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Diamond's are a Batgirl's Best Friend
By Raven11803

Chapter I: Bound for Danger

It was nearly midnight as Batgirl rode her BATGIRL-CYCLE along the dimly-lit city streets and ominous alleyways of Gotham City's dark underbelly. As the high-tech arsenal-on-wheels glided along, the deep throaty sound of its advanced engine rumbled with reassuring power and commanding authority between Batgirl's shapely legs.

Leaning in low over her speeding cycle, Batgirl's striking features were eerily under-lit by the glow of the advanced computer readouts spread out before her, as her sharp perceptive eyes peered deeply into the shadowy corners of the cool Gotham night.

Wrapping her legs around the rumbling vibrating engine of the Batcycle always got Batgirl a little excited, and tonight was no exception. Was it the thrill of going out into the night in search of adventure that got her blood pumping? Or was it the vaguely sexual overtones of her pose that was affected her? Secretly Batgirl suspected that the thrill she was experiencing was probably a combination of both factors, together with the thrill she always felt slipping into her sexy Batgirl uniform that made these nights so memorable.

Dressed now in thin stretchy form-fitting tights, Batgirl's comely physique was nicely displayed as she straddled the Batcycle's advanced power core. At just 22 years of age, Batgirl was in world-class physical condition. Leaning in low over the glowing controls of her speeding cycle, Batgirl's trim young curvaceous body cut quite an alluring image. Sleek shiny high-heeled yellow boots encased her dainty feet and slender calves with nearly fetishistic allure. A thin stretchy form-fitting unitard hugged her curvy physique. The smooth muscles of her full feminine thighs, covered by only the thinnest of fabric, were spread wide around her vehicle in an unmistakably suggestive pose.

A tiny scalloped bat-cape whipped dramatically in the wind, intermittently covering and revealing the curvy form of her deeply cleft bottom, thrust conspicuously outward. Like a perfect ripe peach, her distractingly plump posterior had, (on more than one occasion) been known to cause traffic accidents on Gotham's teeming city streets. A striking cowl with pointed ears adorned her head, accentuating her large striking eyes.

Now as she navigated smoothly over a bump in the road, her perfect ripe down-hanging breasts, bounced and jiggled with an enticing, entrancing quality.

As Batgirl scanned the neighborhood around her through the bullet-proof windshield of the Batcycle's armor-plated canopy, her keen clear perceptive eyes peered deep into every shadowy corner. . . Tonight, she was searching for a very specific quarry: the infamous Dr. Harleen Quinzel, . . . aka Harley Quinn.

Quinn was the one-time side-kick to the Joker, and later a partner to Poison Ivy. Now the word on the street was that Harley was working solo. While she was neither the smartest, the strongest, or fastest of Gotham's masked criminals, Harley was not to be under-estimated. Comely, deadly, and certifiably insane, Quinn was always a wild card. Her lithe acrobat's body was fast and nimble, one of the few traits that she shared in common with Batgirl. But it was her twisted psyche, and strange brand of luck that made her so dangerous. Somehow even her most bumbling attempts at crime always had an uncanny way of causing the Batman and his partners an endless parade of troubles.

In her most recent escapade, Harley had stolen the world-famous Harlequin Diamond. Word on the street was that Harley was planning to smuggle the priceless gem out of town to be sold off to a wealthy collector. Once the diamond left Gotham, it would be nearly impossible to track down or recover. Batgirl HAD to find Harley before she and the diamond made it out of Gotham.

Tonight the "Darknight Damsel" was following up on a tip about possible sighting of Harley at an old abandoned greeting card factory and warehouse, in the industrial district. Her Batcycle's mobile Batcomputer and GPS link indicated that the factory was just ahead on the right, so Batgirl eased back on the thrumming throttle of the behemoth BATCYCLE, and brought its high performance tires to a full stop, to check out the gloomy foreboding scene.

According to the Batcomputer readouts on her console, Gilbert's Greeting Card company had been bought out in a hostile takeover in the 90's. The old factory had been abandoned ever since. Now run-down, rust-covered, and overgrown with weeds, the creepy sprawling facility was overtly in disrepair. Broken windows gaped at Batgirl like black dead eyes. It was just the sort of place a villain on the run might choose to set up shop.

Pulling up real-time infra-red satellite imagery on the main screen in front of her, Batgirl's bright eyes observed no signs of guards, posted outside the building. Harley had been known to employ a group of 5 thugs known as "the Quintets," to do her dirty work, so it was always prudent to check.

Revving the BATCYCLE's eager engine, Batgirl urged the mighty vehicle onward, pulling around the back of the facility to check it out further. Bat-infra-red binoculars showed the near side of the building as being clear.

Now her slender gauntleted hand reached forward to activate the Batmobile's video-comm unit, "Bleep-Bleep," it beeped with reassuring precision.

"Batgirl to Batman, come in," her pretty voice intoned. The Batmobile's on-board computer would automatically encrypt the message and transmit it to Batman, wherever he was.

A moment later, a screen on the dashboard flickered and then stabilized to show the grim visage of the legendary Dark Knight, . . . the BATMAN.

"Batman here, go ahead," his voice intoned with grim lethality.

"I'm at Gilbert's greeting card factory. I have to say, this place looks dead."

"Check it out, and report back in 5 minutes." His voice was deep and commanding. While his husky whispered tone had been carefully crafted to be another means by which the Batman persona leveraged fear and intimidation in the name of justice, Batgirl never got over the fact that the Batman's lethally direct voice, just always somehow . . . made her all . . . hot and bothered.

"Roger that, Batgirl out," she replied, maintaining a perfect professional tone.

