Prologue
Roger Cornby looked out into the darkness of Gotham and waited in the shadows for his victim. He was a large man, a couple inches over six feet and weighed well over two hundred pounds, yet there was very little fat to him. He was dressed all in black from head to toe, despite the heat and humidity of the June night. He even wore thin leather gloves and a black knit hood which only revealed his intense blue eyes which took in everything around him. His ears were programmed to listen for a powerful Japanese motorcycle engine that was customized for it’s rider. He did not hear it yet, but knew that it was still early for her to make her appearance. He had about 12 minutes left before Batgirl made her appearance on the scene. A slight smile crossed his lips under his mask as he anticipated their upcoming meeting. It was a meeting that she would never forget. Roger was a crook by trade. A thief and extortionist of great skill. He had been taught by the best there was. Catwoman. His eyes hardened as he remembered her. Her grace, her skill, her cruelty. She was a very sexy woman, though she preferred women to men, so he had never had the chance to give her a tumble. He wasn’t sure if he would given the opportunity, given her perpetuity for sadism. And two dominants rarely mixed, not without violence, and certainly without joy. He had been one of her many henchmen, until he was “arrested” by Batman several years ago. He had been out of jail for several months now and decided it was time to go into business for himself. He had been fairly successful, but not so much as to attract the attention of Gotham’s Terrific Trio. He didn’t want to take on Batman, and could probably handle Robin with no trouble. But it was Batgirl that he wanted.
It had taken him several months to formulate his plan, steal enough for the capital for his projects, and to set everything up in secret. Even his ex-boss Catwoman had no idea that he was out or had any indication that someone else was ripping off the rich of Gotham. He smirked as he thought that she had probably been blamed for a couple of his crimes. He carefully checked his equipment again to make sure it was all in place and easily accessible when he would need it. All was in readiness. He looked across the alley to the doorway that he had left unsecured and slightly ajar as a lure to Batgirl. It was located where she would ride by it on her regular patrol. He had watched her for a month, following her, timing her, learning her habits. He wasn’t interested in learning who she was, so had left her alone when she went home, usually around the same time each early-morning. No, he would learn all about her soon enough.
Chapter One
Barbara Gordon finished her exercises and opened her secret closet. It was time to become Batgirl and she felt ready. There was something in the air tonight and she wanted to get out into the city. Someone had been making themselves known to her during the last week, burglarizing several penthouses and making off with small fortunes each time. The person was good, able to easily circumvent all alarms, cracking open very secure safes, and stealing only those things that were highly valuable and easily fenceable. She was reminded of Catwoman by this person, but this thief did not seem to have her flair. Catwoman was proud of her crimes and went out of her way to let you know she had ripped you off. This thief often stole things days before the owner knew the objects were missing.
She had a feeling that it was a man, but other than that she knew nothing about him. She had tapped into the Bat-Net to access Batman’s massive data files, but had found nothing on his MO. This “guy” was new to Gotham, and “he” was very, very good. Good, she needed a challenge. It had been pretty boring in Gotham as of late. Summer had come, yet the majority of the crooks had stayed indoors. It was hot, but it was the humidity that kept most from committing major crimes. Sure, her father had his hands full as Commissioner of the Police, but there was nothing to warrant the attentions of Batman, Robin, or her. In fact, it has been days since she had heard from Batman, and she wondered if he was working with the Justice League at the time. Probably, she thought. Batgirl looked into her closet and selected her costume for tonight. It was new and well-made for the weather. She got dressed then gave herself a final look in the mirror. “You’re such a slut, Barbara,” she said to her reflection with a smile on her face. She was very pleased with how she looked.
Facing her was a reflection of a young, beautiful, athletic girl with long red hair. She was dressed in a dark purple two piece suit consisting of very tight low-neck halter top which barely covered her breasts, a dark purple pair of hip-hugger panties which were drawn over a pair of black fishnet pantyhose. She wore a pair of purple thin leather gloves which came to mid-forearm, and a matching pair of knee-high leather boots with 3” heels. Fashionable, yet functional, she thought. Over her face was a new type of black vinyl mask which adhered to her upper face in the shape of a bat. On her chest was her yellow Bat-emblem, which matched her buckle on her yellow utility belt. She ran her hands up and down her flanks, turning so that she could admire her well-toned body. Full firm breasts over a flat tight belly. Long strong legs. She was well-muscled but not so much that she lost her femininity. No one would deny that she was a very sexy woman.
She turned and went into her secret compartment that held her motorcycle, checked the alley monitor to make sure all was clear, opened the secret passage and brought the Bat-Cycle to life, roaring out into the alley then into the streets of Gotham as the passage closed silently behind her. Batgirl was bored. Everyone was inside. Not even any muggers out to kick about. Not that there were any people to mug. She imagined that the power company was keeping busy to keep the power going to everyone’s air conditioners. Complacently she made her routine patrol, looking out for the out-of-ordinary, checking windows and doors. Roger was instantly alert, his heart pumping adrenaline through his system. He could hear her, and she was getting close. He subconsciously melted further into the shadows.
Batgirl drove past the alley, almost not noticing the cracked open doorway to the back of the clothing store. She did not slow down until she was half a block away, then cut the ignition to the motorcycle and turned around, using her momentum to carry her to the edge of the alley. She silently got off the bike and glanced around her. A cat ran past her from the alley, startling her. She glanced down towards the open door and checked the shadows around it. Seeing or hearing nothing, she quickly moved towards the doorway. She listened again, this time concentrating inside the store. Hearing nothing she opened the door just enough to that she could go inside and slipped into the inky darkness of the store.
Roger quickly raised the gun, sighted and fired, the dart zipping through the cracked door and finding its target. Batgirl jumped, letting out a yelp, as she felt a bee-sting on her behind. She turned to look out into the alley as she thought she had heard a noise behind her a milli-second before she was stung. She then saw a movement in a shadowed indentation in the wall opposite her that she had noticed before as Roger with one hand holstered the air pistol and with the other hand raised what looked like a garage door opener in her direction.
Reflexively Barbara took a step back, and was carried to the floor by a weighted net that dropped down onto her from the ceiling. She immediately rose to her knees, deliberately not turning or twisting which would wrap the net around her and reached forward for an edge. She looked up to see that the movement across the alley was now a large shape that was through the door. He was quicker than she, and he grabbed one end of the net and moved around her, twisting her into its tightening folds. She was drawn into a ball and knew that she was in trouble. She started to reach for her utility belt, but found it hard to concentrate on her task. She could not remember what it was that she wanted to get. In fact, it was getting hard for her to move, regardless of the netting which had snared her.
Roger smiled. He had her. He held onto one end of the net and watched the drug take effect on Batgirl. Her eyes blinked and her mouth started to go slack, soon the struggling stopped and he released the slack of the net. Batgirl was still conscious, still aware of what was happening to her, but she could not move or speak. She became aware of the net being removed from her body and looked up to see her capture above her. He was a large man dressed all in black, big without being slowed down by bulk, and she already knew that he was very quick, quiet and fast. She tried to lick her lips to moisten them but could not, her mouth dry.
Roger left her and went out into the alley. A moment later he wheeled her motorcycle into the alley and hid it behind a dumpster, heaping trash onto it. He knew it probably wouldn’t be found for another three days until the sanitation crew came by. He then went back into the store and closed the door behind him. He took a small battery-powered lamp from his fanny pack and placed it on a shelf and turned it on so that he could better enjoy his captive. A low soft whistle escaped his lips as he looked down at the helpless heroine at his feet. She was beautiful! His cock started to get hard as he removed the light chains and shackles from their hiding place, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Batgirl.
She moaned softly and was finally able to wet her very dry lips. It seemed as if the drug was wearing off, but she could still not move. Her captor knelt down next to her and rolled her onto her stomach. Another moan escaped Batgirl’s lips as Roger brought her wrists together behind her back and cuffed them together. Another pair of cuffs were fastened around her slim ankles. Roger then could resist no more and ran his large hands over her body. Barbara could feel the blood rush to her face as she felt her captor’s hands on her ass, thighs, and sides. She gasped as she felt her ankles pulled back towards her wrists to which he fastened with a short length of chain.
“No…stop…,” she was finally able to whisper as he flipped her over to grope her breasts. He only spent a quick moment with that pleasure since she was coming out of the stupor quicker than he had imagined. He grabbed the harness gag with one hand, and her face with the other. Her full red lips were parted and he pushed the red rubber ball into her mouth and behind her teeth. One strap he secured the gag behind her head, another strap was fastened under her chin, and yet another ran up over her head to fasten to the main strap in back. He examined closely the face of his captive as Batgirl glared back at him with vivid green eyes. Roger removed Batgirl’s utility belt and then took up several leather straps of varying lengths and bound Batgirl legs further together with straps above her knees and then at mid thigh. He then strapped her elbows together behind her back. Batgirl moaned in discomfort, but had no problem with her elbows touching behind her back. Roger then wrapped two more longer straps around her torso, binding her arms tightly to her body, with one strap above, and the other below her breasts, causing them to jut out further. In addition the body straps caused the chain between her wrists and ankles to shorten, arching Barbara into an even tighter hogtie. Batgirl now started to move, but her movements were limited by her bondage to slow writhing movements. She was helpless.
Batgirl had only been bound so effectively by Catwoman. Now that the drug was wearing off she began to better appreciate her predicament. Being in bondage was always a turn-on for her, and this time was no exception. The danger gave the excitement a spice that she found intoxicating. And this time was certainly different from those times that she had been captured and bound by Catwoman or by Nora Clavicle. This time her captor was a man. Sure, Catwoman had male henchmen at times, but Catwoman always kept her for herself. She knew that this time was different. She wondered if she would be raped. Then as quick as the though came, it left, as she knew that she would (in her secret heart she hoped so), it was only a question of how and when.
Batgirl was able to struggle more and her writhing became harder as she tried to find a weakness in the chains that held her wrists and ankles together. Roger smiled at her determination, and decided it was time for something a bit more strict for her. Taking another short chain he snapped one end to the back of her gag. Batgirl moaned with pain into her gag as he pulled her head back and fastened the other end to her elbow strap. Roger then ran his fingers lightly down her exposed throat, delighting at the softness of it and of her power over her vulnerability and helplessness before him. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on her bondage. The discomfort of the tight arch of her hogtie and his touch was too much for her and she started to get wet from excitement.
Roger glanced at a wall clock and saw that he had time in his schedule for some fun, so he took off his leather gloves so that he could better enjoy the feel of his captive and then began to move his bound captive this way and that, looking and touching. Batgirl writhed as much as the chains and straps allowed as she felt him molest her body, his leather clad hands groping her breasts, her ass, her thighs, running his fingers down her taut belly, enjoying the look of her beneath his drawing hands, admiring the way her muscles moved under her skin. Batgirl gasped and moaned under his ministrations. She was so turned-on by her situation that her struggles were no longer a defiant act against her captor, but of sexual lust and excitement for her bondage and his touch. His fingers were suddenly between her thighs and she knew that she he now knew of her excitement. She screamed into her gag as he pushed his hand between her bound together thighs as she came. He finally made the first sound she heard from him. He laughed. He then rubbed her clitoris under her costume and gave her another orgasm seconds after the first. Roger was getting into his assault of Batgirl, but knew that his time here was running out, so he stopped what he was doing and stood up. A moan escaped Batgirl’s lips and he knew that he was only getting her started. Good. He would let her simmer.
‘God, she’s a hot bitch’, he thought as took a blindfold and covered Batgirl’s eyes. He put his gloves back on, gathered up his things and did a quick wipe-down to remove any fingerprints that he may have left. He turned off the lamp and opened the door. A quick look reveled that the coast was clear and he left Batgirl to get his panel van that was parked near by.
Batgirl’s world was black and quiet now that her captor had left. She rolled about as well as she could, feeling about with her fingertips for her utility belt, or anything that could be used for her escape. She was grateful that he had not placed her in a crossed-ankles hogtie so that she was able to roll. But, it was hard and painful as her bondage was extremely tight, strict and restrictive. She came again as she heard a vehicle pull up outside the door.
Roger left the van running and got out and went to the back to open the rear doors. He opened the door to the store and flipped Batgirl over onto her stomach and picked her up by using the chain between her wrists and ankles as a handle. Batgirl grunted from the added pressure and strain and orgasmed again. He carried her quickly to the van and tossed her in back. Roger shut the doors to the van, locked and closed the door to the store, got in the van and took off his mask. He shot a quick glance at the writhing heroine in rear of the van, smiled and drove off towards his hideout.
Chapter Two
Batgirl’s bound body was bounced about in the back of her captor’s panel van as he drove her to a place where she had no doubt that she would be further tormented and raped. He had stopped once and further secured her down onto the floor of the van to eye-bolt in the floorboard at her feet and by fastening a collar around her neck with he secured to another eye-bolt. He then covered the struggling heroine with a heavy tarp and then continued his journey. By the length of the trip she knew that they had probably left the city limits of Gotham, but other than that she knew nothing. She was very tired, exhausted by her capture and molestation, and despite her discomfort lapsed into a dreamless sleep. Roger left the Gotham and soon turned down a little traveled road several miles from the city. He west past a small farming community then turned down a bumpy dirt road. He slowed down and drove several more miles when he turned into the dirt driveway of an abandoned fruit warehouse. He had bought it with his spoils and had customized it to his tastes, and for his task. He picked up a garage door opener and pushed the button and a unseen panel in the wall opened and he drove into the darkened garage bay where he shut off the engine. He waited until the panel closed before getting out and then turning on the lights.
