Re: Jinn’s AI Swamp
Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2023 12:39 am
Moving right along here with some more Halloween themed stuff…
‘How purrrfectly cliche,’ giggled Catwoman as she scaled the tall, stone wall of Gotham Cemetery. The near comedic irony of this adventure was not lost on the scantily-clad cat burglar; a midnight tomb raid under a full-moon, on Halloween night in one of the spookiest places in Gotham City. This was storybook-esque.
Selina Kyle’s skin tight, jet black catsuit would make her invisible in the cemetery grounds if not for the glowing lunar orb overhead. The luminescent celestial body lit up the graveyard and accentuated Catwoman’s alluring curves with a shine from the second-hand sunlight refracted from the moon.
The sexy Catwoman slinked her way across the grounds toward the low lying, older portion of the cemetery. She was searching for a tall, gothic looking above-ground tomb that was enshrining the casket of the recently deceased Baron Von Gerretsen; the poster boy for rich, privileged, fat oligarchs who made their fortune exploiting the poor and misfortunate.
Selina was gifted with a tip that the Baron’s coffin was also loaded with a plethora of expensive jewelry, acquired by the elitist over his lavishly-lived time on the planet. Rather than leave his gold and diamond collection to his grieving widow or sickeningly entitled children, the greedy Von Gerretsen orchestrated that his glimmering fortune be secretly buried along with him, like a narcissistic Egyptian Pharaoh trying to transfer his wealth into the afterlife.
The tip off was provided by none other than the Baron’s son Junior, who worked out a deal with Catwoman to split the profits. The informed Junior claimed he was miffed that his daddy didn’t dole out the diamonds, but was apparently too spooked to go grave robbing himself over dad’s dead body.
Selina considered Junior a competitor in the thievery underworld and was reluctant to join forces with him, but in the end she couldn’t ignore the nagging temptation of pocketing half of the senior Baron’s loot.
‘There you are,’ whispered the cunning cat, eying the Baron’s gloomy burial chamber in the far corner of the cemetery. Recent flooding had swamped the area around the mausoleum, leaving only a narrow sandy pathway over a muddy moat.
Catwoman had zero qualms about pillaging the dead man’s death chamber, she quietly admitted as she tip toed on her long legs around scattered headstones and grave markers. It wouldn’t be the first time she had relieved some expired asshole of stuff they had more than likely stolen to get in the first place.
Catwoman carefully stepped down the path toward the sepulcher; the muddy sand beneath her boots was slippery and treacherous. ‘This is too easy,’ a doubtful Selina whispered to herself, ‘Something’s wrong.’
No sooner had the tentative words left her lips than Catwoman felt the boggy sand beneath her open up and begin to swallow her legs. Stumbling to regain her balance, she gasped and watched in shock as her shapely calves plummeted into the perilous pathway.
Her annoyance slowly evolved into a healthy panic as she continuously descended into the gritty goo. Catwoman’s sensual legs were fit but not strong enough to escape the grip of this sinister sand that was gurgling up around her knees. ‘Ugh… let me go!’ she pouted, as if her oozing opponent could be bargained with. Liquid sand crept up the captured cat’s thighs as she struggled tumultuously to free herself. The saucy soil squelched and belched disgustingly as the sinking Selina fought helplessly in the quenchless quicksand.
Slowly losing her battle, the confined Catwoman leaned forward and planted her hands down to try and keep her legs from sinking deeper. She watched horrified as her hands plunged into the pathway, unable to support her weight.
Selina was dumbfounded. How could this happen? Surely the grounds crew knew about the flooding and the condition of the property. Surely they knew that the ground here had turned to a dangerous quicksand. The caught kitty shook her head. None of that mattered now; she was totally incapacitated and sinking very, very deep into a seemingly bottomless quagmire.
As slurping sand poured over her rear end and pooled in the small of her back, Selina moaned hopelessly and cursed the Baron Junior. She was now certain that she had been lured into a trap; a startling revelation unmasked itself to Catwoman as she glanced at the moonlit headstone directly in front of her. Gurgling goop continued to devour Selina as her wide eyes read the etched rhyme in the granite gravestone a few feet from her overwhelmed and sinking body:
“Here lies Catwoman, six feet down.
Couldn’t swim and doomed to drown.
A Gotham tomb she tried to plunder.
Quicksand pulled her six feet under.”
