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This builds on https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=86991.0, https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=87748.0, and https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=88142.0.

It was actually Jimmy Olsen’s idea.  Sidekicks at times are good for something.  Because it was his idea, he was invited.  Because Jimmy was invited, Dick Grayson was invited too.

The idea?  Tag teams.  Kara Zorel and Diana Prince, versus Selina Kyle and Pamela “Ivy” Isley.

Bruce had the place - the mirrored room in Wayne Manor where Kara had fought Barbara Gordon.  Alfred installed two posts at opposite sides of the room.  You’d think he’d get invited too, but no.  He’d still watch the cctv from Bruce’s mancave, resentfully.

Selina lapped up the idea.  Ivy had to think about it, but it quickly grew on her.  Brunette and redhead. One team was set.

Kara and Diana took a little longer to agree.  They didn’t much like each other - no wonder, since Kara acted so fucking superior.  But Diana wanted more of Clark’s cock, and having worn out Barb Gordon, Kara was swinging back to lusting for Bruce.  They were in, blonde and brunette.

Oh yeah, the winning team got Clark and Bruce.  Jimmy and Dick got the losers.  It may have been Jimmy’s idea, but he was just the fucking sidekick.

There was only one rule.  One member of each team had to keep a hand on their post at all times. 

So here they all were.  Selina wore slinky black leggings, low-waisted, ending at black stilettos.  Ivy wore green, of course; lace panties and heels.  Kara wore red cheekini panties and matching heels.  Diana wore red heels and a tiny red, white, and blue thong.  Her patriotism barely covered her pussy.  All four were topless.

“Holy  . . . “ Dick started. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Bruce snapped.  That shit drove him crazy.  The kid was a birdbrain.

“You,” Kara said. She was pointing at Selina.  “I want you.”  Her weekend dominating Barb had been tainted by Bruce’s obsession with this bitch, his little pet.  Selina grinned like the cheshire cat.  She dragged her nails down her post and stepped forward to meet the blonde.

“I like what you did to that Gordon bitch,” she purred.  “But she is minor-league, you know.  And Bruce tells me she nearly beat you.”  She flicked a nail at Kara’s right breast.  “This one, he said - has it healed?”

Kara slapped her.  Selina’s head whipped sideways and came back snarling.  She slashed her claw across Kara’s hard stomach.  The blonde gasped.  She’d never felt nails that sharp and hard before.  “I’ll carve my initials in your chest, bitch,” Selina promised.  “A big red S will look good on you.”

Kara slammed her tits into the brunette’s.  “Shut up, bitch,” she said.  “The only thing you’ll do is take little Dick up your ass when I’m finished.”

“It’s not lit - “ Dick chirped, but Bruce glared at him and he closed his mouth with a click.

“Fuck her up, Kara!” Jimmy cheered.  He wanted Selina’s team to lose, because he was itching to plant his cock in Ivy’s fine creamy ass, her secret garden.

Selina stepped back from Kara’s boob bash.  Her balance on those heels was amazing.  Kara thrust at her again and Selina hit her head-on.  Kara gasped.  Fuck, Selina’s tits were hard!  It was the blonde who staggered, tottering on her heels.  Selina’s lips curled back from sharp teeth, and she slammed her tits into Kara’s again, and again.  She twisted a little, to pound her left into Kara’s right just a little harder. 

“Come on, Kara!” Diana shouted.  Clark had promised her his little-not-really-cousin would hold up her end, but she wondered if the bitch really had the tits to take on Selina.  The brunette was an animal.  Diana couldn’t wait for her turn.  She’d tame the bitch.

Kara clinched.  Selina raked her back and her ass as their tits ground together.   The blonde wailed but locked her arms around Selina’s ribs.  Kara was strong as fuck; she had to use that power.  Her biceps bulged as she squeezed.  Selina twisted and fought but she couldn’t break loose.  Kara had her collared, and she meant to crush her.  Selina’s head snapped back, her dark curly hair flying, as she mewed in pain.  Her claws came up, and slashed across Kara’s eyes.

Kara screamed, and staggered back, her vision burning.  Momentarily blinded, she reached out, desperate to tag.  “Here, dammit!” said Diana.

