Tickleman98
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Hey everyone... first time poster and thought I’d share a story Ive been working on. Seems like everywhere you look there are sexy super heroines in movies, comic books or video games doing everything but getting tickled. Here is my take on it... apologies to anyone if I am not 100% accurate on the hero lore. I’ve included two photos found on the inter webs for visual aid to the story. Enjoy!
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Batgirl, otherwise known as Barbara Gordon, crouched silently on the top of an old library overlooking the bar district of Gotham city. It was midnight on a warm summer night and Batgirl knew that the nightlife of Gotham would be taking shape shortly. Two Gotham police squad cars passed her on the street below and she knew from her scanner that they were on their way to a stolen purse and probably would be able to handle that issue on their own.
Bargirl had been on patrol for three hours already and was beginning to get a little bored. It was not often that she patrolled by herself. She usually was with Robin and every once in a while she would go with Batman. She usually thought his involvement was a sort of evaluation on how she was progressing in her training. It felt nice knowing that she was trusted to patrol by herself for a change.
Her night of solo patrol had been aided by the fact that Batman and Robin were gone. They had flown out of the country to assist in the case of the disappearances of over 100 individuals in a two day span. The circumstances were so strange that Robin had told her he had overheard that Superman was going to help. She even got to help make up the excuse for why Bruce Wayne was leaving Gotham. She always found it funny that no one figured out who Bruce really was.
There had been a very uneasy feeling around the Bat cave due to the disappearances and even Bruce had seemed a little on edge. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen him confused about a case. She was not overly concerned about it and knew the two of them would be able to handle whatever the issue was. She wasn’t going to complain about a free night to prove she could handle things herself.
Bargirl stood up in the shadow of the neighboring building and reached her hands high above her head, stretching out her 5’7” 135lb. frame. She loved her new outfit, Bruce had allowed her to slightly personalize it when she “graduated” from his training. She had insisted on a slightly tighter more form fitting suit, and after a few weeks of arguing she finally got her way. Bruce obviously found no value in reducing the bulky armor of her suit for the more form fitting look she desired. However, once Alfred accidentally told her that Wayne Industries had developed an extremely thin military grade flexible body armor that was almost like wearing yoga pants, he lost most of his argument.
Bargirl was glad she made the change, she could move freely and her outfit looked awesome. The majority of the suit was made of the jet black new body armor. It really did almost feel like she was just wearing thick workout clothing. The material hugged her athletic frame and you could see her feminine curves as she stretched. Hard to believe the material could deflect a knife or in some cases even stop a lower caliber bullet. She did trade the all-black that Bruce seemed so fond of for a sharp looking gold that made up the bat symbol displayed across her perky breasts. The thin body armor material didn’t do much to hide them, although it was surprisingly supportive. Her boots, belt and gloves also were colored gold and the outfit was topped off by her jet black mask which covered her head and face. Her dark red hair fell out from the back of the mask and rested softly against her shoulders.
She couldn’t help but admire herself as she stretched. She had worked extremely hard on her physique even before she had used it for combat. She was not overly muscular as her fighting style relied more on flexibility and agility. As she looked down she could slightly see the outline of her side oblique muscles against the armored fabric. Robin had jokingly told her that he could see her bellybutton through the fabric because it was so tight... she couldn’t tell if he was serious.
“ Alfred, can you check to see what active calls Gotham has,” Batgirl asked her skilled assistant, better known as Bruce Waynes’s butler.
“There are 12 active calls in the city limits at this time. The police department is handling 10 of them with a current threat level of 3 or lower. There is also a noise complaint which was placed at threat level 2. I am collecting information from a new call that was just entered of an armed robbery at a liquor store on the corner of Fairfax Street and Hillman Avenue. The caller stated that there were three large males involved and at least one of them possessed a handgun. It has been classified as a level 5 threat. The police department is clearing five officers to respond to the robbery however their given ETA was at least six minutes.” Responded Alfred through her ear piece.
“Well it’s about time,” Batgirl said as she pulled out a GPS from her belt. She made a mental note of the quickest way to get to the armed robbery as well as the different ways to approach from rooftop.
Batgirl then silently leapt off the library roof top and with a quick flick of her wrists turned her cape into a makeshift parachute and landed safely next to her sport bike. Within seconds she was on top of the bike and roaring out of the alleyway driving towards the location of the robbery.
She reached the location in under a minute and got a quick update from Alfred that the suspects were believed to still be inside the liquor store. She quickly parked her bike in an alleyway two buildings away from the liquor store. She used her grapple to zip line up to the top of the roof... something that wasn’t as easy as Batman made it look. She pulled her self up on the roof and then sprinted across the next two rooftops where she landed silently at the edge and peered over at the entryway of the liquor store.
There was no one standing in view of the entrance of the liquor store although she did hear what sounded like male voices coming from the interior of the store. She began searching the building for a second entryway when suddenly she heard breaking glass and looked at the entrance to see presumably the three robbers leave the front of the store. They began running away from her towards the opposite side of the store and then they turned and ran down an alleyway towards the back of the liquor store.
“Alfred I have them running down an alley behind the liquor store,” she stated as she followed them on the roof.
“Just a reminder Ms. Gordon that they were seen with a firearm by the caller,” Alfred replied.
“Yes thank you Alfred,” Batgirl said rolling her eyes.
She arrived at the back of the building and looked down to see the three crossing the street and continuing into the next alley. As she watched them she saw the shortest of the three was holding a black handgun. She would not be able to get across the street by rooftop and seeing no one on the roadway she leapt down and bolted across the street. She grappled up to another building and then followed them as they turned and began running down the alleyway.
Batgirl followed them across three more rooftops as they ran down the alleyway before the three finally stopped. She peered over the ledge and saw the three of them huddled in a circle talking quietly. She looked them over and again quickly located the shortest of the three with the handgun. Being the shortest of the three was not saying much as they all were very large, the shortest of them appearing to easily be over 6 feet and about 200 pounds. Strangely enough she did not see any of them carrying anything. Odd for a robbery, she thought.
The stocky one of the three appeared to be doing most of the talking. The guy with the gun and the tall third robber seemed to be getting instructions. She tried to listen to what they were saying but could only make out a few muffled words. She had let enough time go bye and didn’t want to take the chance of the three of them separating. She pulled a smoke grenade out of her belt and dropped it in the middle of the men. They stopped talking when they heard the soft clunk of the gas bomb and then were quickly enveloped in gray smoke that began spraying out of the metal ball.
Batgirl, with her eyes on the man with the gun gracefully leapt off of the building ledge and floated down in the midst of the men. To her surprise, instead of looking around as they usually did the three men looked up directly at her as if they were expecting her. Even though she was caught totally off-guard her training kicked in and she lashed out with a gold boot and struck the hand of the man who was carrying the pistol.
Her kick successfully sent the gun flying out of the criminal’s hand and right before she landed she sent another kick towards the head of stocky guy who was standing next to him. Stocky guy lifted up a large arm to shield his head and her boot connected with his arm and knocked him off balance but did not knock him off his feet. She crouched in a fighting pose and looked up at all three who were now staring directly at her with amused looks on their faces.
Batgirl realized quickly that she was in a bad situation. Instead of the confusion her entrance normally caused, the men were advancing with the utmost confidence and she was the one with a confused look on her face. She had fought men much larger than her before and told herself not to panic. She took a step back to try to give her self some time to size up her opponents. As she stepped her back struck the wall of the building behind her. Her eyes widened and a small amount of panic began to creep into her mind but she had no time to dwell on it as the three men lunged at her.
The first of the three men surprisingly did not try to strike her but instead reached out to grab her. She easily ducked under his outstretched arms and then brought a knee up forcefully into his stomach. She was pleased to hear a loud gasp as the air was forced out of his lungs. She saw the man who initially had the gun reaching for her out of the corner of her eye and quickly bent forward and then somersaulted out of his reach. As she stood up she spun around and lifted her leg up high and aimed a kick at his chest. The kick connected and sent the man stumbling backwards away from her.
She turned and barely had time to see stocky guy dive at her waist. She jumped back and avoided his tackle and gracefully side rolled over his back. She landed and turned to kick him from behind but saw movement from her side. She side stepped another tackle attempt and this time grabbed an arm from gun guy and used his momentum to toss him into some garbage bins. She turned to finish off stocky guy but then tall guy dove at her. She batted his arms to the side and this time brought a knee forcefully into the side of his head. This time he crumpled in a heap on the ground.
Batgirl jumped back and turned to see the remaining two advancing on her. She couldn’t help but grin.. two was no problem! The two parted and decided to come at her from each side. Gun guy was closer so she crouched and with lightening speed, whipped her leg out and knocked one of his legs out from under him. Gun guy lost his balance and was forced onto the other knee helpless in front of her. She launched a kick backwards towards stocky guy and connected square in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. She twirled around and prepared to launch another kick at gun guy but suddenly felt something wrap around her legs. She felt her legs pulled together and then they were yanked out from under her.
Batgirl landed hard on her back. She quickly looked down to find the thin strong threads of a whip wrapped around her legs. She looked up in annoyance and saw Catwoman standing behind her. She reached down towards her legs but Catwoman gave a forceful tug and the whip pulled Batgirls legs upward. This threw her upper body back and she had to reach down to brace herself.
Batgirl pushed herself up off the ground and saw movement to her side. She turned in time to back hand one of gun guys arms away but was unable to change her position. He reached for her again and as she prepared to block his hands she noticed movement from behind her. She tried to turn to face her attacker but Catwoman gave the whip another sharp tug. This caused Batgirl’s weight to shift again and she had to reach back to steady herself. Stocky guy dove on top of her before she could react. She tried pushing him off but he was too heavy to move with her arms alone.
Batgirl began throwing punches at stocky guy as he covered his head from her blows. She crossed her arm ready to land an elbow when gun guy grabbed one of her wrists in a vice grip and forced it to the ground. She desperately tried to free her captive wrist but stocky guy quickly shifted his position and grabbed her other wrist. Together they each placed a knee on one of her shoulders and pinned her arms to the ground.
She tried pulling her legs in to create some momentum to throw the men off of her but as soon as she tried Catwoman gave the whip another sharp jerk. Catwoman then gracefully leapt through the air and landed nimbly, straddling Batgirl’s bound legs.
“Well done boys, for a moment I thought you were going to handle her without my help.” Catwoman said to the robbers. She slid forward on Batgirls bound legs and came to a stop on her thighs, just below the gold belt.
