It was just an outrage. Here he was, in his private life as
a submissive, seeing his old partner in crime, the Catwoman, walking in here…it
was awful! “What’s wrong, Penguin?” Selina Kyle, the Catwoman said, smiling, “I
got your tongue? Get it?”
Oswald Cobblepot, the archvillain who terrorized GothamCity as the Penguin, was
furious. Usually Cobblepot’s four foot two frame was decorated in a tuxedo
complete with monocle, top hat cigarette in holder and umbrella, but here he
was, hanging from the ceiling of Mistress Julie’s ceiling. And he’d been
humiliated. “Julie, I didn’t give you permission to violate my
er-confidentiality!” Both women burst into laughter.
The gall of the woman! They had a set routine. And it had
been disturbed!
Here the Penguin showed up as he did every Thursday, in his
little outfit, grinning around his plastic stemmed cigarette holder. Javonne,
the Caribbean maid with the big bazongas, let Oswald in as always, taking his
envelope with his $1000 fee, and requesting that the little gangster strip naked in the foyer (except for the monocle, of course)
Cobblepot always found this a little jarring, getting naked
in front of a common schvartze servant, especially when he’d never seen the
colored woman naked himself.
But he had to admit it was arousing, in a humiliating kind
of a way for GothamCity’s
major crimelord, or so the Penguin believed himself to be. Then Javonne would
lead the Penguin into the “parlor” where he had to wait somewhat nervously for
Mistress Julie to enter. It wasn’t always the living room, sometimes he was
brought into a dank dungeon, and locked into a rusty cage, and once in a while
he was left in a schoolroom, complete with those little desks and a chalkboard,
that Oswald recalled from his unhappy childhood. There had been an awful woman,
Mrs.Pringle, who had taught Oswald in junior high…and it had been a strict prep
school…and she’d picked on Oswald all the time,though
he’d been a model student. Once she’d found a minor error on a test and taken
Oswald’s pants down.
Mrs. Pringle had then bent the future Penguin, in his
prep-school jacket, tie hanging down, over her desk and thrashed him heavily,
and he’d wept and howled in front of the other students…the girls had giggled
and the boys had snorted, because Mrs. Pringle had never removed a pupil’s
pants for correction before Oswald had shown up…and he’d had to live down a lot
of grief on the playground…which was probably why he was a criminal today!
Once, Mistress Julie had taken Oswald into her office and
pretended she was going to saw off his little dick with her paper-cutter…it had
been quite frightening! Then she’dput binder clips on the Penguin’s
nipples and knocked them off again with a slide rule.
Now, Oswald wondered what was in store for him with the
vicious little bitch!
Finally, Mistress Julie came into the parlor as she always
did, this week she was in a snug negligee with a plunging cleavage that almost
sent the Penguin around the bend. “Well, aren’t you a ridiculous little man?”
Mistress Julie had said.
Oswald had gasped…there was nothing as beautiful as this
woman. And he’d had a thousand molls…all sorts of whores, women after his
money, turned on by his power (in a way they could never be turned on by him
physically)
Mistress Julie had stepped up to the little man, as she
often did, and reached down, toying with Pengy’s long penis with a manicured
hand. Oswald had a surprisingly large member for such a small man, and Julie
enjoyed playing with it. Oswald breathed through his nostrils as Julie’s
glorious little white fingers gently massaged his ever hardening organ.
The Penguin gasped and bucked, his little legs trembling,
and it looked as if he might cum. Suddenly, Julie slapped his cock lightly, and
he gulped. “What’s wrong with you…getting so hard?” Julie asked sharply. “Don’t
you have any respect?”
Oswald bit down on his cigarette holder. Once, Julie had
gotten so angry at an unauthorized erection, that she’d branded a little “J” on
the end of his cock with a fireplace poker. Another time she’d used his cock
for a dart-board…and her aim was frighteningly good!
“So have you been playing with your little thingie?” Julie
asked, giggling, as she tickled the Penguin’s pulsating frenulum.
