guards all circled around her, guns pointed.
"wait, wait" the Don said. "i want her alive: no guns. I'm going to tame this alley cat, keep her as entertainment here at my house to pay off her debt to the family" Selina looked up at him, terrified. She knew that, if captured she would be subject to a fate worse then death as a slave to this sadistic mobster. She backed away, frightened.
Suddenly, the nearest thug moved from behind, grabbing at her. He caught Selina roughly around her middle, pinning both arms at her side. He lifted her feet off the ground. Selina kicked madly, much to the delight of the crowd watching. she thrashed back and forth, her breasts swinging wildly. Out of pure panic she threw her head back, breaking the man's nose. He dropped her, grabbing his face. Selina landed on her bare butt with a plop, her legs spread in front of her. She threw her hands over her exposed crotch again.
Now, three more guards ran at her. She scrambled to her feet, her bare heels slapping against the ground. She held her hands over her crotch as she scrambled away, unable to conceal her jiggling breasts or bare butt. She ran with no destination in mind, just the feeble hope of escape. She reached the wall: it towered thirty feet tall: she had no way to get up it without her clawed gloves. She pressed her back to it, her eyes wide with panic. The three closed in, she lashed out like a cornered animal: kicking the nearest one in the face, knocking him flat. She could normally have easily fought them all off but she was using her hands to try to conceal herself, fighting scared, with none of her skill. The second man grabbed at her. She threw another kick, but it was obvious and had no power behind it. he caught her foot easily. Off balance from her leg being held up Selina flailed wildly, trying to keep her balance. Her bare crotch was spread wide to all. her bare foot slipped on the ground, causing her to fall on her back.
The man began dragging her towards the others, her bare back and butt scraping on the rough, filthy concrete. Selina flailed madly, trying to catch a hold of something, kicking her legs to shake loose. Eventually her smooth ankle, slick with sweat proved too difficult to hold and she pulled her foot free. the man turned to her, to grab her again but Selina shot her leg out, catching him square between the legs. The man clutched his injured crotch and fell to his knees. Selina rose and leapt too the man's shoulders, using him as a spring board, jumping over him and catching a pillar that lay behind him. The pillar was too wide too grip so Selina was forced to wrap her arms and legs around it to not slip. The men laughed and cheered at the almost cartoony site of a nude woman wrapped around a giant phallic pole, her bare ass totally exposed, shaking in the wind, cheeks slightly spread, her asshole just barely peeking out.
Selina was all too aware of the site she was presenting but she had to get over the wall, dignity be damned. she began shimming up the pole, trying to get higher.
"stop laughing you fools, she's getting away!" the Don yelled. "shot her in the leg, bring her down!" the men, seeing that Selina was almost over the wall stopped laughing and began firing. The shots hit all around Selina, only by luck and the awkward angle did she remain unscathed. Selina barley noticed however. Her acsent was having an unexpected side effect. As she climbed her bare vagina was being rubbed against the smooth marble pillar, her being stimulated. She almost forgot where she was, thrusting her hips against the rounded surface, her jucies flowing. The shots around her rosed her from her stimulation, she looked over at the wall. She was parallel with the top, pretty much free. She leapt from her perch to the top of the wall, almost missing the jump due to her shaky, legs. Only adrenilane carried her.
she landed awkwardly on her bare feet and peered over the edge. She jumped to a nearby tree, scrapping her nude body on it's rough bark. climbing down it quickly she took off running in the woods.
Selina could barley think. She was full of emotions: humiliation, adrenaline, fear and most of all sexual excitement. As she ran the cool night air blew over her erect nipples, her thighs rubbed together, her jucies running down them. She couldn't believe how much this was exciting her: it wasn't just the pole, it was the nudity, the danger. There had always been a secret sexuality to her Catwoman persona, running around in a leather bondage suit. This was that coming full circle. She desperately wanted to stop running and pleasure herself: here, completely exposed.
But she knew she had to escape: the Don's guards would find her soon, she needed somewhere to hide. But where? the Don's house was isolated in the woods that were scattered with mansions north of Gotham. She ran through the woods aimlessly, haunted by the distant sound of dogs and voices searching behind her. Her feet were scrapped raw, the bushes scratching at her legs, tangling her hair.
Eventually she saw a distant light. She ran towards it, eager to be out of these woods. She reached a towering castle of a house she instantly recognized: Wayne manor, home of millionaire Bruce Wayne. She had dated Wayne in the past, eventually growing bored and leaving him. She almost ran in the front door but stopped in her tracks: the front of the house was lined with Limos. Damn, he was throwing a party! If it had just been him and his butler she could have bared the humiliation, but she couldn't allow Gotham's elite to see her, Selina Kyle, the haunty and mysterious debutant naked as the day she was born. She'd be ruined!
But, she couldn't stay outside either: the Don's men were sure to find her. She decided the best course of action would be to sneak in a side entrance, try to find something to wear. She daintily tip toed until she found a low window. Carefully she pried it open and slipped over the ledge inside.
The room was pitch black. She could hear far off voices of the party, but it seemed this room was unoccupied. She inched forward stealthy, waiting for her eyes to adjust.
Suddenly the doors swung open. Selina froze in place, utterly stupefied.
"and now I'd like to show you all the newly remolded ballroom!" Bruce Wayne's voice bellowed through the hall. he threw on the lights, expecting to present a pristine vacant hall, lined with ornate statues. Instead he and the crowd were greeted by A naked filthy, terrified looking naked woman.
Selina stood frozen in the center of the room. There was nowhere to hide, nothing to conceal anything. The crowd stared at her. her pale, fine skin was smeared with mud, raw with cuts. There was smeared writing over her exposed, perfect, erect orbs. Her hair was almost standing on end, flopped over her face. There was a plainly visible streak of fluid running off her clean shaven bare pussy.
"...Selina?" Bruce finally broke the silence. he almost didn't recognize her.
Selina looked at him, wide eyed. Then she shrieked, threw her hands over her body, locking her knees together. Quickly Bruce put his coat over her, Alfred bringing her clothes. But, it was too late: she knew she was ruined, she could never show her face again, as Catwoman or Selina Kyle now. She wasn't the type to give up, but these humiliations were too much for her.
Three days later, in a huge abandoned greenhouse, filled with plants Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy drink to their success. The wall was covered in Tabloid photo's and articles. Someone at the party had snapped some pictures of Selina which soon were on the cover of every trashy magazine in Gotham (censored, of course). The pictures were hysterical, nothing more priceless to the pair then the look of pure mortification on their enemies face. Most of the articles implied that Selina Kyle had crashed a Wayne charity fund raiser, nude, probably drunk or on drugs, raising a scene. Some thought she must have wandered over from a wild sex party at the known mob boss next door.
"you know Harley..." Ivy sipped her champagne, lounging on a chair shaped from a living tree. "...this worked pretty well."
"yeah red, i doubt we'll have any problem's with that kitty any time soon!" Harley said happily.
"exactly! which got me thinking, maybe we should try this with more of our enemies..."
"what do you mean red?" Harley asked. Ivy stood, the gears in her head turning.
"i mean, if someone like Catwoman could be stripped and humiliated so easily, imagine how well it would work with those prissy super heroines."
"yeah red, yeah!" Harley said, the obvious finally donning on her. "so what's the plan?"
"well, tomorrow we should make some calls, tell the other villains out there about this..." Both women looked at each other and laughed at the malicious possibilities.
....the end?