Croc Fucks a Wet Ass Pussy (Batman)
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Chapter 1: Catwoman Sets a Trap
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: Catwoman Sets a Trap - Selina teams up with Croc for a mutual heist they've been eyeing up. Only for her plans to control him to completely backfire.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged Mind Control Heterosexual Crime Fan Fiction Superhero DomSub Rough Facial Oral Sex Leg Fetish
Selina Kyle had her eyes on a big score. She had been making plans to break it open for several months now. But no matter how many times she reviewed them, she came to the same conclusion each time. That being that she couldn’t do this one on her own.
Despite her off and on relationship with the Batman, he was the only one she could trust. The perfect mix of brains and brawn, she knew he’d be perfect. But when push came to shove, she knew she’d have to get away with her prize somehow. Then he would be her opponent. When it came to a competition of any kind with him, she knew she’d lose.
But she was resolute on getting this job done. She would have to go the extra mile in planning for this one. The heist was already a major pain. Still, there was no other option.
She had been lounging back in a cheap hotel, sighing to herself. Back to square one, huh? Outside, the Gotham nightfall was as imposing as ever. A storm had started brewing. She smiled watching it.
At least this kitty isn’t caught up in that downpour.
But as she was relaxing to herself, she heard a loud commotion outside. Cop car sirens, some gunshots. She situated herself on her knees and looked out the window like a curious little kid. A grin lit up her face when she saw the subject of the manhunt.
It was Killer Croc. Hulking and massive, he winced being hit by several bullets, but showed no obvious pain. A cop car got close to him and he instantly spun around and picking it up, tossed it into a nearby building. The explosion was so loud that for several moments Catwoman wondered if the hotel she was currently staying in was in danger.
But as he continued making his getaway, a nefarious idea occurred to her. She still needed a partner to help spring this one. She realized she had found the exact one right in front of her. She smiled and threw her head back in wicked laughter.
“He’s perfect!” she exclaimed to herself out loud.
But some things were easier said than done. As soon as she that plan popped up in her head, she realized she’d have to go the extra length to make this one happen. Croc wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box and getting him to cooperate, so many things could go wrong. Someone like him could become an adversary just as easily as he could be her partner.
She ran over several plans in her head. But of all of them, the only one which seemed resilient enough to actually go through was one where she robbed Poison Ivy’s pheromones for her own personal uses. A temptress as well as another master criminal, it wouldn’t be easy. Going through all that just to make a score seemed excessive. But when she remembered where she was hitting, she knew it was worth it.
She had just got what she came for and escaped Ivy’s minions. Her whole body was filled up with an air of exhilaration, she had just managed to avoid becoming another one of the plant mistress’ thralls. She knew this stuff was strong, had seen it work it’s magic on other people but nearly falling victim to it herself was another thing. But as the sun rose on the Gotham skyline, and she looked at the vial, brimming with that pink concoction shining in the orange light of dawn, she knew it was all worth it.
That day, she followed the criminal network on Croc’s whereabouts. It wasn’t hard, somebody as dumb as him was always glued to the action. He was hardly the type that needed anyone to watch out for him. But he was also a notorious criminal and more often than not, most of his gigs turned out the worse for wear.
Selina’s plan was to pose as an ally to him. Then she would strike. She found him lying low in an alleyway, wearing a trenchcoat. The kind of thing that would look suspicious in any other context, but at night on the mean streets of Gotham, it would be so commonplace that nobody would raise an eyebrow. And she knew exactly what he was looking at.
It was a jewel store. This late at night, there was no doubt he was planning on hitting the place. She acted fast and tapped his shoulder before he actually did it. A heist like that one required calm and sophistication, knowing where the good jewels were, and then actually finding a guy in the know to flip the metal. Someone like him on the other hand would blow it, get the heat on him and potentially even her, and then all her hopes of finding a partner might as well be in the dust. She had to act now.
She tapped him on the shoulder. Big and monstrous as he was he actually jumped back, almost ready for a fight. Then he saw it was her. He looked alarmed, but she didn’t blame him. For all he knew, she was a rival out to take his share.
“Relax would you?” she said, intending to disarm the situation immediately. “If I was out to steal your cut of the take, I’d have knocked you out from behind before you could even react, not tapped your shoulder.”
“You’re saying we should rob this place together?”
“I’m saying robbing a jewel store is tougher than it looks.”Not to mention a big guy like you could give me one hell of a fight.”What do you even know about this place?”
“I can see a lot of pretty rocks out there in the open.”
“Please. You’ll be lucky if some of that goes over a dollar. The real good stuff is in the back. They usually keep it in a box, guarded real tight. You know what I mean?”
“Well...” He paused then said, “So you know where it is right?”
“No, I don’t.” She smiled. “I didn’t come here to rob this place. I came here looking for you. How about we stop by my place? I’ve got a few ideas that you will just be aching to sink your teeth into.”
Croc looked back at the jewel store. He pondered the idea of missing out on a lucrative score. But then he looked back at her.
“If it makes you feel any better, robbing a jewel store at night isn’t always the best idea. You want to do it in the morning, when the sunlight shines in on the glass so much that the glare makes you hard to discern from everything else. That way, nobody from the outside can tell when something is going wrong.”
“Thanks for the tip. I know some people in mind that got out of Gotham Jail and are looking to make a heist. I can put them in line like this,” he said, slamming a fist into his open hand, “and the promise of money will keep them around.”