Roger opened the back of the van and removed the tarp covering Batgirl. She had fallen asleep during the drive, and not even the rough ride has roused her, but she was now starting to wake since she subconsciously realized that her trip was over. Roger unsnapped her restraining hooks from the floorboard and undid the chain between her wrists and ankles. He then dragged her to the edge of the van, got out and then picked up the shapely bundle and tossed her over his broad shoulder. He could not resist the urge to feel her tight ass as he carried her to the room that he had prepared for her.
Batgirl came to with a start at the feel of his hand massaging her buttocks. She still was blindfolded and gagged, but her wrists and ankles were no longer painfully together. She started to struggle in the grasp of her captor, though she knew it was futile. He handled her easily. He breaths became deep at the excitement of her helplessness once again. She struggled now to feel her bondage, and to feel him. He was strong, and from his hands on her traveling up and down her strapped together long legs, he was enjoying her struggling as well. She felt herself dumped on the floor and Roger removed her straps, leaving only the blindfold, gag and cuffs holding her wrists together behind her back. He grabbed her by the shoulders and picked her up. Facing him she quickly drove her knee to where she believed his crotch to be. He slightly turned his hips and blocked her blow.
Nonetheless it still hurt. He smiled, then slapped her across the face. Batgirl’s head snapped back, her long red hair flailing and she stumbled back a step. She quickly recovered and using her hearing to determine his location gave him a quick reverse snap kick to the head. Roger saw it coming and easily caught her foot inches from his face.He then smiling, gripped the boot and pulled it off and tossed it aside. Batgirl hobbled on one foot trying to keep her balance as her captor lifted her foot higher, placing her in standing split. He grabbed her with his other hand and moved in to her. Batgirl could feel his breath against her face. It as as rapid as hers, but not with exertion. She could feel him against her vagina and felt his cock grow against her through his pants. This further excited her and she leaned further into him. He released her foot and then picked up her other ankle and lifted it, removing the boot and tossing it aside as well.
Roger then picked her completely off the ground, turned her around and drove her down to the floor. Batgirl ‘omphed’ as the air was knocked out of her. Helplessly she tried to catch her breath as he undid the snap to her wrist cuffs that held her arms behind her back. Roger rolled her over and took her wrists and secured her cuffs before her body. He stood up and reached up for a chain the descended from the ceiling. He brought down and snapped it to her wrist cuffs and went over to a panel in the wall and pushed a button. Batgirl’s wrists went up, raising her onto her knees, to her feet, rising more until she was standing only on her toes before he stopped the hidden ceiling winch. She finally caught her breath and moved her feet about, futilely trying to find a better purchase on her footing. She could find none. Roger then moved before her and gripped her costume at her breasts. His fingers found purchase in the fabric and he ripped his hands down, tearing the fabric and revealing her firm breasts. Her eyes opened wider in shock at his actions. Roger took a step back and let a out low whistle from appreciation at her perfect breasts. She watched her captor move behind her and felt him undoing the buckles to the harness-gag.
“Who are you, what are do you want?!,” she demanded as soon as the rubber ball left her lips.
“I am your captor, Batgirl, soon to be your master, and as to what I want, I would have thought that would be obvious to you.” Saying that Roger reached around Batgirl and grabbed her right breast, squeezing it hard while his other hand reached down between her legs, pulling her ass back against his crotch. Batgirl gasped and moaned from the sensations of his ministrations of her clitoris and nipple, the clamp assuring that the unhanded breast was just as stimulated as the one which her was massaging. She felt him harden further against her ass.
“No…stop….you can’t do this to me,” she pleaded.
“I can and I will do anything to you,” he responded in return, and started to kiss the back of her neck. Small tingles of electricity flew through her body as she responded to him.
“But, I’m Batgirl…” she said with a small voice, her words punctuated with moans and gasps.
“I know”, he said simply, and turned her around to face her and kissed her hard on her full lips. Batgirl could not help herself but parted her lips and mouth and allowed him to thrust his tongue deep inside. She moaned and felt herself lubricating in response. His hands traveled down her back to grasp her ass and pull her hard against him. His cock was straining against his pants, seeking to invade her pussy as his tongue invaded her mouth. And, just as she began to start to kiss him back, he stopped.
He stepped back and laughed. “God, you’re such a slut,” he taunted. Batgirl’s head dropped to at his words. She knew he was right. Why else did she dress the way she did? But she could not help herself over her responses. She was excited by the danger of her occupation, and her fascination and lust for bondage only made her desire captivity of this type ever since she could remember. It was a secret dream of her to be captured, kidnapped, bound and tormented. Yes, she enjoyed it when Catwoman had done this to her, but it was men that she really liked, and it was to be enslaved by a man that was hidden deep in her psyche as an unmentionable fantasy.
Roger then went to a side table and picked up a pair of nipple clamps. They were connected by a light silver chain. Barbara heard him walk to her, her ears picking out the sound of the chain’s links.She had a very good idea of what it was,since she heard the sound from her own bondage collection.She licked her lips and felt her excitement growing even more. Roger took hold of her right breast and massaged it, manipulating her pert nipple between his thumb and index finger. Batgirl’s eyes slowly closed under her blindfold and a low moan came from her throat. He put the first clamp on her nipple and smiled as her moans turned into a sharp gasp. He then repeated the process of teasing and manipulating her left breast and attached the second clamp to her erect nipple. Batgirl groaned from the pain as the teeth bit into her delicate flesh. The pain so exciting, so intoxicating that it became pleasure.
Roger examined the helpless heroine that dangled in front of him, her costume torn, her breasts revealed, her feet bare. He watched the chain of her nipple clamps catch the light as she slowly moved about in front of him. He reached down into his pants and repositioned his stiff cock so that it was no longer painfully pushing against his black jeans. He grabbed two lengths of rope and knelt down before Batgirl and took her left ankle into his hand and tied one end of the rope several loops around it, and knotted it off. He repeated the process with her right ankle. Batgirl hung helpless and panted as she felt her captor bind her ankles. He did not tie them together, but separately. She knew that she was to be spread.
“Please, who ever you are, you don’t have to do this to me,” she said as she felt him finish with her ankles. He slowly stood up, running his hands up the outside of her legs, from her ankles, to her calves, up her thighs before resting on her slim hips.
“Oh, but I want to do this, Batgirl,” he said. Roger then took the cord that was tied to her left ankle and went to an eye-bolt in the floor several feet from where Batgirl stood and feed the end through, he then took the end and pulled it towards her ankle which moved towards the bolt in response. When her leg was at a 30 degree angle to the rest of her body, he looped it around her bound ankle and knotted it off. Batgirl moaned and gasped at the strain on her wrists and shoulders. He tried to stand by moving her right foot but was soon suspended as her captor repeated the process with her right ankle. Batgirl’s legs were split wide apart, her toes now several inches from the floor.
“Aaahhh,” she softly cried as he knotted the rope to her right ankle. She was now helplessly spread in the air before him. Held so helpless by her own weight. Made so vulnerable by her openess.
Roger than retrieved a pair of scizzors and returned to his captive. He place on blade against her left hip and slowly started to cut away the cloth of her hip huggers.
“Nooooo….please! Stop!”, Batgirl pleaded as she felt the scissors cut away the fabric at her left hip. She struggled futilely in her suspension trying to escape the scissors that threatened to remove the protection of her femininity. Her captor ignored her and moved to her right hip, cutting thru the cloth. She groaned as her panties dropped to the floor when the scissors finally cut thru the hip huggers waist band. He then took hold of her fishnet pantihose between her legs and pulled it away from her crotch. Another protesting groan escaped Batgirl’s lips as she watched him cut away a large hole, baring her pussy to him.He then moved from her and put the scissors on a side table.
Roger walked up to face the suspended heroine. He reached behind her back and taking a handful of her long silky hair pulled her head back.
“Uggghhh,” Batgirl moaned. He then took the chain to her nipple clamps and pulled it toward him, pulling her nipples out.
“Aggghh,” went Batgirl as she tried to arch her chest forward towards her captor as he pulled on her nipple clamps. He assisted her by pulling her head back further by her hair. The strain on her hands and shoulders was incredible and she felt herself beginning to cum. Roger released her hair and nipple clamp chain and retrieved another piece of rope. Batgirl felt the rope wrap around her slender waist and her breathing sped up as made a knot just below her navel. He then took the free end and passed it between her legs, stepping behind her to pull it up and back, the rope passing deeply between her vaginal lips and knotted it in place to the waist rope at the small of her back.
“Argghhh,” she cried out as her body was wracked by a strong orgasm as the rope rubbed against her clitoris. The rope passing into her pussy and up her ass excited her greatly and she knew that the rope would soon be soaking wet with her juices. Batgirl cried out again in another orgasm as Roger grabbed the front of her crup rope and moved it about, driving the rope deeper within her.
“Oh…oh…uh….,” she panted as he began to feel her up again. He had always enjoyed tying girls up, but Batgirl was the best he had ever had. He enjoyed the feel of her lean muscles, drawn taut by her suspension, as they played beneath his hands.
“Ohhh…,” Batgirl gasped when Roger removed her nipple clamps and took her left nipple into his mouth as he continued to manipulate her pussy rope with his left hand. His right hand went around her body to grasp her tight ass. She writhed and moaned under his all-knowing hands, lips and tongue, and soon had another orgasm. Roger’s hand went down to her pussy and felt her wetness, his fingers coming away warm and wet. He raised his hand to his face and smelled. It smelled great, then took a taste. It was delicious. The taste of a woman bound and spread has a flavor distinct to all others, and Batgirl was no exception.
“Mummph”, went Batgirl as her captor forced his fingers into his mouth. She was forced to taste her own juices. It was not unpleasant. She knew her taste, but this was slightly different, caused by the her peril and helplessness of being bound by an unknown villain. Roger was thoroughly enjoying his assault upon the suspended Batgirl. Her moans, struggles and smell of her orgasms excited him greatly and he knew it was only a matter of time before he exploded. It was time to place his captive in another bondage position.
Chapter Three
Batgirl was in a daze. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her…again. Why was it, she asked herself, that villains were always tying her up and torturing her? Sure it was she dreamed about and lusted for. Yes, it was exciting beyond all belief. But, still she could not understand why she was always being bound tightly and helplessly and sexually tormented. Other superheroines, didn’t have this problem, did they? Sure, Wonder Woman, occasionally, but Supergirl wasn’t always getting kidnapped and raped by her enemies.
Her captor took her mind away from her concerns about the why of her condition back to the what. She felt herself lowered back to the floor and her bonds were removed. She started to struggle as Roger took her wrists behind her back and bound them together. He was quick and skilled and Batgirl never had a chance to escape before she was helpless again. She felt more ropes wrapping around her elbows and let out a soft moan as her elbows touched behind her back.
“Oh…please….stop……,” she moaned as Roger ran his hands down her quivering body. He then took her by the shoulders and pushed her ahead of him, steering her towards her next predicament. Roger reached his destination and let go of Batgirl and put his hood back on, he then untied and removed his captive’s blindfold. She gasped as she saw the room before her. There were all sorts of devices and objects and tables and racks. Everything it seemed had one function. To torture and torment helpless victims. She moaned as she knew that she would be that helpless victim.
Roger steered her to a large metallic, futuristic bondage cross in one corner of the room and untied the ropes that were wrapped around her wrists and elbows. He quickly turned her around, so that her back was to the device and took her right wrist in his hands. She struggled futilely as he snapped a cuff to the wrist. She was still dazed from her previous torment by her captive and could not find the energy within herself to truly resist as he repeated the process with her left wrist. He then took each of her ankles and cuffed them apart to the bottom corners of the device.
“What are you going to do to me,” she breathed as he fastened a large strap around her waist, securing her tight against the cold metal frame. He then removed the rope from around her waist and from within her pussy. He chuckled as he noticed how wet the rope was where it had bisected her pussy. His answer to her question then came as he pushed a switch on the rack and the cuffs binding her wrists and ankles slowly started to move apart towards their corners.
“Ohhh…..Arghhhhhh……..” Batgirl was stretched tight, her toes now off the ground, her wait barely supported by the waist strap, most of it by her bound wrists. She breathed deeply as the tension increased, her body quivering until she felt as tight as a bow-string. Roger released the switch and then reached into his small waist bag and pulled out his scissors that he had picked up before releasing Batgirl from her spread-eagle suspension.
“No……please……,” begged Batgirl as he slowly and expertly removed the rest of her costume, leaving only her gloves, boots, and mask to cover her nudity. He then went to a cabinet and took something from it. Batgirl gasped when she saw what it was.
“No, you musn’t!!”, she cried as Roger started to take pictures of his spread captive, moving about her, capturing her bondage on film from every angle. He stopped when the roll was done and took the canister out and replaced it. Batgirl was humiliated by the experience, yet excited as well. She wondered what he would do with the pictures. Would he keep them for himself? Or, would he share them laughingly with Gotham’s Underworld. She imagined that she made quite a sight, and could not help but wonder how many villains would soon be jacking off to the image of her bound, naked and spread. Roger put down the camera on a nearby table and pushed another switch on the rack. Batgirl felt herself moving back as the rack pivoted, her head lowering and her feet raising. Roger released the switch when she was parallel with the ground. He then picked up the camera, and walking around her, finished taking another roll of pictures of her. Batgirl moaned and writhed in her bondage as the camera clicked away. She closed her eyes and imagined all those evil men looking at her, taking their cocks in their hands and beating off. Her breathing quickened as she imagined them surrounding her, then cuming on her, their hot semen coating her body, splashing her on her face. Her lips parted and her tongue wetted them as she fantasized in her bondage.