“You try and find another crew willing to take on one of the bats without injuring them... even her.” Gun guy said gesturing to Batgirl. She realized then that they had spent the entire fight trying to grab her. She had not been struck once by any of them.
“Isn’t a liquor store robbery a little below your taste?” Batgirl said to Catwoman, hoping she could delay whatever they had planned. She knew if she could reach her belt she could drop another smoke bomb or use a flash grenade to at least get free.
“Well the liquor store may have been a little trick to make sure we got our special friend here tonight... along with the dozen other carefully planted 911 calls.” Catwoman replied, shrugging her slender shoulders. “I like your new suit... I’m surprised the bat allowed something so...tight.” Catwoman knew from experience how Batman was with such things.. she had reluctantly partnered with him on a few occasions. He was not shy about commenting on the impractical look of her suit. She basically wore a thin leather body suit that left almost nothing to the imagination.
Batgirl tried slowly twisting her slender waist so she could get to the right pocket and then prepared to quickly jerk an arm free. Catwoman felt the subtle movement and a grin split her lips.
“Well we better get this belt off of you before anything fun happens.” Catwoman said. Batgirl quickly tried jerking her arm free but the two men had been warned and fought her arms back in place. Catwoman reached forward with a clawed hand and traced one of her pointed nails along Batgirls utility belt. Batgirl could feel the dull back of her nail pressing through her suit against her waist. A couple sparks from the built in security system were visible but had no effect on Catwoman’s claws. She then reached her clawed finger behind the gold bat buckle and with a flick of her clawed finger there was a soft click. The belt loosened around Batgirls waist and Catwoman pulled it apart.
“I don’t know what you think your going to do here but you better hurry because my backup will be here shortly,” Batgirl said trying to hide her nervousness.
“Oh silly, we know your boyfriends are nowhere near here.. we may have played a part in that too.” Catwoman replied.
Batgirl realized she had walked into a trap. Her thoughts were interrupted by the faint sound of sirens. She had never been so happy to hear the police in her life. Catwoman heard the sound as well and reached behind her back for something.
“That’s our cue boys, we better get this bat show on the road,” Catwoman said as she pulled a folded piece of cloth out of a pocket in her suit. She then shimmied up around batgirl’a waist and placed the foul smelling rag over Batgirls mouth and nose.
Batgirl knew it was some type of concoction that would make her pass out. Luckily she could hold her breath for nearly 4 minutes, plenty of time for the cops to find her. She gritted her teeth and then began trying to work her arms free. Because Catwoman had moved up to her waist she was able to slightly bend her legs. She struggled to twist her body just enough to get the leverage to buck Catwoman off.
Just then Catwoman quickly tightened her thighs around Batgirls middle, in the area just below her ribs. The force of her legs cause the air to rush out of Batgirls lungs. Batgirl moaned as she felt the breath leave her and had to fight off the urge to gasp for air. She knew she was in trouble now and struggled to free herself. She tugged on her arms but couldn’t get them free from the hold of the men. She began bucking her hips trying to dislodge Catwoman. Catwoman simply smiled and lowered herself so she was laying on top of Batgirl. She wrapped her legs around Batgirls hips and snaked her other hand around Batgirls neck.
Batgirl realized she was helpless as the three held her tight. Her vision was already getting blurry from the lack of oxygen. She decided that maybe by taking a breath she would at least get enough oxygen to buy her another minute. The liquid on the rag smelled almost like Lysol as she took a deep breath. She hoped for a quick burst of energy but instead found that she barely received any air through the rag. The air she did get was almost purely the chemical from the rag. Her vision continued to blur from lack of oxygen and now a sudden sleepiness began to creep in. Her clenched up muscles relaxed against the hold of her captors and her body began shutting down. She slowly drifted out of consciousness and faintly heard Alfred in her earpiece “stay strong Barbara, I activated your distress beacon and Supergirl is on her way......”
Batgirl woke to a shout, “ouch! Damn suit!” She opened her eyes and through blurred vision made out two shapes in front of her. “I told you it was no use you idiot.” She blinked several times and then suddenly everything came back to her. She tried to roll away from the two forms but realized she couldn’t move. She tried pulling her arms in front of her but they were held immobile by something. She looked around herself and realized she was seated on what appeared to be a large padded table. Her legs stretched out straight in front of her.
Her back rested against a large rectangular frame stationed against the wall at the back of the table. Her arms were positioned horizontally out at her sides and secured by tight straps at her biceps and elbows. Her arms were bent at the elbow and her wrists were secured above her head with another strap. The straps looped into the frame that her back was resting against. She looked down and saw that her legs were strapped down securely straight out in front of her. Straps crossed her upper thighs and also above her knees. There were open straps on either side of the ankle area of her boots. It appeared the horny thugs had gotten distracted before finishing the job. Her legs were positioned about 12-15 inches apart at her boots. There were also straps running around her waist and and across her chest under her breasts. She guessed the table on which she was seated was about 3-4 feet off the concrete floor of the room.
“I still say the pay should have been more for this shit.” Batgirl turned to see stocky guy and gun guy both nursing obvious electrical burns from their attempts at removing parts of her suit. Batgirl was glad the built in shock system of her suit had done its job. She was still wearing her mask, although she doubted that’s what they had been trying to remove.
“Naughty boys, didn’t your mothers teach you not to touch things that aren’t yours?” Batgirl turned and saw Catwoman standing in the only doorway into the room. She walked in and let the door shut behind her.
“Why don’t you give us one of those claws and come back in an hour,” gun guy said back.
“Unfortunately your services are not needed at this time. You know where to go and I will contact you for the next step.” Both men hesitated for a moment... it wasn’t often that they had a completely helpless girl tied up in front of them... much less one with a body like Batgirl. Catwoman reached behind her back towards the whip. “Boys if you aren’t out of this room in 10 seconds your money will be replaced with my whip.” The men looked at each other then walked out of the room. Stocky guy glanced longingly at Batgirls bound body as he shut the door behind him.
“Sorry about that honey, men are such dogs sometimes.” Catwoman said as she approached the table where Batgirl was seated.
“Batman isn’t going to let this go Selena,” Batgirl said glaring at Catwoman. Batman had figured out a long time ago that Catwoman was really Selena Kyle. She was a former world class gymnast who had been framed for a robbery and then beaten and left for the police at the location of the robbery. Batman had actually solved the crime and attempted to clear her name but was unsuccessful. Selena had been unable to rebuild her career and instead had used her skills to become a thief. Over the years her skills had become nearly unmatched. Due to the circumstances of her fall to crime and the fact that Batman had been unable to totally clear her name... she was often given a pass for her criminal endeavors. Batman had even removed her from police custody a few times. Batgirl knew that Catwoman was allowed an extremely long leash because she had never killed and generally refrained from injuring anyone. Batgirl also had a hunch that there was a past romance influencing Batman’s judgement.
“Oh trust me dear, don’t plan on being too mean to you. I just want to have a little chat about a few things. I doubt daddy bat will care at all.” Catwoman replied playfully.
“You might as well just let me go, I have nothing to say to you.” Batgirl said sharply. “Alfred is already directing Supergirl here.”
“I figured he would be trying to interfere... don’t worry I took care of the GPS from your belt along with the communications chip.” Catwoman stated as she walked to Batgirl’s side and softly tapped her forehead with a claw. “I doubt you’ll be hearing from him.” Batgirl did realize she hadn’t heard the butler since she had regained consciousness.
“Alfred?” Batgirl said, not caring if Catwoman heard her. She waited a few seconds but got no response.
“See! I told you I took care of any distractions!” Catwoman jeered.
“Supergirl is on her way...” Batgirl said softly.. not liking the helpless feeling that was washing over her.
“Yes I know, some friends of mine are waiting for her. Don’t worry hon we will have plenty of time for fun. We can start with the location of the Batcave entrances.” Catwoman said as she sat on the table base next to Batgirl’s bound legs. She placed a clawed hand on Batgirl’s thigh and grinned as the touch caused an uneasy twitch. Batgirl fidgeted unhappily but was unable to move her leg.
“Go to hell Selena, you know I’m not going to say a word and if you like the world outside of prison bars you’ll let me go.”
Catwoman hopped off the table and walked to the end where Batgirl’s gold trimmed boots hung off the edge. “Oh I think we might have a better conversation than you think,” Catwoman said as she inspected the boots.
Batgirl was expecting the final two straps to be fastened but Catwoman instead reached for her boots and began feeling around the top of the boots. Batgirl watched several sparks go off but whatever the claws were made of they were unaffected by the sparks. Catwoman traced around the suit at the top of the boots before stopping at the back of her leg. She then reached inside the top of the boot and received another shower of useless sparks. Her claw found the hidden snap and with a flick the back of Batgirls left boot loosened.
“What are you doing?” Batgirl asked when she felt the boot loosen. “I’m serious Selena let me out of here.” She struggled against her leg straps but could barely move. She tried to move her boot away but Catwoman just grinned and steadied the boot with her other hand.
Catwoman continued down the back of the boot until she found all 4 snaps. She undid them all and then slowly pulled the boot off, revealing a black thin impact cushion sock. She then shifted over and began swiftly working on the next boot. It was much quicker this time and within seconds she had the 2nd boot removed.
Batgirl was not sure what was going to happen but did not like having her socked feet unprotected. She tried shifting her body but the straps held her securely in place. She looked up at her hands and tried tugging on them but again only had millimeters of movement against the straps. She froze when she felt her socks being removed. She looked down to see Catwoman holding onto the tops of each sock and slowly tugging them off her feet.
“Stop it you psycho!” Batgirl demanded as she tried pulling her feet away from Catwoman’s fingers. This proved pointless and actually just pulled the socks off further, her bare heels were now visible.
“Of course hon.... I believe we were talking about entrances?” Catwoman stopped pulling momentarily and looked at Batgirl with a sly grin.
“Shut up and let me go!” Batgirl tried to sound angry but realized she mostly sounded worried. Catwoman didn’t say anything but simply gave each sock a final tug.