“That's right - call your kitty, Diana,” Selina said, and licked her nails.

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Diana and Selina.  The four cocks in the room were stiff before but now they were on high alert, hard as steel, like spotlight signals stabbing into the sky.  The two brunettes.  The fight everyone wanted to see.

And Selina smiled, and turned away.  Her heels clicked across the floor until she ran her hand across Ivy’s cheek and touched their post.

“Fraidy cat,” sneered Diana.  Selina’s smile didn’t waiver.  She didn’t have a drop of fear.  Only a fine sense of anticipation.

Ivy strutted forward, tossing her auburn hair back.  Certainly none of the men went limp at the sight of her.  Her big pale tits swayed just a little as she walked, her nipples nearly red, big areola saucers with two studs jutting out in their centers.  She didn’t pause until she’d walked right into Diana, their tits mashed together.  Sinuously, she curled one long leg around the brunette’s, and intertwined their fingers.  “I’m even stronger than I look, bitch,” she whispered in Diana’s ear, and licked it.  Diana seemed almost dazed by the raw sexuality wrapped around her.

Ivy’s fingers tightened.  The muscles in her leg hardened.  Diana gasped.  “Fuck!” she moaned.  Her hands bent.  With legs curled as they were, Ivy’s lower belly and hips were grinding into hers.

“Exactly,” said Ivy.  She sank to the floor, pulling Diana down with her.  She spread Diana’s legs wide - very wide - with her grapevine hold.  Still twisting one hand, Ivy freed the other and ran it down Diana’s body, exploring every inch.  It was like her body molded to the brunette, fitting herself to its curves and angles.  By the time her fingers reached Diana’s pussy, Diana was dripping wet.  When Ivy caressed her clit, she jerked like she’d taken an electric shock.

“Cum for me, Diana,” Ivy cooed.  She rolled her shoulders so that her nipples worked Diana’s to the edge of pain.  “Give into it.  Let me scratch that itch for you.”  She smiled, because she could feel it.  She could feel how close Diana was.  She turned her hand, and slipped two fingers into her.  “Oh you’re sooo wet,” she whispered.

But in the next second, it was red hair, not dark, that whipped as a head went back.  Diana’s free hand had crept down their bodies as well, and she had suddenly pulled aside Ivy’s lace and plunged three fingers into her.  Ivy trembled to her roots.  In the center of their crushed-together breasts, she felt Diana’s nipples spear up into hers like two little swords.

“Years of all-girl schools,” Diana said.  The shock in Ivy’s green eyes was delicious.  “Let’s fuck, bitch.”  Ivy shook her head wildly, clenched her teeth, fighting her own body for a semblance of control.  Locked together, the two women now furiously pumped their fingers into each other, racing together towards climax.  The polished hardwood beneath their spread legs gleamed with wet, spilled juices.

“Oh god ohhh fuck,” Ivy moaned.  Diana had maneuvered her hand so that the base of her thumb was rubbing Ivy’s clit as she kept pounding her fingers into her.  The redhead was shaking now, like leaves in the wind.  Diana twisted and Ivy lost her place on top.  They lay side by side, eyes locked together. 

Jimmy Olsen was the third member of this race, stroking his cock like mad, his eyes glued to Ivy, imagining he was the one driving her to her orgasm.  He stood, staggered to them, knelt at their heads.

“Cum for me,” Diana spoke to both redheads, her voice low and tense and commanding and insistent, a tribal drumbeat.  “Cum, cum, cum, cum, cummmmmm.”

Jimmy did, spurting a stream across Ivy’s face, hitting her closed eyes, her open mouth, then across her tits.

Ivy did, her hand jerking away from Diana, her body shuddering.  She slapped the floor, and screamed, pleasure and fury mixed together.

Diana stood, trying to conceal her own shakiness.  The little redhead bitch had taken her closer than she wanted Selina to know, but Selina knew anyway.  She walked to their post and kissed Kara, hard.  The blonde’s eyes had cleared from Selina’s scratch, but they were steamed over by what she’d just watched.  “Your turn,” Diana said.  “I softened the ground for you.  Go rip her out by the roots.”

