| He loved the feel of her tit, the way it completely filled his hand, the way it sprang back after he squeezed it. He felt her nipple stiffen a bit. Come on, you're going to do what I want, one way or the other. Either I get you to talk, or I get to play with you. Either way, I win. Fight me, and I get to win both ways. Placing his other hand between her parted thighs, he began rubbing her clit through the thin fabric of her costume. Catwoman twisted as far as her bonds would allow, but the lecherous lunatic simply let his hands move with her, allowing her no escape. | Looking at the madman's devastated half-face drove any shreds of desire from her mind, so her body was going to take a long time to respond to his ministrations. But she realized that he might change tactics at any time, might begin forced deep throat cartoons carving off fingers or toes. Better to head him off. I checked places with pairs or two's in their names. A customer at forced fuck the Second Chance Pawn and Coin shop said that he had seen you car heading this way. After that, I just followed the trail of noise complaints. You ought to get the mufflers on that thing fixed. Two face stopped his molestations abruptly. |
He had won. He always did. Looking with regret at his prisoner's body, he knew that the time had come. Her nipples erect condition was clearly visible through the filmy fabric of her top, and he could clearly see her swollen pussy lips traced in forced deep throat galleries profile between her legs. And was that a damp spot? Oh, but he wanted her, and he knew she could want him. But it was too late. She had decided to tell him something he really didn't care about. Well, since you're here alone, and I don't have to worry about you being followed, it's time. What do we do with you. said the split-faced psychotic. He held up the coin, large and silver. One face held a man's head, smooth and handsome. The other side also held a head, but the face of the coin was gouged and disfigured. What will it be. Life or death? If it falls one way, your life ends. If it falls the other, we let you go. Same deal that I give everybody.
Simple as that. Two-face eyed the incredible woman laying before him, and for the first time in years, he hoped that the coin would spare her. But it wasn't up to him. He tossed the coin and watched it tumble, watched it fall. It struck the table, bounced once, twice, and landed. on edge? It had managed to stick itself in a crack between two boards, and remained that way. Two face was stunned. This had never happened before. The only options he had allowed for, that he ever allowed for, were light and dark, life and death. But the coin had decided. He couldn't kill her, and he couldn't let her go. What did that leave? Eyeing her athletic form, he did something almost unheard of in his life. He chose a third option. Tossing the coin again, he observed the result and gestured to one of the ladies.
Catwoman could see now that they weren't identical. One was dressed in black silk and lace. The other wore forced deep throat cartoons black leather. It was the silken siren who he had gestured to. Sugar, it looks like the lady is going to be here for a while. Why don't you make her comfortable. I might want her later. Then again, I might not. So saying, he turned towards the door, collected the leather-clad lady, and left whistling something in forced sex two-two time. What's the matter, honey, Cat got your tongue? taunted the blond forced deep throat stories. Don't forced sex steal my lines. snapped Catwoman. Well, there's more than one way to skin a cat. Let me show you one of my favorites. she replied forced fuck with a wicked smile.
Quickly and efficiently, she peeled off the crimefighter's skin- tight suit, openly admiring the body forced deep throat porn it had barely concealed. Pulling the top over her prisoner's head, she got her first look at Catwoman's enormous breasts. Some clothes make a woman look larger, but Catwoman needed no such trappings. He bust was easily 0 inches, and still managed to support itself without benefit of a bra. Catwoman pulled at her bonds, trying to find a flaw in her forced deep throat comics iron and leather prison. She had had some pleasant times with Batgirl, and certainly wasn't a blushing virgin, but no woman enjoys being raped. Not even by another woman. She saw Sugar duck down, and felt something loosen in the support frame. Suddenly Sugar started to move a crank someplace, and Catwoman's legs were ratcheted apart, making her spread pussy-lips clearly visible through the thin fabric forced sex of her g-string panties. The spreading action stopped just before the position would have gotten uncomfortable, and Sugar locked the frame into place once more. Let me guess. offered Catwoman. You're bi'? Of course replied the blond with a giggle. What did you expect? Catwoman had to admit, it was predictable.
