Cat the Burglar jerked awake, not sure where she was. The last thing she remembered was breaking into the museum to steal the Moon’s Eye Diamond, which the curators had been stupid enough to leave right out in the open, unprotected except for a high-powered laser net, five layers of reinforced glass, CCTV cameras, a magical protection circle, three dozen armed guards, several tripwires, two minor demons, a superpowered mercenary and a live cobra.
It was as she’d been making her escape that things had gone wrong. There had been a blinding flash and a shockwave that knocked the wind out of her, then someone had picked her up and bundled her into a vehicle while she couldn’t see or stand, and she’d blacked out.
The good news was that she didn’t seem to have sustained any lasting injuries. The bad news was that she was in an odd situation even by her standards.
She’d been tied down in a dentist-style chair before, and it was a fifty-fifty on whether it led to torture or a brainwashing attempt. Though, admittedly, it was sometimes hard to tell the difference. All the other times, however, the chair had been located in either a run-down underground hideout or a clean, shiny, state of the art facility depending on who was doing it. This time, she found herself at the front of… a lecture hall. It was sparsely populated by young men, each wearing a unique costume, generally more elaborate than her own black latex catsuit, that marked them as supervillains. Rather than plotting to take over the world, however, they were laughing raucously, making paper airplanes, shooting spitballs at each other, just acting like rowdy students waiting for a lecture to start.
She winced and revised that opinion when she noticed one couple off in the corner. The guy was wearing a dark, menacing and spiky costume with a broad cape and crown, while the girl’s costume read more like it belonged on a heroine; it was sleek, form-fitting pink latex and her domino mask and dyed hair matched the colour. Rather than fighting, however, as superheroines traditionally did with villains, the man had his arm around her shoulders as she snuggled close and stared at him adoringly. Her hand was blocked from view by the seats in front of them, but it was in his lap and her arm was pumping up and down in an unmistakable motion. As Cat looked at them, the villain took her head in hand and guided it down into his lap, a grin appearing on his face as he leant back in his seat while her head started bobbing up and down.
Yeah, that was a bit too far.
“Get a room, you two!” She called out from the chair, immediately getting the attention of everyone there. She stared them all down. They may have outnumbered her, but the best read she could get was that these were villains in training, possibly still vulnerable to intimidation. Even if not, having them focus on her words meant they weren’t paying attention to the hand she was trying to slip out of the restraints.
The one getting the shameless public blowjob cracked an eye open when she addressed him, then smirked and settled himself back in. Before she could get into the swing of heckling him, however, one of the hall’s side doors opened and in walked an old man with a distinct clock motif to his costume. His upper face was covered by a white mask with clock hands positioned to look like severe eyebrows. Below that, a long grey wizard beard hung down over his chest. His brown robes hung down from square shoulder pads, and beneath his beard, he wore a pendulum like a tie, giving off a quiet ticking sound as it swung back and forth regularly. She didn’t recognise him, but he had an air of gravitas that she associated with someone who was not new to the cape scene.
“Good evening, class,” the clock man intoned, “and welcome to our second presentation! Yesterday, Doctor Domination was successful in brainwashing the lovely miss Bubblegum using his Slave Ray. Congratulations again.” He gestured towards the villain getting a blowjob, who gave a little wave at a smattering of applause, only half paying attention. If the old man had been monologuing at her, Cat would have started heckling him, but as he was helpfully distracting the audience instead, she took the opportunity to get a hand free while listening to see what he revealed about where she was and what was happening. He continued obliviously.
“Tonight, Class Clown will be unveiling his final project, and thereby determine his final grade for the course. The subject we’ve procured for him tonight hails from Earth 237-delta, where she’s famous for stealing everything from diamonds, to the blackmail material one of their villains had on the mayor, to a hero’s underpants. Will he be the one to tame her? Gentlemen, I present to you… Cat the Burglar!”
