A Fresh Excitement
Roxanne Sutton, better known as Roxy Rocket, loved getting her adrenaline rushing. Before, she was a stuntwoman, but was fired for taking things too far in pursuit of the greatest thrill. Now, she resorted to a life of crime. It wasn't to make ends meet, but to keep her heart racing with constant excitement, no matter how unsafe it was.
Roxy felt lost. She had already accomplished the majority of what she had set out to do with her rocket, save for being consumed by flames in a crash. She had reached her pinnacle, and ran out of challenges. That was, until she discovered chastity belts.
Though she had been tied up as a submissive in the past, Roxy was an amateur compared to many. And only recently had she learned of these devices. She became fascinated with the article she read about Batgirl, especially her time spent being restrained at the Bat-Signal with a pair of metal underwear and bra. The depiction of this scenario was arousing and enticing. Roxy just had to experience it for herself. It was a new skill to master.
Roxy used her bank heist funds to purchase a belt and bra from WayneTech's unusual device catalog - as if requested by Bruce Wayne's wife, Selina Kyle. She spent a week daydreaming about her find, unable to relieve herself.
Finally, the restraints arrived. She quickly put them on and locked another layer of metal onto her body. She explored the sensation of skin against metal in her hands. She even attempted self-pleasure, only to find more metal preventing her from reaching her goal. Roxy's smile grew wider. Her thrill-seeking habit had been rediscovered and her excitement reignited.
Roxy's apparel was a no-fuss look: an aviator's helmet and goggles, a leather jacket, midriff-bearing tank top, pants, combat boots, gloves, and a rocket pistol holster. With the chastity belt and bra on, Roxy gear was now pimped up.
Using her rocket, Roxy whizzed through Gotham City, performing stunts between buildings and bridges, flirting with imminent doom. She enjoyed the risky ride.
As expected, Batwoman, a fellow adrenaline addict, pursued her. Roxy immediately recognized the heroine as a sister-in-arms, someone who knew the thrill of risking her life, similar to her own beliefs.
The wave of pleasure that swept over Roxy when she felt her rocket being snagged was sublime. Chasing thrill-seekers was the best part of Roxy's job. And here was Batwoman, the biggest one, Gotham City's most notorious hero.
As they raced through the air, one paralleling the other, Roxy felt delight below the belt. It was a minor feeling, but invigorating nonetheless. Desperate to touch herself, she removed her hand from the rocket's controls, swiping it down her pants. But the chastity belt blocked her way. The round metal locks covering her skin added to the erotic nature. While Batwoman inched closer, Roxy reached for her rocket pistol. She aimed at her adversary, ensuring bystanders would be unaffected if she missed the shot, and fired a rocket projectile. Batwoman rolled midflight and narrowly avoided the bombs, as they detonated against an abandoned building.
Despite the ear-deafening roar of the wind and the sound of her rocket engine, Roxy witnessed the heroine swearing simultaneously. She returned her hand to the rocket's grip, admiring how their chase forced her to push her limits and experience a new level of arousal.
Roxy found herself in a dilemma. Loading her gun in time to shoot at Batwoman was out of the question, not if she wanted to avoid the explosion's aftermath. And past experiences showed that they couldn't fight hand-to-hand, even against a ten-year-old. However, she still had some moves up her sleeve.
Before she could come up with a viable strategy, a collision knocked her off her rocket and onto the rooftop. Batwoman had made her way there in a flash. She grabbed Roxy by the wrist and locked a cuff around it. For a brief moment, Batwoman stopped in her tracks.
"Aren't you skilled enough to cuff a woman?" Roxy commented, while glancing at where her vehicle had veered off course and crashed into another building. She was close to landing on the roof, with Batwoman on top of her. The vigilante sprawled out on her back just moments later, to her surprise.
"What's up with your attire?" she inquired.
Apparently, Batwoman was admiring her costume.
Roxy rose up and turned to face Batwoman. She unzipped her jacket, revealing her bra and part of her belt, which extended around her waist. "Do you find me attractive, Batwoman?" she asked, slightly making her jaw drop.
"Um...this peculiar kind of body armor you use certainly intrigues me."
Roxy stood up, facing Batwoman again. She took a set of keys from her pocket, twirled them, and extended her arm towards the woman. "What do you say? These keys could unlock the armor. But instead of capturing me, we could strike a deal. You'll have full control over me, while I enjoy being locked away. By the way, you won't be the only one in charge, my 'wife' can vouch for me."
Batwoman zoned in on the keys and keys, then took them, leaving Roxy bemused. "Alright, Roxy, you've got a deal. But please be aware that I'm not an indulgent mistress. If you need evidence, just ask my wife. Now get going before I change my mind." Roxy saluted with her cuffed hand and activated a gadget that summoned a new rocket, hopping on as she blew Batwoman a kiss. As she soared into the sky and headed back to her secret hideout, she noticed Batwoman put the keys into her utility belt.
Meanwhile, Roxy's arousal intensified once more. Her fingers felt a more moist patch than before, prompting her to wonder whether this was caused by Batwoman's possession of her keys or something else entirely. She knew she would have to wait a while before she could indulge in the other woman's firm grip. [
On her way back to her hideout, Roxy discovered that the tension created by Batwoman holding her keys had heightened her arousal even more. It was hard to tell whether it stemmed from the idea of Batwoman keeping her keys or something else entirely, but either way, she couldn't take advantage of it.
Arriving at her safehouse, she struggled to regain her composure, knowing that she would have to wait before feeling relief. She went straight to her room to rest and focus on the question at hand; every inch of her yearned to be caressed by the leather-clad hands of Batwoman.
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