Catwoman followed Batman out of the city on her BMW sports bike while he tore through the night on that Bat-motor-pod thing he was straddling. She has to admit, that was a fine rubber ass to be chasing through the night. There was a warm tingling in between
her legs for the upteen time this night. She was lead past the fake rock face into the cave entrance and once inside she might as well have been taken to Mars. Gone was the giant penny and T-rex and all of the other oversized bits of personal carrier history
and in there places were random elements from an S&M club. It looked like there were a few people held in over grown vacuum bags.
"The fetish runs deep," Catwoman smirked.
"What would you rather, I turn them loose in Arkham so they can escape and run loose?" Batman asked.
"So instead you keep 'em Zipplocked?" Catwoman smiled.
The conversation was cut short by screams of orgasm coming from a side chamber. Selina raised her eyebrow and rushed over to see what was happening. Batgirl was wearing a rubber catsuit with an open zip between her legs and she was riding Robin who was
tied to a bed wearing nothing but green rubber shorts, nipple clamps and a blind fold. Selina was more than a little intrigued. Batman was behind her in an instant, she felt his hard manhood against her bottom.
"Your drink Master, a wine madam?" A tall blonde in a latex French maids dress held out a tray.
"Thank you Aniis," Batman switched back to his Bruce tone.
Selina took the glass as Bruce leaned in and gave the maid a French kiss. The maid blushed and curtsied before turning and sticking her butt out. Bruce nudged Selina so she gave the maid a swat and that sent her on her way.
"What happened to Alfred?" Selina asked.
"Who's Alfred?" Bruce asked back.
"Tall, old, English, Buttler?" Selina prompted.
"Aniis has been the care taker of Wayne Manor since my parents died," Bruce shrugged.
"And she has always been a rubber French maid?" Selina asked.
"Yes."
Selina looked around the alcove, it was a modern fully furnished sex dungeon. Ever imaginable toy, restraint, and accessory was there in multiple colors and sizes. Selina purred to herself.
"And what are the rules of this little club," Selina asked.
"All obey Master," Harley's voice came from the alcoves entrance.
Selina spun to look at Harley Quinn, except she wasn't Harley Quinn, she was Harley in a copy of the latex French maid's outfit that Aniis was wearing. There were no pigtails, her hair was combed back, no manic look in her eye's only a blissful submissive
longing stair at Bruce.
"Ah Harley," Bruce smiled, "Are you ready for your nightly spanking?"
"Yes Master Bruce," Harley stated in an educated refined voice that enunciated all of her syllables.
"Across the bench," Bruce instructed, "Would you care to punish Harley for her crimes tonight? Or would you rather punish Pamela?"
"Poison Ivy is also a maid?" Selina arched her eyebrow.
"Please don't be silly Mistress Selina," Harley strode to the bench, "Pamela is the gardener."
What kept Selina distracted was that femdom Batgirl was still riding Robin cowgirl style from orgasm to screaming orgasm this whole time. Selina wasn't sure about what had happened while she was away, but she liked it. She plucked a black and hot pink
paddle and strutted around Harley. Man had she waited a long time to spank that twit.