Batgirls Fantasy from
HER point of view
by
Barnabus
Written:
11/29/04
Revised:
xx/xx/xx
(Batgirl, M/F, fantasy,
non-consensual sex.)
SUBJECT:
Batgirl has a fantasy. How
can a complete stranger be able to fulfill it?
WARNING:
This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.
Batgirl is copyrighted, trademarked, and owned by DC Comics. I am
borrowing her for my own
pleasure. The man, Michael,
belongs to me.
This is a work of fan-fiction. This story is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, and no commercial profit is expected to be made from it. It may be copied for personal use or for posting on other sites, provided they are free sites . . . it may NOT be posted on any site that requires a "membership fee" of any kind. This includes adult verification sites. This story may NOT be posted to any site requiring an AVS where money is involved. (If you do copy this story to another web page, please give me the courtesy of an e-mail, so I can see where my work is going. Who knows? Maybe youll introduce me to a new favorite website!)
Like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story (unless there
is a sequel) the characters are magically returned to their original condition,
undamaged, unharmed, and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events
that have taken place. .
. It is as if the story had never happened, because, after
all, it never really did.
The story is set in modern times.
The idea came to mind and percolated for a couple of
weeks. Then it wrote
itself in about seven hours, and after minimal reworking stands as
originally written. The other
half of the story (Batgirls fantasy from his
point of view) also solidified before writing
began. Both tell the same
story but from different perspectives.
For maximum enjoyment, this story (her point of view)
should be read before reading his point of
view.
Special thanks are offered to Robert James Waller and his book, The
Bridges of Madison County.
After reading this book, I modified the flavor of
Batgirls sex-scene, incorporating new elements into the
interplay.
Batgirl normally uses birth control and the man is aware of this fact
(although how he knows is not mentioned in this
story). In 'real life
every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly
when participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes to avoid unwanted
conception and the spread of disease.
I appreciate your comments, both positive
and
negative.
Feedback is welcome and accepted at
barnabus329@hotmail.com.
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Chapter 1 Batgirls
dreams
His hands passed over her face, caressing her
cheeks. Holding her face
gently between his hands, he kissed her lovingly on the
lips.
Batgirl tried to lift her hands to push him away, but she couldnt
move her arms. She tried
to tell him to stop, but the words wouldnt come as he slid his hands
over her chest to caress her breasts through her
costume. If she had been thinking clearly, she would have
wondered why she could feel his every touch through the body armor she normally
wore. But suddenly, her armor
was gone and his palms were sliding against her bare breasts, pressing them
gently together. Her breath
was coming in rapid
gasps.
Batgirl didnt know if she wanted to grab his hand and do a wrist
twist, possibly breaking his arm, or if she wanted to press his hands to
her nipples, or if she wanted to reach out to grab his manhood and pull him
to her. But it didnt
matter what she wanted, her arms still would not answer her
instructions. She simply
couldnt move. She felt
light headed as her quick breathing didnt seem to be providing her
with enough air.
Her costume, except for her cowl, was gone, and one of his hands slid
down her stomach to palpitate her mound, then to spread her as he moved over
her and her legs separated .
. . . .
And with a gasp, Barbara Gordon awoke with a start sitting bolt upright
in her bed, gasping for breaths, her heart pounding within her
chest! This had been the fourth
dream she had had tonight about this man, and the intensity of this dream
had totally turned her on! She
had been absolutely unable to control or filter her emotions during her
dream.
Much of her life involved her defeating men,
so the fantasy of being completely helpless in the hands of a man had always
appealed to her.
The dream had been almost
perfect!
Sweat still poured from her body as she sat in her bed, afraid to
turn on the light. She found
she could move her arms and lifted her legs over the edge of the bed as her
breathing began to slow and her pulse rate began to return to
normal. She rose and moved
to the bathroom, still feeling weak from the paralysis she had
felt in the dream. Soaking a
washcloth, she rinsed the sweat from her face as she leaned against the
sink. Draping the washcloth
over the sink, she put the lid down on the toilet and her legs seemed to
collapse beneath her as she sat on the lid, staring at the
wall.
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Chapter 2 Batgirls
fantasy
It
had started as a fantasy! And it was a very pleasant
fantasy. As Barbara Gordon, she had attended a mayoral party at
city hall, the guest of her father, the police
commissioner. Typical of politics, this had been a catch all
affair, including guests from several foreign missions, local dignitaries,
a few private citizens who had done something to merit recognition by the
mayor, and even a group of out-of-town students who were in Gotham to see
an art exhibit at the museum and had somehow finagled an invitation to the
reception.