The camera quit clicking and she looked over to where her captor was standing. He was returning from the table where he had put the camera and stopped between her legs. Now she realized why he had bound her on this sort of rack. There was nothing between her legs to keep him from just walking up to her and raping her. She also realized that she was at the perfect height for this to happen. Roger removed his own utility belt, and unfastened his pants, allowing them to fall, revealing his rock hard dick.
“No!” exclaimed Batgirl as she struggled harder against her bonds, helplessly. Roger had waited and fantasized about this for a long time. Now, he had Batgirl bound and vulnerable before him. His cock strained to penetrate her and he did so.
“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh” Batgirl felt his cock enter her suddenly. There was no fooling around with positioning it, or with any niceties like foreplay. He just rammed it into her. Hard.
“Ugggghhhhhhhh!!” The suddenness of the penetration caused Batgirl to orgasm and Roger growled with pleasure as he felt her wetness and warmth envelope him. Her pussy muscles tightened and he began to thrust into her, the feel of her like nothing he had ever imagined. It was not long before he came as well. The quickness did not bother him, he knew that this first fuck would be a quickie as he was almost ready to come in his pants several times just by he sight of her writhing body, and the tough of her struggling form. Batgirl spasmed in front of him as several more orgasms shook her. Her skin was splotchy and was covered with sweat. Roger stepped back, his cock covered with both of their juices and walked around to Batgirl’s head. And, while she panted, her eyes closed he grabbed her harshly by her hair.
“Whaa…..” she cried in pain and surprise as she saw where he was standing, his wet cock waving in her face. Roger bent her head back and thrust his cock into her waiting mouth.
“Mmmmuuuuuuupppphhhhhh” Batgirl almost gagged as her captors cock was suddenly in her mouth. She tried to spit it out but he only thrust it back in. She then heard the ‘snick’ of a switchblade opening and saw a 8” blade in her rapist’s hand.
“Don’t even think about it,” he warned her before the thought of biting him even started to formulate. “You know what to do, Bat-Slut”, he growled. Batgirl then started to suck and lick her captors dick, removing her juices and his cum with her tongue.
“Mmmmmm……unhhhhhhh……oooooohhhh.” Batgirl’s tongue was expert in her captive duty and Roger closed his eyes at the pleasure of his sucking his cock. After several minutes he stepped back and folded the knife blade shut. He pulled his pants back up and fastened them. He put the knife into his back pocket and walked back to the cabinet and removed several more items and returned to the spread Batgirl.
“What…..now…….?” she panted. Roger lay the items on her straining stomach. She looked down and saw a crup strap, two vibrators and a harness-ball gag. Roger picked up the gag and walked around to her head. He took her chin in his hand and moved her head back, her mouth opened and he placed the red rubber ball between her teeth.
“Mmmmmppppphhhhhhh” Batgirl closed her eyes as Roger started to buckle the straps, feeling the leather across her face and under her chin, feeling the rollers turn against her flesh as he tightly bucked each buckle that held the ball between her teeth. He then went down to between her legs and picked up the larger of the two vibrators, turned it on, and unceremoniously thrust it into her soaking pussy.
“Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh”, moaned Batgirl into her gag as she immediately felt the vibrator humming within her, driving her towards yet another orgasm. Roger then picked up the second, smaller vibrator and turned it on. He quickly licked it to lubricate it and then slowly shoved it into her asshole.
“Ummmmmppppppphhhhhhhh!!” Batgirl came as the vibrator entered her rectum. She trashed against her restraints before Roger as he picked up the crup strap. The vibrators were set at different settings, and their vibrations each had a different frequency so that Batgirl would have no trouble telling which one was which. He bucked the main belt around Batgirl’s trim, athletic waist and took the central strap from the back and brought it up between her legs and buckled it to the main strap at her stomach.
Batgirl moaned and writhed as the vibrators sung their song of ecstasy within her. She screamed into her gag as orgasm after orgasm raced through her body. Roger stood and watched Batgirl toss about within her bonds for several more moments, before leaving her there thus so that he could get a shower and a bite to eat.
Chapter Four
Roger returned after a couple hours to find Batgirl covered with sweat and slowly writhing. Her eyes were closed and she slowly opened and closed her mouth, chewing on her gag. He could tell that she was thoroughly getting into her bondage. He wondered how many orgasms she had had. It wasn’t moments later that her body shuddered, tensing within her bonds as another orgasm shook her. He started feeling himself getting hard again. She was spectacular. Roger walked over to his captive and started to undo her crotch strap. Batgirl opened her eyes and looked down between her legs at Roger, her eyes glazed from her bondage lust.
“Mmmphhh…?” She wondered what he had in mind for her next. She felt him remove the leather belt from her and her reached into her pussy. There was a small sucking sound and he pulled the vibrator out.
“Hmmm…uhhhh….” she moaned as he then took her rectum vibrator and pulled it free. She sighed with relief. She thought that she was going to orgasm to death earlier. She watched him push another button on the rack and felt silent motors come to life in the table. Her legs started to come together as the lower legs of the rack started to mate. He stopped when her legs were side-by-side. He pushed another button and the rack arms started down, bringing her arms down to her sides where they stopped moments later. Roger went to another cabinet and brought back several straps, a collar and several lengths of chain. Batgirl watched him closely as he bucked a strap around each wrist and then each ankle above the cuffs that bound her to the rack. He took another wider strap and buckled it to her slim waist, just below the strap that held her firmly in place on the adaptable table. Finally he took a collar and locked it around her delicate throat. He took the chain in hand and she noticed that it was all one piece. There was a long section, that had two shorter chains bisecting it, on towards the middle and the other at one end. At each terminus of the chain there was a locking snap device. He took the the unbisected end and attached the chain to her collar and then took the end terminus’ and attached them to each of her ankle cuffs. He then untied her left wrist from the rack and locked the cuff into its match at the center bisecting chain. He then repeated the process with her right wrist. It was only then that he untied her from the ropes and straps that had secured her to the rack. Roger went over to a table and brought back a small bottle of water. He removed her gag and put the bottle at Batgirl’s mouth. She drank it greedily, desperate to replenish the fluids that she had orgasmed out of her body.
“Thanks…, “ she whispered weakly when he finally took the empty bottle away from her lips. She looked up at him, trying to read anything in his eyes that she could use to her advantage. She saw only lust behind the hood. He then pulled her from the rack and walked her towards a small alcove where there sat a small toilet. She suddenly felt the tremendous urge to relieve herself and wished that she could do more than take the small mincing steps that her chained ankles would allow her to take. He sat Batgirl on the seat and stepped back. He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall, and waited. He did not have long to wait. Batgirl, though thoroughly humiliated by having another person watch her perform such intimate body functions, knew it was no use to try to hold everything in. She lowered her face from his gaze and relieved herself.
“All done?” he asked matter of factly several minutes later. Batgirl nodded her head in shame. He then stepped on a small button in the floor that she had not noticed before and she realized that the toilet was also a bidet’. A stream of water shot up from the bowl, washing away the remains of her wastes from her ass and pussy.
“Uhhhh…ooooo….”, she moaned as the water pulsed into her. He lifted his foot from the pedal and grabbed the chain below her neck, raising her onto her feet.
“Wha….what are you going to do…do to me now?” she whispered as he led her over to another table. This table was also of metal and low to the ground as the rack. It was about four feet square. There were eye-bolts set into the table at many places all around the edges and she noticed there were also holes in several places. She wasn’t sure but it looked like there were rollers in the holes.
“I heard you liked to be tied up, Batgirl, so…”
“Who told you that?” she asked as he stopped by the table, and started to pick up some odd black rope from another table nearby.
“Oh…a little cat told me,” he smirked as he went around her and started to tie her elbows behind her back. Once again he tied them tightly together.
“Uuggnnnhhhh….a cat?” her eyes opened wide as she realized that this guy knew Catwoman! She looked back over her shoulder at him, trying to retrieve any detail that she could so that she could determine his identity. She could find none, though he did seem vaguely familiar. Of course, he was built like so many other villains that she had faced, and their henchmen. Roger turned the masked heroine back around to face him and took off her wrist cuffs. He twisted her back around and tied her wrists tightly together, leaving a length of rope dangling from them.
“Ouch!” Batgirl said as he cinched the wrists together. He then picked her up and lay her on her back on the center of the table. Her long legs went over the end at her knees.
“Ohhhh…” she moaned as she laid upon her bound arms. Roger then removed the rest of her cuffs and chains, but left the collar in place. She hadn’t noticed it but the collar had a little Batgirl emblem on the front that matched the one on her utility belt and costume. He then took her left ankle and bent it back towards her thigh and wrapped another of the black ropes around her trim ankle.
“Aaahhhhggggg….” she moaned as he took the rope that bound Batgirl’s ankle and secured it to a bolt at her left shoulder. He then took her right ankle, bent it back, tied it and secured it to a bolt at her right shoulder.
“Uuggghhhhh”, Batgirl moaned and writhed helplessly, her legs bent back and her weight resting on her bound arms. He took more of the rope and fed it thru behind her bent knees. He knotted it and then tied them to the bolts at the corner next to each knee, spreading her knees wide apart.
“Huuu….huuuu…” Batgirl panted as she felt herself getting sexually excited once again. Roger went on to tie more rope at her shoulders, passing them under her armpits and securing the ends to bolts at her shoulders. He then took some more rope and started to wrap each of her legs, tightly binding her ankles and calves back to each thigh. Batgirl groaned and twisted as well as she could in her ever increasing bondage as her captor continued to wrap more and more of the black rope around her.
“Ohhh…please…stop…” she begged, “these ropes….there are….sooo….tight…” she gasped.
“But, I thought that you liked being tied, Bat-slut,” Roger responded as he then started to take a long rope, wrapping it several times around her waist. He marveled at her musculature of her abdomen as he pulled the rope tight around her, strong, yet still feminine and very sexy. He then took the end and knotted at the small of her back and ran the rope up and between her legs, passing it between her wet pussy lips and up towards the ceiling.
“Nooo….not…like…this” Batgirl whispered as he took the end and attached it to a cable over her that retracted into the ceiling. He then took the length of rope that ran from Batgirl’s bound wrists and passed the end into a hold between her legs. He took the end that came out of a hold at the foot of the table and attached it to another retracting cable. Batgirl continued to moan and writhe as he went to the head of the table and untied the ropes that bound her ankles to the corners. He then passed these through nearby holes, and attached them to a couple more cables at the bottom of the head of the table. He repeated the process with each of the ropes that he had secured Batgirl to the table with at her shoulders and her knees.
“Whaa…what are you going to do to me?” she asked again, as she noticed him slightly changing her bondage, undoing the ropes from the bolts to pass them into holes to resecure them out of sight. He only looked at her and continued with her bondage. He then took another long length of rope and tied it around her chest, ropes looping over and under and then across her breasts, encompassing her breasts in an elaborate net of rope that held her breasts like lovers hands. Batgirl writhed and moaned as Roger carefully positioned each rope and tied each knot where it would do the most good to tease and torment her. He then stood back and examined her. Batgirl continued to twist about in her bonds, as much as possible, that is, which wasn’t much. Roger then went to a cabinet and pulled out a spray bottle that was filled with a special solution, made just for this occasion.
“What’s that for,” Batgirl asked as she saw him advancing towards her with the bottle filled with a red liquid. It looked like cherry Kool-Aid.
“Well, Batgirl. This is a special solution that when sprayed on the ropes binding you will cause them to…well, I’ll let you discover that for yourself.” He then started to spray her with the liquid, the light mist covering her from head to toe. It was cool and slightly oily and had a strangely vinegar-like smell. Batgirl them noticed her ropes for the first time. They were not nylon, or polyester, or cotton…they were almost like rubber. But now, they seemed to come alive under the spray. They warmed up and started to worm their way into her flesh.
“Uggghhhh…” Batgirl gasped as the ropes tightened about her. They also seemed to have another, more sinister effect. Where the ropes touched her flesh her nerve-endings came alive. The ropes dug into her helpless body with fantastic pleasure.
“Ahhh…ohhh…..” she moaned as the sensations started to intensify, each strand became an individual lover to her writhing body.
“Now, just to maintain some balance,” Roger said as he flicked a switch on the table, “let’s tighten things up, shall we?” The cables in the table started to slowing retract, pulling the rope into the holes and over the rollers, shortening the ropes that held Batgirl captive.
“Ahhhhrrrrrrrgggggggg” she groaned as her ankles went towards her head. “Uggghhhhh….oh god…please…” she pleaded as her wrists pulled down between her legs, her body starting to arch. Her captor then went to a switch at the wall and flipped it on. The cable holding the rope bisecting her vagina began to retract into the ceiling, bowing Batgirl more.
