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The Sport of Penguins - 6  Art and Story by YC-Batgirl   Later in her apartment, Batgirl took a spare bat-suit, without having another pair of pantyhose left, she take her bat-bodystocking, new heels and a spare belt. ''I have no time for you Charlie, I'm going to a horse race, to chase a penguin. I know it sounds strange to you but I'll explain everything later!'' At the race stadium, it didn't took long for the smart Batgirl to find Penguins and his goons. Everybody is there, no glue or sticky things will stop her, she will surprise them this time. ''The race is over bad bird, you're going to jail!'' ''Batgirl?'' ''In the flesh!'' ''Get her!!!'' The goons are no match for Batgirl, soon they are all lying on the floor in pain. The scare Penguin is paralyse, Batgirl is slowly walking toward him with her beautiful smile. ''Stay where you are Bat-nuisance or I'll sh...
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Fucked Twice Art and Story courtesy of Sladefan - https://www.deviantart.com/sladefan
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The Pony Express (Ch. 2) (Pages 1 and 2)                     courtesy of RenderPretender -- http://deviantart.com/renderpretender and MirrorKhaos -- https://www.deviantart.com/mirrorkhaos
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Spider-Woman - The Harlan Society (Episode 2; pages 1-2)                    by DestroXXIV - https://www.deviantart.com/destroxxiv and  https://subscribestar.adult/destroxx iv
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Napped - Part 1 (2 pics)              by NatShirayuki - https://www.deviantart.com/natshirayuki and https://subscribestar.adult/nataliesafira
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We'll Always Have Paris (1 pic)                Art and text courtesy of nyctophobia11 -  https://www.deviantart.com/nyctophobia11 The only respite Sarena got during her gruelling day was a few hours at night, when the Wahat rested by decree. However, her captors denied her the little comforts afforded to other denizens of the dungeon. Her chains were always a little too short to allow her to rest, forcing her arms to be stretched at an uncomfortable angle. And when the warmth of the stones heated by the desert sun faded, she found herself shivering in the cold of her stone cell. The guards would not even give her rags to cover herself with. All she had in her low ceilinged stone cell was a small window near the top which gave her a little view of the clear desert night sky. And like every night since she first woke up in Wahat Muqmira, she had a guest when her eyes opened, one who always remained in the shadows. ‘I almost feel sorry fo...
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