Catwoman: The Panther - Chapter 1

Gotham nights are never quiet. The moon conducts a chaotic orchestra of gun-shots and sirens, pained screams and vicious laughter. It rises up like heat, diffusing through windows and doors. An aural fog that is thick and inescapable.

Selina Kyle escapes the noise. Savors the brief moment of silence as she falls through the night, a rush of calm that carries her across a gulf between rooftops. It races to envelope her but she slices it apart with a crack as her whip lashes out. Snaring an antenna it breaks her momentum and she drops down to a thin wedge of brick jutting out above a window. A light tug and the whip snakes down to her hand, resting in a loop around her fist.

Selina crouches on the window sill, balanced comfortably high above the grimy alleyways that course through Gotham. The brick wall is cool against her back, a respite from the suffocating heat and she purrs softly. The dark purple spandex that covers her is thin but her exertions have left her body covered in sweat. The outfit is tight on her, so that in silhouette it might as well be her skin, an effect made all the more dramatic by the cat-ears that rise to points above her mask.

She licks the sweat beading on her upper-lip and takes a moment to consider her next move. The whip is coiled tightly around its handle and secured onto a clasp on her left thigh. The tips of her glove are fitted with razor-sharp metal claws, and Selina digs into the cement between the bricks with these. Her grip on the ledge thus secured she simply leans forward sharply, still in a crouch, until she is upside down, hanging under the ledge. Muscles on her arms tense and strain but she remains perfectly still. The window in front of her is clear glass and through it she can make out a large dark room. She carefully releases one hand and brings it to her mask. Her second arm, bearing her entire weight now, bulges with muscle; a fully developed tricep stretching the fabric. She taps the side of her mask and dark green lenses lower from inside, over her eyes. Suddenly the room stands out clear, night-vision goggles capturing and reflecting even the most minimal light. With her free-hand Selina traces a large circle on the glass and then tilts the clean-cut frame towards her, letting it drop to the ground several stories below. The hole in the window is barely three feet in diameter, yet in a blink Selina has swung through it, landing noiselessly on the wooden flooring inside.

The room is grand. A high vaulted ceiling, held up by wide columns. Decorated entirely in elaborate furniture, it resembles a museum recreation of a Louise XIV court. Except that criss-crossing through it, constantly in motion, are streams of lasers. Selina smiles. She enjoys this part. Standing up, she rests her full 5'10" frame against the wall behind her and studies the dance of lights carefully. Draws a single confident breath and holds it, her rounded breasts rising slightly. She joins the dance. A slow cart-wheel takes her over three lasers, landing in a complete split with her legs spread out flat on either side, her crotch touching the floor. A low somersault as thin shafts of light slice the empty space where she had been just a moment before. A quick smooth leap brings her into the centre of the room and then past it. A smooth crawl, a dexterous roll and she is on the other side, past the lasers that continue their movements, oblivious. She stands up against the wall, still smiling and slowly exhales. She is sweating more now, her costume damp. But there is a new wetness, between her legs. It has always been so for her; avoiding capture, a successful theft, pride in her skill. These are her sources of arousal. Dodging the lasers was a powerful aphrodisiac and she cannot help but indulge her pride a little. Selina reaches down and presses her hand against her mound. Strong thighs close tightly and she rubs the ridge of her thumb upwards. A purr of pleasure.

Promising herself a complete reward later, Selina turns to the cabinet standing next to her. She slides one nail into the lock and turns until she hears the satisfying click. The door opens slowly, revealing a single metal box inside, a combination lock on its top. Selina spent a great deal of money and used a number of resources learning the numbers that opened the box and she rotates the dial quickly until all 14 digits have been aligned. The lid lifts up automatically and she reaches inside, pulling out a fist sized diamond, carved in the shape of a cat. She kisses it on the snout and can barely contain an excited giggle as she slips it into a pouch around her waist. She turns to face the room and then hisses in surprise. The lasers are still. Bright light explodes into the room without warning, Selina screams as the night-vision lenses amplify it ten-fold, a crushing pain on her eyes. She staggers against the cabinet, face buried in her hands. She cannot see the blue sparks erupt from the wall. Does not see the wave of electricity that charges across the floor. She does, however, feel the current as it slams into her, lifting her off the ground and tossing her against a concrete pillar. And then she is unconscious. Lying prone, curled around the base of the column, her costume in burnt tatters. Oblivious to the sounds of Gotham as they waft in through the window.