“Errrrgggggghhhhhhh” The ropes at her shoulders and knees contracted. Each rope went into their holes slowly, centimeter by centimeter, stretching and bowing the heroine painfully. At the same time the ropes that held her, especially those that touched her bare flesh, at her waist, her breasts and her vagina, continued to warm and dig and excite. She was being crushed and split and she was loving every second of it. Her bonds continued to squeeze and Batgirl started to cum. Her bondage was soo intense, her peril of being killed by her bonds, was too much for the young girl to resist.
“ARRRGGGHHHH!!” she screamed as the first orgasm wracked her. Roger pulled out his cock and started to masturbate. The sight of her bound, bowed and stretched body demanded satisfaction. Her belly continued to rise towards the ceiling and her wrists and ankles came side to side, and then passed each other, arching her ever more. Roger came over and started to touch her, feeling the strain of Batgirl’s muscles under her skin.
“Ohhhhh….goddddd….” Another orgasm struck the helpless heroine. The pain and the pleasure mixing in a incomprehensible combination. One did not go to the other, but they blended perfectly. She did not know where one started and the other stopped. She was in terrible pain, and yet so incredibly turned on, so excited. Soon, Batgirl could not move anything but her head, which she slowly tossed back and forth as the ropes pulled her apart and drove her to orgasm after orgasm.
Roger finally walked to her and stuck his dick in Batgirl’s gasping mouth. She did not resist it or try to spit it out, but began to suck it eagerly, unaware of anything but her own sexual needs and torments. She was no longer Batgirl, or Barbara Gordon, she was a naked piece of flesh made of equal parts of pain and pleasure. She lusted for any sort of relief from her torture, even the momentary distraction of giving her captor a blow job. His hands moved across her arched body in front of him, her breasts stretched to almost invisibility into her body, her stomach, taut and hard, the waist ropes cutting into her as the crotch rope continued to rise. She was going to die, she knew that. But, it no longer mattered to her. She was helpless to resist, and no longer wanted to. Roger finally shot his load of cum into Batgirl’s mouth and she sucked him dry.
“Mmmmuuuummpppmmm” Batgirl moaned as she licked him dry. She was now just barely resting on the table by her shoulders, knees and her head. Again and again she came, her orgasms now racing through her, one after another, one would start before the last had ended, a continual barrage of intense pleasure. It was more than she could take and the world finally went peacefully black around her.
Chapter Five
Roger looked down at the unconscious form of Batgirl. The stresses of her bondage were too much for her body to endure. He retrieved another spray bottle, this time with a blue liquid and sprayed it over the glistening rubbery rope that bound her. The ropes melted away and Batgirl’s body slowly untensed as her restraints dissolved. The special rope was for one use only, but he was very pleased with the results.
He removed the rest of the restraints from Batgirl’s body and lifted her light body into his arms. He looked down at his captive as her head flopped back, her throat taut. He admired the look that the collar gave to her. He carried her to another room in his hideaway. He would let her rest for a bit. He wanted her to gather her strength for her next ordeal.
The room was small, outfitted only with a cot, a toliet, and sink. He laid the heroine onto the cot, then took a chain that was fitted into the wall and locked it with a small padlock to her collar. He wondered if he should also tie her wrists behind her back. She was very clever and could easily find a way to pick the lock at her delicate neck. He stood back and scanned the room for anything loose that she could use. He had planned her abduction carefully, and had prepared everything in advance taking all her skills into consideration. Roger decided that the chain would be enough to hold her in her room. It was long enough to allow her to reach the sink or the toliet as her needs dictated, and yet sturdy enough so that not even the strongest human could pull it out of the wall. He nodded in satisfaction and left the small room, shutting and locking the door behind him.
It was now time to make a few phone calls. He had no doubts that who he was about to call was very dangerous. More so than even Catwoman. But, he felt that it was a chance that he had to take. He wanted Batgirl to kneel before him of her own free will, and unmask herself voluntarily. To do that, he had to break her totally. Make her feel that he was her only salvation from destruction and damnation.
Roger went to his den and turned on the news. He decided to wait. He didn’t want to be too hasty in any of his actions. Yes, he would reveal himself to others in due time, and let the world know that he had captured Batgirl. It would be a great kudo for him in the eyes of Gotham’s underworld. He wondered how Catwoman would respond when she heard the news. She always viewed Batgirl as her own little toy, her own possession to play with as she pleased. She did not take kindly to others cutting into her territory, as she believed Batgirl to be.
There was no mention of Batgirl, or the Dynamic Duo on the news. Nor were there any mentions of any major crimes, just the heat wave and the humidity. It seemed like domestic violence and minor assaults were keeping the police busy. Good, he thought. No news is good news, and the police are inudated with petty crimes to keep them occupied.
Seated, Roger suddenly felt tired. The day had been long, and Batgirl had taken alot out of him. He marveled at her erotic energy, so intense even when she was bound and helpless. Actually, more so because she was bound and helpless. He wondered about a superheroine that found such excitement out of being captured, bound, tormented, and raped. Catwoman had often laughed at Batgirl’s secret desires, joking that the best way to make her retire was to not do anything to her. That Batgirl would get so bored that she would hang up her mask in disgust. As he closed his eyes and settled deeper into the over stuffed chair he wondered if that was true.
Batgirl slowly woke up. She kept her eyes closed and examined her surroundings with her other senses. She discovered that she was no longer tied up, however she did note that there was a weight against her collar, which she deduced to be a chain. The room was quiet and she slowly cracked her eyes to examine where she was thru half-closed eyelids. The room she found herself in was small, dimly lit by a low wattage bare bulb overhead. She saw a sink and a toliet and a door. That was all. She slowly rolled onto her side, feeling the chain that was attached to her collar move across her bare shoulder. She followed the links to see that they ended at an eye-bolt that was sunk into the wall. She also noticed that she lay upon a plain, military-issue Army cot. She was alone.
Batgirl opened her eyes completely and rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. She could not see any monitoring devices, but that did not mean that there weren’t any hidden away. A slight moan escaped her lips. She was sore. Her captor had not been gentle with her. All her muscles ached,and her pussy felt raw from the pounding he had given her. The only thing that had kept him from ripping her pussy apart was her own juices which had flowed so readily for him, her wetness from her bondage and captivity.
She slowly sat up and swung her long legs to the side, resting her feet on the cool floor boards. She rolled her head from side to side, trying to work the kinks out of her neck. The links of the chain at her neck dangling beside her now, the tinkling sounds very erotic to her ears. She shook her head now at dismay at herself. How could she think such thoughts, she wondered. But, deep down inside her, she knew. It was her inner thirst for bondage, for captivity. The thrill of the hunt, the excitement of the danger. She always loved it. She always seemed to be placing herself in situations where she would be captured and tied up. She knew this was from acting alone so many times, refusing to let anyone know where she was going, or assisting her, even when she knew that she was getting in over her head.
Batgirl snapped her eyes open. She had closed them as she had started to daydream. She then noticed that her right hand hand cupped her left breast and that her left hand was between her legs. She quickly moved them to the cot’s surface at her sides.
Batgirl began to stretch, moving her arms slowly up and out, twisting her body from side to side. Groans came easy to her lips, softly escaping. Damn! She hadn’t felt this worked over since….when? She couldn’t remember if she ever had felt this sore. She bent at her waist and reached out with her fingers as far as she could, slowly stretching out the muscles at her back. If nothing else, she knew that she needed to prepare her body for whatever came next. She didn’t want to stay here any longer than needed. And as she continued to stretch her expert gaze took in every detail of the room, looking for something….anything that could be used to help her escape.
She stood up and slowly spread her legs. The muscles of her thighs and calves protested silently as she bent over, running her hands slowly down the backs of her legs, massaging her hamstrings. She then slowly stood upright, her hands going up over her head, her fingers reaching for the ceiling. She gripped her hands together and bent backwards, very slowly. More moans flowed softly from her lips as her body tried to relieve the tensions that her oh so strict bondage had caused. She closed her eyes and licked her lips. So strict. She had been so helpless, her captor had bound her so expertly, so completely. Batgirl started to lubricate again just thinking about it.
“Stop it!”, she whispered to herself, opening her eyes and straightening up again. She moved to the sink, discovering that the length of the chain attaching her to the wall was long enough for her to move anywhere in her prison. She turned on the water tap and bent over the sink, and cupped several handfuls of water into her mouth. She then took her wet hand and ran it along the back of her neck.
Batgirl looked about her and started to move slowly about the room, closely examining the walls, the door, her cot, the sink and the toliet. The toliets lid was sealed, so she could not lift it to use any of the parts within. The cot was simply constructed, yet sturdy and also afforded nothing that she could use.
She suddenly stopped. Batgirl took a step back, listening intently. Yes, that was a creak that she had heard. One of the floor boards was loose. She moved her feet slightly until she found the board. She then slowly started to rock it back and forth, carefully examining the edges of the wood. A small smile crossed her face as she saw the end of a wood nail slightly exposed. She moved to the cot and flipped it over and examined the legs. A small square of metal fitted over the tubular legs to keep it from scratching the floor. She took one in her strong fingers and worked it back and forth, lifting it from within the leg. She palmed the small piece of metal and turned the cot back over.
Batgirl moved back to the loose board and rocked it again, shifting her weight this way and that over it. She knelt down and placed the edge of the metal from the cot under the head of the nail. She slowly pushed her knee into the center of the board and started to push in and out, pulling upwards against the nail with the metal plate.
Soon the nail was loose enough so that she could pull it from the floor. She sighed with relief that she had not been discovered and sat down on the edge of her cot. She felt her collar with her fingers and found the small padlock which fastened the chain to her throat. Her smile broadened as she discovered that the small finishing nail fit into the hole of the lock. Her dexterious fingers moved the end of the nail about, searching for the simple tumblers, pushing and shifting. Soon she heard the small click of success. She opened the padlock and lifted it from her collar, allowing the links of the chain to fall back against the wall.
Batgirl stood up and moved to the door. Average door she noted and slowly tried the handle. It turned but the door did not open. Locked, of course. She would have been surprised if it hadn’t been. No lock on the inside either she noticed. She took a deep breath and examined the door frame. It did not appear to be reinforced, and she suspected that the door was like any locking door found inside any normal house, like in a bathroom.
Her teeth bared in a fierce smile, Batgirl stepped back. It was time to let loose some of her frustrations. Her right leg shot out in a wicked side kick, her bare foot solidly connecting below the door handle where she determined the bolt of the lock to be. The door did not stand a chance against the expert martial skills of the superheroine or the strength released, flowing from her body to her leg and finally ending at the door. With a loud crashing sound the door flew back, banging hard against the wall, shards of wood blasting outwards from the door jam.
Batgirl quickly exited her prison and moved into the next room which was the torture chamber in which she had been tormented and raped by her captor. She quickly scanned the room for her foe. He was no where to be seen. She relaxed a bit and did another, more complete, examination of the room. She knew that she still had a ways to go in her escape. She was naked, alone, and in a place that she knew nothing about, in the lair of a villain that she did not know. She eded to find her utility belt. She wondered if he had stored it anywhere in the room. There were a number of tables, small closets and cuboards, and other places where it could be hidden. She knew that she did not have much time and started her seach.
Chapter Six
Barbara gaped as she swung open the secret closet’s door. Secret panels were very hard to hide from the Dark Damsel, and this one she found easily. Inside were dozens of costumes, Batgirl costumes. She slowly moved each over as she examined them. Not one was like anything she had ever dared of wearing. They were slinky, sexy, and very erotic. Well, she didn’t have time to waste she thought to herself and snatched one of the outfits from within the closet. She wanted to put something on, anything to cover her nudity. She quickly pulled on the full body purple lace body stocking, wondering why her captor had these. She noticed a pair of knee high soft leather boots and quickly placed them on her feet as well. She was not surprised that both were a perfect fit. The lace of the body stocking did little to prevent her skin from showing, though there were three small black bats strategically placed at her nipples and her crotch. She pulled her gloves over her hands and continued her search for her utility belt.
Batgirl had no further luck in her search. She determined that her captor probably had it locked up in another room. She needed a weapon, however. She was an excellent hand-to-hand combatant, but he was larger than she, and seemed to be just as fast. Also, the way that he had caught her foot when she attempted to kick him in the head indicated that he had some martial skills himself.
She went back to a cabinet she had seen earlier and took out a large baton like device. It was a heavy cattle prod. A satisfied smirk crossed her delicate facial features as she tested it’s weight and balance, the smirk growing to a smile when she pressed the button and a crackle of electricity jumped between the two electrodes at it’s end. Now, she was ready, she thought. Now was payback time.
Roger jerked awake with a start. He hadn’t expected to sleep as long as he did. He shut off the TV and got up. He wanted to check on his captive. He rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers thru his hair, scratching his scalp where his hair had matted from leaning against the chair’s back. He left his den and walked down the hall towards the door that lead to the torture chamber, and Batgirl’s cell.
Opening the door he stopped. The door to Batgirl’s room had been forced open. He quickly scanned the chamber. His breath caught in his throat as he spotted her. She had found his stash of outfits for her, and had put one one. Damn, she is fantastic, he thought as his eyes ran up and down her body. The lace body stocking accentuated every curve of the heroine. His eyes then narrowed as he noticed that she was holding a large cattle prod in her hand, smacking it into her other palm.
The two foes locked eyes across the room. Batgirl saw what he looked like for the first time, since he no longer wore his hood. He was handsome, his features chiseled and rugged. She almost laughed out loud. It looked like he had just woke up, his hair sticking up here and there. But, the matter was very serious now. She was prepared for him, and she knew that he was not exactly prepared for her like this, judging from his expression.