The socks slid off Batgirl’s feet and fell to the floor. It wasn’t cold in the room but the shock of fresh air on her warm skin caused Batgirl to jerk her feet. Catwoman grabbed her right ankle and pushed her heel down into some sort of padded base. Batgirl realized the backs of her heels were resting on a small padded stand. The structure cupped her heels and pressed up along the back of her ankle about 5 inches and went around the side of her heel about an inch on either side of her foot. The structure prevented almost any sideways movement. Batgirl had forgotten about the remaining ankle straps. They were wider than the other straps holding her in place. She had been able to move her feet a few inches up and down but as Catwoman tightened the strap her heel was forced into the padded ankle stand. The strap forced Batgirl’s ankle into a flexed position so that her toes were pointed back towards her. Soon Catwoman had both ankles tightly secured with the bottom straps. Batgirl was able to move the top of her feet slightly and wiggle her toes but that was it.
“I like your color choice hon,” Catwoman said as she tucked what was left of the straps away. Batgirl had actually just received a pedicure. Her dainty size 8 feet were tipped with a dark purple polish. The nails had been carefully trimmed and her feet were soft from scrubbing and repeated application of expensive lotion. It was a perk of Wayne manor she often utilized. She trained hard but that didn’t mean her feet had to pay the price.
Catwoman then grabbed a chair from the corner of the room and swung it around to the end of the table. She took a seat and Batgirl saw that her feet were about at Catwoman’s shoulders. Batgirl suddenly felt very vulnerable. She arched and curved her feet but besides wiggling her toes that was about all the movement capability she had. Catwoman bent over and Batgirl heard a zipper sound before she began shifting through what must have been a bag. Batgirl knew Catwoman had never seriously harmed any of Batman’s allies but she didn’t like where this was going.
“Selena whatever you are going to do... it’s not worth it.” Catwoman ignored her and seemed preoccupied with what was in the bag. Batgirl then heard a series of clicks and snaps and the sound of objects falling into the bag. Batgirl knew that Catwoman had developed claws that could slice right through steel. She realized that Catwoman was adjusting her claw tips.
Batgirl had been trained on interrogation by pain compliance. It was one of her least favorite parts of the training. She was confident that she could handle a significant amount of pain without cracking. This did seem a little different... her training had always involved painful electrical stimulation to various parts of her body. She had never actually been cut during the interrogation training. Her bare feet began to feel extremely exposed.
“Think about this Selena, this isn’t you. There are some things you can’t get a re-do on, one of them is torturing me.” Catwoman finally finished what she was doing and looked up at Batgirl.
“Well don’t get your bat panties in a bunch babe, I won’t make this any harder than it needs to be. All I want to know is how to get into your little clubhouse.”
“You know there is no way I’m telling you that. Think about what you are about to do Selena.”
“If you say so hon.” Catwoman then looked down at Batgirls helpless feet. Batgirl strained her neck to see what was about to happen and saw Catwoman lift a claw up towards her helpless left foot. She clenched her jaw and her muscles involuntarily tightened up as she braced herself for the pain.
Batgirl felt a soft sensation on her heel. She held her breath and looked down in confusion. The sensation began traveling up her heel towards the sole of her foot. Batgirl saw that Catwoman was holding something in her hand. She continued moving her hand upwards and the soft tingly sensation moved off the heel of her foot and into her arch. The sensation increased and caught her completely off guard. She tried to move her foot away but she could barely move her foot with her ankle forced into the flexed upward position. Catwoman grinned and just slightly shifted her hand with the movement. Batgirl realized that the object was a feather. The tip of the feather traced up the arch of her sole towards her toes.
“Wha...what are you doing?” Batgirl asked confused.
Catwoman didn’t respond and instead started twirling the feather into the middle of her arch and applied a little more pressure. Batgirl felt her lips split into a grin and she quickly fought it away. The sensation was too much to ignore and she again tried moving her foot away from the feather but could only shift the top of her foot slightly. Catwoman moved the feather and began tracing circles in her arch. Another grin formed on Batgirl’s face and she had to struggle to fight this one down. She realized that Catwoman was tickling her. The thought was almost comical to her but yet the feather tracing her feet was driving her crazy. She had been tickled a time or two when she was younger but it had been several years ago and never to the point where she thought she was even that ticklish.
“What’s wrong hon?” Catwoman asked with a pleased tone. She went back to spinning the feather into Batgirls sole and seemed to enjoy watching the different ways it made her jerk her foot in reaction to the touch.
“Noth...nothing....are you seriously tick...tickling meeehe.” Batgirl struggled to concentrate as she spoke but as she was finishing her sentence Catwoman moved the twirling feather to the area under her toes.
“Sheehehe....” The tickling sensation again surprised her and a giggle burst from her lips. She was surprised at how much it tickled and had to fight to keep her mouth shut. She was unable to ignore it and the corners of her mouth repeatedly bounced up in a grin. Batgirl couldn’t believe this was happening. She refused to let something so childish cause her to lose her mental control.
Batgirl closed her eyes and ridiculously began using mental discipline techniques to try and box out the sensations. Despite her best efforts to focus on her meditation and ignore the tickling sensation they were proving to be too much. Catwoman began twirling the feather along the base of her toes and each time she moved it a grin appeared on Batgirls face. She struggled to resist the urge to giggle but every time the feather moved under a different toe the grin grew bigger and bigger.
Batgirl wanted to yell about how stupid this was but feared she would lose her concentration. Catwoman began twirling the feather under her big toe and Batgirls quivering lips parted into a smile. Catwoman then moved the twirling feather between her big toe and the one next to it. Batgirl tried to jerk her foot away but could only helplessly wiggle her toes. A muffled squeak escaped her grinning face and Batgirl shook her head trying to keep her composure. She felt the feather trace along the base of her toes and then dip in between the next two. She felt another giggle building up and silently repeated to herself that she would not crack to this. The feather made its way below and between her toes and while Batgirl failed to keep a straight face, she gave herself a small victory by staying silent. The feather began tracing its way back towards her big toe.
Batgirl flinched in surprise when she felt another feather settle softly on her right heel. Her foot involuntarily flexed but was as immobile as the other. The 2nd feather began tracing up her other heel as the first one continued dancing under the toes of her left foot. She grunted softly and pushed her head back into the frame behind her. She felt the 2nd feather move off of her heel and braced herself as it moved up her sole. The feather twirled into her arch and the sensation broke Batgirls grin into a full smile. The first feather began twirling into the area between her big toe and 2nd toe.
“Eeeehehe.” The sensations were too much and Batgirl again let out a squeak between clinched teeth.
Both feathers were now in the middle of her soles tracing circles. Batgirls head was moving side to side unintentionally almost in rhythm with the feathers and her mouth again formed into a smile. She tried shutting out the sensations but she was losing her focus and couldn’t stop feeling the sensations of the feathers. The twirling feathers slowly moved towards her toes and Batgirl began defiantly shaking her head trying to keep her composure. She tried again to pull her naked soles away from the feathers but the stands her heels were strapped to prevented it. Her toes began wiggling helplessly and she tried pulling her toes back away from the feather tips as they inched closer. Batgirl tucked her chin and clenched her teeth as the feathers danced across the balls of her feet. Batgirl told herself there was no way this was going to break her. The feathers both twirled to the base of her middle toes and Batgirl let out another squeak followed by giggles.
“Mmmpphheeeehehehehehehe” Batgirl helplessly giggled.
She cursed herself for being weak and then pressed her lips closed. Her mouth parted to a grin despite her efforts and as soon as the feathers glided to another toe she lost it again.
“HeeeeHe...mphee...hehehehe.” She tried to stop the giggle but only cutely snorted and began giggling again. She tried to remember her torture training but the feathers dipped in between two of her toes and all she could think about was the damn feathers. She adorably tried to grab the feathers with her toes but they were moving too fast and the movement of her toes actually made it worse.
“Stohahehehehehap.” Batgirl giggled. She started tugging on the straps over her knees and thighs but they held strong.
Catwoman moved the twirling feathers out of her toes and started twirling them into the arches of her soles. Batgirl had been able to manage the feathers at that spot before but her willpower had been drained. Just the feel of the new sensation on her soles caused more giggles.
“Pleehehehehesehehe,” Batgirl pleaded through her giggles. She clenched her fists and was able to close her grinning mouth momentarily but Catwoman twirled the feathers back into her toes and immediately Batgirl burst into giggles.
“Heeehehehehahahehehe!”
Catwoman moved between her toes and paused in each spot for a moment, she didn’t want to wear any specific area of skin out. Batgirl appeared to have given in, her giggles and snorts were flowing constantly and as she moved around the girls helpless feet the occasional burst of laughter would escape. She was pleased to see her theory had worked out better than she could have hoped. She also found she was enjoying teasing the female bat. She twirled a feather under Batgirls big toes for a second and watched the toes twitch as another burst of laughter made its way out. She finally stopped and watched Batgirl continue giggling with a defeated look on her face. This is going to be more fun than I thought Catwoman told herself.
“That’s my girl, see I knew we would have a fun conversation.” Catwoman sat back and watched amused at how much a feather had taken out of one of Batman’s pupils. The girl was still trying to stop giggling.
Batgirl finally looked up at Catwoman’s smiling face and was at a loss for words. She felt humiliated at what had just happened to her. All her years of endless training defeated by a stupid feather.
“Have we had any second thoughts about your little hideout?” Catwoman asked. Batgirl took a deep breath and then stopped short of saying anything. She looked around the room and then back down at her bound legs and helpless feet inches from Catwoman. GET IT TOGETHER she thought... seriously... it’s tickling!
“I am going to personally slam the jail cell door on you Selena,” Batgirl said angrily. “What are you going to do... tickle it out of me?”
“If you say so Hon.” Catwoman dropped the feathers to the floor and looked at her claws. She had developed a special claw talon for this. It was made of the same material as the others and came to a slightly curved, pointed tip. The tips had been dulled just enough so that they would not overly scratch or break the skin. She had tested them out on several men from various bars who thought they hit the jackpot. After a few unfortunate messes and several scratched up victims she had gotten perfect results on the last man before knocking him out and stealing 1200$ and a 5,000$ watch. The final results were the pointed talons that she currently wore which glided smoothly over human skin.
The short break had allowed Batgirl enough time to regain some of her composure. She had been caught off guard by the tickling but assured herself it wouldn’t happen again. She had to admit that the ticklish sensation was something she didn’t know how to handle. But it’s just tickling she told herself... how bad could it really get.
Batgirl watched Catwoman reach towards her right foot. She pressed her head against the back rest and shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the soft tingly feather. Her eyebrows rose when she felt something pointed and hard make contact with her foot. She opened her eyes and worriedly look down towards her captive feet. Catwoman slowly slid her pointer finger down the arched sole, causing Batgirls toes to curl against the touch.