Julie bent over the Penguin’s turgid erection, giving him a
nice glimpse down her extensive cleavage. Unlike many of the leather-clad
Mistresses and dominatrixes that Oswald had seen in his life, Julie enjoyed
wearing little teddies. This evening she was clad in a pretty sheer net thong,
and a violet teddy embellished with sequins and pearls, assympetrical Venice trip, adjustable
straps and a sexy net bow at her adorable rear.
It made her breasts look humongous, and Oswald had quite a
revealing view! Julie stroked Oswald’s swollen balls some more. “I know you’ve
been playing with your doingie, Ozzie.” Julie said softly, her Obsession
perfume wafting past his sharp bird-like nose. Julie’s russet curl dropped onto
his shoulder as she bent over his erection earnestly.
Julie continued
to toy with Oswald’s tumescent testicles. Oh, he was sooo hard!
“I know that’s how
you probably spent your sad little adolescence” Julie said with a chortle. “I
can just picture you on the toilet in Mummy’s bathroom now.” As Julie’s fingers
tickled Oswald’s glans, he turned bright red with shame. “Sitting on Mummy’s
toilet with your pants to your little sailor suit down, and your right hand in
Mummy’s laundry hamper, looking for a pair of her knickers to sniff, and your
left hand choking your chicken…that pitiful little wee-wee you have.” This was
unfair, as Oswald was well hung, but he continued to burn with humiliation.
Julie went on. “You’d be thinking about the cheerleaders in
their pink sweaters, marching past you and your geek friends at the Stamp Club,
or the Chess club, or whatever Virgin club you were in—watching the girl’s
boobs bounce intheir
sweaters and their T-shirts.” Penguin’s eyes began welling up at the memory of
his youth, his so lonely youth, and how painful it was having this lovely young
woman mock him. But Julie went on…”
I can just imagine them laughing at the short, pudgy
Cobblepot wimp, and I remember you telling me about how Shauna Blum promised
you a kiss and a feel in the locer room, and instead you were cornholed and
whipped with a belt by her boyfriend and his buddies on the lacrosse team.”
Hot tears ran down the Penguin’s chubby cheeks. He almost
had to take off his monocle, it was so fogged. It had been horrible. The boys whipping him and fucking his butt, and Shauna laughing and
taking pictures that were shown around the school. It had been
thirty-five years ago, but Oswald remembered it as if it were yesterday.
Oswald felt Julie’s velvety fingertips gently poking and
prodding his stiff cock. “Did you shave your crotch this week, Pengy?” Julie
smiled. “Yes, Miss Julie” Oswald spoke the first words he’d had in this room.
“I shaved like you told me too.” Julie ran a long nail across Oswald’s bald
crotch. “Good boy. I like you to be hairless like you were in school when you
were being raped by the high school jocks and bullies…you wimpie boy!”
Julie let go of the Penguin’s cock and stood on her heels,
smirking at him. “What do you have to say for yourself!”
Oswald always felt that in fact he was ridiculous, as he
was stark naked in front of this woman, thirty years younger than he.
“I-I’ve gotten here on time, as you asked, Mistress Julie,
and Aagh—“ Penguin howled as Julie twisted his left
nipple, and then slapped it.
She’d taken a long switch from the top of the piano and
casually swatted it into her right hand, looking at Oswald through limpid eyes.
“Playing with yourself this week, darling?” WHACK!
Before Oswald could answer, the switch slapped him in the cock, and he bounced
back.
Oswald breathed in his cigarette, and coughed, and WHACK!
Mistress Julie knocked the holder out of his mouth, and then she stamped on it.
“You know how I feel about smoking, Oswald” she had said crisply, before
whacking Oswald about five or six times all over his fat little body.
“Admit it, midget-boy…you’ve been pounding that little pud
of yours…I know you have!” The Penguin began protesting loudly. “No, no, my
dear…I wouldn’t (Ow!)think of it(ow!)I’ve been very
(ow)good, please stop hitting me!”
Oswald wriggled out from over Julie’s gorgeous thigh and
backed off, but she was relentless!