They did not say a word as they silently evaluated each other. Roger slowly stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. Batgirl slowly circled to her right, to place her in a position where she would have a clear avenue of attack. She noticed that his eyes were confident, yet cautious as they scanned the room. His body positioning itself in such a way so that it could instantly react to anything she did. Yes, he was trained. She wondered just how good he really was. She knew that she would soon find out.
Roger didn’t have any misgivings about the situation that he now found himself in. Batgirl was loose, and armed. Though the weapon was not lethal in nature, it would hurt if she connected. He knew that he should have bound her when placing her in her cell. A smile nonetheless formed at the edges of his lips. This was exciting! She would be such a wonderful challenge. He had no qualms about fighting her. He knew that she was fast, strong, and skilled. She was a warrior, as he was. And, though she was a woman, he knew that he would be able to bring himself to combat her.
The purple clad heroine and the black clad villain slowly advanced towards each other across the room, moving around the tables, racks, wheels and other items that dotted the chambers floor. Each knew that they were in for a fight.
Batgirl made the first move. She quickly jumped on top of a small table and then leaped again towards her opponent, twirling in the air as she performed a half-twisting somersault over his head. He ducked his head and had half turned when she landed in a crouch behind him. She quickly shot her arm out, the heavy prod striking him hard against the side of his right knee. He grunted and staggered back. She tucked and rolled away, leaping to her feet and kicking her right leg back, catching her limping foe square in his solar plexus.
“Ooommmph!”, Roger gasped as the air was knocked out of him. He limped backwards to give himself some space and a few seconds. He moved behind a rack, trying to catch his breath. Batgirl was moving again towards him. She was doing a very good job of slowing him down, he knew. It would be a while till he was able to move properly on his right leg.
Batgirl dove towards the rack, placing her hands on the edge and launching herself at Roger. She did a half flip and caught him between her legs, bearing him backwards to the floor. His face was between her crotch and she knelt straddling his face as he lay underneath her. She hit him square in the face with her left hand.
Roger’s view exploded into stars at Batgirl’s blow. He quickly brought his left knee up, catching the heroine in the small of her back, driving her off of him over his head. He rolled over onto his stomach and then pushed himself to his feet.
Batgirl rolled with the blow over Roger’s head. She came to her feet at the end of the roll, and performed a quick snap kick backwards, catching him at his shoulder as he was coming to his feet, knocking him backwards onto his ass.
More stars flashed before Roger as his head snapped back against the edge of the rack as he landed hard on his buttocks. He quickly rolled to his right, grimacing at the pain from his shoulder and knee as they contacted the hard floor. He rose to his feet and faced Batgirl. He ducked as her left foot came towards his face in a wicked side kick. He twisted and punched her in her inner thigh that was still extended, bringing a gasp from the heroine and twisting her. He quickly followed up by moving behind her and grabbing ahold of her long red hair.
“AAArrrrgghhhhhh!”, Batgirl screamed as Roger pulled her head back, pulling her backwards. Off balance from being hit in the thigh mid-kick she back peddled as Roger swung her around by her hair, driving her back against a post.
“Ummmpphh!”, she groaned as she slammed hard against the post. Roger was then in front of her, and Batgirl felt her face snap to the side as he quickly back handed her, knocking her away from the post. She tumbled away and performed a quick side cartwheel to give herself some distance.
The two fighters breathed heavily as they tried to catch their breath. Roger rubbed his hand across his nose, quickly looking down to his hand to see it covered with blood from his broken nose as Batgirl quickly wiped the blood from her split lip. The moment lasted but a few seconds before Batgirl lunged forwards, using the baton like a fencing foil, hitting the electrode switch. Roger was slower than she was by a milli-second and the tip of the cattle prod stuck him at his left bicep.
“AAAHHHHH!” His arm seemed to catch fire and he felt it go numb. He brought his right arm up and across to knock the baton away, then stepped towards Batgirl and brought his arm back across his body, snapping out his fist, catching Batgirl against her right temple in a powerful blow.
“Ugghhh!” Batgirl was knocked to the side and fell to her knees. It was her turn now to see stars. The room started to spin, and she saw two black clad men advancing on her. She staggered to rise, but he was at her before she could move away.
Roger continued his assault. He knew he had to finish her quickly, before she recovered. He did a low kick, driving his foot into Batgirl’s stomach, knocking her completely down.
“Ohhhh!” Batgirl moaned as she was drove by the blow across the floor. She rolled with the momentum away from him, trying now to get away desperately. Roger quickly limped after her and grabbed her by her foot, stopping her roll. She quickly shot her other foot back, knocking his hand off of her leg.
Roger grimaced as he felt a bone crack in his right hand. Batgirl was going to win by default if she continued to cripple him. His left arm was useless for the moment, and the pain from his right knee was excruciating. He moved up besides her and dropped to his knees, driving his right elbow into her back between her shoulder blades.
“AAAAHHHHH!” Both of them cried, Roger from the pain from his knee and Batgirl from the pain that shot fire up and down her spine. Roger gripped the back of her head by her hair. Batgirl twisted her head to the side just as he slammed her head down hard against the floor, making her world go black.
Roger groaned as he slowly straightened his right leg out. He rose up to his feet, using his right hand and left leg. He looked down at the unconscious Batgirl at his feet and staggered to a cabinet. He opened it and retrieved several cuffs from within and limped back. He gritted his teeth as he knelt down besides her. His left arm was starting to tingle and he opened and closed his hand, trying to get some more feeling and function back. He took hold of Batgirl’s arms and brought them together behind her back, cuffing her wrists together. He took the other pair of cuffs and buckled them about her ankles. Taking hold of her ankles he moved them up and snapped them to the wrist cuffs, hogtying her. Only then did he relax a bit, letting a out a long sigh. He rose slowly to his feet and leaned back against a table, then lifted himself on it, taking the weight off his bruised knee. He leaned forward, breathing hard, catching his breath.
“Ohhhhhhhhh”, the soft moan escaped Batgirl’s lips as her world turned from black, to gray, to fuzzy. She moaned again as she slowly regained consciousness. She felt that her head was going to fall off her shoulders. Her back was very sore from the blows that she had taken. She moved her fingers and toes, determining that there was no nerve damage. She then discovered that she was bound once again. Hogtied.
“Ohhh noooo….”, she moaned. She had lost. She knew that she had given her enemy a hell of a fight, and that he would not forget it anytime soon, especially when he tried to walk. She moved her head to the other side and saw Roger sitting on a table besides her, looking down at her.
“Damn, Batgirl! I must admit. You are good,” he said, smiling crookedly at her. “I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly.”
“No,” she said in return, “I hope I hurt you badly.”
“Hah! That’s good! Well, I must admit that you banged me up pretty well. I haven’t been in a fight like that since being pounded by Batman.”
Batgirl again examined his face, racking her memory. Yes, he was one of Catwoman’s ex-henchmen she now remembered.
“Cornby….Roger Cornby.” she said, moving her arms behind her, testing her bonds.
“Yes, that is my name Batgirl,” he answered as he watched her slowly writhe below him. He felt himself stirring again. The fight had been exciting, and the adrenaline still flowed through his veins. Once again he was over the helpless form of Batgirl.
“Why me, Cornby? What is with all this?” she asked, her brilliant green eyes gripping his blue gaze.
“All what?” He had a good idea of what she meant. But, this was the first time that he had ever really spoke with her. Her voice was lovely. Soft, yet determined. Her eyes intelligent.
“Kidnapping me. Raping me! The costumes!”
Roger shook his head, smiling ruefully. Why, indeed. There were certainly other women he could have kidnapped without all the trouble, and pain, that he had just went through.
“Because of who you are, what you are. Yes, I could have any woman that I want. But, ever since I first saw you, I have wanted you.”
“Well, it seems like you now have me,” Batgirl replied sardonically. “So, now what?”
Roger moved off of the table to his feet. He slowly walked around Batgirl, favoring his right leg.
“No, that would be telling.” he said as he moved about the room, trying to stretch his leg out. He determined that his knee hadn’t been severely damaged, only bruised. The sharp pain now gone, replaced only with a low burn. His left arm was now functioning as it should. He moved to a cabinet and brought out several cords of rope.
Batgirl wetted her lips. He was going to tie her up, again. Her heart started beating faster.
“Please….do you have to do that? I am already helpless.” she asked.
“No, I don’t.” he answered as he moved back towards her, laying the rope upon the table that he had been seated upon. “But, I want to!”, he finished with a chuckle. He bent down and took hold of the connector between her cuffed wrists and ankles.
“AAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!”, Batgirl groaned aloud as he lifted her up by her bound wrists and ankles, bowing her painfully. He swung her around and placed her on the table. He didn’t want to kneel besides her at this point, not with the way his right knee was bothering him.
“So, you are wondering about the costumes,” Roger said as he took some rope and looped it around her arms just above her elbows.
“Yes. Why?” she asked. Batgirl didn’t know for how much longer she would be able to question Cornby, and had learned very early in her crime-fighting career that any information, no matter how trivial it may seem at the time, could be important. She then moaned as he tightened the rope, bringing her arms together behind her back.
“Because I knew that your costumes wouldn’t last very long,” he chuckled in return.
“Ohhhmmmmmmm”, Batgirl moaned as she felt her elbows come together. He then wrapped the rope several more times above her elbows, the cord digging into her flesh. Her breathing started to get faster. She was getting excited again. She writhed slowly on the table, moving her hips about.
“And, I think a girl in costume is very sexy. Don’t you?”
“Ohhhh…..yesssss”, she moaned, now caught up into her bondage once again. She moved her head so that she was resting on her other cheek, facing away from her captor. The answer had slipped out so easily. She was embarrassed by her responses.
Roger undid the connection between her wrists and ankles, and moved her ankles to the edge of the table, taking a snap hook from under the tables edge and snapping it between her ankle cuffs. He slowly ran his hand up the back of her left thigh, bringing another soft moan from Batgirl’s lips. He smiled as he saw her shifting her hips, and knew that this was getting her hot. He slapped her left buttock and chuckled when she gave a startled squeal.
“Don’t!” stop, she thought to herself. She wondered just what he had in mind. Her lips were getting dry again from her excitement and she wet them again with the tip of her delicate tongue, slowly moving it from side to side over her lush full lips.
Roger removed the cuffs from her wrists, and wrapped rope around them, cinching the cord tightly.
“Personally, I prefer rope.” he said, “much more personal. More….artistic!”
Batgirl did not respond. She was afraid of her answers at this point. She, too, preferred ropes over cuffs and chains. Cuffs and straps were quick and simple, but also boring because of their lack of variety. Rope, she knew on the other hand, could be used in countless ways. She wished that he would gag her, to keep her from revealing to him her inner thoughts.
“Ohhhhhhh”, she then breathed as she felt his hand move under her stomach. He took the end of the doubled up rope and wrapped it around her trim waist, passing the ends through her arms above the rope at her wrists and then passing the rope again around her belly, finally tying it off at her wrists, locking her wrists to the small of her back.
Roger then moved to the foot of the table and undid her right ankle cuff. He gripped her ankle and moved it to the edge of the table and looped more rope around her boot, securing it to a eye bolt at the corner. Batgirl then felt him repeating the process with her left ankle, spreading her legs apart. Her breath was now deep, her eyes closed as she felt the rope through the soft leather of her boots. She moved her legs, testing to see if she could move them from within the boots. She couldn’t. He had made sure that the rope was tight enough over her ankles to prevent that. She moaned again, this time with a perverse satisfaction from her helplessness.
Roger moved to another cabinet and opened it. He reached inside and took out a head-harness ball gag, and a vibrator. He turned back towards Batgirl. He noticed that her eyes were closed. Her writhings were very slow and deliberate on the table. He moved to the head of the table.
Batgirl opened her eyes when she detected him standing at her head. She saw the harness gag, and her breath caught. It was beautiful, she thought. A red rubber ball, shiny in the light. The leather supple and black, held together with silvery chrome rings and studs. She moved her head so that she was facing forwards and looked up at Cornby. Her lips were so dry again. She licked her lips, then before she could stop herself, opened her mouth wide for the ball.
Roger smiled to himself at this small victory. He knew that much of the battle had been won before he had even kidnapped her, due to her lust for bondage. He slowly pushed the ball between her white teeth, which then slowly tightened about the ball. Batgirl closed her eyes, and another soft moan came from behind the gag. He then buckled the main strap behind her head. His fingers expertly then buckled the chin strap under Batgirl’s chin, then took the middle strap up over her head, to buckle behind her head. He then stepped back to look at his captive.
She was so beautiful, he thought. The black straps flowed geometrically up her cheek bones to the bridge of her upturned nose to between her eyes, which were once again closed. He watched her lips move along the surface of the ball, and her teeth as they bit into the ball. She opened her eyes and looked straight at him. She continued to work her jaws, chewing on the ball, her lips parted so that he could see her teeth. He shook his head. She was teasing him! She is really getting into this, he marveled.
And, Batgirl was. She closed her eyes again, and drifted back to the inner world of her mind as she explored her helplessness and bondage from within. Right now she did not feel any shame from her reactions, no embarrassment from her complacency towards her captivity. Her body no longer protested from the pain from the battle that they had just fought, but exalted at her desire finally coming true.