“Whateeeehehehehe!” Batgirl wasn’t ready for the stronger sensation and let out a gasp followed by giggles. She pressed her lips together and struggled to fight back the giggles. She tried pulling her foot away from the new sensation but Catwoman easily moved her finger with the trapped foot. She knew Catwoman was using her claws but they were not the razor sharp variety she usually sported. These had been rounded just enough so the pointed tip glided smoothly over her skin.
“Oh my, I see the nails are much worse...” Catwoman said playfully. She reached with her other hand and gently traced a 2nd finger down Batgirls other sole.
“Mmmmmmmmphhhehehe.” Batgirl tried to keep the giggles in but the sensation was too much. Her lips split into a grin and a rush of giggles slipped through. At least with the feather the sensation had been light and spread out. This was concentrated and the tickling sensation much stronger. She felt both of her legs straining against the straps as the claws traveled her foot.
Catwoman decided to stop wasting time and quickly added all her fingers to the tickling. Each finger scratching in rhythm along Batgirls soft soles.
“Woooahahahahahahahahahahaha!” Batgirl shrieked as her feet were assaulted. Uncontrollable laughter burst from her mouth and her eyes squeezed shut. Every muscle in her legs flexed against the straps but were held still. Her head rocked forward with the laughter as if she could somehow protect her helpless feet.
The laughter was so forceful it surprised Catwoman. Her surprise was almost immediately replaced by a pleased grin. She watched Batgirl squirm around helplessly against the bonds as she tickled her feet. She slowly moved her scratching fingers up her arched soles towards her toes.
“Staaahahahahahap!” Batgirl cried through her laughter. The sensation from all the claws was absolutely horrible. She pulled up on her legs with all her might and faintly heard the sound of leather stretching but gained no movement. She tried tugging her feet back desperately but could really only make her cute toes wiggle.
Catwoman then moved her wiggling claws towards the outside of Batgirl’s soles and scratched down towards her heels. She watched Batgirls head jerk to the side and then another gale of laughter rushed from her mouth.
“PleehehehahahahaseStaaahahahahap!” Batgirl couldn’t think of anything but the pointy nails dragging across her skin. The sensation was overwhelming and the fact she couldn’t move at all made it worse.
Catwoman moved down to Batgirl’s heels and set her pointy claws to work on the bottom part of her feet. She looked up in time to see Batgirl’s head slowly drop down towards her chest. Her head slightly bounced along with the laughter. Her fists still somewhat defiantly were clenched but Catwoman could see she was quickly losing her will to fight. She stayed on Batgirls heels for another moment before quickly moving her nails up onto the tender skin in the middle of her arches.
“Haaaaaahahahahaaahahaha!” Batgirls head rolled back with this gale of laughter. Her leg muscles were still involuntarily flexing but she had stopped struggling. She was unable to move at all and could only laugh in reaction to the claws.
Catwoman kept her claws dancing around Batgirl’s soles, slightly moving them around on the soft skin. Steady laughter streamed from her mouth and her head lay limply off to the side. Every time Catwoman moved her nails slightly over the soft skin Batgirls exposed feet would jerk in reaction. Catwoman continued attacking her arched soles wanting to make sure Batgirl’s resistance was completely depleted. She moved her tickling fingers up and down, and side to side. She covered the entire sole that was beginning to turn a light shade of red. Batgirl’s balled fists had unclenched besides the occasional twinge from a new area of skin being covered. Batgirl was now wheezing in breaths between her laughter and had begun to whimper.
“Aaawwwwww, come on hon, I was just starting to get warmed up.” Catwoman pulled her nails from Batgirl’s feet. She waited as Batgirl gulped down mouthfuls of air between random giggles. She finally looked up while taking another big gulp of air and Catwoman saw her eyes had begun tearing up. Batgirl let her head rest against the wall behind her while still breathing heavily.
“Let...me go...you psycho...” Batgirl said between breaths.
“You know the rules hun...” Catwoman waited a few seconds while batgirl caught her breath then leaned forward towards her feet.
“No! No! Wait!” Batgirl cried as she watched the claws move toward her trembling soles.
Catwoman went straight for the sensitive area under Batgirls toes. Her pointed talons poked into the soft skin and repeatedly pulled downwards.
“No! Staahahahahahaha Pleehehehahahahaha!” Batgirl erupted in laughter and her head and shoulders lurched forward towards her helpless feet.
Catwoman danced her claws under the wiggling toes and slowly moved up between them. Batgirl shook her head back and forth and desperately curled her toes trying to block the probing claws. Catwoman poked her thin pointed nails in between Batgirl’s toes and traced the area under them.
“Staaaahahahahahahahaphahaha” Batgirl scrunched her toes but couldn’t totally block the claws from getting at her skin. Each stroke of a pointed claw sent a spasm up her foot. Her eyes had welled up again and she felt the first tear run down her face. She suddenly felt the nails leave her left foot and grab the toes of her right foot. The fingers gently forced her toes back and exposed the sensitive skin at the base of her toes. Batgirl only had a moment before the pointed claws began stroking her skin.
“Plehease Staahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” Batgirl’s head rocked back with laughter and another tear rolled down her check.
Catwoman easily pinned the cute purple coated toes back and carefully flicked her nails along the base of Batgirl’s toes. This was clearly the girl’s most sensitive spot. Each flick on her skin caused Batgirl’s body to convulse.
Tears were now falling steadily from Batgirls eyes and her gasps for air were mixed with whimpers. The nonstop laughing and endless struggle against the straps holding her in place had drained almost all of her energy. She was beginning to have a hard time breathing. She felt the hands leave her foot and quickly gasped deeply for air.
Batgirl opened her mouth to plead with Catwoman but suddenly felt the toes on her left foot get pulled back. She shouted in desperation but it was no use.
“NooooStaahahahahahahahahaha!” Batgirl cried and was quickly enveloped in laughter. She was laughing so hard her chest was getting sore. Batgirl tried to get breaths in between the laughter but each time a nail scratched against her tender skin more laughter was forced out instead. Eventually she was unable to get any air in and her laughter turned into silent mouthing with exaggerated gasps for air in between. Her cheeks were moistened from tears falling down her face.
Catwoman watched Batgirl wheezing in smaller and smaller gasps of air while silently mouthing laughter. This girl is actually going to pass out... she said to herself. She continued attacking the soft flesh under her toes for a few more seconds until Batgirls small wheezing breath attempts sounded like hiccups. She finally stopped and sat back to watch her handiwork.
Batgirl at first continued the short wheezing breaths and Catwoman thought she had pushed too far. Another few seconds and Batgirl’s head lifted slightly and she gasped in a deep lung full of air. Her head hung limply and after another couple small wheezes she inhaled another large lung full of air. Batgirl slowly looked up through blearily eyes at her captor.
Catwoman actually felt bad for Batgirl... she couldn't remember ever inflicting so much punishment on someone in so short of time.
“Do I need to repeat myself hon?” Catwoman asked. A pure look of panic came over the exhausted face of Batgirl.
“No!...no!...please...” Batgirl stammered between breaths.
“Don’t make me ask again,” Catwoman said. She reached forward and poked Batgirls exposed sole. Batgirl’s foot jerked against the touch.
“Noahaha! Ok ok ok...” Batgirl knew Bruce would never forgive her but she literally couldn’t handle another second of the tickling.
Catwoman raised her eyebrow and then flicked a nail across her sole again. “I don’t have all day babe.”
“Aahahehe.. stop... please...fine.” Batgirl knew she had no choice but to give Catwoman what she wanted. “The entrances are 4 miles north of Walsh park on County road 14, it’s hidden behind a fallen tree. The other is under Gotham PD... the key pad combo is 4-9-6-5-1-7.” She let out a defeated moan and hung her head.
“I may not be the smartest Cat but you seem to be missing one.” Catwoman replied.
“I swear those are the only two!” Batgirl stammered. She was partially telling the truth... there was a third entrance but only Batman had ever used it.
Catwoman looked at her captive with piercing eyes. Secretly she had known that Batgirl probably didn’t know the 3rd location.
“That’s too bad,” Catwoman jeered.
“Please! That’s all I know! PleeeeeeeHahahahahahahahaha!” Catwoman pleaded to deaf ears at Catwoman reached forward and began dancing her claws all over Batgirl’s soles. Batgirl threw her head back and howled in laughter. Her body tensed up and her legs started spasming from the touch.
Catwoman tickled all over Batgirl’s soles and every once in a while would move her nails up and scratch them at the base of Batgirl’s toes. This brought out another howl of laughter and Batgirl struggled to curl her toes to avoid the tickling claws. Catwoman dropped her nails back down to her soles and resumed tickling. She watched Batgirl’s toes slowly unclench and then she ran her nails quickly back up under the toes.
“Haahahahahaaahahahahaaaaa,” Batgirl was enveloped in laughter and was too exhausted to fight at all. Even the act of curling her toes to fight off the tickly nails from getting under them was taking huge effort. Again, the nonstop laughter was making it difficult to breath. She tried focusing on getting a quick breath but just as she opened her mouth she felt Catwoman’s nails slide into her toes. Instead of getting air another gale of laughter was forced through her mouth.
Catwoman had no reason to let up now, it was almost time for phase 2 of their operation. Her associates had heard the entrance locations and were preparing already. She had one last goal for this crimefighting heroine trapped in front of her. Catwoman continued tickling the area of Batgirl’s soles. She had started falling back into silent laughter mixed with desperate grunts of air. Catwoman watched her helplessly bouncing body gasping for air and every time she heard Batgirl begin to get air she quickly moved her nails up and attacked the girls toes. This would cause another silent burst of laughter.
Batgirl’s vision was getting blurry as she struggled to pul her head up. She tried to force air into her lungs but felt claws wiggle in between her toes and gasped out whatever air she had left. She was too tired to even curl her toes. This time the nails stayed under her toes and danced around covering every inch of her sensitive skin. She couldn’t tell if it was from crying or lack of air but her vision suddenly darkened. She tried to look up but had no strength to lift her head. She tried gasping for air but only managed a soft choking sound.
Catwoman continued scratching along Batgirl’s feet until she stopped moving. The girl had passed out. Catwoman leaned back in the chair and still couldn’t believe what she had just done. An unconscious shudder went through Batgirl’s body. Catwoman watched for another second and then saw Batgirl’s silent body slowly take a deep breath. Happy with how the first operation had gone, Catwoman stood up and walked out of the room.
