Catwoman tried and tried to stop herself but she couldn't do anything but literally skip down the museum floor out the doors to the main hall, pushing them open with a big, stupid grin on her face and triggering at least three alarms in the process. She skipped past a shocked security guard who dropped his coffee as he saw the busty brunette's braless tits jiggle out of the costume that was now zipped down past her navel. Selina tried to raise her hands to cover her painfully bouncy assets or take the agonizingly long scepter out of her tight asshole but could do nothing more than skip out the front door out onto the street.
She heard the guard's radio crackle behind her as she skipped out into the street, tits nearly hitting her in the face and the scepter wedging itself deeper and deeper into her sphincter with each girlish skip. There weren't many people walking out in front of the Museum at this time of night but enough of Gotham's night owls were on the streets to laugh and point at her, each one whipping out their phones and either talking to each other excitedly or catcalling Selina Kyle.
"Holy shit, is that the Catwoman?"
"Nice tits, honey!"
"What does she have shoved up her ass?"
Selina tried desperately to stop skipping or at least remove the stupid grin from her face but she couldn't.
"Freeze!" came the nervous cry of the guard behind her. Selina found herself turning around and skipping back towards the doors while all the people on the street laughed, hooted and took video with their phones. The guard got an eyeful of her bouncing boobs as she skipped back towards him with a dopey smile. She watched his eyes keep twitching between her tits and her face, the thief's fearsome reputation clearly warring with what he now saw on display. While he had his hand on his holstered gun, he clearly didn't want to take it out just yet. She skipped to within two feet of him and then stopped. Selina knew if she could just kick out his feet from under him and use her whip, she could still get off the streets fast enough to prevent a humiliating arrest by the police.
Unfortunately, her body didn't respond. Instead of her legs sweeping out in a graceful kick and her hand reaching for her whip, she heard her mouth open without her consent and saw her hand go to massage the guard's crotch.
"Like, Ohmigod, you totally caught me! I got this awesome scepter totally hidden in my slutty asshole!" she heard coming out of her mouth in the tone of a brainless airhead. "Will you, like, let me go if I suck your cock? Or maybe fuck my big fake titties?"
She fell to her knees and unzipped the guard's fly with a saucy wink, inwardly an inferno of rage at what was she was being made to say and do.
"Ooh! I know! Let me give you the Batman special! He, like, totally lets me get away whenever I do this!"
The fat, balding black guard's eyes bulged out of his head in shock as the sexy brunette fished his cock out of his pants. He feebly grabbed her head, gulping in a mixture of desire and anxiety.
"H-hey! Wait a minute! Stop that! Not out in pub- oh, fuck!"
The hand in Selina's short hair went from ineffectively pushing her away to grabbing a tight fistful of her hair as she started sucking the guard's cock for all she was worth . . . all while surrounded by a growing crowd of laughing and cheering Gothamites with their phones out.
"Holy shit! The slut's actually blowing him!"
"I always knew she was some overrated skank. Ugh! That's so gross!"
Her cheeks burned with shame and her asshole screamed as she bobbed back and forth on her knees, sucking off the guard with her eyes still looking big, empty and delighted. She felt the guard's cock harden and could taste his pre-cum just as the police arrived, sirens blaring. She braced her hands against the guard's knees and tried with all her strength to resist and run away . . .
Only to find herself pushing herself away and loudly squeaking "Cum! Cum on my big slut titties!" in a breathy, sex kitten purr just before wrapping her sore, sweaty mounds around the guard's dick. With a loud groan, the guard did just that, rope after rope of his jizm covering her fat tits, neck and chin.
"Freeze! Hands in the air! You are under- what the fuck?" came the voice of one stunned cop.
Selina stood up, cum and sweat dripping all over her body and her anus still screaming from the scepter violating her with each movement, then raised her hands and thrust out her chest.
"Don't take me in! I'll blow you too! I'll, like, totally blow all of you real good! Just like I do Batman!" she heard herself practically scream in a girly screech of fear.
"I am SO autotuning this!" she heard one nearby guy with his phone out mutter while grinning.
***
Zatanna sighed as she heard a knock on the door. The show had gone well tonight - Kansas City was always a great crowd - but she just wanted to go home, kick off her heels and relax in a giant bubble bath. As it was, she had her famously long and fishnet-clad legs resting on the desk of her make-up room as she reclined backwards in her seat.
"Who is it?" she sighed.
The door opened and a smiling, well-dressed man wandered in to her dressing room with a bouquet of roses.
"Miss Zatanna? My name is Bill Baxter. Mera tells me that you have a great many gifts that may prove useful to me."
Zatanna cocked her head and raised an eyebrow, swinging around out of her chair.
"Mera? How do you know Mera? And who do you think you are, barging into my dressing room like-"
The man made a "zip it" motion with his hand and Zatanna found her mouth clacking shut with an audible snap. She also found that she couldn't move a muscle. He took a brief sniff of the roses before casually tossing them in the garbage and closing the door behind him. He moved to stand next to her and laid a hand on one of her pale, trembling thighs.
"Now, now, is that any way for a huckster performance artist who wastes her abilities tarting around in fishnets to address royalty? Mera knows me as her Lord and Master and, as I've just said, my name is Bill Baxter. Of course, you will address me as "Master" as well . . . when I allow you to speak again, that is."
He slid a hand even further up her leg and gave her an evil smile.
"Now then - I think it's high time we got to know one another better . . ."
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