Catwoman Learns the Hard Way
Summary: When Catwoman steals from the Black Mask, Roman Sionis must make her pay, but instead of torturing her family he chooses a far crueller, more insidious path.
WARNING: THIS PIECE OF FAN-FICTION CONTAINS NON-CONSENSUAL GRAPHIC SEXUAL INTERCOURSE, COARSE LANGUAGE AND THE BLACK MASK.
A.N: I wrote this such a long time ago that I still feel shame reading this. Lets cringe together! This is my writing style years ago and I'm posting this to remind you people that I'm alive.
Disclaimer: The characters and setting used belong to DC comics. I don't own any rights whatsoever.
Selina Kyle basked in the afterglow that had always accompanied her after a bountiful and perilous crime committed with no witnesses and cameras present. This capers finish called for celebration.
Last night she had stolen from Roman Sionis- the King of Gotham's underworld. A man so intimidating he could easily rival her bat clad beau in his grip on the city, strangely both men had a lot in common.
They both wore masks and adored colour black. Both were Gotham's socialites and their parents of both had died when they had been young. Only difference was young, innocent Bruce had to suffer the loss his loved parents, but Roman Sionis had gleefully blown up the manor by a gas leak killing his despised parents, nobody could prove it and it would be a lie to say that they were mourned by the rest of the city. Another thing, they both enjoyed violence. However, whereas Batman used it punish the wicked, the Black Mask found a perverse pleasure from maiming and crippling lives who had wronged him or had even dared to stand in his way, and yesterday she had stolen from him a statue of solid gold.
The bejewelled statue of Egyptian goddess Bast, smuggled out of museum during one of the many riots that had broken out in Cairo, Catwoman had decided that the beautiful and valuable statue a lot more worthy place to be than as a dust collector standing in one of the many vaults Sionis had hidden around the city.
Getting in had been easy enough, sure the security had been top notch and itself was always guarded by at least three men. Fear grenade stolen from good ole Crane and a tranquiliser gun was more than enough to take out the guards and frame the fear doctor. In her heart she might've felt pity for the man when Roman Sionis would get his hands on him, but she took solace that he wouldn't kill the mad doctor seeing as the toxin and its developer were needed alive for the welfare of Gotham's underworld.
The door had been the largest challenge to obtain the invaluable statue. Three hundred millimetre thick door opened only by gel palm scanner and acoustic voice sample analyser, normally impossible to breach, but yet it had a weakness the Swiss hadn't realised- energy weapons.
Laser cutters were a thing of the past seeing as alien salvaged plasma technology now was freely available in the black market and for 500 000 $ she had purchased her first plasma dagger. At first she had regretted the cut it had made into her finances, but this heist would have her set up for the years to come, but enough had been never enough as Selina had discovered after her first big heist, that despite having all money she would ever need didn't lessen her criminal impulses, in fact the adrenaline gained from the illegal activities was like a drug to which she had been helplessly addicted to.
At least it made her rich and kept her in form.
So after a late evening of partying she and the young muscled gentleman 'Alex' whom she had met at the Iceberg Lounge tumbled through her flats door. Selina drunkenly reached for the light switch and after brief few tries she laughed and embraced the young man with a passionate kiss. Both laughed while he carried her to the bedroom.
As the door opened they could see a shadowy outline of a person sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Who are yu?" 'Alex' incoherently muttered and Selina just laughed at his antics, alcohol numbing her cat like sense of danger inside her very own room.
*BANG!* echoed a gunshot and her toy for the night fell down on the mahogany floor dropping Catwoman onto her pert posterior. The last thing she could make out before a dress shoe knocked her unconscious was a grim skull like mask and two merciless dark brown eyes shining with barely constrained malice and sadistic glee.
"I hoped it would be Wayne…Guess we both can't have what we want, ain't that right kitten?"
Selina Kyle prided herself for being a strong independent woman who wasn't easily scared, but being awakened in a makeshift meat locker with bodies hanging from the meat hooks whilst being handcuffed to a metal chair and standing face to face with a man whose short list of hobbies contained torture and anything causing other people pain would anyone save Batman shivering in fear.
He looked impeccable in his striped white suit with his iconic skull like mask covering his entire face. His posture was relaxed and it didn't mean anything good for her. Selina hoped Batman would burst into the room any second and break Sionis jaw to wipe off that amusing glint in his eyes, but the odds ruefully were 1 to a billion and the best she could get from him would be a quick death by a shot to the head, but he was not unlike a cat when dealing his victims, Black Mask liked to play with his food and unfortunately she had a feeling that she'd be his main course for dinner.
A snap of fingers echoed through the camber and suddenly she was yanked out of her thoughts by two burly men who unlocked her handcuffs and immediately refastened the handcuffs around her wrists to the chains dangling from the ceiling leaving her stretched out with her feet barely touching the cold floor.