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Batgirl, otherwise known as Barbara Gordon, crouched silently on the top of an old library overlooking the bar district of Gotham city. It was midnight on a warm summer night and Batgirl knew that the nightlife of Gotham would be taking shape shortly. Two Gotham police squad cars passed her on the street below and she knew from her scanner that they were on their way to a stolen purse and probably would be able to handle that issue on their own.
Bargirl had been on patrol for three hours already and was beginning to get a little bored. It was not often that she patrolled by herself. She usually was with Robin and every once in a while she would go with Batman. She usually thought his involvement was a sort of evaluation on how she was progressing in her training. It felt nice knowing that she was trusted to patrol by herself for a change.
Her night of solo patrol had been aided by the fact that Batman and Robin were gone. They had flown out of the country to assist in the case of the disappearances of over 100 individuals in a two day span. The circumstances were so strange that Robin had told her he had overheard that Superman was going to help. She even got to help make up the excuse for why Bruce Wayne was leaving Gotham. She always found it funny that no one figured out who Bruce really was.
There had been a very uneasy feeling around the Bat cave due to the disappearances and even Bruce had seemed a little on edge. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen him confused about a case. She was not overly concerned about it and knew the two of them would be able to handle whatever the issue was. She wasn’t going to complain about a free night to prove she could handle things herself.
Bargirl stood up in the shadow of the neighboring building and reached her hands high above her head, stretching out her 5’7” 135lb. frame. She loved her new outfit, Bruce had allowed her to slightly personalize it when she “graduated” from his training. She had insisted on a slightly tighter more form fitting suit, and after a few weeks of arguing she finally got her way. Bruce obviously found no value in reducing the bulky armor of her suit for the more form fitting look she desired. However, once Alfred accidentally told her that Wayne Industries had developed an extremely thin military grade flexible body armor that was almost like wearing yoga pants, he lost most of his argument.
Bargirl was glad she made the change, she could move freely and her outfit looked awesome. The majority of the suit was made of the jet black new body armor. It really did almost feel like she was just wearing thick workout clothing. The material hugged her athletic frame and you could see her feminine curves as she stretched. Hard to believe the material could deflect a knife or in some cases even stop a lower caliber bullet. She did trade the all-black that Bruce seemed so fond of for a sharp looking gold that made up the bat symbol displayed across her perky breasts. The thin body armor material didn’t do much to hide them, although it was surprisingly supportive. Her boots, belt and gloves also were colored gold and the outfit was topped off by her jet black mask which covered her head and face. Her dark red hair fell out from the back of the mask and rested softly against her shoulders.
She couldn’t help but admire herself as she stretched. She had worked extremely hard on her physique even before she had used it for combat. She was not overly muscular as her fighting style relied more on flexibility and agility. As she looked down she could slightly see the outline of her side oblique muscles against the armored fabric. Robin had jokingly told her that he could see her bellybutton through the fabric because it was so tight... she couldn’t tell if he was serious.
“ Alfred, can you check to see what active calls Gotham has,” Batgirl asked her skilled assistant, better known as Bruce Waynes’s butler.
“There are 12 active calls in the city limits at this time. The police department is handling 10 of them with a current threat level of 3 or lower. There is also a noise complaint which was placed at threat level 2. I am collecting information from a new call that was just entered of an armed robbery at a liquor store on the corner of Fairfax Street and Hillman Avenue. The caller stated that there were three large males involved and at least one of them possessed a handgun. It has been classified as a level 5 threat. The police department is clearing five officers to respond to the robbery however their given ETA was at least six minutes.” Responded Alfred through her ear piece.
“Well it’s about time,” Batgirl said as she pulled out a GPS from her belt. She made a mental note of the quickest way to get to the armed robbery as well as the different ways to approach from rooftop.
Batgirl then silently leapt off the library roof top and with a quick flick of her wrists turned her cape into a makeshift parachute and landed safely next to her sport bike. Within seconds she was on top of the bike and roaring out of the alleyway driving towards the location of the robbery.
She reached the location in under a minute and got a quick update from Alfred that the suspects were believed to still be inside the liquor store. She quickly parked her bike in an alleyway two buildings away from the liquor store. She used her grapple to zip line up to the top of the roof... something that wasn’t as easy as Batman made it look. She pulled her self up on the roof and then sprinted across the next two rooftops where she landed silently at the edge and peered over at the entryway of the liquor store.
There was no one standing in view of the entrance of the liquor store although she did hear what sounded like male voices coming from the interior of the store. She began searching the building for a second entryway when suddenly she heard breaking glass and looked at the entrance to see presumably the three robbers leave the front of the store. They began running away from her towards the opposite side of the store and then they turned and ran down an alleyway towards the back of the liquor store.
“Alfred I have them running down an alley behind the liquor store,” she stated as she followed them on the roof.
“Just a reminder Ms. Gordon that they were seen with a firearm by the caller,” Alfred replied.
“Yes thank you Alfred,” Batgirl said rolling her eyes.
She arrived at the back of the building and looked down to see the three crossing the street and continuing into the next alley. As she watched them she saw the shortest of the three was holding a black handgun. She would not be able to get across the street by rooftop and seeing no one on the roadway she leapt down and bolted across the street. She grappled up to another building and then followed them as they turned and began running down the alleyway.
Batgirl followed them across three more rooftops as they ran down the alleyway before the three finally stopped. She peered over the ledge and saw the three of them huddled in a circle talking quietly. She looked them over and again quickly located the shortest of the three with the handgun. Being the shortest of the three was not saying much as they all were very large, the shortest of them appearing to easily be over 6 feet and about 200 pounds. Strangely enough she did not see any of them carrying anything. Odd for a robbery, she thought.
The stocky one of the three appeared to be doing most of the talking. The guy with the gun and the tall third robber seemed to be getting instructions. She tried to listen to what they were saying but could only make out a few muffled words. She had let enough time go bye and didn’t want to take the chance of the three of them separating. She pulled a smoke grenade out of her belt and dropped it in the middle of the men. They stopped talking when they heard the soft clunk of the gas bomb and then were quickly enveloped in gray smoke that began spraying out of the metal ball.
Batgirl, with her eyes on the man with the gun gracefully leapt off of the building ledge and floated down in the midst of the men. To her surprise, instead of looking around as they usually did the three men looked up directly at her as if they were expecting her. Even though she was caught totally off-guard her training kicked in and she lashed out with a gold boot and struck the hand of the man who was carrying the pistol.
Her kick successfully sent the gun flying out of the criminal’s hand and right before she landed she sent another kick towards the head of stocky guy who was standing next to him. Stocky guy lifted up a large arm to shield his head and her boot connected with his arm and knocked him off balance but did not knock him off his feet. She crouched in a fighting pose and looked up at all three who were now staring directly at her with amused looks on their faces.
Batgirl realized quickly that she was in a bad situation. Instead of the confusion her entrance normally caused, the men were advancing with the utmost confidence and she was the one with a confused look on her face. She had fought men much larger than her before and told herself not to panic. She took a step back to try to give her self some time to size up her opponents. As she stepped her back struck the wall of the building behind her. Her eyes widened and a small amount of panic began to creep into her mind but she had no time to dwell on it as the three men lunged at her.
The first of the three men surprisingly did not try to strike her but instead reached out to grab her. She easily ducked under his outstretched arms and then brought a knee up forcefully into his stomach. She was pleased to hear a loud gasp as the air was forced out of his lungs. She saw the man who initially had the gun reaching for her out of the corner of her eye and quickly bent forward and then somersaulted out of his reach. As she stood up she spun around and lifted her leg up high and aimed a kick at his chest. The kick connected and sent the man stumbling backwards away from her.
She turned and barely had time to see stocky guy dive at her waist. She jumped back and avoided his tackle and gracefully side rolled over his back. She landed and turned to kick him from behind but saw movement from her side. She side stepped another tackle attempt and this time grabbed an arm from gun guy and used his momentum to toss him into some garbage bins. She turned to finish off stocky guy but then tall guy dove at her. She batted his arms to the side and this time brought a knee forcefully into the side of his head. This time he crumpled in a heap on the ground.
Batgirl jumped back and turned to see the remaining two advancing on her. She couldn’t help but grin.. two was no problem! The two parted and decided to come at her from each side. Gun guy was closer so she crouched and with lightening speed, whipped her leg out and knocked one of his legs out from under him. Gun guy lost his balance and was forced onto the other knee helpless in front of her. She launched a kick backwards towards stocky guy and connected square in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. She twirled around and prepared to launch another kick at gun guy but suddenly felt something wrap around her legs. She felt her legs pulled together and then they were yanked out from under her.
Batgirl landed hard on her back. She quickly looked down to find the thin strong threads of a whip wrapped around her legs. She looked up in annoyance and saw Catwoman standing behind her. She reached down towards her legs but Catwoman gave a forceful tug and the whip pulled Batgirls legs upward. This threw her upper body back and she had to reach down to brace herself.
Batgirl pushed herself up off the ground and saw movement to her side. She turned in time to back hand one of gun guys arms away but was unable to change her position. He reached for her again and as she prepared to block his hands she noticed movement from behind her. She tried to turn to face her attacker but Catwoman gave the whip another sharp tug. This caused Batgirl’s weight to shift again and she had to reach back to steady herself. Stocky guy dove on top of her before she could react. She tried pushing him off but he was too heavy to move with her arms alone.
Batgirl began throwing punches at stocky guy as he covered his head from her blows. She crossed her arm ready to land an elbow when gun guy grabbed one of her wrists in a vice grip and forced it to the ground. She desperately tried to free her captive wrist but stocky guy quickly shifted his position and grabbed her other wrist. Together they each placed a knee on one of her shoulders and pinned her arms to the ground.
She tried pulling her legs in to create some momentum to throw the men off of her but as soon as she tried Catwoman gave the whip another sharp jerk. Catwoman then gracefully leapt through the air and landed nimbly, straddling Batgirl’s bound legs.
“Well done boys, for a moment I thought you were going to handle her without my help.” Catwoman said to the robbers. She slid forward on Batgirls bound legs and came to a stop on her thighs, just below the gold belt.
“You try and find another crew willing to take on one of the bats without injuring them... even her.” Gun guy said gesturing to Batgirl. She realized then that they had spent the entire fight trying to grab her. She had not been struck once by any of them.