Cat watched from the ceiling vent as the Clock Man, as she was going to call him until she learned a better name, gestured with a great flourish towards the empty chair she’d escaped from while he’d been bloviating. A round of snickers filled the room from the audience, and one in particular, a young man in an outfit she could best describe as ‘high school delinquent raised by clowns,’ cackled loudly and gave his red nose a couple of honks. She assumed that was ‘Class Clown,’ and decided to get the hell out of there before she ran the risk of getting recaptured. As she started slipping through the vent, she reviewed everything she’d learned. First, she was in some sort of supervillain university. Second, it wasn’t located on her home Earth. Third, they planned to have Class Clown attempt to brainwash her as an assignment. No way in Hell that one was happening, so her best move was to find whatever machine they’d used to bring her here and get herself home. Once that was done, she’d see about helping that Bubblegum girl escape, but that was something she could think about once she wasn’t in danger herself.
As she had that thought, a loud tick seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, and she froze up as it resonated inside her skull.
She gasped, cradling her head in her hands as a tock came and she felt like she split in half. Suddenly, as well as being in the vent, she could feel herself sitting back in the chair with the restraints on. Overlaid atop the metal chute she was crawling through, she saw all the faces of the audience staring at her, and the double vision was so unsettling she closed her eyes so she could only see the lecture hall.
Then the last tick came and she was fully back in the chair like she’d never left. She jerked against the restraints, panting in shock, and immediately flinched away from the sharp laugh that came from her right.
Glancing around the room to figure out what happened, she locked eyes with the Clock Man and her stomach dropped. She’d seen his motif and associated it with Timepiece, a minor villain from her home city whose only power was that he could tell time with perfect accuracy. With that being her only association, she hadn’t taken him into consideration as a threat.
Her realisation was interrupted by a HONK HONK that she flinched away from and she scowled at the laughing idiot on stage with her.
Class Clown was wearing jeans and a hoodie, with his shoelaces untied, in the most garish pastel yellow and pink imaginable. Purple latex gloves stuck out of ruffled cuffs, and his skin was alabaster white beneath his red lipstick, frizzy rainbow hair and a red rubber nose that was the source of that awful honking. He was grinning like they were sharing a joke, and it only got wider once Cat bared her teeth at him.
“Awww, don’t be like that! I bet I can make you laugh; I’m a funny guy.”
“There’s a difference between being funny and being a joke,” Cat snapped back, and Class Clown’s eyes bulged as he burst out with the loudest, most grating cackle she’d ever heard. He clutched his stomach as great gales of laughter filled the room, tears coming to his eyes as he fell to the floor and started rolling around. Cat watched with increasing impatience as he gasped for breath in between hollers, hoots, guffaws and every other kind of laughter, all expressed in the most obnoxious way possible. Were it not for the idiot’s gimmick, Cat would have thought he was doing it as mockery, but he seemed genuinely on the edge of suffocating from laughing too hard.
After several long minutes, which Cat spent studying the Clock Man to figure out how she was going to incapacitate him before escaping, Class Clown’s mirth finally died down and he staggered back to his feet.
“WHOO!” He hollered, patting her shoulder. “I love you! We’re going to have so much fun together!”
She spat on his hand, but he didn’t seem to notice as he rotated her chair so she was facing the projector screen, directly away from the audience. He clicked a remote, and the projector activated to show the title page of a slideshow. ‘Why You Should Be My Girlfriend: a Presentation by Class Clown.’
“Oh, good, I was worried this was going to be a brainwashing attempt. Nice to see it’s just torture.”
Class Clown laughed and gave her tit a squeeze. “Oh, I have never been so excited to disappoint a woman.” 
Right as Cat was about to spit on him again for groping her, Class Clown pushed a rubber mask onto her face and opened the valve on the gas canister it was attached to. She immediately shut her mouth tight and held her breath, shaking her head side to side and trying to push the mask off with her shoulder, but Class Clown held it steady and her lungs started to burn with the effort. It was quickly too much and she sucked in a deep breath of whatever was in the canister, feeling its effects immediately.
For one, everything that wasn’t directly occupying her attention just faded away. The audience behind her no longer registered, nor did the rest of the hall or even the stage. Her whole world consisted of the rubber mask pressed against her face and the gloved hand holding it there. The bright purple of the glove began to shine, and she could see hidden depths to the colour; swirling blues and violets that she almost felt she could fall into and keep falling forever.