“MMMmmmmpppphhhhh”, she moaned as she felt Roger undoing the snaps at the crotch of her bodysuit. She lifted her ass slightly then slowly lowered her pelvis back down. She heard the vibrator come to life behind her.
“Mmmmppphhhh,” she moaned again as Roger moved the vibrator slowly along her pussy lips. Her breathing grew faster, and she writhed more before him as the vibrator moved down towards the table surface.
“MMMMMPPPPHHHHHH!” Roger pushed the vibrator forward between her and the table surface to nuzzle against her now engorged clitoris. She lifted her ass again to allow him better and easier access.
“Mmmmm….mmmmm….Mmmmph!” she grunted over the gag as she writhed her hips over the vibrator. Roger moved the device slowly back, then upwards.
“MMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Batgirl came violently as he pushed the head of the vibrator into her vagina. She shifted backwards, trying to impale herself even more on the vibrator as Roger slowly pushed it within her.
Roger was in awe of Batgirl’s reactions as she thrashed and spasmed on the table as one orgasm after another shook her body as he pushed the vibrator effortlessly into her wet pussy. He turned it up to it’s maximum setting once it was all the way inside of her, and Batgirl’s moans intensified. Her hips were moving up and down as she came again and again, her juices flowed from around the vibrator to stain the surface of the table.
He took another rope and looped it through her waist rope at her side, then moving it so that the loop was at her belly. He brought the ends up, wrapping it around the base of the vibrator, and finally securing the ends to her bound wrists at the small of her back.
Batgirl could not believe it. Her world was turning upside-down. Orgasms shook her again and again. The vibrator within her buzzed incessantly. Her captor had wrapped the ends of the rope around the vibrator that moved up between her legs so that it moved the rope constantly around and over her clitoris. Her breathing became sporadic. She was only able to catch her breath between orgasms, which were coming closer and closer together.
“MMMMpppphhhhhhh!!” she groaned as he felt her head being pulled back as Roger tied a cord at the back of her harness gag, and pulled it back to secure it to her bound elbows. The increasing intensity of her bondage caused her to orgasm savagely. Her jaws worked constantly, her teeth biting deeply into the ball with each orgasm. Her eyes were now open, but glazed. Batgirl only half saw the room about her, the racks, the chains, the pulleys.
“MMMMmmmmmmmm”, she was so helpless, yet so free now. She was free to truly appreciate her sexuality, her lust for bondage. Her captivity was her darkest fantasy come true. Captured by a man. Regardless of what Catwoman believed, she truly preferred men over women. Yes, she did enjoy lesbianistic sexual interludes, it truly wasn’t her. She wanted to be MASTERED! And, now she was being mastered by a handsome, strong, and so very knowledgeable man.
Roger watched Batgirl’s convulsions on the table with fascination. Her eyes were open, but he knew that she was in her own inner world right now. Her hands opened and closed behind her, her arms shifting as she used them to move the vibrator within her. Her hips rising and falling and shifting from side to side as she ground her clit with the rope between her legs. The stain grew on the table surface. He shook his head as he marveled at her, and sat himself at the edge of the table besides her. He started to run his hands along her quivering flanks, feeling the muscles twitch below the now sweat soaked body stocking.
Batgirl’s world exploded around her as she felt Roger’s hand upon her side, his fingers grazing the edge of her left breast, causing her to orgasm once again. It was finally too much for her. The beating of the battle, the constant orgasms, had taken too much energy from her, and her world went black again
Chapter Seven
Roger was in heaven. A painful heaven after the battle with Batgirl, but heaven nonetheless. He could not believe his fortune in the responses that Batgirl had towards bondage. Her breathing was slow now, as her consciousness left her to a quite repose. He moved around her, moving his hands slowly along her lithe lace clad body, wondering if she was dreaming in her unconscious state. He shook his head slightly in wonderment as he noticed Batgirl gently writhing under his touch. Even unconscious she was responding to him.
He limped over to the side of the room and collapsed onto a small stool to get the pressure off of his damaged knee. Taking a deep breath he looked around the room. He wondered how much time he had.
In answer to his silent question to himself a buzzer sounded.
“Damn!” he exclaimed as he stood up. He was already here. It didn’t take him long at all. Roger really wasn’t too surprised since he would make all haste himself where Batgirl was concerned.
He hobbled out of the room and to the main door, stopping first at a security monitor to look to see who was there.
In the dark alley stood two large men, dressed in purple, wearing white face paint with green hair. The Joker wasn’t to be seen, but Roger knew that he was nearby.
Roger slowly made his way towards the door. He thought of just ignoring them, but knew that there was no way that he could safely. He was already in dire straights now, he knew. The Joker was notorious for his betrayals. He wondered just who was crazier. The Joker, or himself for contacting him. The Joker wasn’t stupid, but Roger determined that he certainly was now.
He opened the door and the two henchmen pushed past him into the hallway, thier alert eyes taking in him and their surroundings quickly. One moved back to the door as the second moved between the door and Roger. The first made a quiet whistle. Roger’s breath caught as the Joker seeminly materialized at the door and cackled as he made his entrance.
“My..my…my…how people play when the cat’s away, huh Cornby?” he laughed, his pale eyes piercing into Roger’s. Cornby blinked and turned away from those mesmerizing eyes.
“Yes sir, Mr. Joker” he answered and turned to lead the trio up the hallway. The first henchman secured the door to the alley behind them.
“So, you captured the little Bat-Bitch all by yourself, huh?” Joker asked him as they made their way into the chamber. Joker chuckled, then gaffawed as he saw Batgirl bound helplessly on the table, his eyes taking in her unconsciousness, and the vibrator.
“Good work, Cornby…very good!” Joker said as he moved up to the side of Batgirl. Yes, he would finally have some fun with this little bitch he thought to himself.
“Number One, pay the man!” He shot over his shoulder as he ran his slender hands along the leather of the boot on Batgirl’s left leg. His evil smile widened as he heard a small pop behind him as the second henchman, standing behind Cornby, shot him at the base of his skull, severing his spinal cord and killing him instantly. Roger dropped instantly to the floor, his blood slowly pooling around his head.
“Well, let’s not wait around here, in case he called someone else. We don’t want anyone to crash this party, do we boys?”
“No Sir, Mr Joker!” the two answered in unison, and they began to search the room.
It didn’t take the trio long before they had inventoried the room, which included many restraints and the spare Batgirl costumes. The first henchman pulled out a bag from his thigh pocket and started to stuff the costumes into it, while the second started to bag up the restraints.
Batgirl started to stir awake, and The Joker noticed it immediately. He motioned his two henchmen to postitions out of the Dark Damsel’s line of sight, and moved back to stand near her left ankle that was bound to one corner of the table. His right hand moved up along her booted calf to the back of her knee and stifled a laugh as Batgirl started to slowly squirm on her belly before him.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmppppphhhhhh”, Batgirl moaned into her gag, her eyes slowly fluttering open. She looked into the chamber, and remembered where she was. She moaned again as she felt her captor’s hand on her leg, strong fingers stroking the back of her knee. She raised her ass slightly in response, moving the vibrator within her, and spasming as yet another orgasm shot through her bound body.
“Ummmmmppppphhhhhhhh”, Batgirl protested through her gag as she felt her captor taking hold of the rope that attached from her bound elbows and her facial harness and pulling her head back further. She tried to swallow, but found it extremely difficult because of her arched throat.
Her blood ran cold as she heard a very familiar laugh at her side. She tried to shake her head, but groaned in pain as The Joker pulled her head back further, her shoulders straining and her chest lifting off the table as the mad villain pulled back further.
“OOOOOOOooommmmmmppppphhhhhh!!!” The Joker released the rope and Barbara flopped back onto the table. She tried to move her head to look back, to look behind her. She shifted her shoulders as she moved her head. Her eyes saw a figure on the floor, and disappointment flowed through her as she saw the body of Roger Cornby on the floor, a small pool of blood haloing his tossled hair.
The Joker moved around the table to stand before Batgirl. She looked upwards and chills ran through her as fear took hold of her as the pasty faced villain grinned evilly down at her.
“Well, look like your all mine now, Bat-Bitch!” The Joker chuckled down at her.
‘Shit…shit…shit!’, Batgirl thought to herself. The Joker! She knew that she was in deep kimshi, and wondered what sort of evil and perverted plans The Joker had for her. Whatever it was it would be strange, and painful. She bit down on the ball in her mouth in frustration. It was one thing to be the bound toy of Cornby, a whole new story where The Joker was concerned. He was too unpredicatable, too crazy…too smart. The Batman couldn’t get a handle on the madman after all these years, and she knew that she stood little change in defeating him. All she could hope for is for The Joker to make a mistake through is madness and over-confidence, so that she could escape. However, all she could do is steel herself for the ordeal to come.
“Boys! It’s time to pack up our little bat for her journey!” The Joker laughed as he turned from her and moved towards another table, where there were a number of coils of ropes awaiting
Chapter Eight
The Joker tossed the coils of the rope to one of the henchmen. “Secure her well, Number One. She has a nice little journey ahead of her, and we don’t want her escaping before she sees what little suprise I have in store for her,” he chuckled and then turned towards the second henchman.
“Time to fetch the packing crate, Number Two!” and with that the two left the room to leave the first henchman and Batgirl alone. The Dark Damsel started to struggle on the table, but because of the strictness of her bondage they were useless, only serving to gyrate the buzzing vibrator within her. Batgirl felt the heat within her, the joy and excitement of her bondage, as well as the intoxicating thrill of peril that she craved. However, they were tempered with the fear that coursed through her body as she dreaded what was to come as a captive of The Joker and his madness.
Batgirl tried to kick her feet at the henchman as he untied her left ankle from the corner of the table. But, his strong hand easily captured it and pinned it against her right ankle. He took no chances and bound her ankles together before untying her right ankle from the opposite corner of the table. He then wrapped more loops of rope around the heroines shapely long legs, starting first below her knees, and then above them. All the time Batgirl writhed in protest as he manhandled her expertly, rolling her first one way, and then another on the table as he wrapped, looped, cinched and knotted the ropes about her legs, the final loops tightly biting into her muscular thighs. The henchman took a moment to run his large hands slowly up and down the straining thighs and calves of Batgirl.
“Ummmmmpphhhh….Mmmmmppphhhhh!!” she protested as he felt his touch as he explored her. The heat of lust continuing to build. She continued to struggle in protest, but it was now half-hearted.
The man then took hold of her ankles and bent them back against her bound thighs, taking another length of rope and looping it around her legs.
“Ooooommmmmmppppphhhhhhhh!” Batgirl groaned in ectasy as the henchman pulled and looped the rope tighter and tighter about her legs. He paused to run his hands up along her thighs that strained against the ropes that bite into her. She writhed helplessly and bit slowly again and again the rubber ball that filled her mouth. She closed her eyes and started to lose herself into the sensation of her bondage once again.
This was why she became a heroine. Well, certainly a major reason she thought as she felt the henchman attaching a rope to her bound ankles and looping the ends through the rope at her bound wrists that were attached to the small of her back. Her fascination and love of bondage, the thrill of the perils were certainly a definite plus in her book. She knew that if she went to a psychiatrist that her masochism would be alarming to say the least.
“UUUUUUMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Batgirl moaned as The Joker’s henchman slowly pulled on the rope, pulling her ankles and wrists together until they touched, bowing her athletic body on the table. Her teeth dug into the red rubber ball. The strictness of the bondage was equistite in her mind. Her lithe body was flexible, and she could easily handle this sort of bindings. But the ropes still bit, they still dug, they were still very (oh so fantastically!) tight!.
It seemed to the Maid of Night that the henchman was not just interested in securing her, he wanted to torture her with his ropes. He continued to bind her tighter and stricter. Ropes went up and around her shoulders, pulling them back and closer together before securing them to her bound elbows, thrusting her full breasts out further, arching her more severely. He then shortened the rope that attached her facial harness to her elbows, bowing her even more.
“ooooooooommmmmmmmpppphhhhhhhhhhhhhh” a low groan slowly escaped through Batgirl’s lips as her body was bent more and more. Her breathing sped up with her excitement, and she could feel her juices flowing now around the vibrator that continued it invading song within her.
“UUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” A orgasm ripped through her body, intensified by the fact that her body was bound in such a way that it flowed inwards because the orgasm couldn’t dissipate through moving limbs or body. She writhed slowly, her movements small. Just straining against the ropes. Tensing and relaxing her muscles again and again. Making the ropes bite deeper into her muscles again and again.
“mmmmmmmphhhhmmmm…..oommmmmmpppphhhhh….” her moans were constant as her bound body was now flipped over on the table. She looked upwards at the ceiling as she lay on her bound arms and legs, her belly arched upwards towards the greedy gaze of the henchman. He licked his lipstick covered lips and moved his hands to her arch, sculpted belly. His fingers slowly tracing the rope that wrapped around her trim waist, her quivering abdominal muscles as Batgirl squirmed helplessly under him.
Another orgasm ripped through Batgirl as she felt his hands roaming her body, his large hands now enveloping her jutting breasts to slowly massage them. Her eyes opened and closed dreamily as she moaned and chewed on her gag. She squirmed under his touch on the table, her juices now staining it’s top as they soaked through the crotch ropes from around the vibrator, slowly dripping onto her legs, then running down to the table top. The feel of her own orgasm along her flesh drove her to another orgasm
“UUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The room was losing its focus as the henchman continued to explore her exquisite body. Spasms shot again and again through her body as she convulsed on the table top.
