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"Enjoying yourself, Princess?" the sexy voice sneered. Vicki's head whipped around in surprise, and she heard Batman hiss; her teeth had scraped against him as his cock fell out of her mouth. Catwoman was there: fists on her hips, boots, mask and ears, nothing else. To the little blonde, kneeling at the feet of the bound masked man, she looked seven feet tall: beautiful and terrifying.

"I hope for your sake you haven't let him cum yet." purred the tall brunette. "You've had your treat, Kitten. Now he's all mine. Right Bats?" She held up a tiny handcuff key on a chain between her finger and thumb. As she...