"That's enough boys, thank you…now go and join your colleagues guarding the other guests" He chuckled darkly as he dismissed the suited gorillas.
There were others? She thought meekly as she prayed for the poor wretches who had to suffer the crime lord's displeasure and also added a prayer for herself as she saw surgical equipment laid onto the table next to a small TV, before her mind could wander further away from the depressing situation she had gotten herself into a heavy backhand knocked her back into the bleak reality.
"This is a conversation after all kitten and ignoring ones host might be seen as impolite in civilized society such as ours and I don't want to hurt you any more than necessary" he drawled sarcastically as he picked up and inspected a scalpel in the artificial lightning. She wanted to spit out a sarcastic remark just to spite him, but even she knew when to stop and she settled for a meek, oh so cliché "What do you want from me?"
Black Mask seemed unprepared for this question and there was the surprise rarely seen in his grim persona, but it vanished as quickly as Joker from Arkham. Instead a sinister aura surrounded him as he put down the scalpel and grabbed the remote of the small TV and turning once again to face her said in a business-like manner
"You have something of mine and I'd like to know its whereabouts before you've received your punishment and shown some remorse over your actions…but if you don't want to comply -"
"You'll torture me until you get bored of my screams and then off me in some incredibly painfully. As if I already hadn't heard this from scarier men than you!" That in hindsight hadn't been the most advised line of action to take with your sadistic captor who tortured people whenever he felt bored.
She closed her eyes and prepared for sharp pain , but when the pain never registered itself in her neural system Selina gathered the courage and opened her eyes and looked straight in her bruised sisters, Maggie Kyle's, face looking at her from the TV screen.
"Y'see dear I hate to be predictable and your pain would just harden your resolve to resist my offer and lead into your premature death making many young men cry their eyes out including certain Bruce Wayne, which could be a big plus in my books, but since my plane leaves in about six hours I'd like to wrap this up in four and let you out on the way to the airport. But if you're going to interrupt me once again I will go through with my plans of unspeakable torture for your newlywed sister and her wuss of a husband" He said the whole thing calmly without missing a beat and he even zoomed out the camera to show the unenviable position she had her sister and her family put in.
The camera zoomed out revealing to her the horrifying situation her sister was in. She was lying on the floor only clad in her lacy blue underwear with five of Sionis bruisers standing around her in a circle eying her like dogs would a steak and it made Selina sick as she understood what Sionis had planned for Maggie if she was unwilling to play by his rules and as her monstrous captor panned the camera to see Simon tied to a punching bag with two other goons practicing their baseball bat swing.
"Now where is the statue?" Sionis asked menacingly grabbing her chin with his glowed hand.
Even if she had had any hesitance to divulge the location of her loot now it was non-existent as she imagined the brutes ravaging her sister who had no business in Catwoman's heists and her poor husband who would be forced to watch whilst being beaten to death. Time was running out as Sionis already held a microphone in his hand and theatrically cleared his throat.
"IT'S HIDDEN IN MY SAFE BENEATH MY WARDROBES FLOOR! LET THEM GO YOU SICK FUCK!" she shouted.
"I didn't hear the magic word dearie. Good evening gentlemen! The Boss's speaking. I've recogni-"
"PLEASE LET THEM GO! I BEG OF YOU!"
"Well what do you know a cat can be trained…" he trailed off as he cleared his throat once more and instructed the henchmen "You heard the lady, boys. Knock these two out and get them the fuck out of here, after that raid Catwoman's flat. Whoever gets me that statue will get a paid week off"
Then Black Mask turned the TV off and ripped out the cord of the microphone and tossed it on a nearby couch that now seemed so out of place.
"Excellent choice kitten, now that you have remedied your errors we can now discuss the terms of your repayment for my oh so merciful self for saving your relatives from those beastly men" without any shame whatsoever the man almost purred and Selina didn't know whether to be afraid or relieved as he caressed her cheek sending those awful mixed messages.
"What more do you need of me before you will be satisfied?!" she asked as dread begun to rise in her chest. He wouldn't go as far as go back on his word, Black Mask was ruthless, but he wasn't a word breaker which made the feeling even worse as a compensation the mobster would ask something much worse.
Roman didn't say anything just walked next to her and pulled her strapless black dress down her waist pressing his mask to her lips in a mock kiss.
(I feel terrible for writing this as much as she deserves it as she stole from a man who tortures people for kicks, if anything she is lucky that it won't leave any permanent marks)
The cool air assaulted her ivory skin, spreading goosebumps across her almost naked upper half.
She didn't have predicted this, hell even in her sickest fantasies this scenario hadn't appeared and now she was going to be taken like a whore crying and pleading as that vile man brutalised her. It had been twenty years since last night she had had to sell her body for survival and somehow Roman Sionis, the despicable oh so despicable and merciless bastard had known this.