CHAPTER 2

A cat is crying somewhere. Pained howls in the distance, growing farther and farther away. Selina wants to follow them but the light won't let her. A white light that is growing in intensity until it has filled her view. The cat's screams are barely audible, no more than a low whimper. Then she is awake. And the light is a harsh bright bulb hanging over her and the whimpering isn't a cat, its her. Selina blinks hard, clearing tears from her eyes, letting them adjust and focus. She tries raising her hand to wipe them clean but both her arms are numb by her sides. The room becomes distinct around her. A basement of some kind. Course brick walls, their checkered pattern disrupted by thick metal pipes. Around her are chairs and tables and several wooden contraptions she can't quite distinguish. Her whole body hurts, dull pain pulsing constantly through her. Selina tries getting up and finds she cannot. Looks down and gasps. Her breasts are exposed. Completely. They are bunched together hard by the high back of a wooden chair. Horizontal bars pressed against them, mounds pushing out through the gaps. Her arms are crossed behind her, a thick rope cutting into her flesh. As she cranes her neck to look past her breasts she realizes in horror that she is completely naked. Her legs are bent at the knees, ankles tied to the chair legs. Selina growls. Mustering as much strength from her tired aching muscles as she can, she strains against her bonds. Teeth grit and chords stand out on her neck. Nothing. Her ropes remain as tight and the chair does not budge. Feeling with her toes she realizes it is nailed to the floor. She cannot break free.

A sound startles her. Behind her she can hear a slow and heavy clapping moving closer. The source moves into view before she can glance over her shoulder. A man, tall and muscular. Clad in a black leather body suit, a zipper running from neck to crotch. His arms are exposed, thick as tree-trunks and tight with muscle. Face hidden behind a cowl, slits for eyes that are hidden in shadow. He starts laughing as he comes in front of her, all the while applauding her in that mocking pace.

Selina hisses in rage. "Who are you?" she spits out.

She doesn't even see his hand move, he is that fast. The only evidence is the sudden pain that explodes in her jaw and the force that slams her head back. Blackness threatens the edges of her vision but she fights of unconsciousness, focuses on the coppery taste of blood in her mouth.

In front of her, her attacker has ceased his applause. He watches in silence. She considers him, then carefully asks again, this time forcing a calmness into her tone. He turns around a walks away from her. His strides are precise, his movement fluid. He reaches a table and lifts something off it, hides it from her view as we returns to her.

"You will only speak when spoken too," he whispers, his voice leaden with bass and rumbling.

"Fuck you!" she responds, the anger overtaking her. And then she wishes she had kept silent.

He brings his hand into view. Coiled around his giant fist is her whip, the leather glistening with its sweat. He opens it out to its full length, expertly manipulating it so that it slices through the air in perfect arcs. Selina bites her lower lip, promises herself she won't scream.

She does.

The room amplifies first the crack of the whip and then her sharp cry. A single red welt stands out on her left breast. He walks around her, stopping behind her. She strains to look over her shoulder, feels him running a finger down her spine, following the curve slowly. It travels low, stopping at her rump, ticklish almost were it not for the searing pain from where the whip marked her.

"You will learn the rules soon enough," he says, louder as he steps away from her. Then the room echoes again. This time she manages to keep silent, tears springing to her eyes.

"Who am I? I am a collector. Like you."

The whip cracks.

"I have gone to great lengths to capture you Ms. Kyle."

The whip cracks again.

"You see, I too collect cats. Of all kinds. And you were a must for my collection."

Selina screams in pain.

"So I set a trap. Fake apartment, false ownership. Actually I own the whole building. And no one knows who I am."

Selina screams louder.

"I have no name, no presence in the world outside. But in here, I too am a cat. In here, I am the Panther."

The whip cracks one last time. No more screams.

Streaks of blood cross her back. The pain is searing. She barely hears him as he walks close to her, letting herself go into the darkness that bears down upon her. His words drift in slowly from a great distance, "You are part of my collection now."

Then she passes out.

Chapter 3

She is drowning. Water filling her lungs. Selina wakes with a start, gasping for air and sputtering. The Panther stands in front of her, still clad entirely in black leather. As he puts down a now-empty bucket he laughs aloud. She wants to kill him. Wants to rip he mask off and claw out his eyes. Gut him with her nails and leave him to die slowly. But her bonds stay tight. Adrenaline surges add to her strength, but the ropes don't tear and the chair remains rooted. Selina hisses in fury, much to his amusement.

"You do not disappoint. Just as I had imagined you to be, actually. I spent years studying you Selina. Millions devoted to learning the true identity of the Catwoman. And now you are my pet. And like all that I own, shall be made subservient to me will."

He walks across to her and grabs her short hair in a tight grip, yanking her hair back and upwards. His face is inches from hers, mask stretched tightly from head to neck.