Julie stepped back and whacked the Penguin on his nipples,
and he stepped back. WHACK! “Admit it, darling…you’ve
been toying with yourself.”WHACK WHACK WHACK! Julie’s switch landed all over
Oswald’s chest, and he dropped to his knees, and pulled his head under his
stomach, as if in the fetal position, and hoped Julie would run out of whipping
energy. Finally, after about thirty whacks, the switch stopped, but then
Penguin feltJulie
kick him in the stomach and he fell over on his side, and she stomped his cock
into the wooden floor. Her heel pounded into the base of the shaft, and she
began swatting the glans every ten seconds. “So tell me WAP the truth WAP how
many WAP WAP times have you WAP touched that measly thingWAP since I WAP saw
you last?”
“All-all right…it’s true.” Penguin finally confessed, tears
freely falling down his face. “I did weaken and self abuse on Monday night,
dear while looking at those expensive pictures you sold me of yourself in your
nightie but I just came once…now will you let me off?”
Julie stepped off Oswald’s cock and helped the little man
up. “I am so proud of you for telling me the truth, darling.” Julie pulled
Oswald over to some handcuffs protruding from a ceiling holder. Helping Oswald
up on a stool, she manacled him to the ceiling, and pulled away the stool so he
hung there, looking quite ridiculous. His monocle fell off and Julie stomped it
with her heel, accidentally-on-purpose.
Julie put her switch down and picked up a horsewhip. “You
violated yourself…you little bastard…I was considering letting you cum…inside
me. And now I find you jerked off…I should whip your narrow little ass with
this horsewhip..but instead…I’m giving it to a
colleague of mine!”
The door opened, and The Catwoman walked in, smiling, and
took the horsewhip from Mistress Julie. “I am letting my former mentor do my
dirty work, Pengy…”
And was the Penguin pissed off! This was an outrage!
“So tell me..what’s the Batman’s identity?” the Catwoman laughed at the
little man hanging from the ceiling, buck naked, squinting at her through his
monocle eye. Oswald Cobblepot, the feared Penguin, did not appear to be too
feared now! But he sniffed his pointy little nose at her.
“Why should I tell you anything?Why would I know such a thing, first…and why tell a
miserable slut like you?” This was outrageous, that his personal dominatrix,
Mistress Julie, would sell him out to Selina Kyle, the most hackneyed
villainess in Gotham.
Selina
chuckled, and bent over a paper shopping bag near her feet. “I stopped at Home
Depot before I came here today, Pengy.” Selina pulled out a large
wood-and-metal rat trap. “I picked up these expanded trigger, professional
Spring-loaded rodent-backbreaking heavy duty snap traps are designed to kill
giant sized rats, made by Gerbiljaws ™ with an expanded bait pedal, making
trapping easier, or so they say in the advertisements.”
I think you DO know, and you’re going to
tell me, also.”
Selina walked closer to the Penguin and
smiled at him…he spat a wad of tobacco-laced phlegm at
her, but she dodged her head, artfully. “No, no Nannette…” Selina
giggled at the glowering dwarf, as she removed her gloves, and tossed them by
the paper bag.
Selina then took Oswald’s penis in her
long soft fingers and began toying with it, and against his will, the Penguin’s
pecker seemed to be swelling, filling with blood in her hand. Of course Oswald
had often gazed at the Catwoman’s generous breasts, her long raven locks, her
shapely bottom and graceful legs…but he had never ventured further than that.
Now Selina Kyle was toying with the
Penguin’s erection, rubbing his purplish glans surely and smoothly. “I
supported myself as a child prostitute by giving handjobs in the balcony of the
Gotham
Avalon…during the PoliceAcademy
series movies.” Selina snickered. “As you can see, my dear, my skill hasn’t
abated.”
Selina’s long nails tickled the tip of
the Penguin’s glans, and toyed with his frenum, as he tried not to moan. “You
probably beat your meat all the time, eh, Pengy?” Selina murmured in the little
man’s ear. “You are the saddest little fellow…though your member seems to like
me.” The Catwoman touched her tongue to her teeth as she looked down at
Oswald’s swelling penis. He did look as if he wanted her, badly!