The henchman lifted his hands from the bound heroine and turned towards the door as his partner rolled a large metal box into the room.
“Joker went to set up. We are to put the bitch in this and meet him at the site.” He said as he entered the room.
“Right! Batgirl is ready for transport,” Number One answered and turned back to look down at Batgirl. Number Two joined him.
“Damn! She is hot! She is really into this, isn’t she?” They looked down at the bound heroine who continued to spasm and moan before them. Her body bowed severely, the ropes tight and merciless. Indeed she was. Batgirl was in bondage heaven. She just wished that the two guys would stop talking about her and just fuck her! There was nothing that she could do to stop her rape, and indeed, right now she craved it.
“Too bad we can’t fuck her,” Number Two said as he moved slowly around the table, examining the lace clad body of Batgirl from every angle.
“Yeah. What a waste!” The first henchman agreed. “Well, we better get going,” he said and he flipped the bound heroine back over onto her stomach. The second henchman moved to the metal box and undid several latches, allowing three sides to swing down. The top of the box had several hooks. Batgirl was oblivious to this as she continued to drift through her internal world of bound orgasms.
The two men then lift her up by the ropes that run along her back at her elbows, wrists and ankles.
“UUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!” Batgirl groans as she feels the strain of her being suspended in her hogtie. She snaps open her eyes and sees that she is being swung towards the opening of the metal box. Now she knows why she was tied thusly, in such a tight package. So that she would fit within its confines. She struggles, or trys to, only able to make her body rock slightly in the grasp of the two henchmen.
They move her into the box beneath the top, and attach the ropes to the hooks of the lid. They then step back to look at her, suspended in her hogtie within the box.
“Damn”
“Wow”
The two men marvel at the beauty of the bound heroine, hanging helplessly before them.
They then move to the sides and lift them up and latch them shut.
“Any idea what the Joker plans to do with her?” the second henchman asks.
“No. You?”
“Nope. But, whatever it is, I am sure it’s going to be very interesting!” The two then laugh as they lift the front of the box and latch it shut, locking Batgirl in a world of darkness, her moans now filling the metal box and becoming an almost physical presence around her.
Chapter Nine
Batgirl moaned and groaned in the metal box as the henchmen roughly handled it from Corman’s hideout into the indescript panel van for transport. They grunted as they lifted the container and slide it into the back, one climbing with it to secure it in the back so that it’s shifting weight would not hinder their driving. Barbara felt ever bump and shifting as her bound body swayed against the sides as she dangled from the middle of the box in her extremely painful suspended hogtie.
She tried to concentrate on discovering a way to escape, but the buzzing vibrator inside her made concentration on such tasks neigh impossible. She closed her eyes and moaned in frustration as she chewed on her ball-gag, the soft ‘splopping’ of her drool falling to the floor of the box ringing against her ears. She came again in a violent shudder.
Batgirl heard the door to the panel truck slam shut, then the opening of shutting of the other doors as the henchmen got in. The ropes seemed to dig deeper into her flesh as the powerful motor came to life, sending vibrations through the trucks body, to her tiny prison, and thus to her.
“Unnngggmmmmmmmm”, she groaned again around her gag, and then came again as the truck shifted into gear and started forward, causing her to rock back against the wall of the box.
The box soon became uncomfortably hot, both from her body heat, and she suspected, from the box being placed over the exhaust system of the truck, the heat of which rose through the floor board and into the box. Soon, the ‘splopping’ of the drool dripping from her gag was joined by the dripping of her sweat striking the floor of the box, turning the box into a muggy hot sauna. Before too long the lace costume that she was dressed in was soaking wet, sticking tightly against her athletic body.
Barbara panted and snorted through her nose as she swung back and forth. The pain was no longer excruitiating, since much of her body had gone numb. It was totally black in her world but she knew that she was getting tunnel vision. There was now a slight ringing in her ears as the truck bounced along the streets, it’s suspension hard on her suspension. She knew that it was only a matter of time before she passed out from the combination of the pain, the heat, the humidity, and the lack of proper ventilation of the metal box.
She grunted ashe strained her fingers to find a knot, any knot, to tamper with. But, she could only moan with disappointment. She was bound too well, too tight. She was indeed helpless. Sighing, she allowed herself to slip into the peaceful slumber of unconsciouness.
Batgirl did not know how long she had been unconscious when she finally awoke. She was still in the dark, but this time it was different. No longer was she in the hot sweaty box. In fact, she didn’t feel the sweaty lace costume anymore. It felt as if she was in her old costume again, this time a whole and complete costume. She could feel the weight of her equipment belt across her hips, and the fit of her gloves and boots. She shifted her back and felt her sliding a bit along her cape that lay between her and the surface of the platform.
She then realized that she was still bound, though differently. She was now tied spread-eagle against a flat surface. She moved her mouth, now ungagged to work the muscles that had previously been held apart by the foul tasting ball-gag. She then slowly cocked her head from side to side, her mouth slightly open to help her hearing. She could discern breathing in the room, but could not determine how many, or where.
Batgirl concentrated again on her predicament. She had been removed from the box while unconscious. She then felt the mild itching on her left buttock where she lay on the flat surface and realized that she had been injected with some sort of drug. Probably to keep her under while Joker and/or his co-horts stripped her, redressed her, and then bound her the way that she was. The vibrator had been removed from inside her she noticed right off. She internalized her senses, and determined that she had not been raped while she was out and at the mercy of the Joker.
She wasn’t sure if she was glad….or disappointed.
Barbara looked up…and spotted a small glowing red light. She squinted her eyes at it to see what it was. She ran her tongue over her lips to moisten them as she realized that it was the indicator lamp of a video camera. She was being recorded. The room was still totally dark all around her, so unless it was an infra-red system, there was not much of her to see.
Batgirl then saw another red light turning on overhead…then another…and another…and yet another. Five cameras. She had no doubt that what was about to happen would be recorded, from differing angles, and most probably from differing resolutions.
Batgirl flexed her fingers, pressing the tips against the gloves seams. She silently cursed to herself. The costume feels like her own, but it was only a very well made copy. She wondered her equipment belt was the same, a copy. It didn’t matter reallat this point, since she could not reach it at any point the way that her wrists were tied above her and to the sides. She shifted her bound ankles and wrists. Not much play or slack, nor could she feel any knots with her fingers. She sighed….and waited.
She did not have to wake for long as a familiar crazy laugh soon filled the room. Suddenly the room was brightly illuminated, and Batgirl closed her eyes against the dazzling glare, turning her head to the side to avoid the brightness of a overhead lamp.
“Hiya Bat-Slut! hehehehehehehe!!”, the Joker cackled as he moved up to Batgirl, and looked down at her.
Batgirl was indeed bound spread-eagle, with cameras pointed at her from directly overhead, and from the sides. She was wearing a perfect replica of her purple costume. Joker smirked down at her giggling, knowing that even though she did wear her actual true equipment belt, it was totally useless to her.
“Joker, you bastard!”, she spit at him, furious that he had stripped her and redressed her. Humiliated by the thought of having such things done to her without any knowledge of it at all.
“Indeed, yes indeedy yes!”, Joker chortled as he leaned over to grin down at Batgirl, the lights shining against his pale skin. “I AM a bastard, Bat-Bitch!”
Barbara was bound against a metal table, with several seams, and articulating protrustions that so far where down out of the sight of her. Joker rubbed his hands with wicked glee as he moved around the table, checking to make sure that the ropes that bound Batgirl ran through the pulleys at the corners of the tables and secured to the winches.
“Ohh..ho..ho…hoooooo! You are going to LOVE this, Batsy!!”
Batgirl lifted her head, and looked along the table, and the way that she was tied.
“What the hell is this, Joker?!”, she snarled. In fact she was curious, not only for the sake of her well-being, but also because of her insatiable curiosity about bondage. She could tell from looking at her bound wrists and seeing the small pulleys at the corners that the table also served as a rack of some kind. She also saw the hairline seams along the metal, and knew that the table could articulate into different latitudes as well.
“This,” Joker laughed slapping the metal of the table beside her head, “is the end of you, Batgirl!”
Barbara looked around her, but could see nothing of immediate danger to her. No blades, no gas nozzles, no crushing devices. Indeed, nothing that she could see that reminded her of imminent danger and peril. She then looked slowly about the room, noting the cameras with thier red lights glowing to indicate that they are recording. Several small spotlights illuminated her and the table from diffent angles alongside the camera.
She continued to measure the room and it’s contents rapidly. The room approximately twenty feet wide by forty feet long with walls of twelve feet. The ceiling consisted of metal cross braces below standard drywall type material, with more lights in several fixtures to keep the room brightly lit. She craned her head about searching for the door. She raised an eyebrow under her cowl as she saw a large glass booth behind her, with the door to the room nearby. Batgirl then realized that she was in a recording studio, and the Joker’s henchmen were now at the controls of the cameras, lights, monitors, and she had no doubt, sound.
“What do you mean, Joker?” she asked him, a slight bit of curiosity blending in with her defiant angry voice. She stared at Joker, refusing to flinch as he stared back at her, meeting her eyes with his own crazed filled eyes. She knew that besides crazy, Joker was extremely intelligent. And that made her more than a little nervous.
“I realized that I have been going at it wrong all these years, Bat-Cheeks! Instead of trying to kill you, Batsey and the Boy Blunder, I should just have exposed you to the world!”, he snortled.
“NO!”, Batgirl gasped, as the true impact of the studio drives home, and a sick feeling developes in the pit of her stomach, as well as a twinge in her vagina. She blushed at that, and the Joker laughed, believing it was from her realizing her plight, and not from the fact that she found the concept of being unmasked publically extremely exciting sexually.
“Yes indeed. You will be more famous than ever, Batgirl! heheheheheheheh!”, the green hair madman laughed as he moved to look at the control booth, and then pointed at the ceiling over Batgirl’s head. She looked up to see a panel slide aside, and a large television monitor lower from the opening, stopping where she could easily see it. It was then turned on, and four test patterns came on, the huge screen split into four smaller screens. Each pattern was different and Barbara had no doubt that her unmasking would be going out on at least four different channels, most probably via several illegal satellite uplink taps.
“You wouldn’t DARE!”, she then hissed at the Joker as she began to pull vigorously at the ropes around her wrists and ankles. The only thing that happened was that the rope tightened it’s hold about her limbs.
“HEHEHEHEHEH!!”, Joker guffawed and danced around the table. “Hehehehe! Not I, Batgirl! It is YOU who will unmask yourself! Heheheheheheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”
“You are MAD!” Batgirl’s green eyes blazed angrily as she turned her head to watch the Joker giggle and prance madly around her. There was no way that she would voluntarily unmask herself before the watching world for the Joker. Indeed, if that was the case, why didn’t he just get some hostage and threaten the innocents death unless she remove her cowl, she wondered. Barbara often thought about that, and why no villains ever did the obvious. She wondered if that is one reason why she often wore such revealing and sexy outfits as she did, to distract the villains attention away from her cowl or mask, down to her body. At least, that was one of the reasons, she thought.
“Hehehehehe!! Thank you, Bat-Slut! That’s the nicest thing you have told me all day!! Hehehehehehe!!”, he chortled, leering over the writhing Batgirl who continued to pull ineffectually against her restraints.
“What do you mean?!”, the purple clad heroine asked, finally stopping her battle against her bindings, having noticed that several of the Joker’s henchmen were leering out at her to watch her struggle, her body straining sexily against her tight costume under the bright lights. She knew, and was not surprised by the reaction, having seen it many times among her captors, both male and female. Indeed, she had seen videos of her captured, bound and tormented, and knew she struggled very erotically. Still, this was not the time and place for her to think such thoughts.
She looked around the room, eyeing the cameras, monitors, the Joker, and his henchmen. She had no illusions about her being in one of the most dangerous moments of her career to date.
“I mean….well…hehehehehehehe!”, the Joker laughed as he moved to a small control panel at one side of the room. Batgirl noticed immediately that it was not in line with any camera’s view. Nor was the control room behind her. She knew this was because of Joker’s fear of The Batman, knowing that Batman would have to be SURE of something beyond a doubt for him to take direct action against that person. His code of honor would keep him from revenging what would happen to Batgirl unless the Joker made his actual presence known. “I guess I will just have to SHOW you what I mean Bat-Bitch, and let YOU figure it out! heheheheheheheheh!!.”
With that the Joker pressed a button on the console, and Barbara felt the table shifting underneath her. First, several panels opened beside her head, and a large panel in the table between her slide open as well. Next, she saw that the seams opened up a little wider on both sides of her arms as well as along her long legs, as the table began to turn into a rack, closer in form now as well as in function. The Joker cackled as he pressed another button and several thin metallic straps shot up from inside the now opened seams across her biceps, thighs, and calves. Another wider strap closed about her thin waist, as did another one that snapped over her neck, to pin her head back against the table.
“Ready boys??”, the Joker then shouted up at the glassed control booth. Batgirl tried to crane her head, but couldn’t with the strap now about her neck.
“Yes Joker”, she heard coming over some hidden speakers.
“Satellite hook up?”
“Locked in. We are ready to transmit when you are, Joker.”