At
the party, Barbara had been thinking about a cataloging problem at the library
when she saw him across the room.
He wasnt handsome, not in a worldly
fashion. Nor was he
homely. He was a little too
old to be a college student, he might even be older than Barbara herself;
there was a worldly maturity about him that made him an extremely attractive
man. He was of medium height,
brown hair with possibly a sprinkling of pepper in it, and blue
eyes that hit her where she
lived! Just the sight
of him made her juices flow!
Barbara stared at him across the room, the library problem still in
her mind but mentally on pause.
Suddenly he frowned and started looking around, his blue eyes scanning
the faces in the room. Just
as his eyes were about to meet hers, Barbara changed her gaze to a painting
near him so she could be looking at the painting, but still see him with
her peripheral vision. But even
so, she was aware of his eyes alighted on her and moved past
her. Then they returned to hers
and stayed.
Barbara continued studying the painting, but felt a flush spreading
over her face, and immediately turned
away. When she looked back a moment later, he was moving
to the punch table to refresh his glass.
Barbara watched him as he moved away from her and wondered if his
ass was as compact and sexy as it looked under his
jacket. Mentally, Barbaras
thoughts returned to her library problem, but beneath the surface of her
thoughts, she was wondering how he would look without clothes and in her
bed. She imagined that he
wouldnt be circumcised, but would be muscular and well fit . . . and
appropriate partner for her . . . and that he wouldnt be so over-endowed
so as to make sex uncomfortable for her.
Barbara looked around the room again and glanced toward the punch
bowl. He had moved to
a beautiful woman dressed in a sleek evening gown and Barbara watched them
talk and laugh together. But
he had positioned himself on the other side of the woman, so he could glance
at Barbara over the womans shoulder.
Its just as well, Barbara thought, assuming that he and the
woman were an item. I
dont really have time for boyfriends or
lovers. And even if I had some
time Id always be afraid the . . .
She felt the beeper vibrating that she wore hidden inside her waistband
against her skin, and slipped it from its hiding
place. It was the bat-signal
summoning her, so she swiftly moved to an exit door.
And across the room, a pair of blue eyes followed her
retreat.
Barbara had never even spoken to
him. But later on that night,
as she was climbing into bed, she wondered what it would be like to make
love with him.
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To
her surprise, she saw him the next day at the
library. He came directly to
the desk and asked her about the availability of out of town phone
books.
Without explanation, being this close to this
man lifted Barbaras sexual tension as she pointed out the shelves where
the directories were kept. She
watched him select several directories, and take them to a table for perusal.
Barbara found herself mentally reviewing her
sexual experiences, starting with the time in college when she had given
her virginity to her boyfriend thinking they were madly in
love! He had been a proficient
and skilled lover, but a total jerk in every way outside of the
bedroom. She had slept with
two other boys before she graduated.
Her third and final college lover had not been a satisfactory experience
at all and she had quickly terminated
it.
Shortly after she had graduated and become
a librarian at the Gotham Public
Library. By then, her career
as Batgirl had been initiated.
Although she had tried to date initially, she found her relationships
too stressful, since she never knew when she would be called into service
as Batgirl, and it seemed that the calls came at the most inconvenient
times. As a result, her love
life over the past several years had been an occasional one-night-stand or
being raped in the persona of her alter
ego.
Wistfully, she found herself longing for a
normal schedule, with a normal life and a normal boyfriend and a terrific
love life.
Barbara watched as he returned the phone books
to the proper shelf and left.
Again, she wondered how he would
be in bed. Absently, she went
to the shelves of out-of-state telephone books and straightened them out
as she indulged herself in a fantasy where she was naked on her back in her
own bedroom and his hands were caressing her, stimulating her, exciting
her. She closed her eyes
and rolled her head as she envisioned his hands running down her stomach
and touching her.
Taking a deep breath she pulled herself back
to reality. Her duties as Batgirl would preclude any dalliance
such as that. This was
foolishness. Taking a week,
or even a day for simple indulgence in hot, sweaty, erotic sex just
wouldnt fit into her time table, much as she might enjoy
it.