"You know kitten nothing teaches people more than a memory combined with an existing situation" Sionis rasped and nuzzled her collarbone, sending unpleasant shivers running down her spine. Selina's large breasts were suddenly exposed to the cool air as Sionis ripped her hundreds of dollars' worth bra apart and squeezed them harshly, enticing a loud shriek from the woman.
"Now kitten, how did it feel to let that disgusting slob fuck you for nickels? I know everything about you, little Annie Falcone, and I won't stop until I've extracted my pound of flesh and when I'm through with you girlie, you'll need a shower of bleach to get rid of my stench." The mobster gloated as his left hand slowly travelled down her toned stomach and into her nether regions.
Selina hadn't resigned herself to her fate and tried to break free of the cold restraints as the monster's hand neared her sacred core.
"NO! STOP, PLEASE STOP ROMAN!"Catwoman whimpered, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as she felt his hard erection pushing into her behind as her captor and probably rapist exhaled, his poisonous breath taking form of white vapour due to the temperature of the room.
She was prepared to feel the pain of penetration, but instead his hands travelled upwards and the mobster grasped her breasts, squeezing them painfully while following up by a savage hip thrust which made it even worse. This agonizing helplessness and waiting was unbearable.
In a blink of an eye the manacles that bound her arms were exchanged by shiny handcuffs and in desperation a fighting spirit awoke inside the trapped woman.
As she fell, she prepared a vicious elbow jab and a head bash, but Sionis had anticipated this and threw her into the couch. Immediately he pounced at her and before Selina could even consider another counterattack, he had forced her hands above her head and snapped the link between the cuffs to a fastening that held her in place.
"Oh, Kitten" Sionis groaned as he carelessly dropped his jacket onto the frozen floor "I do like it so when you fight" the gangster purred as he removed his white tie and took off his gloves.
"Imagine if I had found you then…" he leered with a disgusting smirk on his deformed face as he approached her like a predator before a wounded prey. Now there was the grim certainty that she wasn't going to escape this and she slackened, finally giving up.
"…What a pleasant little whore you'd ma- what?!" the Black Mask was brought out of his reverie as he noticed the dead expression in her eyes.
"Look kitten if I wanted to fuck a dead fish, I'd dig up Fish Mooney" he shook his head and chuckled, before turning his eyes on her and only to see the fury in her eyes. How could he? How could he debase her mentor so? Didn't he have enough already? What more of her he was going to ruin?! What would be left after that? Selina couldn't continue this trail of thought as Sionis roughly cupped her chin in his hand.
"What a wuvvy widdle kitten I have here" he cooed as he released her chin, allowing her to spit him right on the monstrosity he called a face.
Apparently this didn't faze him much "Heh," Roman barked as he stood back and slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper.
Selina gritted her teeth as his hands, no, claws spread her legs open and slid between them.
Face to face with him, Roman cupped her chin again and pressed his mask against her lips in a mock kiss.
She could only look at partially dismembered corpses as her nether regions were exposed to frost and she could only think of Bruce as the first of savage thrusts smashed into her.
Tears fell down her face, although her make-up was ruined already.
It was late when the black van let Selina out in front of her flat. Her neck was covered in bite marks and bruises, as rest of her body and she couldn't walk straight. Thankfully the apartment building valued privacy and she reached her apartment without encountering a single soul in her way.
Having entered the sanctuary that was her apartment, she disregarded any mess the thugs had made and after grabbing the phone, she quickly hobbled to the bathroom and slipped into shower.
The hot water crashed over her, soaking the clothes Sionis had thrown on her defiled body.
Selina curled into a ball and let the water mix with her tears as the past came crashing into her. She couldn't stop, and she didn't want to, she had to get the stench off her.
With shaking fingers, she called the only person she could trust.
"Bruce…help me," the woman cried into the phone and threw it out of the shower as she hugged her knees.
The Wayne heir or Batman as he was more commonly known to the nocturnal world zipped through the city to find the defiled woman, her defiler was halfway to Russia to broker a gun deal.
As his secretary filled his glass with absinthe, the Black Mask lifted his eyes from the screen, allowing his eyes to follow 's shapely backside as she left to change into a more…suitable attire for what he had in mind. Then he turned his attention back at the laptop in front of him.
Catwoman's tear ridden face pressed into the couch looked back at him with disgust and fear as his own voice laughed viciously in the background.
This was going to his private collection.
Nah, he'd torture Nygma with it first.
A.N 2: I was such an edgy dickhead back then. Well…I still kinda am, but the Edge is gone…mostly… I mean I wear Hawaiian shirts whenever I can. How can I be edgy?
Have a nice day, leave a review and so on and on
-Spook