“If you’ve got a crew with you, that can backfire. No honor amongst thieves, right? You don’t really want to go back, do you? They’ll probably be looking to turn on you as much as you’re gonna break their bones.” He looked away, her words put a damper on his mood. That was exactly what she hoped for, now all she had to do was reel the hook. “And Croc...” she said in a singsong voice. A dark smile lit up her face. “The place I’m looking at will make this jewel store look like chump change. So how about you hear my idea, huh?”
He grumbled, clearly not satisfied with what she just told him but finding no other choice in the matter. “Fine.”
She took him back to her place. It was a small safe house, the kind of thing that on the surface looked indistinguishable from the various rundown homes and spots around Gotham. The inside wasn’t much better, but for her purposes, it was all she needed. It had a fully furnished living space, an open dining room and even a fireplace. Not exactly top of the line, but it would be cushy enough to make Croc feel like a king.
“I really pulled out all the stops for this one,” she said. “A bit over the top maybe, but I figure a girl like me should be able to live like a princess every now and then.” She poured two glasses of champagne.
“Wow...” he said. While he was taking it all in not even looking at her anymore, she pulled out the vial of Ivy’s pheromones. She intended to lace his drink with it, make her irresistible to him. Enlightened cooperation amongst criminals was a lacking virtue and even in Batman’s superpowered rogues gallery, the promise of money would be enough to put them at each other’s throats.
It wouldn’t be like that after he took just one sip. He would be head over heels for her, would obey her every command. Croc left a bit to be desired in the brains department. But he was all about the brute force, and with her controlling his pea size brain, she had no doubt this one would go according to plan. A perfect weapon for her to use as she pleased, it would be like as if she was Poison Ivy herself. Feeling very cheeky, Selina unzipped enough of the front of her suit to bare her voluptuous cleavage. One drink of this stuff and he’d be begging for the chance to worship at her altar.
Croc was still busy looking around the place. Meanwhile she was holding the vial of pheromones in her hand, ready to sprinkle it in his drink. A smile had spread over her face, she was already an accomplished criminal on her own, but with him at her beck and call, she’d be virtually unstoppable. The only real competition she’d have would be the real big names, the likes of Bane and Hush. And even then, the idea of forcing them to meet their match was an idea that pleased her very much.
She had sprinkled the vial into Croc’s drink, pink sparkles twinkling and then vanishing into the drink like pixie dust. The smell of the wine alone was getting her all woozy and she felt her nipples tingling under her suit and a pleasant warmth spread in her vagina. She couldn’t begin to imagine the effect it might have on him. That Dr. Isley was something alright.
But things didn’t go quite according to plan. She was walking over to Croc with both drinks in hand. He had a smile on his face as she handed him the drink, no doubt he was getting a whiff of the magic juice too. Just as she was making to hand it over to him, silent herself but practically gloating all the while, the drink slipped right out of her fingers. She made to catch it but it was too late. Her trophy slipped right out and into the fireplace.
Croc looked at the fireplace with a nonplussed look. “Well, it happens.”
Selina on the other hand was not so pleased. She had gone all the way to rob Poison Ivy to make this partnership work, and now she had no idea on how to make Croc bend to her will. The man was an idiot, and as gullible as people like him could be, that stupidity could be a double edged sword. But that love potion would have solved all those woes from the start.
Just as she was sitting there, her mind trying to think of some way to convince Croc to work with her permanently, she smelled the same fumes from the spiked drink. She figured it must have been a phantom memory of the vial she poured into Croc’s glass trying to cheer her up now that her plan was ruined. Her body was once again filled up with a giddy lightness.
But the smell lasted a lot longer than she expected. She kept on smelling it, and it wasn’t just her whole body that got all hot and bothered, her mind was becoming dumb and happy too. Looking over at Croc, all sorts of naughty thoughts invaded her mind, on how badly she wanted to fuck him just then and...
Croc had a big dumb smile on his face too. He was looking all over her, that sleek catsuit clung to her naturally sexy body but especially her breasts. Her cleavage was already an enticing thing and right now, her lovely large breasts hanging out of the confines of her suit excited him so much. She swallowed a lump in her throat when she realized the prospect of him taking her excited her more than she could bear, knew the meaning in his eyes. And then he stood up, pitching a tent in his pants.
It was so big, bulging in his pants it didn’t look like a boner it looked like a battering ram. She sighed longingly before she realized it and then the thought occurred to her that maybe she shouldn’t have done that. She wasn’t thinking that for long though, not when he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down onto the floor. They were both sent downward in a rough scuffling motion.
Selina was a bit irritated from falling so roughly, but not for long. He was right on top of her, dry humping her, and with every motion, the friction between the two of their bodies rubbing up together ignited a raw heat in her body. It was far worse with the way he was fondling her tits hanging out of her suit, kneading them with as much strength as was expected of a criminal with the name of Killer Croc. In any other state, the severity of his caresses would have been painful, but she was that hopped up on Ivy’s serum that his big hands mauling her bare flesh had her moaning loud like the many whores that lined Gotham’s streets. With every one of his strong touches with his big hands and claws grazing her creamy mounds, her chest felt like it was being struck with lightning.
She had just started to come to, that fall and her mind being messed up from Ivy’s magic was making her vision swim all over. It was a big contrast to the racy sensations running riot through her body and before she knew it, she was already dry humping Croc right back. But just as soon as her vision had fully recovered, she realized he was licking all over her face.
Her mind didn’t even flare up with irritation. Her instincts were only flaring up to one thing and before she knew it, she stuck hers right back out to meet his, and the nasty wet kiss was driving her crazy. They were both mashing their tongues up together, they were still humping each other roughly.