What other kind of girlfriend would Two-face have. Her musings were interrupted by a ball of soft fabric that was stuffed into her mouth. A long silk scarf was quickly tied in place to secure, ending all conversation. Catwoman felt Sugar fumble with the catch on her g-string, then the sudden release as her last protection was removed. She saw Sugar pick up another white silk scarf, and position herself near Catwoman's splayed legs. Holding the scarf by opposite corners, she drew the length of it slowly through her prisoner's pubic area, insinuating it into her the folds of her vagina. Sugar loved this game. She knew what the helpless woman was feeling as she slowly dragged the slippery silk over her defensless clit. Long, slow strokes kept the fabric cool, and made her prisoner hot. And a woman as healthy as Catwoman ought to be able to get very hot indeed. Soon Catwoman was twisting in her bonds, an erotic dance of desire. The silk was slowly grinding away her will, lapping at her resolve as it softly brought her to passion. The wild part of her rebelled against any form of restraint, refusing to be tamed even by a gentle hand. The other part of her wanted to purr, to enjoy the moment. She had played bondage games with Batgirl, forced sex and had enjoyed both sides, but that was with someone she knew and trusted. This woman worked for a madman, and that is what drove the feline heroine to fight. I always wanted tits like these. Sugar commented, dipping her head to lick Catwoman's left breast.
And now I have them, because I have you. She quickly circled the ever-hardening nipple with a wet fingertip, watching the skin forced fuck around it crinkle in response. Ceasing the silk assault on her victim, Sugar stepped between Catwoman's legs, pressed a lever someplace, and tilted her prisoner so her head was lower than her feet, and her love triangle was right at face level. Then, using the fingers of both hands, she parted her squirming captive's pussy lips, and began to gently lap at her engorged clit. Catwoman was close to losing control as the blond performed her expert technique, drawing the feline female even closer to ecstasy. Closer and closer to release, the imprisoned woman felt her struggles give way to the rhythms of desire. She found that her body seemed to have a mind of it's own, and that the only part of her that would work against her forced deep throat photos bonds was her hips. They pumped themselves against her torturer's lips, moving of their own volition. Sugar felt the change in her prisoner. Felt the muscles soften as fear turned to lust, and knew that she would win this game. Latching her lips directly onto Catwoman's love-nub, she sucked hard, causing her prisoner to buck and moan with desire. She felt the muscles in her prisoner's abdomen begin to twitch, sensed the orgasm beginning in her. Smiling an evil smile, she pulled back, leaving Catwoman's hips pumping the air, groping for that one more touch they needed to attain release. That one touch they couldn't have. Well, was that fun, pussy-woman? she snickered as she pulled the gag out of her prisoner's mouth.
| You don't get to cum until I do. So make me happy, and maybe I'll let you have some fun. Stepping to the other end of the frame, Sugar hiked her silk skirt up, and stood straddling Catwoman's face. Lick she ordered, running her fingers lightly through Catwoman's pubic hair. The touch was all it took. Catwoman found herself licking the shaved slot that pressed into her face. Her efforts were mirrored by Sugar, who rimmed her own aching pussy with her expert tongue, keeping her balanced at the razor edge of orgasm forced deep throat cartoons. Soon, Sugar shuddered with pleasure, Catwoman's slightly rough tongue filling her forced fuck desires perfectly. And again, she withdrew, leaving Catwoman unfulfilled. | That's two falls to me Sugar teased. One more, and it's a shut out. And here's how forced sex it works. I'm forced fuck gonna work you 'til you can't live without relief. When you're ready, you're gonna have to ask me nicely, and you're gonna have to do me a few favors. Reaching over to a nearby table, Sugar picked up a large, ridged dildo and held it up before Catwoman's lust-filled gaze. When you agree to do what I want, I'll give forced deep throat galleries this to you, and let you use it. Catwoman wanted forced fuck that thing now. But she knew that she wasn't going to get it. |
Not yet. What do you want me to do? she asked. Not much, really. I'm going to slick you up, down here. she explained, fluffing Catwoman's silky black bush once more. When you agree to let me shave forced sex you, then you get the little lollipop. This was stupid, Catwoman thought. She had been shaved before, had done it herself. What reason could this woman have for wanting that? But Catwoman had a want of her own. Ok. she answered. Shave me. Oh, it's not that easy.