That night she slept normally, without dreaming,
awaking more refreshed that she had in a long
time. But the next night, she
dreamed about this stranger. It
seemed she dreamt about him several times that night, always awaking in a
sweat. In her first dream, he
attacked her (as Batgirl) from behind with a chloroform
rag. She despised being chloroformed
and this dream had her so upset that she had trouble getting back to
sleep. But eventually, fatigue
overtook her and she drifted off once more.
In
a second dream, she dreamt he met her in an alley, they had talked, and he
had led her up to his room where they made
love. That dream was pleasant,
but she felt disappointed when she woke up, because neither Barbara nor Batgirl
would allow herself to be picked up.
This was simply behavior that Batgirl would not
do. It seemed totally
unrealistic and the waste of a perfectly good dream.
The next dream, she met him and they battled, and he overcame her
and raped her. This made her
uncomfortable because she had been raped by villains before and, by definition,
forced, violent rape could never be a satisfactory
experience.
Then she had had the final dream where she was totally helpless beneath
his hands. She was sorry that
this dream had ended! In
many respects, it had been so perfect that she truly regretted its
termination!
Why was she dreaming about him so
much? Why was she so obsessed
with this man that she had dreamed of him four times in one
night? And she vividly remembered each dream! To be sure, he
had been attractive, and she would enjoy contemplating having sex with this
man. And this last dream seemed
to have been Barbaras ultimate fantasy: almost as if it was
the fulfillment of every erotic daydream she had ever
had!
As Barbara returned to her bed she noticed the skyline becoming brighter in the East, indicating that morning was eminent. Sliding under the sheets, her hand idly fondled herself through her pajamas and slowly. It wasnt a conscious choice, but rather a prelude to sleep. She was still quite wet from her dream. Pleasantly, she brought herself to a quiet, but satisfying climax before drifting off to sleep again.
Chapter 3 Batgirl is
captured.
The following Friday evening, Barbaras Bat-signal vibrated,
calling her to duty. Moving
into the secret room of her apartment, she quickly donned her costume and
took the elevator to the hidden garage where she mounted her famous bat-cycle
and dashed off to her assignment.
But it turned out the call was a false
alarm. She returned home around
10:00 PM, wheeling her bat-cycle the last few yards in the obscure, shadow-filled
alley. Suddenly, her bat-sense
warned her that something was amiss and she was not alone in the
alley. Instantly alert, she
put the cycle on its kickstand and looked
around. Fortunately, she had
not yet opened the secret door revealing the garage for her
cycle.
Within moments, she had recognized the shape of a darkly clad man
hidden deep in the shadows of the
alley. But before she could say or do anything, she heard a
Pffffft! and felt a pinprick on her chin, probably the only area
of exposed flesh not protected by the body armor she
wore. Her hand flashed to her
chin finding a small dart that she pulled out and stared
at. Recognizing it immediately
as a tranquillizer dart, she threw it away and moved toward the figure in
the shadows. She felt the weakness
in her muscles as she moved in on him and once again heard the same
Pffffft! Again,
she felt the pricking sensation, this time on her
cheek. Grudgingly, she had to
admire his accuracy and skill at twice hitting her only vulnerable
spots. She actually reached
him and her hands were grasping at the lapels of his jacket when her knees
gave out and she sank to the ground, darkness closing in around
her.
Chapter 4 Batgirl lives her
fantasy!
Slowly, consciousness returned to her. She was lying in her back,
apparently on a bed. Slowly
the ceiling came into focus. It
was a non-descript tile surface, no different than the false ceiling in thousands
of rooms of hundreds of buildings.
There were occasional blemish or a water-stain in some of the tiles,
but nothing of note.
Taking inventory, she felt that her cowl was still in place, as was
the rest of her costume except her boots and her
gloves. Overhead, there was
an IV bottle with a tube on her left.
Her eyes followed the plastic tube and she had to lift her head, which
required enormous effort on her part, to observe that the tube was indeed
attached to an intravenous needle in her left hand.
Batgirl struggled to sit up and, with great effort, reached with her
other hand to try to pull out the IV from her
hand. Unable to move very
fast, she was only part way up when a hand settled on her shoulder and another
hand gently but firmly grasped her wrist, preventing her from reaching the
needle. She was gently pressed
back onto the bed and her hand was returned to her
side. Although her mind was
clearing of the knockout injections of the tranquillizer darts, the rest
of her body was slow to respond and had no
strength.
Looking up, she recognized Blue Eyes, the man of
her fantasies, the one she had seen across the room at the mayors party
almost a week before. Batgirl
tried to verbally confront him, but her voice muscles werent
working. He continued to hold
her down as he adjusted the flow rate on the IV.
