Batgurl Booby Trapped By Katwoman

Katwoman moves like smoke through the dark. She lures her target in, the trap snaps shut, and Batgurl is caught with her back against cold steel, arms yanked overhead, wrists locked tight. The gag comes next, thick and red, forced between her teeth and buckled hard behind her head, muffling every protest. Katwoman steps in close. Batgurl’s suit is already torn open down the front, her heavy breasts spilling free, flushed and helpless. Katwoman doesn’t waste a second. She grabs a handful, squeezes hard enough to make the flesh spill between her fingers, then slaps the other tit so it bounces and jiggles. She keeps at it, tugging, pinching, slapping, until both nipples are stiff and dark, and spit is dripping from the corner of Batgurl’s gagged mouth. Batgurl strains in the ropes. Katwoman just laughs, low and dirty, and leans in to bite at a nipple, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Her gloved hand slides between Batgurl’s thighs, rubbing rough circles until the captive’s hips jerk despite herself. But Katwoman lingers too long. She’s cocky, distracted, grinding against the bound heroine while her fingers work between soaked folds. That’s when Batgurl’s fingers find the hidden clasp on her belt. A quick twist, a hidden blade slips free, and the ropes start to fray. One more second and Katwoman’s going to be the one tied up, big tits out and begging. The night just flipped.