“Isn’t a liquor store robbery a little below your taste?” Batgirl said to Catwoman, hoping she could delay whatever they had planned. She knew if she could reach her belt she could drop another smoke bomb or use a flash grenade to at least get free.
“Well the liquor store may have been a little trick to make sure we got our special friend here tonight... along with the dozen other carefully planted 911 calls.” Catwoman replied, shrugging her slender shoulders. “I like your new suit... I’m surprised the bat allowed something so...tight.” Catwoman knew from experience how Batman was with such things.. she had reluctantly partnered with him on a few occasions. He was not shy about commenting on the impractical look of her suit. She basically wore a thin leather body suit that left almost nothing to the imagination.
Batgirl tried slowly twisting her slender waist so she could get to the right pocket and then prepared to quickly jerk an arm free. Catwoman felt the subtle movement and a grin split her lips.
“Well we better get this belt off of you before anything fun happens.” Catwoman said. Batgirl quickly tried jerking her arm free but the two men had been warned and fought her arms back in place. Catwoman reached forward with a clawed hand and traced one of her pointed nails along Batgirls utility belt. Batgirl could feel the dull back of her nail pressing through her suit against her waist. A couple sparks from the built in security system were visible but had no effect on Catwoman’s claws. She then reached her clawed finger behind the gold bat buckle and with a flick of her clawed finger there was a soft click. The belt loosened around Batgirls waist and Catwoman pulled it apart.
“I don’t know what you think your going to do here but you better hurry because my backup will be here shortly,” Batgirl said trying to hide her nervousness.
“Oh silly, we know your boyfriends are nowhere near here.. we may have played a part in that too.” Catwoman replied.
Batgirl realized she had walked into a trap. Her thoughts were interrupted by the faint sound of sirens. She had never been so happy to hear the police in her life. Catwoman heard the sound as well and reached behind her back for something.
“That’s our cue boys, we better get this bat show on the road,” Catwoman said as she pulled a folded piece of cloth out of a pocket in her suit. She then shimmied up around batgirl’a waist and placed the foul smelling rag over Batgirls mouth and nose.
Batgirl knew it was some type of concoction that would make her pass out. Luckily she could hold her breath for nearly 4 minutes, plenty of time for the cops to find her. She gritted her teeth and then began trying to work her arms free. Because Catwoman had moved up to her waist she was able to slightly bend her legs. She struggled to twist her body just enough to get the leverage to buck Catwoman off.
Just then Catwoman quickly tightened her thighs around Batgirls middle, in the area just below her ribs. The force of her legs cause the air to rush out of Batgirls lungs. Batgirl moaned as she felt the breath leave her and had to fight off the urge to gasp for air. She knew she was in trouble now and struggled to free herself. She tugged on her arms but couldn’t get them free from the hold of the men. She began bucking her hips trying to dislodge Catwoman. Catwoman simply smiled and lowered herself so she was laying on top of Batgirl. She wrapped her legs around Batgirls hips and snaked her other hand around Batgirls neck.
Batgirl realized she was helpless as the three held her tight. Her vision was already getting blurry from the lack of oxygen. She decided that maybe by taking a breath she would at least get enough oxygen to buy her another minute. The liquid on the rag smelled almost like Lysol as she took a deep breath. She hoped for a quick burst of energy but instead found that she barely received any air through the rag. The air she did get was almost purely the chemical from the rag. Her vision continued to blur from lack of oxygen and now a sudden sleepiness began to creep in. Her clenched up muscles relaxed against the hold of her captors and her body began shutting down. She slowly drifted out of consciousness and faintly heard Alfred in her earpiece “stay strong Barbara, I activated your distress beacon and Supergirl is on her way......”
Batgirl woke to a shout, “ouch! Damn suit!” She opened her eyes and through blurred vision made out two shapes in front of her. “I told you it was no use you idiot.” She blinked several times and then suddenly everything came back to her. She tried to roll away from the two forms but realized she couldn’t move. She tried pulling her arms in front of her but they were held immobile by something. She looked around herself and realized she was seated on what appeared to be a large padded table. Her legs stretched out straight in front of her.
Her back rested against a large rectangular frame stationed against the wall at the back of the table. Her arms were positioned horizontally out at her sides and secured by tight straps at her biceps and elbows. Her arms were bent at the elbow and her wrists were secured above her head with another strap. The straps looped into the frame that her back was resting against. She looked down and saw that her legs were strapped down securely straight out in front of her. Straps crossed her upper thighs and also above her knees. There were open straps on either side of the ankle area of her boots. It appeared the horny thugs had gotten distracted before finishing the job. Her legs were positioned about 12-15 inches apart at her boots. There were also straps running around her waist and and across her chest under her breasts. She guessed the table on which she was seated was about 3-4 feet off the concrete floor of the room.
“I still say the pay should have been more for this shit.” Batgirl turned to see stocky guy and gun guy both nursing obvious electrical burns from their attempts at removing parts of her suit. Batgirl was glad the built in shock system of her suit had done its job. She was still wearing her mask, although she doubted that’s what they had been trying to remove.
“Naughty boys, didn’t your mothers teach you not to touch things that aren’t yours?” Batgirl turned and saw Catwoman standing in the only doorway into the room. She walked in and let the door shut behind her.
“Why don’t you give us one of those claws and come back in an hour,” gun guy said back.
“Unfortunately your services are not needed at this time. You know where to go and I will contact you for the next step.” Both men hesitated for a moment... it wasn’t often that they had a completely helpless girl tied up in front of them... much less one with a body like Batgirl. Catwoman reached behind her back towards the whip. “Boys if you aren’t out of this room in 10 seconds your money will be replaced with my whip.” The men looked at each other then walked out of the room. Stocky guy glanced longingly at Batgirls bound body as he shut the door behind him.
“Sorry about that honey, men are such dogs sometimes.” Catwoman said as she approached the table where Batgirl was seated.
“Batman isn’t going to let this go Selena,” Batgirl said glaring at Catwoman. Batman had figured out a long time ago that Catwoman was really Selena Kyle. She was a former world class gymnast who had been framed for a robbery and then beaten and left for the police at the location of the robbery. Batman had actually solved the crime and attempted to clear her name but was unsuccessful. Selena had been unable to rebuild her career and instead had used her skills to become a thief. Over the years her skills had become nearly unmatched. Due to the circumstances of her fall to crime and the fact that Batman had been unable to totally clear her name... she was often given a pass for her criminal endeavors. Batman had even removed her from police custody a few times. Batgirl knew that Catwoman was allowed an extremely long leash because she had never killed and generally refrained from injuring anyone. Batgirl also had a hunch that there was a past romance influencing Batman’s judgement.
“Oh trust me dear, don’t plan on being too mean to you. I just want to have a little chat about a few things. I doubt daddy bat will care at all.” Catwoman replied playfully.
“You might as well just let me go, I have nothing to say to you.” Batgirl said sharply. “Alfred is already directing Supergirl here.”
“I figured he would be trying to interfere... don’t worry I took care of the GPS from your belt along with the communications chip.” Catwoman stated as she walked to Batgirl’s side and softly tapped her forehead with a claw. “I doubt you’ll be hearing from him.” Batgirl did realize she hadn’t heard the butler since she had regained consciousness.
“Alfred?” Batgirl said, not caring if Catwoman heard her. She waited a few seconds but got no response.
“See! I told you I took care of any distractions!” Catwoman jeered.
“Supergirl is on her way...” Batgirl said softly.. not liking the helpless feeling that was washing over her.
“Yes I know, some friends of mine are waiting for her. Don’t worry hon we will have plenty of time for fun. We can start with the location of the Batcave entrances.” Catwoman said as she sat on the table base next to Batgirl’s bound legs. She placed a clawed hand on Batgirl’s thigh and grinned as the touch caused an uneasy twitch. Batgirl fidgeted unhappily but was unable to move her leg.
“Go to hell Selena, you know I’m not going to say a word and if you like the world outside of prison bars you’ll let me go.”
Catwoman hopped off the table and walked to the end where Batgirl’s gold trimmed boots hung off the edge. “Oh I think we might have a better conversation than you think,” Catwoman said as she inspected the boots.
Batgirl was expecting the final two straps to be fastened but Catwoman instead reached for her boots and began feeling around the top of the boots. Batgirl watched several sparks go off but whatever the claws were made of they were unaffected by the sparks. Catwoman traced around the suit at the top of the boots before stopping at the back of her leg. She then reached inside the top of the boot and received another shower of useless sparks. Her claw found the hidden snap and with a flick the back of Batgirls left boot loosened.
“What are you doing?” Batgirl asked when she felt the boot loosen. “I’m serious Selena let me out of here.” She struggled against her leg straps but could barely move. She tried to move her boot away but Catwoman just grinned and steadied the boot with her other hand.
Catwoman continued down the back of the boot until she found all 4 snaps. She undid them all and then slowly pulled the boot off, revealing a black thin impact cushion sock. She then shifted over and began swiftly working on the next boot. It was much quicker this time and within seconds she had the 2nd boot removed.
Batgirl was not sure what was going to happen but did not like having her socked feet unprotected. She tried shifting her body but the straps held her securely in place. She looked up at her hands and tried tugging on them but again only had millimeters of movement against the straps. She froze when she felt her socks being removed. She looked down to see Catwoman holding onto the tops of each sock and slowly tugging them off her feet.
“Stop it you psycho!” Batgirl demanded as she tried pulling her feet away from Catwoman’s fingers. This proved pointless and actually just pulled the socks off further, her bare heels were now visible.
“Of course hon.... I believe we were talking about entrances?” Catwoman stopped pulling momentarily and looked at Batgirl with a sly grin.
“Shut up and let me go!” Batgirl tried to sound angry but realized she mostly sounded worried. Catwoman didn’t say anything but simply gave each sock a final tug.
The socks slid off Batgirl’s feet and fell to the floor. It wasn’t cold in the room but the shock of fresh air on her warm skin caused Batgirl to jerk her feet. Catwoman grabbed her right ankle and pushed her heel down into some sort of padded base. Batgirl realized the backs of her heels were resting on a small padded stand. The structure cupped her heels and pressed up along the back of her ankle about 5 inches and went around the side of her heel about an inch on either side of her foot. The structure prevented almost any sideways movement. Batgirl had forgotten about the remaining ankle straps. They were wider than the other straps holding her in place. She had been able to move her feet a few inches up and down but as Catwoman tightened the strap her heel was forced into the padded ankle stand. The strap forced Batgirl’s ankle into a flexed position so that her toes were pointed back towards her. Soon Catwoman had both ankles tightly secured with the bottom straps. Batgirl was able to move the top of her feet slightly and wiggle her toes but that was it.