Selina got up on tippie-toe so she was
face to face with the hanging Penguin, and leaned over to his neck. Suddenly
she plunged her tongue in his ear as she rubbed his stiff cock faster…”You like
that, don’t you Oswald?” Selina smiled and kissed the Penguin on his nearly
non-existent lips slipping her tongue in his mouth, in and out with a little
flicker.
The Penguin tried to lean closer to
Selina, to rub his penis against her crotch. “No, no…darling!” Selina was in
her typical skin-tight leather Catwoman outfit, and the suede felt cold to his
penis. But Oswald Cobblepot was in heaven.
“You like this, don’t you sweetheart?”
Selina asked, kissing the Penguin’s short little neck. “Oh, my dear Selina, you
are making me absolutely delirious…Perhaps I misjudged your character.” The
little man moaned. “It feels just divine, your
stroking.”
The Catwoman giggled, and tickled
Oswald’s balls…She brushed his narrow chest with her full, 44DD breasts, and
winked at him through her Catwoman mask. Her fingers tormented and stroked his
engorged erection.
“Wouldn’t you
like to have me pull off my top, and let you feast your eyes on my strawberry
colored nipples, Oswald” Selina smiled at the tortured little face. “Wouldn’t
you love to suck my breasts,eat my pussy, fuck my
pussy…with this big dick of yours?”
“Oh, let me, Selina darling” begged
Oswald. “I’ll pay you any amount!” The Catwoman laughed out loud at this
preposterous offer. “Darling…you just don’t have enough money in the world!”
How Oswald Cobblepot hated her at that moment! But he loved her..too!
His cock felt like lead…but it was
enjoying the ministrations of Selina’s velvety fingertips…she knew what she was
doing, that girl. He wished he’d known her when she was a teen prostitute…he
would have enjoyed that moviehouse handjob nonsense!
As if Selina could read his mind, she
smirked, and gently pinched his right nipple, before returning her fingers to
business below.
“Don’t let the little bastard cum,
Selina” called Julie, who had been flashing her tits at Oswald, as he gaped.
“He doesn’t deserve it, you know”
“Oh, maybe he does” responded the
Catwoman, laughing silently
Selina began pulling Pengy’s penis
faster and faster…Oooh it felt sooo good. She knew exactly where all the
sensitive spots were on his member. And he’d tried so hard not to touch himself
that week, except of course for the fateful Monday…and that meant he was quite
horny after four days.
And you could tell that she knew it. She
knew how desperate he was to cum. Selina spat on her hand and ran it up and
down Oswald’s straining shaft. “Like that, baby?” She smiled at the sweaty
little villain. “You just want to make a nasty little mess in my paw, honey?”
Selina purred at Oswald, who was now bucking and moaning..he
was so close to cumming…it was coming faster…faster…FASTER
Her eyes danced as she
watched Oswald Cobblepot in the throes…his penis was slick with
precum…the ecstasy was almost there…
Selina stepped back suddenly, releasing
the hard cock suddenly. “So who is the Batman?” The Penguin, jolted by the
sudden lack of stimuli, clenched his teeth. “Never. I
knew you didn’t care about me…”
“Well darling, you look like one of
those hideous plastic yard gnomes that they put up at Christmas time.” The
Catwoman laughed, and Mistress Julie chimed in..”Or Ross
Perot before his nose job!” Both girls chuckled uproariously.
“I will never tell you who the Batman
is!” The Penguin shrieked at Selina. “You are a treacherous slut, you
Bathsheba!” Selina giggled, and stepped up suddenly, and lightly kicked the
Penguin in the nuts, and he screamed again.
“Darling…I think you mean Delilah…and
Samson at least was a MAN…not some wiggling, flightless waterfowl archetype…you
make Opus from BloomCounty
seem like John Wayne.” The Catwoman laughed again.
The Penguin struggled in his bonds, the
hands cuffed implacably over his head. Oh, it hurt so much…his wrists were
losing feeling. This was an outrage! He was the PENGUIN! He would get his
umbrella and fill her with bullets. “You won’t get any information out of me,
you pathetic tramp!” Oh, how he wished he had a cigarette. Look at that whore
laughing at me! “I can have any woman in town, I
say…what makes you so special!”