Her thoughts slowed down, her whole mind now dedicated to taking in stimuli from in front of her, and suddenly, everything she saw looked hilarious.
She started giggling into the mask. Uncontrollably. Any attempt to rein it in held for barely a second before it burst out of her again.
After some time, she had no idea how long, the mask and glove disappeared from in front of her, and she was left disoriented as her world disappeared. Grasping for something to hold her attention, the screen in front of her came into view.
“How are you feeling, Cat?” Asked a voice right in her ear. Class Clown, she recognised. Sort of. She giggled.
“Goooood.”
“That’s good. What does the slide say, Cat?”
“Uuuuh,” she squinted, trying to make out the letters in the overwhelming swirl of colours. Then trying to sound out what they spelled.
“Why… you… show… should… why… you… should… be… my…”
She got stuck on the last word; it was just too long to make out. Thankfully, Class Clown helped her out.
“Girlfriend.”
“... Girlfriend.”
“Very good, Cat! Now do you want to know why you should be my girlfriend?”
“Uuuh…” Cat wasn’t sure what the answer was to that. “Okay?”
“Good girl.”
The words on screen dissolved into brightly swirling colours that scattered what little thought she had put together. Her mind drifted away on them, vague impressions passing by the edge of her awareness. Images of Class Clown grinning charmingly with his arm around her shoulder. Looking down at her as she looked up from his crotch. Fucking her as she lay on her back.
The colours resolved into a clear image of Class Clown lying on his side, directing an intensely smoldering look a couple of feet to the right of the camera. His daffodil yellow hoodie was unzipped, and he was shirtless, showing off a full body of perfect alabaster skin and a surprisingly ripped physique. She felt a wave of desire wash over her, even as the ridiculousness of the pose sent her into another fit of giggles. His bright red nose and rainbow hair captivated her, until her gaze travelled down over his abs and found his pants were down and his comically immense cock was draped over his thigh. He was wearing a rich purple condom highlighting a member that was larger than her forearm, and she could not look away. It was like the cock had a gravitational pull. Its thick veins made patterns and shadows that seemed to move before her eyes, pulling her attention to every part of the cock, but never letting her go. The sheer absurdity of its size shocked a laugh out of her, and she kept laughing even as her pussy throbbed with the desire to see it for herself, to hold it, stroke it, kiss it.
She was laughing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face, growing lightheaded as she struggled to breathe. Her lungs burned and mortal terror of suffocation filled her even as she felt an orgasm approach. Then the colours swirled again, providing her with a moment of relief before they resolved into Class Clown’s face right in front of her.
Her breath caught and her stomach did a flip at how close his face was to hers. She squeezed her soaked thighs together as a wave of pussy juice gushed out of her crotch. He took her head in his hands and whispered to her.
“You should be my girlfriend because this is how I make you feel.”
Then he pressed his lips against hers and her toes curled, back arching out of the chair as she was rocked by an intense orgasm. She moaned into his mouth, pitching up in frantic intensity as he grabbed her crotch and started playing with her through her costume.
Then there was cool air on her pussy, as he grabbed and tore open the crotch of her catsuit. He withdrew from the kiss, and she tried to gather her thoughts, the orgasm having cleared her head slightly. Then he dropped his pants, and all hopes of intelligent thought vanished. His monstrous cock flopped free, and that was all she could concentrate on.
He took his cock in hand, wiggling it in front of her, and her eyes followed every movement. She started to salivate as he brought it up to her mouth and let her kiss the tip, stroking himself to full hardness.
He then lowered the headrest of the chair so she was level with his groin and lined his cock up with her mouth. She was salivating at the thought of taking it in, even if she thought just the head would be a struggle, and he didn’t make her wait before pressing it against her lips. She opened up and took him in eagerly, swirling her tongue around his head, until her eyes bulged as he shoved the whole thing down her throat without warning.
She almost gagged, but somehow, it was manageable. She could still feel the pressure of it down the whole length of her throat, but instead of bursting her open, it was like it compressed just enough to avoid doing damage. Less like a pole and more… a balloon was what came to mind.