“Ahhh…goodie goodie goodie!! What channels boys??”, the Joker asked as he clapped his hands with evil joy.
“Local cable feed to Gotham’s ABC affilliate. Satellite uplink to the CNN United States Satellite. We also got a good bounce and have the primary BBC-European satellite, as well. We also have tapped into the primary Turner satellite as well. They are totally under our control and the transmission cannot be jammed or blocked, except from here, Joker!”
“Excelllennnnntttttt!!!!”, the Joker bounced up and down with the news. “Hear that Bat-Slut?! You are going on world-wide LIVE television! heheheheheheheh!!”
“God….noooooo,” Barbara moaned as she saw the test patterns on the main four-by monitor flickering to reveal station identifiers. The other monitors besides the cameras came to life, to show on thier color screens what they were seeing.
“Lights! Camera!! ACTION!!”, the Joker then cried out as he jammed his finger down hard on the button that set the rack into motion. At that moment Batgirl saw the large monitor changing, the four smaller screens replacing the test patterns with images of her on the rack. One a full body shot from overhead, the second a full body 3/4 shot from the camera on the ceiling several feet from the foot of the table, the third display seemed to be changing from time to time, as an operator in the booth switched from camera to camera to camera, panning and zooming. The fourth and last was a close-up of her cowled face. She looked up into her own large green eyes.
Within seconds several things happened at once. The first being that from the openings next to her head, two articulating arms came out. Batgirl swung her eyes from one to the other, then opened her eyes wider in surprise as the arms shot out tiny little clamps that fastened to the edge of her cowling.
“Noooooo!”, she yelled as the arms beside her head shifted to take hold of the cowl, padded inner sections of the arms moving from the main arm pieces to press against her cheek bones below the cowling to pin her face in place so she could not rip the cowl from the little clamps in a side to side shaking of her head.
“Ughhhhhhhh”, Batgirl then moaned as the second thing happened, that of the rack shifting to spread her arms and legs wider, while the small motors under the table came to life, and slowly began to stretch her.
Her eyes flicked down between her breasts to see a strange device rising up between her legs from another opening. On the device where a number of protrusions, not the least of which was a rather large and fancy looking dildo. Batgirl grimaced as she noticed that also attached where several cutting and spreading tools as well. At least, she HOPED that is what the strange things were for. Her eyes snapped up to the monitor above her, and sure enough the device was shown from every angle and close up. She could examine it just as could those who were now watching this ‘program’.
Batgirl’s eyes widened as text flashed across the screen. “THE UNMASKING OF BATGIRL, GOTHAM CITY’S ANGEL OF THE DARK. STARRING….?????….TO BE REVEALED!!!
Chapter Ten
All across the United States, and indeed the world, local programming was suddenly interrupted with a strange test pattern consisting of a clown’s face. People stopped what they were doing and turned towards thier television sets as a hideous and disturbing laugh flowed from the sets. Just as thousands of viewers, if not millions started to reach for thier remotes to change the channel, the picture changed, this time showing the purple clad heroine, who many knew as Batgirl, bound spread eagle on a odd looking table with the words “THE UNMASKING OF BATGIRL, GOTHAM CITY’S ANGEL OF THE DARK. STARRING….?????….TO BE REVEALED!!!” scrolling across the screens. Many people could not read the words because they did not understand English. Many did not even recognize the heroine before them on thier television screens. All they knew is that this show was different. Most viewers, especially those in the United States, particularily those in Gotham City, immediately stopped what they were doing to watch the unfolding drama.
Within minutes, if not seconds, phones were ringing across the land, with the news of Batgirl’s capture and imminant unmasking. Some giving the newsith malicious glee, others with serious concern. It was those, primarily in the law enforcement community, raced to find out where the signals that were taking over the airwaves were coming from. They knew it would take time. Time that Batgirl did not have.
Batgirl looked in horror at her image in the monitors, knowing that it was being broadcast all around the world…LIVE!! She tugged frantically at the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles, that were slowly being spread wider and wider. Soon her struggles turned to a series of isometric exercises, as she could only tense and relax her muscles as she felt her body stretched to it’s limits.
“Aaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, she groaned from the strain, as well as her frustration on not being able to free herself. Her eyes flicked constantly to and from the large monitor above her. She strained to look between her breasts as she heard a whirring noise between her legs.
The Joker giggled as the device between her legs came to life. Batgirl’s body was now stretched to it’s maximum. Her limbs quivering like bow strings. She looked up at the monitor and gasped as she saw a series of tiny blades moving out from the device, the small saws buzzing faster and faster as it articulated down and forwards towards her crotch.
“Nooooooooooooooo!!!!”, she screamed, and her body arched on the table as she tried to pull herself away from the miniature blades that moved closer and closer to her crotch.
“I would hold still if I were you, Bat-Wench! Else those blades may cut away more than just your costume! hehehehehheehhehehh!!”, the Joker cackled madly.
“My…my…costume?!?” Batgirl looked back to the monitor and the close up, seeing that the blades were small, of the size and type of seam cutters. She shuddered and tried to relax her body, hoping that all that her captors wished to cut was just the cloth over her pussy. Her breasts heaved up and down as she stared at the monitors watching the slow and careful advance of the articulating device, her eyes wide and unblinking so that small tears formed to run down along her cheeks inside her cowl.
“Ohhh…nooooooo,” she moaned and clenched her eyes closed tight as the tiny blades tore into her crotch. She froze her body immobile and sucked in a deep breath as the tiny saw buzzed against her, tearing the crotch of her costume apart and baring her pussy.
“Ugghhhhhhhhhh”, she groaned through clenched teeth as she felt an orgasm surging through her, the muscles on the insides of her thighs quivering as she struggled to keep the orgasm from ripping through her, that could drive her vulnerable pussy against the tiny spinning saw. Just when she thought she could no longer contain herself, the arm shifted back from her, and the high pitched buzzing stopped.
“OOOOoohhhhhhhhhhhhh”, she gasped, and the orgasm was finally allowed release, flowing powerfully though her taut body as she physically and mentally relaxed and took a deep breath.
“Now…for the REALLY FUN part, Bat-Babe!! See that dildo between your legs?”, the Joker asked as he played with the controls before him. Batgirl, biting her lip, looked up at the monitor as one of the screens changed to show the spectacular vibrator, complete with knobs and an articulating head. She felt a twinge within her loins, and felt herself lubricating more in eager anticipation for her penetration.
“It is linked to that device that grips hold of your cowl. hehehehehe!! Like I said, it would be YOU who unmasked yourself!”
“Wha…what do you mean?!?”, she stuttered as her eyes flicked to the monitor that showed her face close up, examining the tiny grippers that held the bottom edge of her cowl, attached to small arms that would obviously peel the cowl up and off her face.
“The more you cum, Bat-Slut…the further your mask goes! hehehehehehehehe!!”, the Joker giggled as he pressed the button that activated the dildo, and the arm lifted up, then tilted so the tip pointed towards the tear at Batgirl’s crotch.
“No! No!!! You can’t do this to me, dammit!!!”, she yelled at a camera overhead, her screaming vision streaming out to beam around the world into countless thousands of television sets.
“Aaaahhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm”, she then moaned, her eyes rolling in her head as the vibrating dildo first touched her bared pussy and another orgasm ripped though her body, the bondage and danger of being unmasked taking hold of her and refusing to let her go. Such was always her darkest nightmare, one that she would wake up wet and gasping, in a cold-sweat, her blankets soaking with her juices as she came at the moment she pictured herself in her minds eye having her mask finally torn away to reveal Barbara Gordon.
“Uuuugggghhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she groaned again as her toes curled in her boots as the vibrator started to enter into her. Batgirl started to take deep breaths. She HAD to clear her mind, to concentrate her senses away from the….
“Ahhhhaaa ahhhhhhhh hhaaaahhhhhhhh,” she gasped as the vibrator suddenly thrust the rest of the way into her. Her pussy muscles spasmed as another orgasm struck through her. A sensor within the vibrator sensed her orgasm, and the tiny clamps that held her cowl moved the edge of Batgirl’s cowl away from her face, but not moving it upwards…yet.
“NNNNNnnnggggggggggggg”, Batgirl groaned as she dug her fingertips into her palms in a desperate search to distract her body from the huge dildo inside her. Her eyes snapped to the monitors again, being drawn to the view showed by the camera facing her from between her legs with perverse curiosity.
The Joker chuckled again and pressed another button and turned the vibrator up to full power.
“AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”, Batgirl screamed with pleasure as the slowly buzzing vibrator suddenly started to buck inside her. Another massive orgasm shot through her, her inner juices oozing from around the base of the vibrator to drip to the tables surface under her. A shudder went through her body and her eyes shot back to the monitor to see the edge of her cowl pulled up a bit.
“Plleee…pleaa…please! Joker! No…I beg of you!,” Batgirl gasped as she writhed against the table top, watching herself reflected from the multi-screen display. Her secret dream, her worst nightmare was becoming a reality. She knew that there was nothing she could do except to watch herself unmasked in a television screen as would, perhaps millions, of others around the world.
As a response, the Joker flipped a switch at the control panel, turning on the articulating head of the dildo that buzzed away in the helpless heroine spread obsenely before him. He laughed with glee as he watched Batgirl arch her back as the head started to pulse in and out and around inside her, driving her to cum again. His eyes moved to the facial close up to see more of the Dark Damsels face being revealed.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Batgirl moaned in anger, frustration, and ectasy as she felt her cowl moving up her face, centimeter by centimeter. She wanted to rip her head to the side so that the tiny clamps would be torn from the cowl’s edges, but the strap about her neck held her head tight to the table. Her vision was now partially obscured since her eyeholes where no longer centered over her eyes.
“UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”, she then groaned as another sensation joined the others inside her highly sensitive vagina as the large knobs began to pulsate in and out against the walls of her pussy after the Joker pressed another button before him on the control panel. The resulting orgasm was intensly powerful, and Batgirl felt the cowl being pulled further.
“Noooooo,” she moaned, her vision now totally obscured by the lower edge of the cowl over her eyes. She knew that one more, at the most two, orgasm would pull the edges up over her eyes, and reveal her face to all. She bit down hard on her lower lip and tried to calm her pounding heart. She wanted to howl with frustration, but instead used her emotions to try to steel herself against futher stimulation.
It was moments like this that time stood still for Batgirl, and this was no exception. Bound helplessly always seemed to turn time upside-down for her. She didn’t know if a second had past, or a hour. Time was only measured by the excited beating of her heart, the number of breaths that she took, and the number of orgasms that shook her time and time again. Batgirl tried to draw further into her mind, away from the body that lay stretched on a table under a multitude of unblinking cameras. She licked her lips, and tasted the sweet coppery taste of blood, realizing that she had bit her lip open trying to distract herself. She tried to remember why she was a heroine. To right wrongs? To bring about justice? For the thrill of the danger and potential for discovery??
She wanted to blink her eyes, feeling tears now flowing from her eyes, but the cowl acted as a blindfold at that point, the fabric pressing her eyelids againt her eyes to prevent her from such a inconsequential action. She felt a lump in her throat, and felt a wave of nausea sweep through her. Panic was setting in, and the sensation terrified her as much as the threat of her unmasking. She did not want to be revealed as a screaming blubbering scared girl.
Batgirl tried to take deep breaths to calm down, she needed to think of something else other than her panic. At that point, she felt the buzzing throbbing dildo inside her and groaned as another spasm passed through her.
“Noooooooooooooo”, she moaned as the cowl slipped up even further on her face.
The Joker stopped laughing, and all eyes in the room moved to a monitor that showed a close up of Batgirl’s face. They all knew that one more orgasm would do the trick, and that Batgirl’s secret identity would finally be revealed. The Joker’s crazed grin grew wider as he knew, just knew with absolute certainty, that this time he would win! He was one step closer to his ultimate goal of defeating and unmasking his ultimate foe, Batman! With Batgirl revealed, he would use that knowledge of who she is to better guarentee the sucess of his own goals.
The Joker’s henchmen were totally engrossed in the drama that was ending in the studio before them. Each one sexually excited and breathing heavily with unabashed lust as they watched the purple clad heroine writhing beneath them. They looked at her helpless body as she moved exotically on the table, spread, vulnerable, and violated by the Joker’s device that would soon actuate the removal of Batgirl’s cowl.
All across Gotham City, the United States, and the world people sat on the edges of thier seats. Every set of eyes that had access to the broadcast were glued on the screens before them. A number watched in horror, more in shock, many in amazement, and yet many more with a strange fascination and excitement at what they knew was a turning point a history, as well as the ending of a heroines career for all intents and purposes. They knew that it was only a matter of time, perhaps only minutes when the final spasm would rock through Batgirl and her cowl would be pulled from her face, and one of the great mysteries would be solved.
Batgirl took quaking breaths as her body quivered from the tension of her bondage. She knew that her life was about to change dramatically very very soon. The vibrator, combined with the strict bondage and the imminent danger of her being unmasked was proving to be too much for her. Small gasps started to escape her lips as she continued to fight internally against her own body. It was a battle that she knew she was destined to lose.
Time stopped for Batgirl and the millions of watchers as a scream ripped from her throat, her pussy clamping hard around the dancing dildo inside her, cum seeming to explode from her pussy around the articulating arm that moved the vibrator in and out of her, and the purple cowl along with the red wig was pulled the rest of the way from her face.
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
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