Who are . . . y. . . . were the only words she could get
out.
After the briefest of hesitations, he smiled at her and said,
Im the man of your dreams.
Wh . . . wh . . . why . . . she struggled to
verbalize. And her vocal cords
were shut off.
Again, he smiled at her.
Because I want you!
Batgirl didnt know where she was or why she had been brought
here, but she began to struggle to get away . . . or at least she
tried! She could barely move,
and try as she might, she felt weaker than a newborn
babe. She struggled to grab his hand and try to twist his arm,
but there just wasnt enough strength in her grip to mount any kind
of defense. Even as she struggled,
what little strength she had faded away and she realized that the drug she
was receiving was a muscle relaxant that was permitting her mind to return
to total consciousness but depriving her of the use of her arms and
legs. She became aware of pulling
of the tape holding the IV needle in her left hand, so it seemed that she
was regaining her sense of touch, even though she had no
movement.
Satisfied that she was completely paralyzed, the man moved to sit
on the bed beside her. From
habit, Batgirl watched him carefully, she could still move her eyes and focus
somewhat, and noted that he was wearing the typical thief uniform: black
pants and a black pullover turtleneck, with a black jacket of some
sort. There was very little
she could use to identify him.
But his eyes! His blue
eyes were so deep she could drown in
them! And his eyes were so fixed on hers she could almost feel
shy! It almost seemed that he
could look into her soul and know everything she was
thinking!
He
leaned over her to kiss her cheek and she tried to pull her face away from
him but her neck muscles didnt
respond.
I wont hurt you! he whispered into her
ear.
Batgirl had a few choice invectives to in reply, but the muscles of
her throat were not under her control and all she could get out was a few
grunts.
Im sorry, but your voice muscles are also
paralyzed. You wont be
able to speak to me. But I know
what youre thinking, so I wont do anything you really dont
want me to. He responded.
Like hell you know what Im thinking, you bastard!
Batgirl tried to respond, but only a few gasps, gurgles and grunts came
out.
He
smiled at her attempts to scream at him, and then his hands passed over her
face, caressing her cheeks. Holding her face gently between his hands, he kissed her
lovingly on the lips.
As
much as Batgirl, or any girl, for that matter, might enjoy being kissed,
there is no woman in the world who wants to be kissed without her consent
and participation.
Batgirl tried to lift her hands and push him away, but she couldnt
move her arms. She tried to
tell him to stop, but the words wouldnt come out as he slid his hands
over her chest to caress her breasts through her
costume.
Of
course, her costume comprised her body armor, she couldnt actually
feel his touch, but her eyes followed his hands as they lovingly stroked
the mounds on her chest and she couldnt help but become
aroused. His hand continued
down her body and since she couldnt raise her head, she lost sight
of it.
Would you like me to put a pillow under your head so you can
see more? he asked.
In
her mind, Batgirl tried to scream yes and no at the
same time. She had been groped
and raped in the past and, even though she had been brought to orgasm more
than once, the idea of anyone raping her was repulsive to her.
Still, somehow, he had tapped into her favorite fantasy: being paralyzed
by a handsome man and unable to move, then being lovingly caressed and taken
by a gentle and considerate lover.
Without further words, he produced a pillow and gently lifted her
head to place the pillow.
Is that comfortable for you? he asked?
It
wasnt completely comfortable and caused a crick in Batgirls neck,
but of course she still couldnt
speak. He fluffed the pillow
a bit and adjusted it.
There, I think thats better! he whispered to
her. And she realized that it
was. He had raised her head
just enough so that she could see the length of her body, and she watched,
fascinated, as his hands again passed over the mounds of her breasts and
slid down to trace the outline of the area where her legs
met. Even though she could feel
nothing through the body armor, the view of his hands passing over her body
caused her breathing to quicken and she realized she was actually getting
damp.
Very nice! he
commented.
His hands went to the buckle of her utility belt and he examined the
buckle carefully for a moment before he found and pressed the button disarming
the fail-safe booby trap that was designed specifically to prevent anyone
else from removing her utility belt. Studying the belt fastener, he located the hidden door
in the buckle opening it and Batgirl watched nervously as he pressed two
signal buttons: the first indicating that she was going off duty, and the
second indicating that she would not be available for calls until further
notice.