He pulled out of her mouth with a pop, leaving her feeling empty, but not for long as he unbound her ankles and pulled her legs apart, thrusting deep into her sopping pussy without hesitation. The pleasure was overwhelming, as his cock filled her perfectly. He sheathed himself to the hilt on the first thrust, then lay down on top of her as he started pistoning in and out.
She moaned and panted as another orgasm crashed over her. Then another. He sucked at her breasts, unzipping her catsuit to bare them to everyone. He released the bands holding her wrists down and she immediately wrapped her arms around him, holding him close to her. He started grunting, his moans of pleasure interspersed with giggles and honking that just made Cat’s pussy throb with more pleasure.
She was vaguely aware that they weren’t alone on stage any more, but she wasn’t paying attention to anything other than the sensation of Class Clown on top of her, pounding into her pussy. She was only vaguely aware of what the other person was saying.
“Put the restraints back on until I say they can come off.”
“Relax, Prof,” Class Clown addressed the other figure between grunts. “I’ve got her under control.”
He let loose another honk of pleasure that sent spasms through her crotch, but her mind latched onto something. The other man, standing next to her, standing over Class Clown and upbraiding him. That was the Clock Man. The one who’d stopped her escaping. He was arguing with Class Clown. They were very close to each other, right in each other’s faces.
The thoughts finally connected and her hand shot up, grabbing the Clock Man’s long beard and yanking his head down to smack into Class Clown’s. They both cursed and reared back, and Cat used that to kick Class Clown off of her, crying out at the feeling of emptiness as his amazing cock shot out of her. She didn’t have time to lament, though. She shot to her feet, and immediately stumbled to her knees as they gave way, still weak from the fucking. She’d gotten close enough to the Clock Man, however, to grab onto the pendulum he wore like a tie. Twisting around onto her back, she launched a powerful upkick at his face, using her grip on the pendulum to pull his head down onto it. His head snapped back as the pendulum snapped off and he crumpled to the ground unconscious.
Succeeding in her attempt to stand this time, she turned to face Class Clown, who was stumbling to his feet, still dazed from the head clash. She didn’t give him time to recover before swinging the heavy metal pendulum into his jaw.
As Class Clown joined the Clock Man on the floor, a round of laughter and applause echoed from the audience of other villains. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, she ran offstage through one of the back exits before any of them decided to stop her.

Her footsteps echoed through the narrow back corridor, an area blessedly free of any staff or students, stumbling and leaning on the wall as her legs still threatened to give way. It wasn’t her first time escaping from an overconfident villain’s trap, but that had been way too close. It had felt… so good… getting fucked like that.
She didn’t realise she’d gotten caught up in a daydream, remembering how it felt to be filled by that enormous cock, until an angry voice echoed through the corridor from behind her.
Startled out of her reverie, she panicked and ducked through the first door she saw, slamming it behind her in her rush. She immediately heard footsteps in the corridor outside start running towards her, quickly growing louder. She slapped on the light, taking in the closet cramped with cleaning supplies at a glance and seeing the vent in the corner. The footsteps were almost at the door now, so close even she wouldn’t have time to get the vent open and escape through it… but he didn’t know that.
She crouched behind a set of shelves, hidden by boxes of cleaning fluid as the door crashed open and he stood in the open doorway. His cock was still out, and it swayed hypnotically as she stared and swallowed her spit as quietly as possible. Class Clown’s eyes immediately went to the vent and he ran there, cursing and banging on the wall. Cat took the opportunity to check out his tight buns. He quickly gave up and ran back to the door, but then paused. He turned back and swept his gaze slowly across the room, causing Cat to freeze up in alarm even as her breath caught in arousal when his eyes passed over her hiding spot. She was slowly letting out the breath she’d been holding when he reached up suddenly and squeezed his nose.
HONK!
She clamped a hand over her mouth to avoid making a sound at the way her pussy spasmed, but her other hand had to shoot out for support as she almost lost her balance and it knocked one of the boxes off the shelf.