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Kara stalked across the floor, gathering speed.  She was almost running when she hit Ivy, barely on her feet and still shaking from her orgasm at Diana’s hand.  She hit her chest to chest and blasted the redhead off her feet.  Ivy twisted on the floor in pain.  When she didn’t climb to her feet, Kara gripped her big pale tits and lifted her.  Kara slammed Ivy into one of the mirrored walls and dug her fingers deep into her, savagely mauling her, ignoring the waxy coating of Jimmy’s cum.

Ivy screamed and grabbed Kara wrists but the blonde was too fucking strong.  Ivy couldn’t break that grip.  She flung her arms around Kara’s neck instead, and wrapped her legs around the blonde’s waist.  She locked her ankles, and squeezed. 

Kara staggered under the full weight of the redhead as Ivy clung to her.  “Body slam her!” Diana shouted, but it was too late.  Kara’s knees buckled.  Ivy rode her to the floor, and poured on the scissors, a crushing vise on Kara’s belly.  She added a breast claw, paying back the blonde for the mauling she’d just taken.

Ivy was relentless.  Every time Kara exhaled, she’d tighten her legs just that much.  Each time Kara inhaled, she got a little less air.  And the breast Ivy had was the one Selina had marked, the one Barb Gordon had injured.  Kara’s weakness, her kryptonite as some comic book nerds would call it.  Ivy crushed it as hard as she crushed Kara’s guts.

Diana was furious.  Clark had told her the blonde bitch was some kind of supergirl, and the fucking botanist was beating her ass.  “Come on, Kara!” she screamed.

“Give up, Kara!” Ivy mocked in return. Kara moaned.  She opened her mouth, trying to speak.

Diana couldn’t take the chance.  She bolted from her post.  Quick as a cat, Selina followed, but still a whisker too late.  Diana viciously kicked Ivy in the head a split-second before Selina hit her head on.

Kara wrenched loose, and threw herself on Ivy.  Selina slammed Diana into a wall.  Both pairs were tits-to-tits.

“Anyone want to enforce the rules?” Clark asked.  “No?”  He didn’t think so.

Selina ground her tits into her pinned foe.  At the same time, she raked Diana’s hips and legs with her nails, slashing red stripes into her skin.  Diana saw stars. Oh fuck it hurt.  She threw her arms around Selina’s ribs, and bearhugged her.  Selina mewed in pain. She dug her claws into Diana’s ass, plunged her face into the angle where Diana’s neck flowed into her shoulder, and bit down.  She still drove her tits into Diana’s, her feet planted hard.  Trapped in the bearhug, their breasts had nowhere to go.  The compression pain was agonizing.

Kara and Ivy broke apart and scrambled up.  The blonde smashed into Ivy, swinging her tits like fists into the redhead’s. Left.  Right.  Ivy titpunched back.  It was as savage as a fistfight.  They staggered under the impacts, caught themselves, hit back.  The slap-thud sound of their colliding tits was incredible erotic.   Both were badly bruised as small blood vessels burst from the pounding. 

God, Selina’s teeth and claws!  Diana screamed in pain.  The bitch was like an animal!  But the brutal crushing pain in her tits was worse, much worse.  Diana had titfought dozens of cruel cxnts in her life but this one, this one was killing her.  There was a bomb ticking in the center of her tits, an explosion of unbearable pain building and building and building as Selina pushed. 

There were no good girls and bad girls here.  Just two savage stalemates, two viciously even fights to the finish.  Bruce and Clark bumped fists.  “Holy fuck,” Dick said in amazement, and even Bruce nodded.

[Rocko23]

Wow this is going really well. Brutal as well. Hope Diana and Kara win! Nice humour with Dick and Jimmy lol

[carolsingapore76]

really enjoying this... thank you

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Selina raised her face from Diana’s bitten shoulder, her lips wet with her blood.  “Give up, cxnt,” she snarled.  The pain in her ribs from Diana’s bearhug was incredible - the bitch was some kind of fucking amazon - but she kept grinding.  Buried in the mass of their tits her nipples were savaging Diana’s, harder and sharper.  She could see it in the other brunette’s face, her half-closed eyes, her clenched teeth.  Diana was about to break. 