“Well, that’s the question, isn’t it,
dear?” asked Selina. “I think you’ll tell me whatever I want to know!”
Selina bent down and carefully
pinched some skin from the shaft of Oswald’s hard penis, and placed a vicious
looking rat trap on the fold of skin. Then she snickered, and put another one
right on the Penguin’s frenulum, the sensitive area just under his glans.
“Oh, you are a vicious little
cow!” The Penguin said through gritted teeth. The pain was agonizing. The
Catwoman’s tongue traveled briefly across her lips as she put a third trap
right on the tip of the glans, crushing the bulbous head of Oswald’s penis.
“How’s that feel, Pengy?” Selina
purred, stroking the Penguin’s penis. But as the cock head filled with blood as
always happens with an erection, there was a terrible pinching, as the harsh
spring of the rat-trap was pushing the glans in half…the blood couldn’t get
through!
“Selina please…” Oswald Cobblepot
said, with real tears coming down his face. “I am dying here…what the devil are
you doing to my penile gland?” Selina laughed and rubbed Oswald’s penis a bit
more. “Don’t you like the feeling, sweetheart?” she asked impishly. “How often
does a short little loser like you get a girl like me to toy with his wee-wee?
This is the big time. Sure, your glans is pinched with the trap, but it gives
you something to think about, eh?”
Selina reached over and took the
Penguin’s ugly little bullet head in her hands and gave him a long tongue kiss,
rubbing her crotch against his penis, which was multilittered with angry little
traps…the glans began to feel as if it were about to explode…the blood was
pulsating it purple, and the trap’s cruel metal snap was pinching it to a near
unendurable point.
“Have you ever felt anything so
anguishing, darling?” the Catwoman said in a purring voice…”I guess not since
the knitting needles, eh?” The Penguin gasped. How did she know about the
knitting needles? Mistress Julie, watching the scene with interest from across
the room, was curious. “What knitting needles?” The Penguin began to babble, so
Selina put a large rat trap on his tongue, and his mouth just sat open as
Selina told an interesting story.
“Shortly before I left my parent’s
abusive home in my early teens, my sisters and I joined a group of neighborhood
girls who had been invited by Mrs. Cobblepot from a ritzy neighborhood known as
Gotham Central West End.” The Catwoman continued to rub Oswald’s trap-laden
penis as she told the story. “ We slum girls…about
twelve or fourteen of us, all very pretty, black, Puerto Rican and poor white
trash—that was my sister Ashley and myself—were paid twenty dollars each by the
rich Mrs. Cobblepot to come over and watch an astonishing sight.”
Selina’s fingers continued to
tickle Oswald’s tortured penis. How can she tell this story? The Penguin vowed
to make the little bitch pay. And Selina went on. “ Mrs.
Cobblepot was punishing her twenty-three year old son, because he had stayed up
past his eight-thirty bedtime, and been caught jerking off into Mummy’s
panties!”
Julie laughed out loud. “Ah,
that’s where he gets that!” The Catwoman of Gotham City smiled and nodded. “So
we all watched while she showed us her naked, bound up son…he was tied to a
large stool, and Mrs. C began slowly pushing steel knitting needles into his
cockhead—his glans, where the trap is doing it’s good work. And we were
fascinated…Oswald Cobblepot, her little boy, who was known in the neighborhood
for pinching young girl’s bottoms, and being generally snobbish, had to undergo
this incredible knitting needle punishment for not being able to keep his hands
off his willie!”
Selina now batted the trap on
Penguin’s glans as if it were a ball of yarn. Oswald uttered a slight yelp, and
miraculously, the trap on his tongue fell off, and both girls laughed.
“So he’s been through lots of
this nonsense before, right darling?” Selina tickled the Penguin’s penis again,
and he grunted weakly.