She shot to her feet, adopting a fighting stance, but as soon as he rounded the corner and locked eyes with her, she froze like a deer in headlights. The instincts screaming at her to run deadlocked with an overwhelming urge to drop to her knees and take his cock back in her mouth, and the best she could manage was to slowly back up as he advanced on her, the whole of her vision taken up by his piercing green eyes. Her back hit the wall and she dimly realised that there was empty space on her right; she could duck away and get out the door before he caught her. If only his gaze weren’t pinning her in place. Her breathing grew shallower as he closed the distance between them, fear and anticipation making her stomach churn.
Class Clown leaned in close, putting an arm against the wall, and she almost came. She’d lost. There was no way she could beat him. She no longer wanted to.
He lifted her chin up and her eyelids fluttered at his touch.
He didn’t waste time gloating. His lips met hers, tongue pushing into her mouth, and she squealed and came. And came. She shuddered and moaned as he impaled her on his cock and she wrapped her legs around him, holding on tightly. She was vaguely aware of being carried back to the lecture hall, but the constant orgasms stopped her from thinking about anything. She only realised he’d set her back down in the chair when he broke the kiss and then she just stared up at him dreamily as he fucked her.
She was only slightly offput when he pressed a rubber mask over her mouth, not enough to do anything about it as the gas took hold. She started giggling uncontrollably, squealing as orgasm after orgasm crashed over her from the cock of the hunky clown pistoning into her. His vibrant colours filled her vision, her eyes running appreciatively over the line of his jaw, before that too started to blur. He was still holding the mask over her face. She was still breathing more of the gas. She wriggled and clutched at him with her legs as yet another orgasm hit her, stronger than any that came before it. Then, before that one was even done, she experienced one stronger still. The image of Class Clown standing over her dissolved into swirls of bright pastel colour. She came again, harder. Her back arched off the chair. The colours in her eyes were too much for her brain to handle, so her brain stopped trying.
Her world dissolved into a pastel haze, laughter and orgasms with no rational thought or coherence. It might have stayed like that for hours or half a second, but at some point, she blacked out.

Cat held her boyfriend’s hand as he led her into the lecture hall. It was so nice of him to invite her! Not that she really cared about some other student’s final project, but the fact that he wanted her around was really sweet. She gazed up at him adoringly as he decided on their seats and she made sure to put as much sway into her hips as possible. He wasn’t looking at her right then, but she knew it was a turn-on for him to know that someone the whole class was hard for belonged to him and him alone. It was especially effective, she expected, since she hadn’t patched the hole he’d torn in her suit’s crotch.
There could never be any doubt whose girl she was, not since getting her skin bleached white to match her boyfriend. He found a pair of seats for them right at the back and she snuggled up close to him, butterflies filling her stomach like always when she rested her head on his chest.
On stage, a superheroine was tied up in the same dentist chair her boyfriend had first fucked her in and she sighed at the memory. The girl on stage was a stacked blonde in a red, white and blue outfit, snatched from some alternate universe so a trainee supervillain could try his hand at brainwashing. She was pretty hot; she might make a good gift for Class Clown if Cat could find a way to steal control of her programming. Their one week anniversary was fast approaching, after all.
The Clock Man, whose name Cat had eventually learned was Grandfather, started introducing the heroine and the villain who would be trying to brainwash her, but Cat completely stopped paying attention when Class Clown pulled his cock out. She kissed her boyfriend on the cheek before straddling him and taking his glorious member inside, biting her lip to hold back a moan. It wouldn’t do to distract too much from the presentation, after all.
As she bounced up and down on his cock, hearing his breathing grow heavy in her ear, it filled her heart with joy to know that the wonderful, goofy, handsome man she loved with her whole heart was finding pleasure in her body. She quickly started cumming, but that wasn’t as important to her as making sure her boyfriend was enjoying himself. The best moment, for her, was when he stiffened, burying himself fully inside her snatch, and she felt his seed spurt into her.
She slipped off him, cleaning him off with her mouth before delicately pulling his pants back up. She swooned as he patted her head and she snuggled back up to him, resting one hand on the bulge in his crotch and giving it the occasional pump as the two of them watched another supervillain brainwash and fuck a superheroine. She could imagine no better place to be.