Ivy slammed Kara into a wall so hard the mirror cracked.  The orgasm Diana had wrung from her seemed to have made her stronger.  She pressed her thigh between Kara’s, grinding it into her clit as her bigger tits crushed the blonde’s.  Her forearm was across Kara’s throat.  Kara couldn’t breathe, and it made the pain-pleasure in her tits and clit worse, a desperate throbbing intensity.  Ivy flicked her tongue over Kara’s lips as they slowly turned blue.  “Cum before you pass out, Kara,” she said.  “I want to feel your pussy squirt.”

“Nooooo,”  Diana moaned.  Her arms fell limp, her bracelets jangling.  Selina smiled, and licked the tears from Diana’s cheek.  “You’re no princess,” she said, and pounced, her powerful hindquarters driving her lithe body into her prey. 

Because she had no air, when Kara came it was silent.  Her body bucked under Ivy’s.  Ivy jerked aside Kara’s panties and slapped her thigh into her pussy, just in time.  A flood of Kara’s juices streamed down Ivy’s leg.  The redhead moaned, shuddering with her own orgasm.

Untold men had lusted for Diana Prince’s breasts.  Selina Kyle destroyed them.

Ivy Iseley stepped back, and Kara Zorel fell like a comet coming to earth.

Breathing hard, they stood over their beaten foes.  Selina spat on Diana’s tits and twisted the toe of her shoe into her ruined, leaking nipples.  Ivy wiped the wet girlcum from her thigh and smeared it on Kara’s unconscious face.

The four men stood, cocks more than ready.  Dick darted for Diana, the early bird with his worm rock hard.  Jimmy took Kara.

“Hold on,” Selina said to Bruce and Clark, ignoring the sidekick orgy on the defeated pair, delicious as it was to see Diana get her ass spiked.  She looked at Ivy, instead.

“Kitties don’t share well,” she said.  “I want them both, bitch.”

Ivy spread her hands.  “Oh,” she said.  “I was hoping you’d say that!  Let’s scratch, slut.”

[Rocko23]

Oh twist! This has been arguably your best superhero one so far - as Iove how nhb it has gone. Hope that Ivy wins but think Selina will.

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Scratch, they did.  Five filed-to-dagger-points nails in each breast.  Selina was an artist; she carved Ivy’s tits, criss-crossing them with angry slashes, every one across the redhead’s big pale nipples.  Ivy ripped back, digging deep into the undersides of Selina’s perfect breasts, going for punctures rather than cuts.

Clark and Bruce placed their side bets.  Bruce picked Selina, of course.  He could never bet against the lithe cat.  Clark went with Ivy; she reminded him more than a little of Lana Lang.  The winner got first dibs at the victorious pussy.

Speaking of pussy - Ivy wanted at Selina’s in the worst way.   She raked her nails down the brunette’s hard belly and back and peeled her leggings down off her ass and hips.  Selina was  smooth as silk down there and wet as a monsoon.  Ivy’s fingers pumped into her effortlessly, her thumbnail stabbing into her clit.

“Fuck,” Selina moaned.  The redhead had already had two orgasms; Selina was desperate for one - her brutalizing of Diana had aroused her to a fever pitch.  And Ivy was playing her like a virtuoso, pain and pleasure ricocheting through her.   

“Cum, kitty kitty,” Ivy crooned.  She dipped her head and bit Selina’s engorged nipple.

Selina yowled - no other word for it.  She climaxed violently, her hips pumping, her hard belly flexed.  Not once but twice as Ivy relentlessly finger-fucked her.  Her legs buckled.  Her breast and nipple stretched cruelly as she fell, Ivy still biting her.

Selina lay sobbing on the floor.  Ivy stripped her naked, then peeled off her own thoroughly soaked green lace panties and tossed them to Clark with a wink.  He hung them over his throbbing cock and winked back.  “That girl is pure poison,” he said to Bruce.

“She’s making a mistake here,” said Bruce.  “No one beats Selina in a pussy-to-pussy fight.”