Batgirl realized that this last signal that was being transmitted
from her belt would probably raise a few eyebrows on the other
end. Seldom was Batgirl
unavailable. But she realized
that they would figure that even Batgirl is entitled to some undisturbed
time on occasion. And she imagined
the speculation that might be going on about what she was doing and with
whom now that she was unavailable for calls.
Batgirl watched as he continued to study the signaling mechanisms
of her utility belt and she realized that he was trying to determine if
its homing device had been
activated. Once he had satisfied
himself that no distress signal was being transmitted, he set the belt aside
without further examination.
He
knew exactly what to look for on the belt and how to control its signaling
mechanisms. How was it possible
that he . . . or anyone other than Alfred, who had installed the devices
. . . would know about them and how to disarm
them? What other secrets did
he know about her?
She watched as he removed his gloves and realized that her utility
belt was the only item of her costume with a surface that would hold
fingerprints. And now that the
belt was gone, there was no need to wear gloves.
His hands again returned to caress her face, and this simple action
somehow made her feel valued and treasured, even though she was paralyzed
and totally at his mercy. Then
his hands dropped to her shoulders to release her
cape. Rolling her partially
away from him, he immediately found the top of the hidden zipper, which he
slowly, sensuously, pulled down the length of her
back. Still unable to move,
Batgirl recognized that he knew exactly where to find the
zipper. He must have carefully
examined her costume while she was still
unconscious.
Separating the opening, his bare hands ran over the flawless skin
of her back before he tenderly slid the costume over her shoulders and down
her arms. Allowing her to return
to her back, he easily coaxed the bodice over and off of her right
hand. The left hand required
a little more work in that he had to momentarily disconnect the IV before
removing the costume, and then reconnect the IV again
afterwards.
This had been Batgirls fantasy, but she hadnt imagined
how erotic the experience would actually be as she lay helpless beneath the
hands of a handsome, blue-eyed stranger as the top of her costume lay bunched
over her waist.
Fascinated, Batgirl watched as his hands returned toward the mounds
on her chest that were still covered with the simple white cotton bra she
was wearing. Batgirl knew her
nipples were clearly outlined through her bra and it excited her that he
could see her so clearly. His
hands hovered over her breasts, not touching them, but absolutely able to
do so at any time.
Batgirls breath rose in expectation
as she awaited his caress. But it didnt
come! She tried to arch her
back upward, but the paralysis kept her
motionless. She wanted to take
his hands and pull them to her, but again, her extremities wouldnt
move. He had removed the top of her costume, the next thing
he would do would be take possession of her breasts, that was what he always
did in every fantasy. But all
she could feel was the heat radiating from his hands through the cotton
fabric. The eager suspense
was causing her panties, still ensconced in the bottom of her costume to
drip with expectation. Just
as she was about to swoon with desire, his hand lowered and her breast flattened
slightly under the weight of his hand, sending both relief and repulsion
throughout her. This time, she
could most definitely feel his touch, and even though paralyzed, she her
breathing increased. Her panties
were soaked, a fact her waterproof costume hid for the moment, but he would
soon discover how wet she was becoming.
Batgirl didnt care.
His fingers found and rolled her nipples through her bra and she and
she began whimpering at the stimulation.
Just as she felt she could take no more stimuli, he allowed his hands
to slide down her body, sending shivers throughout her entire
being.
Once again, he quickly found the fastenings holding the rest of her
skin-tight costume in place and released
them. He placed his hands against
her skin and using the heels of his hands, slid the costume down her long
shapely legs. She received triple
stimulation from this simple process: first from the touch of his hands on
her skin, second by the feeling of having her costume removed by a stranger,
and third from the realization that this was a living, breathing, thrilling
replay of her favorite fantasy. He
seemed to know her every thought, her every desire, her every
yearning. She didnt know
how he knew exactly what buttons to push, but he was finding every single
one of them! If she could, she
would have raised her feet to help him peel her costume off of her, but the
paralysis left her totally at his mercy.
Having disposed of the costume, he returned to her side and lovingly
slid his hands over her breasts once more before he slid his hands beneath
the small of her back to release her
brassiere.
Peeling off the bra, he drew it down and off her right arm, then down
her left arm. Again, he had
to disconnect the IV to completely remove the
bra. Sitting back and surveying
the exquisite form before him, he let his fingers trace her breast and outline
her very erect nipple.
Youre beautiful! he
exclaimed. Cupping her bare
breast in his palm, he reiterated.
You are truly beautiful!
