Catwoman skulked across the museum's roof. She didn't normally make a habit of pulling one of these jobs at the crack of dawn, but with security lax during the holiday, and that lone pathetic rent-a-guard at this time of day too busy wanking in the restroom to catch any alarms...
Catwoman's eyes glittered like the diamond she wanted when she saw it through the roof window. A click of a button on her belt immediately disabled the motion sensors and cameras. It wouldn't last long, merely a minute, but a minute was all an expert like her needed to get the job done.
She cut the lock with her claws and lifted the window. She judged the distance with help from her goggles and leapt, catching a curtain on a nearby pillar... or so she thought. For the first time in her illustrious career, her claw scraped the curtain as she sailed right past it and smashed ass-first into a glass display case. It shattered into shards around her as she laid there with her arms and legs laid out wide against the case's frame. She started to get up with a groan and aching in her body, when she felt a hand press against her forehead.
"Shh. No. Don't get up. I want to make sure you look pathetic for the camera."
Catwoman, powerless, prone, did exactly what she was told and laid still while the camera on the corner wall whirred back on with a snap of the unknown man's fingers. She stared straight at its lens, the raw shame of her bungled landing burning in her chest as it sank in how many people must be watching her through the camera's live internet feed. She could almost see the headlines paired with striking shots of her in this state, announcing her failure to all of Gotham - if she was lucky.
With another snap of the man's fingers, Catwoman climbed out of the case and brushed herself off. To her sinking dread, she lifted the goggles off her eyes, unzipped her suit and stood by as the man came around into her line of sight.
"Hello, Catwoman. You're not exactly light on your feet, are you? I guess I should have expected as much from an uncultured buffoon."
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing to me?"
"I'm shocked you don't remember. A month ago, you broke into my office to steal a priceless artifact. It took me a year's worth of digging to find it, and it was gone in an instant."
"I guess this means you want me to pay you back with sex, is that it?"
"Oh no no, I am a king. I would never give bottom-feeding scum like you the pleasure. I came to give you a punishment fitting for your crime. Now, if you'll be so kind as to unzip yourself and cut a nice long gash along your ass crack."
Compelled to obey, Catwoman gnashed her teeth as she lowered the zipper to her navel. Her breasts threatened to pop out at any second, something that would have concerned her if her attention wasn't directed so keenly on her claw slicing through her skintight suit. The deed done, she watched as Bill Baxter raised a scepter into her line of sight.
"This is a fairly typical Atlantean replica. It's a display copy the museum puts out in case of thieves like you, a specialist like myself can tell the difference, and it's hardly worth a pack of gum. You'll be happy to know it's your heist for the day."
"You basta-" Catwoman winced and suppressed a cry as the man rammed the whole length up her ass. It settled in deep, spreading her cheeks wide.
"There you go, the perfect prize for a crook of your stature. Aren't you excited?"
Catwoman fought, and failed, to keep her mouth from shifting into a big, dumb, goofy grin. Her eyes lit up with the same dull joy, giving off the appearance of an obliviously happy moron.
"You won't get away with this," she said through her teeth.
"I think I will. I'm invisible to the camera, and I think you'll find yourself giving a very unflattering cover story for this escapade when you're caught." Bill took a few steps toward the main display with his arms folded behind his back. The diamond Catwoman came to acquire really was a thing of beauty. "Oh, we're done here. You're free to skip down the hall, out the front gates and down the street for everyone to see. We wouldn't want to miss out on a chance for witnesses to get a good look at you and spread tales of your stupidity before the police catch you, would we?"
Her cheeks ached, her boobs bounced and the replica jiggled in her ass as she hopped her way across the marble floors to a pair of doors.
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