“I know you’ve unmasked the
Batman” Selina said. “I hired Elwood “Knuckles” Malloy, who you fired over a
salary dispute. Knuckles was your henchman during the
Gotham Diamond Exchange robbery…” The Catwoman slapped the trap on Oswald’s
glans again, and the Penguin’s penis bounced, and he shrieked.
“Knuckles tells
me that during a scuffle, you somehow ripped the Batman’s mask and that you
recognized him, and you called him Bruce!” Catwoman massaged the Penguin’s
right nipple expertly, and Oswald Cobblepot breathed through his teeth.
Selina Kyle got up on her tippie
toes and put her glorious full lips against Oswald’s sweating, nearly
nonexistent neck. “Tell your Selina who the Batman is…Bruce what? What’s his
name?” The Penguin screamed “SLUT!” in her ear, and the Catwoman stepped back
wuickly, but then began massaging his right nipple again.
“Don’t you know you’re going to
tell me everything?” Selina smiled and let go of the Penguin’s nipple for a
moment, and bent down and pulled another rat-trap out of the paper shopping
bag.
Oswald shook his head angrily.
The Catwoman stepped up and placed the next rat-trap on the nipple that she had
been so tenderly massaging. Ooogh. That was just too much, Oswald Cobblepot
thought in anguish.
“So tell me who he is, Penguin. I
suggest you fess up soon. I’ve got lots of rat-traps here, darling.”
Selina walked daintily around to the Penguin’s
behind and he felt a trap being clipped to his left buttock. “Give me a hint at
least, dear…what is the first letter of the man’s surname that you recognized?”
The Penguin felt another
trapbeing locked onto his right
buttock. Oh, hell. “It was a W. Bruce W. Like the man who founded Alcoholics
Anonymous.”
“Aren’t you the funny one”
Selina’s voice came from behind. “The man who founded AA was named Bill W.
“Well” the Penguin snickered. “This fellow was Bruce W. That’s all you get,
dear.” The Catwoman came from around to the front again, smiling. “Bruce W? You
don’t have anything else for your little kitten?”
“You are a sordid little whore,
Selina Kyle” Oswald said contemptuously. “You remind me of my mother and every
other capricious woman who has tried to change me. Go fuck yourself.”
The Catwoman smiled and bent over
the bag again, pulling out another rat-trap, which she put on the Penguin’s
left nipple. “Look, this is ridiculous” Oswald bellowed. “And Julie, you are
fired as my dominatrix! Inviting this harridan in here was a violation of my
privacy.” The Penguin was shrill in his howling, and Julie seemed to be doubled
over in a fit of giggles. “Think, you’re giving up a thousand dollars a week
from me, you little idiot!”
Selina laughed. “You forget that
we could just kill you and no one would know. No one knows, none of your men
know, that you are a secret submissive, visiting dominant women in your
off-hours. I could kill you and use your ATM card quite easilyto pay Julie for a year…your password is
1957, your birth year… so give it up, fatty!”
Within the next twenty minutes,
the Catwomanhad rat traps biting all
over Oswald’s penis, as well as hanging across his body—his chest, his glans,
his shaft, his testicles and inner thighs, as well as a line of them,
domino-style going up his side and decoratinghis armpits.
Selina stepped back, satisfied
with her work. She picked up a long, thin riding crop and began tapping it in her
hand.
“So you won’t tell me who Bruce W
is?” Selina smiled at the Penguin. “I’m surprised you wouldn’t tell the world
who he is…you’d want to bring down the Batman, who has ensured that you’ve
spent eighteen of the past twenty-two years inside Blackgate Prison.”
“Well…” Cobblepot snarled…”After
I discovered who was under the mask, I decided it wasn’t worth the trouble to
tell everyone. No one would have taken it terribly seriously anyhow.”
The Catwoman shook her head.
“That’s ridiculous. If it’s the Bruce W. I know, it would ruin his very
life…but I want to know who it is…and I want you to tell me. You seem to not
want to just out of sheer cussedness.”
Selina stepped closer to the
little man, littered with rat-traps and hanging from the ceiling. Methodically,
she began knocking the rat-traps off with great vigor…and Oswald Cobblepot
screamed with anguish once again.