Lost in the sensation of his touch and immersed in his adoration,
Batgirl was barely aware that he had not reconnected the IV
tubing.
Moving downward on the bed, he captured the waist band on her matching
cotton panties and drew her panties down and off of her, pausing to kiss
her mons venires before completing the removal of her
underwear. He didnt comment
on the fact that her panties were dripping wet or that she was releasing
a heady, musky odor into in the air.
There was a pause before he returned to the side of the bed
again. Panting lustfully, Batgirl
glanced at the man beside her and felt a pang of both fear and excitement
pass through her as she saw him pull the shirt over his head, then drop his
trousers to the floor. She started
at him and he sensed her disappointment.
The man in her fantasy had always been
uncircumcised. But the blunt
instrument facing her and causing her such blissful torment sported a beautiful,
almost purple, rounded head!
Batgirl experienced a moment of disorientation before she accepted
what her eyes showed her.
Paralyzed emotionally as well as physically, she averted her eyes
from him.
She still feet she should
be resisting these advances. But
Batgirl was so turned on by everything that was happening her that she doubted
she would be able to resist him even if she werent
paralyzed. She felt lightheaded
as her quick breathing didnt seem to be providing her with enough
air.
He
lay beside her on the bed, their bodies
touching. They were both naked
except for her cowl and she knew he could have removed her mask also, but
he permitted her to maintain this small, but significant,
secrecy. His palms slid against
the outsides of her bare breasts, pressing them gently together and
Batgirls breaths were coming in rapid, ragged
gasps. Everything about this
encounter was a dream come true for Batgirl, a fantasy
fulfilled. Her body was quivering
at his touch. He was doing
everything right.
His mouth found her nipple and he began to gently nurse on her, gradually
pulling more of her breast into his mouth until he was rolling her nipple
against the hard ridges of the roof of his
mouth. Slowly, with great effort,
she raised her hand to support her breast to keep it from slipping out of
his mouth. Control of her muscles
was coming back to her. Lifting
her hand to the back of his head, she tried to arch her back pressing more
of her breast into his mouth. His
erection pressed against her hip.
It was much too late for her to resist
him.
His hand slid down her stomach and palpated her mound, gently massaging
her with his fingertips. Batgirl
held her breath and hoped he wouldnt immediately start prodding her
clitoris the way many guys did.
Guys always seemed to think that poking the old joy stick
would cause a girl to melt in their arms, when, in reality, it only hurt
and turned her off if she wasnt ready.
Mercifully, his fingers slid down the length of her slit and one finger
came to rest half way between her vagina and her clit . . . the best
place! Here, his movements
indirectly stimulated her clit, but also manipulated her vaginal
entrance. She felt her senses
soaring! No one had touched
her like this since her second lover in
college! He had been the only
man to really make her feel like a woman!
And now this man, this stranger, had her feeling like the most female
woman in the world! With him,
she knew the difference between male and
female! He had a penis whose purpose was to enter a woman and
leave his seed. She had a vagina
to receive the penis and hold his seed.
Her arms were getting stronger now and she pulled at him to draw him
on top of her.
It
was her fantasy, but he was in supreme
control. But as in every fantasy,
his every move came in response to her desires, he knew whatever she wanted
and did it!
His fingers gently spread her as he moved over her, sliding one knee
between her thighs. Willingly,
she separated her legs and bent her knees to open herself and to welcome
him as he settled between them, the crown of his penis gently making its
way between her swollen labia.
Ooohhhh! His well-lubricated finger found her
clit. Now she was ready for
his touch, melting into a puddle beneath him!
. . . Not . . . fair . . .! she managed to say, having
to make great effort to get her words out of a throat that was still largely
paralyzed.
Surprised that she could talk at all, he
asked, Whats not
fair?
Both you and me . . . she managed to croak out, .
. . against just me! Not
fair!
Slowly, gently, lovingly he penetrated her, each millimeter bringing
a new thrill as his finger, still on her clit, lifted her emotions through
the ceiling! Batgirl let him
take her wherever he wanted to go, because wherever that was, it was exactly
where she wanted to be! She
wanted nothing more than to receive his sperm, so that regardless of what
ever happened, she would still be carrying a portion of his manhood with
her, within her afterwards!
By the time he had completely penetrated her,
she had both arms clutching his shoulders and had managed to wrap her legs
around him, pulling him deeper and deeper into
her. She was riding her sensations
like a glider riding on air currents, seemingly riding on the edge of
oblivion. He was definitely
all man and she was all woman!