Catwoman whimpered in defeat as she surrendered her exhausted body to the sucking soil. This All Hallow’s Eve was all trick and no treat. Her cliche, storybook-esque adventure was about to end like a hallmark Hollywood Halloween horror…
‘How purrrfectly cliche,’ giggled Catwoman as she scaled the tall, stone wall of Gotham Cemetery. The near comedic irony of this adventure was not lost on the scantily-clad cat burglar; a midnight tomb raid under a full-moon, on Halloween night in one of the spookiest places in Gotham City. This was storybook-esque.
Selina Kyle’s skin tight, jet black catsuit would make her invisible in the cemetery grounds if not for the glowing lunar orb overhead. The luminescent celestial body lit up the graveyard and accentuated Catwoman’s alluring curves with a shine from the second-hand sunlight refracted from the moon.
The sexy Catwoman slinked her way across the grounds toward the low lying, older portion of the cemetery. She was searching for a tall, gothic looking above-ground tomb that was enshrining the casket of the recently deceased Baron Von Gerretsen; the poster boy for rich, privileged, fat oligarchs who made their fortune exploiting the poor and misfortunate.
Selina was gifted with a tip that the Baron’s coffin was also loaded with a plethora of expensive jewelry, acquired by the elitist over his lavishly-lived time on the planet. Rather than leave his gold and diamond collection to his grieving widow or sickeningly entitled children, the greedy Von Gerretsen orchestrated that his glimmering fortune be secretly buried along with him, like a narcissistic Egyptian Pharaoh trying to transfer his wealth into the afterlife.
The tip off was provided by none other than the Baron’s son Junior, who worked out a deal with Catwoman to split the profits. The informed Junior claimed he was miffed that his daddy didn’t dole out the diamonds, but was apparently too spooked to go grave robbing himself over dad’s dead body.
Selina considered Junior a competitor in the thievery underworld and was reluctant to join forces with him, but in the end she couldn’t ignore the nagging temptation of pocketing half of the senior Baron’s loot.
‘There you are,’ whispered the cunning cat, eying the Baron’s gloomy burial chamber in the far corner of the cemetery. Recent flooding had swamped the area around the mausoleum, leaving only a narrow sandy pathway over a muddy moat.
Catwoman had zero qualms about pillaging the dead man’s death chamber, she quietly admitted as she tip toed on her long legs around scattered headstones and grave markers. It wouldn’t be the first time she had relieved some expired asshole of stuff they had more than likely stolen to get in the first place.
Catwoman carefully stepped down the path toward the sepulcher; the muddy sand beneath her boots was slippery and treacherous. ‘This is too easy,’ a doubtful Selina whispered to herself, ‘Something’s wrong.’
No sooner had the tentative words left her lips than Catwoman felt the boggy sand beneath her open up and begin to swallow her legs. Stumbling to regain her balance, she gasped and watched in shock as her shapely calves plummeted into the perilous pathway.
Her annoyance slowly evolved into a healthy panic as she continuously descended into the gritty goo. Catwoman’s sensual legs were fit but not strong enough to escape the grip of this sinister sand that was gurgling up around her knees. ‘Ugh… let me go!’ she pouted, as if her oozing opponent could be bargained with. Liquid sand crept up the captured cat’s thighs as she struggled tumultuously to free herself. The saucy soil squelched and belched disgustingly as the sinking Selina fought helplessly in the quenchless quicksand.
Slowly losing her battle, the confined Catwoman leaned forward and planted her hands down to try and keep her legs from sinking deeper. She watched horrified as her hands plunged into the pathway, unable to support her weight.
Selina was dumbfounded. How could this happen? Surely the grounds crew knew about the flooding and the condition of the property. Surely they knew that the ground here had turned to a dangerous quicksand. The caught kitty shook her head. None of that mattered now; she was totally incapacitated and sinking very, very deep into a seemingly bottomless quagmire.
As slurping sand poured over her rear end and pooled in the small of her back, Selina moaned hopelessly and cursed the Baron Junior. She was now certain that she had been lured into a trap; a startling revelation unmasked itself to Catwoman as she glanced at the moonlit headstone directly in front of her. Gurgling goop continued to devour Selina as her wide eyes read the etched rhyme in the granite gravestone a few feet from her overwhelmed and sinking body:
“Here lies Catwoman, six feet down.
Couldn’t swim and doomed to drown.
A Gotham tomb she tried to plunder.
Quicksand pulled her six feet under.”
Catwoman whimpered in defeat as she surrendered her exhausted body to the sucking soil. This All Hallow’s Eve was all trick and no treat. Her cliche, storybook-esque adventure was about to end like a hallmark Hollywood Halloween horror…