“I like your color choice hon,” Catwoman said as she tucked what was left of the straps away. Batgirl had actually just received a pedicure. Her dainty size 8 feet were tipped with a dark purple polish. The nails had been carefully trimmed and her feet were soft from scrubbing and repeated application of expensive lotion. It was a perk of Wayne manor she often utilized. She trained hard but that didn’t mean her feet had to pay the price.
Catwoman then grabbed a chair from the corner of the room and swung it around to the end of the table. She took a seat and Batgirl saw that her feet were about at Catwoman’s shoulders. Batgirl suddenly felt very vulnerable. She arched and curved her feet but besides wiggling her toes that was about all the movement capability she had. Catwoman bent over and Batgirl heard a zipper sound before she began shifting through what must have been a bag. Batgirl knew Catwoman had never seriously harmed any of Batman’s allies but she didn’t like where this was going.
“Selena whatever you are going to do... it’s not worth it.” Catwoman ignored her and seemed preoccupied with what was in the bag. Batgirl then heard a series of clicks and snaps and the sound of objects falling into the bag. Batgirl knew that Catwoman had developed claws that could slice right through steel. She realized that Catwoman was adjusting her claw tips.
Batgirl had been trained on interrogation by pain compliance. It was one of her least favorite parts of the training. She was confident that she could handle a significant amount of pain without cracking. This did seem a little different... her training had always involved painful electrical stimulation to various parts of her body. She had never actually been cut during the interrogation training. Her bare feet began to feel extremely exposed.
“Think about this Selena, this isn’t you. There are some things you can’t get a re-do on, one of them is torturing me.” Catwoman finally finished what she was doing and looked up at Batgirl.
“Well don’t get your bat panties in a bunch babe, I won’t make this any harder than it needs to be. All I want to know is how to get into your little clubhouse.”
“You know there is no way I’m telling you that. Think about what you are about to do Selena.”
“If you say so hon.” Catwoman then looked down at Batgirls helpless feet. Batgirl strained her neck to see what was about to happen and saw Catwoman lift a claw up towards her helpless left foot. She clenched her jaw and her muscles involuntarily tightened up as she braced herself for the pain.
Batgirl felt a soft sensation on her heel. She held her breath and looked down in confusion. The sensation began traveling up her heel towards the sole of her foot. Batgirl saw that Catwoman was holding something in her hand. She continued moving her hand upwards and the soft tingly sensation moved off the heel of her foot and into her arch. The sensation increased and caught her completely off guard. She tried to move her foot away but she could barely move her foot with her ankle forced into the flexed upward position. Catwoman grinned and just slightly shifted her hand with the movement. Batgirl realized that the object was a feather. The tip of the feather traced up the arch of her sole towards her toes.
“Wha...what are you doing?” Batgirl asked confused.
Catwoman didn’t respond and instead started twirling the feather into the middle of her arch and applied a little more pressure. Batgirl felt her lips split into a grin and she quickly fought it away. The sensation was too much to ignore and she again tried moving her foot away from the feather but could only shift the top of her foot slightly. Catwoman moved the feather and began tracing circles in her arch. Another grin formed on Batgirl’s face and she had to struggle to fight this one down. She realized that Catwoman was tickling her. The thought was almost comical to her but yet the feather tracing her feet was driving her crazy. She had been tickled a time or two when she was younger but it had been several years ago and never to the point where she thought she was even that ticklish.
“What’s wrong hon?” Catwoman asked with a pleased tone. She went back to spinning the feather into Batgirls sole and seemed to enjoy watching the different ways it made her jerk her foot in reaction to the touch.
“Noth...nothing....are you seriously tick...tickling meeehe.” Batgirl struggled to concentrate as she spoke but as she was finishing her sentence Catwoman moved the twirling feather to the area under her toes.
“Sheehehe....” The tickling sensation again surprised her and a giggle burst from her lips. She was surprised at how much it tickled and had to fight to keep her mouth shut. She was unable to ignore it and the corners of her mouth repeatedly bounced up in a grin. Batgirl couldn’t believe this was happening. She refused to let something so childish cause her to lose her mental control.
Batgirl closed her eyes and ridiculously began using mental discipline techniques to try and box out the sensations. Despite her best efforts to focus on her meditation and ignore the tickling sensation they were proving to be too much. Catwoman began twirling the feather along the base of her toes and each time she moved it a grin appeared on Batgirls face. She struggled to resist the urge to giggle but every time the feather moved under a different toe the grin grew bigger and bigger.
Batgirl wanted to yell about how stupid this was but feared she would lose her concentration. Catwoman began twirling the feather under her big toe and Batgirls quivering lips parted into a smile. Catwoman then moved the twirling feather between her big toe and the one next to it. Batgirl tried to jerk her foot away but could only helplessly wiggle her toes. A muffled squeak escaped her grinning face and Batgirl shook her head trying to keep her composure. She felt the feather trace along the base of her toes and then dip in between the next two. She felt another giggle building up and silently repeated to herself that she would not crack to this. The feather made its way below and between her toes and while Batgirl failed to keep a straight face, she gave herself a small victory by staying silent. The feather began tracing its way back towards her big toe.
Batgirl flinched in surprise when she felt another feather settle softly on her right heel. Her foot involuntarily flexed but was as immobile as the other. The 2nd feather began tracing up her other heel as the first one continued dancing under the toes of her left foot. She grunted softly and pushed her head back into the frame behind her. She felt the 2nd feather move off of her heel and braced herself as it moved up her sole. The feather twirled into her arch and the sensation broke Batgirls grin into a full smile. The first feather began twirling into the area between her big toe and 2nd toe.
“Eeeehehe.” The sensations were too much and Batgirl again let out a squeak between clinched teeth.
Both feathers were now in the middle of her soles tracing circles. Batgirls head was moving side to side unintentionally almost in rhythm with the feathers and her mouth again formed into a smile. She tried shutting out the sensations but she was losing her focus and couldn’t stop feeling the sensations of the feathers. The twirling feathers slowly moved towards her toes and Batgirl began defiantly shaking her head trying to keep her composure. She tried again to pull her naked soles away from the feathers but the stands her heels were strapped to prevented it. Her toes began wiggling helplessly and she tried pulling her toes back away from the feather tips as they inched closer. Batgirl tucked her chin and clenched her teeth as the feathers danced across the balls of her feet. Batgirl told herself there was no way this was going to break her. The feathers both twirled to the base of her middle toes and Batgirl let out another squeak followed by giggles.
“Mmmpphheeeehehehehehehe” Batgirl helplessly giggled.
She cursed herself for being weak and then pressed her lips closed. Her mouth parted to a grin despite her efforts and as soon as the feathers glided to another toe she lost it again.
“HeeeeHe...mphee...hehehehe.” She tried to stop the giggle but only cutely snorted and began giggling again. She tried to remember her torture training but the feathers dipped in between two of her toes and all she could think about was the damn feathers. She adorably tried to grab the feathers with her toes but they were moving too fast and the movement of her toes actually made it worse.
“Stohahehehehehap.” Batgirl giggled. She started tugging on the straps over her knees and thighs but they held strong.
Catwoman moved the twirling feathers out of her toes and started twirling them into the arches of her soles. Batgirl had been able to manage the feathers at that spot before but her willpower had been drained. Just the feel of the new sensation on her soles caused more giggles.
“Pleehehehehesehehe,” Batgirl pleaded through her giggles. She clenched her fists and was able to close her grinning mouth momentarily but Catwoman twirled the feathers back into her toes and immediately Batgirl burst into giggles.
“Heeehehehehahahehehe!”
Catwoman moved between her toes and paused in each spot for a moment, she didn’t want to wear any specific area of skin out. Batgirl appeared to have given in, her giggles and snorts were flowing constantly and as she moved around the girls helpless feet the occasional burst of laughter would escape. She was pleased to see her theory had worked out better than she could have hoped. She also found she was enjoying teasing the female bat. She twirled a feather under Batgirls big toes for a second and watched the toes twitch as another burst of laughter made its way out. She finally stopped and watched Batgirl continue giggling with a defeated look on her face. This is going to be more fun than I thought Catwoman told herself.
“That’s my girl, see I knew we would have a fun conversation.” Catwoman sat back and watched amused at how much a feather had taken out of one of Batman’s pupils. The girl was still trying to stop giggling.
Batgirl finally looked up at Catwoman’s smiling face and was at a loss for words. She felt humiliated at what had just happened to her. All her years of endless training defeated by a stupid feather.
“Have we had any second thoughts about your little hideout?” Catwoman asked. Batgirl took a deep breath and then stopped short of saying anything. She looked around the room and then back down at her bound legs and helpless feet inches from Catwoman. GET IT TOGETHER she thought... seriously... it’s tickling!
“I am going to personally slam the jail cell door on you Selena,” Batgirl said angrily. “What are you going to do... tickle it out of me?”
“If you say so Hon.” Catwoman dropped the feathers to the floor and looked at her claws. She had developed a special claw talon for this. It was made of the same material as the others and came to a slightly curved, pointed tip. The tips had been dulled just enough so that they would not overly scratch or break the skin. She had tested them out on several men from various bars who thought they hit the jackpot. After a few unfortunate messes and several scratched up victims she had gotten perfect results on the last man before knocking him out and stealing 1200$ and a 5,000$ watch. The final results were the pointed talons that she currently wore which glided smoothly over human skin.
The short break had allowed Batgirl enough time to regain some of her composure. She had been caught off guard by the tickling but assured herself it wouldn’t happen again. She had to admit that the ticklish sensation was something she didn’t know how to handle. But it’s just tickling she told herself... how bad could it really get.
Batgirl watched Catwoman reach towards her right foot. She pressed her head against the back rest and shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the soft tingly feather. Her eyebrows rose when she felt something pointed and hard make contact with her foot. She opened her eyes and worriedly look down towards her captive feet. Catwoman slowly slid her pointer finger down the arched sole, causing Batgirls toes to curl against the touch.