She had no idea how long they made love, but
she felt he was playing her body the way a master violist plays a Stradivarius,
bring her to the brink of orgasm, only to slow down, then to lift her even
higher, only to back off, denying her the fulfillment she
desired. Although it was
her fantasy, she had totally lost herself in his
depths! Just when she approached
despair that they would never reach climax, he lifted her once more toward
her zenith and together they soared into orgasmic oblivion, both of them
screaming. She, who had not
had a really satisfying, pleasurable orgasm since college, had a long sequence
of them now with this ethereal, unreal blue-eyed man, this dream, this perfectly
choreographed partner dancing a pas de deux with her!
The two of them were knit together, her soft
flesh melding into his in a great spiral dance that seemed to go on endlessly,
for hours. She was helpless
as they made love. She was
overwhelmed by his sheer emotional and physical dominance of her mind and
body!
He was not surprised that she was
multi-orgasmic: many women are
but never discover the fact because men, abused by the feminist movement
and beaten down by the popular press, deceived by the macho propaganda they
are raised with, for the most part are lousy lovers.
Batgirl made small, intelligible sounds as
she arched herself toward him, but he completely understood the language
of this woman beneath him, her belly against his, arching herself toward
him, he deep inside of her. She
understood magic and passion, probably for the first time in her
life! She had experienced the
wonder of feeling of a man who knows how to love a
woman! In her weakness, her
legs, which had been wrapped around him, relaxed and fell to the mattress
beside his hips. Although unsteady
and exhausted, she wanted even more of
him. He continued to lie on
top of her.
Although she had regained much of the ability to move her limbs, Batgirl
was so completely drained by the post-coital bliss she felt that she
couldnt move. She simply
lay beneath his panting form, her legs slipping from around him, but desperately
trying to keep her arms grasping him to
her. She was exhausted and loving
it!
I . . . I . . . . I dont . .
. She was gradually regaining
control of her speech, but the words came out in a hoarse
whisper. I dont
. . . even . . . know your name . . .
He lifted his head and she saw him smile at
her as he withdrew from her.
Dont leave! her voice rasped as strongly as she
could. She tried
to hold him to her, but was too weak to prevent him moving to the side and
rising from the bed. Her eyes
focused on him as he approached her left hand and she saw him inject a clear
fluid into the IV needle still in her
hand.
Suddenly realizing what was happening she cried out, Nooooooooo! but her cry came out more like a whimper as once again, darkness closed in on her.
Chapter 5 epilog
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She became aware of a stiffness in her back, probably a result of
the awkward position she was in.
The memory of the past few hours washed through her and although Batgirl
tried not to move, she felt tension enter every
muscle. She opened her eyes
a slit and saw the deserted alleyway behind her
building. Still not moving,
she tried to take stock of the
situation. She still was
wearing her cowl . . . in fact her batgirl costume seemed to be completely
in place. But there was something
wrong with her right glove.
Looking downward, she saw the handlebars of her Bat cycle, and listening
carefully, she could not discern any noises that seemed out of
place. Raising her head, she
quickly surveyed the area. She
was home, and had awoken resting on her bat cycle, almost as
if she had fallen asleep. Climbing
from the Bat-Cycle on wobbly legs, she pulled out her night vision goggles
and carefully surveyed the entire area, still finding noting out of the
ordinary. She felt tired, as
if she had just awakened from a hard sleep and her body was resisting the
process.
Surely it wasnt possible that she had fallen asleep over the
handlebars of her bat cycle and dreamt the whole thing, was
it? Mentally she took inventory
of herself. Raising her gloved
hand to her jaw, then to her cheek she felt the slight soreness of a residual
pinprick. Analyzing how she
felt, she recognized that, regardless of her fatigue, her entire body had
a general sense of well-being . . . the feeling that she had had after she
had experienced good sex with her boyfriends in college.
But there was also a slight soreness in her vaginal area and definite
wetness.
Once again surveying the alley and seeing nothing, she opened the
secret entrance to the building and rolled the bat- cycle into its
garage. Her legs felt like buckling
every time she took a step.
Grabbing the saddlebags from the cycle, she stepped into the secret
elevator and rode to her apartment.
She did a quick survey of her apartment, and found nothing out of
place, nothing amiss. The security
system indicated there had been no activity during her absence, but she noted
several hours had passed since she had ridden into the
alley.