"I own you."

Selina snaps at him, her teeth missing his face just barely. He jolts back, releasing her. She can see his surprise turn to anger, his thick muscles flexing and fists tightening. Then he relaxes. Fists unclench. Walks behind her where she can no longer see him. Her hair is gripped again and head savagely pulled backwards. He is looming over her, a ball-gag dangling from his free hand. Before she can snap her mouth shut, the large red ball is shoved between her teeth. It stretches her jaw, chokes her almost. Then the leather straps are tightened around her head. Selina mewls, a pain starts under her throat. Her back still burns from the earlier whipping and he traces a finger across the cuts. Then he is untying one leg, her ankle gripped tight in his hand. She tries to kick out but he is too strong. The other leg is untied as well, then both are lifted and stretched behind her. Her lower body is now raised, curving back and up, like a gymnast. He tucks both ankles in his underarm, she cannot move them at all. Her spine aches as he bends her into a wide U shape. Then he slaps her ass. Hard. She gasps into the ball-gag, spittle coating it. Easily manipulating her he re-ties her feet to some un-seen harness on the ground behind her. Selina is now bent over. Her head and breasts resting on the seat of the chair while her ass is raised high behind her, long muscular legs stretched apart and secured tight. Her shoulders are on fire now, arms still crossed tightly at her back. She feels his hand caressing her ass, fingers moving across the smooth round surface. The travel up slightly, resting on her clenched anus. Selina wants to scream. To run from here. To have this nightmare end. Then he inserts one finger inside her. The thick knuckle forces itself inside her anus, finger probing deeper as she gasps and chokes. Tear stream down her face and pulls his finger out.

If she could she would beg him to stop. Plead for him to not do what she knows will happen next. The sound of a zip opening confirms her worst fears. His hand returns to ass, roughly now, grabbing a mound of muscle and gripping it tight. Selina's screams are muted by the gag. She feels the tip of his cock against her anus. Reflexively she tightens. The other hand grabs her as well, spreading her cheeks as wide as they go. The tip presses against her. For a moment she hopes he can't enter her, believes she might be too tight for him. With a laugh he shatters her hopes. A single hard thrust and he is inside her. Pain jolts her. She is being ripped apart. Her chin digs down hard on the chair and she has forgotten the gag completely. Her mind is a red hot sunspot of hurt. He is halfway inside her now, his cock impossibly thick and already as deep as she feels it can be. The Panther pauses his forward thrust. Pulls back just an inch, then with a grunt pushes hard. Light explodes behind Selinas eyes. He is completely inside her, she can feel him past her ass, pushing up into her back almost. It feels like an arm buried inside her. His navel presses up against her cheeks. He releases her ass and with one hand grips her thin waist. The other hand crashes down on her buttock, the sudden sharp pain of the spank almost a respite from the constant intense hurt inside her.

The Panther starts fucking her.

Slowly at first. Pulls out halfway, then pushes back fully. Each time feels like he is entering her for the first time. Her muffled screams are constant and his pace quickens. Long hard thrusts barely a second apart. His cock bores deep inside her, each time feeling like it will split her in two. Now he is slamming into her. His balls slap against her and he spanks down on her hard between thrusts, each time hitting the same sore spot. Tears mix with drool on the chair seat. He grips both shoulders and rams into her harder still, almost knocking her over were it not for her feet being tied. His cock seems to grow harder inside her, almost a foot-long now. He slows his thrusts down, grabs her arms and uses the secured wrists like a handle bar before slamming into her again. The pain just grows and grows inside her, flaring into a full sun burning through her spine. Selina can scream no more. She just closes her eyes tight and prays for him to come soon. But he doesn't. Not yet. He pulls her head up and then wraps one large hand over her eyes, another over her mouth. His grip on her face is like a vice and she can't see, can't breathe. Then he raises his hips, pulling entirely out of her. Selina screams into the gag. He rams his entire length into her. Pulls her back onto him, crushed between his hands on her face and her ass on his navel. Her knees buckle and her rectum constricts around him. He comes with a groan. A hot burst inside her. Selina almost cries in relief.

He pulls out of her slowly, semen dripping out of her asshole, trickling down her legs. Selina's knees gave out, and she drops to the floor. Her head slides off the side of the chair and she crashes down onto her side, feet bent awkwardly where they are tied at the ankles. The Panther nudges her with his foot and then crouches down in front of her, his long red cock dangling flaccid between his legs. She looks up at him with a mingling of hate and fear.

"Rest my little pussy cat. There is more of this to come."

Then he walks out of the room, leaving her to cry herself to sleep.