The more Damian talked, the more the fantasy replayed its self in Cassandra’s mind. In her mind’s eye, she wore a black catsuit and a mad scientist white lab coat and wielded a nuclear reactor powered cattleprod. Everytime Damian spoke she saw herself jamming the sparking nightmare into his testicales, anus and mouth while giggling. Cassandra was sure such fantasies were wrong, but was not concerned about becoming like her father since the seed of the idea was given to her by Sensei Kate. Damian had gone off on Kate about only being here because HIS FATHER ordered it and he saw no reason to help her. Kate responded by pointing out how much of Bruce’s temperament came from his mother and how much of a Kane Bruce really was. Since Martha’s younger brother had joined the army the lion’s share of the Kane legacy had gone to her and then to Bruce and Damian was living on the spoils of the Kane’s works, just like her. Since Martha’s brother was her father that made Bruce her first cousin. That made Damian her younger cousin. Bruce wouldn’t mind her disciplining him for disrespecting family… and one of her friends from the Gays in uniform community was serving as a senior officer on a US Navy Nuclear Ballistic Missile Submarine and would love to hook up a cattleprod to the nuclear power plant on the boat. Damian challenged her and she pointed to a picture on her apartment wall of her at a wedding where a man in an Air Force uniform was marrying a man in a Navy Uniform, a navy uniform with a Submarine badge on the chest and all of the best men and maids of honor were wearing black leather or uniforms.
Somehow the idea of serving Sensei Kat or Sensei Selina was rather… stimulating to her. The idea of Sensei Kat in her skin tight Batwoman gear directing the catsuit and lab coat clad Cassandra in her punishing of Damian left her with a warm tingle in her womanhood.
“Any movement on the north side Batgirl?” Kat’s voice brought Cassandra back to reality.
“Negative human movement,” Batgirl spoke in her precise and deliberate manor, “large amounts of rodents moving in target area.”
“Ignore the insignificant…” Damian started.
“Please elaborate,” Kate cut the boy off.
“Cannot confirm,” Batgirl codified, “Rodents appear to be pulling objects from the dumpster. Possible the rodents are removing material from the lab via the dumpster?”
“Robin,” Kate’s voice conveyed the tone of authority, “Move to Batgirl’s area and start rat catching while she provides overwatch. Batgirl keep an eye out for anything else happening.”
*
Dick was helpless and he was enjoying it, Barbara had him tied to a bench and was sodimizing him while masturbating him with her rubber strapon and rubber gloves. He didn’t realize the harness held vibrators in Barbara’s pussy and anus and that she was riding him into orgasm after orgasm too.
*
Bruce found the needed items laid out in his bathroom, as if Selina had told Alfred what to do. Bruce looked at the box Selina had handed him before he dropped her off at her building. He opened it and it was a small steel buttplug. On the counter were the condoms, the enema kit and the rubber gloves.
Bruce couldn’t help himself now, somehow Selina’s words were thundering in his head.
“If you love me, you will wear this under your suit tonight.”
Bruce proceeded to get a set of black rubber Bermuda shorts and started undressing. He knew that Selina had him under her spell, and try as he might to resist, it always ended up with him playing along with her kinky games.
*
Selina watched as her kitten scrambled from one foot to the other. She was playing a form of twister, but this one made them scramble from one body part to another or to a particular piece of dungeon furniture and the last ones there got shocks form remote electrified nipple clips and clit clamps.
Selina spun the board again.
“Bed. Three, two, one!” Selina called.
*
Jason sat on the bed looking at the burns on his hands. He felt that something was wrong. But he couldn’t pin it down. Something was just off. It was like maybe he was living on borrowed time?Jason went and put some more burn cream on his face and hands. He needed to make a new hood cowl, maybe something thicker and stronger, more helmet like was in order.
*
Dawn was already hours past. Selina felt one of her kittens drooling on her naked tummy. She opened her eyes and craned her neck, of course it was Harley. Selina reached for the remote and poked the button assigned to Harley’s frequency. The blonde let out a hyena like yelp. Selina started getting herself free of the bed cluttered with human catgirls. She made her way to the kitchen and started a cup of coffee. Selina opened up her laptop and brought up Master PC 3.0.
Selina fixed her coffee with one hand and typed in the name she knew for the Huntress with the other.