Entering a secret closet, she stripped off her Batgirl costume and examined herself in the mirror. The only two things that she saw which were visible were that her nipples were slightly more erect than usual and her panties were damp, both of which might be attributed to her normal activities as Batgirl. Analyzing how she felt, she doubted that everything she had experienced this evening could be a dream, so she got out a rape kit and took a couple of swabs from herself. One she carefully placed in a test-tube for further DNA analysis. The second she used to prepare a slide, which she examined under her microscope.
Sperm!
It hadnt been a dream!
And she had that bastards
DNA!
She sat back from the microscope and
thought. She was up to date
on her birth control, so no worry from that
end. She would have to be examined
for disease, but that had been a regular part of her life ever since she
had first been raped as Batgirl.
Rape was an intolerable crime. And since she had been too drugged to give her consent,
this definitely was rape! She
would find that sonofabitch somehow and nail his testicles to the
wall!
But even as she forming this resolution in her mind, she began reflecting
on what had happened:
He
had done nothing that she hadnt
wanted. She had had a longstanding
fantasy about being helpless and having a handsome stranger make love to
her. And he had fulfilled her
fantasy in every way! He had
given her the longest and best orgasm of her
life. It had been the perfect
fulfillment of her dreams, and he hadnt hurt her in any
way! If she had the opportunity
to do it again, would she accept the
invitation? Barbara smiled as
she remembered being kept on the very cusp of orgasm for what seemed like
hours before the two of them finally climaxed together in a mind shattering
experience! She would really
enjoy that again!
Snapping herself out of her reverie, she chided
herself. Rape was
rape. And she had been
raped!
With resolve, she rose and went to the bathroom where she performed
various feminine procedures to protect herself before she climbed into a
hot shower. As she lathered
herself, she realized that although she was sweaty, she really didnt
feel violated or dirty from the
experience. Would she have given
permission if she could have?
Probably not at that time, but given the opportunity now . . . she
might!
Barbara toweled herself off, drew on a soft terrycloth bathrobe and
slippers and returned to her living room where she saw the
saddlebags. She picked them
up and took them to the secret room where her equipment and costumes were
hidden, throwing them on a table.
But before she left the room, a thought crossed her
mind.
She opened the saddlebags. They contained their normal contents plus an 8-½
x11 manila envelope. Pulling
on rubber gloves so as not to disturb any fingerprints, she opened the envelope
and spread its contents onto the
table. There were two
black-and-white photographs and a fingerprint
card. Placing the fingerprints aside for the moment, she examined
the first photo. It was a picture
of her (probably) lying on her side with her back to the
camera. The bat costume was
recognizable and complete except that the cowl and her wig had been
removed. Only the back of her
head was visible, so there was nothing in the photograph to reveal her
identity. But there was the
implication that he had seen her without her mask, and thereby probably knew
her secret identity.
The second photograph was of an unconscious Batgirl, compete with
cowl, lying on her back. Her
gloves had been removed and someone was rolling the finger of her hand onto
what looked like a fingerprint card.
Barbara picked up the fingerprint card from the
table. The card contained only
the fingerprints, no identifying
information. Barbara studied
the finger prints for a moment, then pulled a card of her own fingerprints
from a file drawer and compared both sets of
fingerprints. They
matched! He had her fingerprints as well.
Barbara sat back and reflected.
1.
He had raped her,
without her consent.
2.
He had photographed
her. And she had no idea how
many pictures he had taken or what the nature of the photos had
been. It was possible he had
videotaped their entire encounter, even though she had not been aware of
any video equipment in the room.
3.
He had seen her face
and probably knew her identity.
And he had her fingerprints as
well.
4.
Other than the fact
that he knew her identity, he had made no threat, done nothing to indicate
that he might blackmail her, demanded nothing more from
her. In fact, she might interpret the pictures and fingerprints
to be an indication that he simply had this information and knew that she
would be able to trace him. In
effect, he was saying that the two of them were on equal
footing.
What now?
Stalemate?
Barbara cleaned the microscope slide and carefully
filed away all of the data she
possessed. She would have to
think this thing through. In
the meantime, she was tired with a well-satisfied fatigue, so she would wait
until the morning before making any decisions.
Discarding the robe, she drew selected a sexy negligee from her drawer
. . . she wasnt sure why she selected this particular one . . . and
slipped into bed. She wondered,
as she drifted off if she would have pleasant dreams that
night.
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