“Whateeeehehehehe!” Batgirl wasn’t ready for the stronger sensation and let out a gasp followed by giggles. She pressed her lips together and struggled to fight back the giggles. She tried pulling her foot away from the new sensation but Catwoman easily moved her finger with the trapped foot. She knew Catwoman was using her claws but they were not the razor sharp variety she usually sported. These had been rounded just enough so the pointed tip glided smoothly over her skin.
“Oh my, I see the nails are much worse...” Catwoman said playfully. She reached with her other hand and gently traced a 2nd finger down Batgirls other sole.
“Mmmmmmmmphhhehehe.” Batgirl tried to keep the giggles in but the sensation was too much. Her lips split into a grin and a rush of giggles slipped through. At least with the feather the sensation had been light and spread out. This was concentrated and the tickling sensation much stronger. She felt both of her legs straining against the straps as the claws traveled her foot.
Catwoman decided to stop wasting time and quickly added all her fingers to the tickling. Each finger scratching in rhythm along Batgirls soft soles.
“Woooahahahahahahahahahahaha!” Batgirl shrieked as her feet were assaulted. Uncontrollable laughter burst from her mouth and her eyes squeezed shut. Every muscle in her legs flexed against the straps but were held still. Her head rocked forward with the laughter as if she could somehow protect her helpless feet.
The laughter was so forceful it surprised Catwoman. Her surprise was almost immediately replaced by a pleased grin. She watched Batgirl squirm around helplessly against the bonds as she tickled her feet. She slowly moved her scratching fingers up her arched soles towards her toes.
“Staaahahahahahap!” Batgirl cried through her laughter. The sensation from all the claws was absolutely horrible. She pulled up on her legs with all her might and faintly heard the sound of leather stretching but gained no movement. She tried tugging her feet back desperately but could really only make her cute toes wiggle.
Catwoman then moved her wiggling claws towards the outside of Batgirl’s soles and scratched down towards her heels. She watched Batgirls head jerk to the side and then another gale of laughter rushed from her mouth.
“PleehehehahahahaseStaaahahahahap!” Batgirl couldn’t think of anything but the pointy nails dragging across her skin. The sensation was overwhelming and the fact she couldn’t move at all made it worse.
Catwoman moved down to Batgirl’s heels and set her pointy claws to work on the bottom part of her feet. She looked up in time to see Batgirl’s head slowly drop down towards her chest. Her head slightly bounced along with the laughter. Her fists still somewhat defiantly were clenched but Catwoman could see she was quickly losing her will to fight. She stayed on Batgirls heels for another moment before quickly moving her nails up onto the tender skin in the middle of her arches.
“Haaaaaahahahahaaahahaha!” Batgirls head rolled back with this gale of laughter. Her leg muscles were still involuntarily flexing but she had stopped struggling. She was unable to move at all and could only laugh in reaction to the claws.
Catwoman kept her claws dancing around Batgirl’s soles, slightly moving them around on the soft skin. Steady laughter streamed from her mouth and her head lay limply off to the side. Every time Catwoman moved her nails slightly over the soft skin Batgirls exposed feet would jerk in reaction. Catwoman continued attacking her arched soles wanting to make sure Batgirl’s resistance was completely depleted. She moved her tickling fingers up and down, and side to side. She covered the entire sole that was beginning to turn a light shade of red. Batgirl’s balled fists had unclenched besides the occasional twinge from a new area of skin being covered. Batgirl was now wheezing in breaths between her laughter and had begun to whimper.
“Aaawwwwww, come on hon, I was just starting to get warmed up.” Catwoman pulled her nails from Batgirl’s feet. She waited as Batgirl gulped down mouthfuls of air between random giggles. She finally looked up while taking another big gulp of air and Catwoman saw her eyes had begun tearing up. Batgirl let her head rest against the wall behind her while still breathing heavily.
“Let...me go...you psycho...” Batgirl said between breaths.
“You know the rules hun...” Catwoman waited a few seconds while batgirl caught her breath then leaned forward towards her feet.
“No! No! Wait!” Batgirl cried as she watched the claws move toward her trembling soles.
Catwoman went straight for the sensitive area under Batgirls toes. Her pointed talons poked into the soft skin and repeatedly pulled downwards.
“No! Staahahahahahaha Pleehehehahahahaha!” Batgirl erupted in laughter and her head and shoulders lurched forward towards her helpless feet.
Catwoman danced her claws under the wiggling toes and slowly moved up between them. Batgirl shook her head back and forth and desperately curled her toes trying to block the probing claws. Catwoman poked her thin pointed nails in between Batgirl’s toes and traced the area under them.
“Staaaahahahahahahahaphahaha” Batgirl scrunched her toes but couldn’t totally block the claws from getting at her skin. Each stroke of a pointed claw sent a spasm up her foot. Her eyes had welled up again and she felt the first tear run down her face. She suddenly felt the nails leave her left foot and grab the toes of her right foot. The fingers gently forced her toes back and exposed the sensitive skin at the base of her toes. Batgirl only had a moment before the pointed claws began stroking her skin.
“Plehease Staahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” Batgirl’s head rocked back with laughter and another tear rolled down her check.
Catwoman easily pinned the cute purple coated toes back and carefully flicked her nails along the base of Batgirl’s toes. This was clearly the girl’s most sensitive spot. Each flick on her skin caused Batgirl’s body to convulse.
Tears were now falling steadily from Batgirls eyes and her gasps for air were mixed with whimpers. The nonstop laughing and endless struggle against the straps holding her in place had drained almost all of her energy. She was beginning to have a hard time breathing. She felt the hands leave her foot and quickly gasped deeply for air.
Batgirl opened her mouth to plead with Catwoman but suddenly felt the toes on her left foot get pulled back. She shouted in desperation but it was no use.
“NooooStaahahahahahahahahaha!” Batgirl cried and was quickly enveloped in laughter. She was laughing so hard her chest was getting sore. Batgirl tried to get breaths in between the laughter but each time a nail scratched against her tender skin more laughter was forced out instead. Eventually she was unable to get any air in and her laughter turned into silent mouthing with exaggerated gasps for air in between. Her cheeks were moistened from tears falling down her face.
Catwoman watched Batgirl wheezing in smaller and smaller gasps of air while silently mouthing laughter. This girl is actually going to pass out... she said to herself. She continued attacking the soft flesh under her toes for a few more seconds until Batgirls small wheezing breath attempts sounded like hiccups. She finally stopped and sat back to watch her handiwork.
Batgirl at first continued the short wheezing breaths and Catwoman thought she had pushed too far. Another few seconds and Batgirl’s head lifted slightly and she gasped in a deep lung full of air. Her head hung limply and after another couple small wheezes she inhaled another large lung full of air. Batgirl slowly looked up through blearily eyes at her captor.
Catwoman actually felt bad for Batgirl... she couldn't remember ever inflicting so much punishment on someone in so short of time.
“Do I need to repeat myself hon?” Catwoman asked. A pure look of panic came over the exhausted face of Batgirl.
“No!...no!...please...” Batgirl stammered between breaths.
“Don’t make me ask again,” Catwoman said. She reached forward and poked Batgirls exposed sole. Batgirl’s foot jerked against the touch.
“Noahaha! Ok ok ok...” Batgirl knew Bruce would never forgive her but she literally couldn’t handle another second of the tickling.
Catwoman raised her eyebrow and then flicked a nail across her sole again. “I don’t have all day babe.”
“Aahahehe.. stop... please...fine.” Batgirl knew she had no choice but to give Catwoman what she wanted. “The entrances are 4 miles north of Walsh park on County road 14, it’s hidden behind a fallen tree. The other is under Gotham PD... the key pad combo is 4-9-6-5-1-7.” She let out a defeated moan and hung her head.
“I may not be the smartest Cat but you seem to be missing one.” Catwoman replied.
“I swear those are the only two!” Batgirl stammered. She was partially telling the truth... there was a third entrance but only Batman had ever used it.
Catwoman looked at her captive with piercing eyes. Secretly she had known that Batgirl probably didn’t know the 3rd location.
“That’s too bad,” Catwoman jeered.
“Please! That’s all I know! PleeeeeeeHahahahahahahahaha!” Catwoman pleaded to deaf ears at Catwoman reached forward and began dancing her claws all over Batgirl’s soles. Batgirl threw her head back and howled in laughter. Her body tensed up and her legs started spasming from the touch.
Catwoman tickled all over Batgirl’s soles and every once in a while would move her nails up and scratch them at the base of Batgirl’s toes. This brought out another howl of laughter and Batgirl struggled to curl her toes to avoid the tickling claws. Catwoman dropped her nails back down to her soles and resumed tickling. She watched Batgirl’s toes slowly unclench and then she ran her nails quickly back up under the toes.
“Haahahahahaaahahahahaaaaa,” Batgirl was enveloped in laughter and was too exhausted to fight at all. Even the act of curling her toes to fight off the tickly nails from getting under them was taking huge effort. Again, the nonstop laughter was making it difficult to breath. She tried focusing on getting a quick breath but just as she opened her mouth she felt Catwoman’s nails slide into her toes. Instead of getting air another gale of laughter was forced through her mouth.
Catwoman had no reason to let up now, it was almost time for phase 2 of their operation. Her associates had heard the entrance locations and were preparing already. She had one last goal for this crimefighting heroine trapped in front of her. Catwoman continued tickling the area of Batgirl’s soles. She had started falling back into silent laughter mixed with desperate grunts of air. Catwoman watched her helplessly bouncing body gasping for air and every time she heard Batgirl begin to get air she quickly moved her nails up and attacked the girls toes. This would cause another silent burst of laughter.
Batgirl’s vision was getting blurry as she struggled to pul her head up. She tried to force air into her lungs but felt claws wiggle in between her toes and gasped out whatever air she had left. She was too tired to even curl her toes. This time the nails stayed under her toes and danced around covering every inch of her sensitive skin. She couldn’t tell if it was from crying or lack of air but her vision suddenly darkened. She tried to look up but had no strength to lift her head. She tried gasping for air but only managed a soft choking sound.
Catwoman continued scratching along Batgirl’s feet until she stopped moving. The girl had passed out. Catwoman leaned back in the chair and still couldn’t believe what she had just done. An unconscious shudder went through Batgirl’s body. Catwoman watched for another second and then saw Batgirl’s silent body slowly take a deep breath. Happy with how the first operation had gone, Catwoman stood up and walked out of the room.