Ivy slipped into trib scissors with the brunette.  She banged her public mound hard into Selina, a vicious clit punch.  Selina moaned, but smiled.  She punched back.  The force she could generate with her hips over just a few inches shocked Ivy.  Her head whipped back and then forward, her auburn hair spilled over her face.

Sweat streaked their bodies as they fought, twisting, grinding, thrusting.  Selina’s eyes were hooded, half-closed, her teeth bared.  Her hard belly rose and fell, her tits bounced and swayed.  Ivy’s head fell back again, her eyes squeezed shut.  Her tits rolled in opposing circles in time to her thrusting.

Then Selina lunged upright.  She slapped Ivy’s tits, then her face as it rocked forward, then her tits again.  Ivy fell flat on her back.  “Oh, fffffuckkkkkkk,” she moaned.

Selina rode her like a ship riding waves in a storm.  Ivy convulsed through a string of orgasms, one after another, twisting and writhing and screaming.  Selina had her clit pinned and stabbed it with her own with every movement.  She was literally fucking Ivy into submission.

The men watched in fascination.  “I would’ve done that too, with my cock,”  said Clark.

“Sure you would’ve,” Bruce was mocking him.  “A superman, that’s what you are.” 

Ivy was limp as an uprooted weed.  Selina stood over her, more than a little shaky herself.  She bent, and sank her claws a final time into Ivy’s tits.  Her grip strength was incredible; as wet and slick as Ivy was, Selina’s fingers crushed so deep into her that she lifted the redhead to her knees by her breasts, then to her feet.  She slammed Ivy’s back against the wall.  Like she’d done to Diana, she lined her nipples up with Ivy’s, and crushed her chest with her own.  Like Ivy had done to Kara, she choked her, her wrists crossed like an X over the redhead’s throat.  Selina’s feet were planted wide, and she went up on her toes, her ass tilted, her gleaming pussy dripping.

“Bruce,” she purred.  “Fuck me while I finish her.”  He was on her like a bat out of hell.

The sidekick orgy was long over.  All present watched the finale.  Diana crawled to Clark, humiliated in defeat, her face and battered tits slick with Dick’s cum, and tried to suck his cock.  He pushed her away.  The ocean of hatred she had for Selina doubled with his rejection.  She silently vowed revenge.  She didn’t care how many lives the cat had, she’d ruin them all.

Bruce came, with an almost inaudible sound of release.  Selina shuddered with yet another climax too.  The redhead’s big tits were wrecked under hers, soft and shapeless.  Selina reached down with one hand long enough to catch Bruce’s spunk as it dripped from her, and smeared it over Ivy’s red face.  Then the cross-choke again, with a quick hungry glance at Clark. 

He was so strong.  When he rammed into Selina from behind, she thought the force driving through her would burst Ivy’s balloons completely.   She, Selina, came again almost immediately.  Ohhhhhhhh god it was like something from another world.

Shuddering, Selina pushed away, denying Clark for a moment.  Ivy collapsed to her knees.  Selina caught her by her hair, and slipped behind her.  She reached around and crushed Ivy a final time, her cruel grip sinking in at the base of Ivy’s tits before sliding out, milking her.   Clark took over the grip on Ivy’s hair, holding her head up.  He pushed his cock into her slack mouth. 

“No!” Selina snarled.  “On her tits.”  She turned her head toward Diana as she savagely wrung Ivy’s breasts.  No words needed.  You want more, bitch, this is what you’ll get, too.  Diana held her gaze, but stayed still, for now.

Clark grunted, and spurted on Ivy’s pale tortured tits.  At the same time, twins streams of a cruel mix of blood, lymph, and oily proto-milk burst from her distended nipples.  Satisfied at last, Selina let her fall forward into the puddle they'd made on the floor.

Selina was bruised and bloodied but magnificent.  She arched her back and licked her fingers, fresh from being embedded in Ivy’s ruined tits.

“How many bedrooms in this house, Bruce?” she asked.

“Nine,” he answered.  She smiled.

“Four for each of you men,” Selina said.  “The ninth - for you, Diana.  Purrrrfect.”

[Rocko23]

Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful. Loved this. The Selina Ivy battle was amazing - and I loved the total destruction at the end.