It was time to move out.

Activating a bright yellow illuminated switch with a firm press of her delicate index finger, Batgirl shut down the engine of her sporty bullet-bike, and braced herself for action. Batgirl's slender feminine physique dismounted stealthily. Approaching with all the speed and stealth that her famous mentor had taught her, she quickly traversed the distance between the cycle and the ramshackle overgrown factory, and approached a large rust-covered shipping dock door that had been left partially open.

Peering in briefly, she saw that the coast was clear, and cautiously stepped in.

She was in.

At first glance, the interior of the dark shadowy warehouse and shipping center bore no overt evidence of Harley's presence, . . . or anyone else's presence for that matter, but looks were often deceiving, especially in Batgirl's line of work, so the stalwart detective decided to switch to infra-red viewers, for a closer look.

Batgirl scanned the vast room suspiciously, and drew a Batarang, and one other bat-gadget . . . just in case. Harley had a reputation for being skittish, it was best to be prepared.

In some corner of her mind, Batgirl knew that it probably wasn't a good idea for a young attractive woman in skin-tight Lycra to go poking around abandoned warehouses at night alone, but she had advanced training and close to a million dollars of Bat-gadgetry in her utility belt to help even the odds against whatever she might encounter.

As Batgirl switched to IR, her eyes adjusted to the murky green image of the warehouse displayed in front of her eyes. To her left, countless stacks of crates, palettes, and shipping boxes remained strewn around the spooky old site, casting shadows and pools of darkness in all directions. To her right, a dense tangle of snarled weeds, which had evidently slowly overgrown the shipping facility over the past 10 years, now threatened to overrun the entire shipping dock. A little further on, Batgirl could just make out the outline of what looked like some sort of office area. So far, the lead wasn't looking too promising, but the offices were probably worth checking out.

Stowing her IR viewer in the gold utility belt that hung so low on her wide womanly hips, Batgirl used the moonlight that was streaming in through a series of overhead skylights to continue her investigation.

Stealthily climbing up over a large pile of crates, Batgirl used the crates for cover, then silently crept back down to the ground, near the offices.

That was her only mistake.

There was a faint mechanical sound, and a sharp pinch in her right buttock.

"Oooo!" she gasped in surprise. Her hand flew reflexively to her shapely Lycra-clad bottom. As her slender gloved fingers seized her weighty buttock, she found a tiny dart protruding from the soft pliant globe of flesh. What had hap--

"Oooooo!!" she shrieked again, as another dart impacted and pierced her left quivering flank. Wheeling reflexively, she flung her Batarang as precisely as possible toward the direction from which the darts must have been fired. But the distinctive sound of a Batarang clattering uselessly to the ground, instantly told Batgirl she had missed her mark.

There was only one thing left to do, . . . head for cover. But before Batgirl could spring toward cover, something fast and powerful tightly gripped her slender booted ankles. Batgirl did her best to dive behind a nearby stack of boxes, but her sexy high-heeled boots wouldn't budge, as something fast and strong quickly spiraled up the length of her shapely slender dancer's legs, all the way up to the underside of her curvaceous bottom, holding her fast.

"What the--?"

Batgirl's eyes had now fully adjusted to the dim moon-lit setting, so when the lights of the factory suddenly came on, it was like staring directly into the sun.

"Hrrrrr-Unngghh!" she grunted as she struggled to free herself, but it was no use. As her eyes slowly recovered, Batgirl glanced down to discover her shapely legs had been completely ensnared in a patch of Poison Ivy's famous tangle fines. The vines had spiraled all the way up her nicely tapered thighs, disturbingly close to her. . . personal area. Drawing a new Batarang, Batgirl started hacking desperately at the vines. She started to make some progress against the tenacious weed, but a moment later, the Batarang itself became ensnared in the fast-moving web of vegetation, and became utterly consumed by it.

"How could I have been so stupid?" Batgirl thought to herself, cursing her carelessness. She had been so focused on Harley, she had temporarily lost sight of the fact that the clown-girl might still have access to some of the trappings of Harley's one-time partner in crime, Poison Ivy.

"Well, well, well, . . . What have we here?" Harley's distinctive Gotham accent echoed through the warehouse.

As Batgirl's eyes slowly adjusted to the lights, she had her first chance to take in the sight of her mischievous quarry. Dressed in only her gloves, boots, mask, harlequin's cap, a white fobbed collar, and a very revealing little red-and-black bra and thong, Harley cut quite an image. The young masked villainess looked great in the scanty thong panties, her toned young body moved with a casual carefree grace. Batgirl for her part was genuinely shocked to see her old foe in such a state of undress.

"What're you lookin' at?" Harley began menacingly, ". . . Ain't ya never seen a girl in her . . . 'unmentionables' before? Sheeze!!" she continued with her usual brash manner. "A girl tries to relax a little bit in her own hideout, and suddenly everybody's eyes start buggin' out of their heads!"

Harley cut an image that was at once, both theatrically comical, devastatingly sexy, . . . and macabre. As she stepped out of the shadows and came nearer, Batgirl could see that the clown-nymph's pretty face was dusted with a thin layer of stark white powder, her pouting lips were deadly black, and her sparkling masked eyes darted with mischievous intent.

"If it isn't our old friend, . . . Batgirl . . ." chided a new, decidedly more mature, . . . sultry voice. It was Poison Ivy!

Stepping out of the shadows behind her stood the stunning Poison Ivy. Dressed entirely in deliciously tight green Lycra, embellished with leafy green foliage, she was every bit the ravishing beauty the newspapers made her out to be. Loading yet another small dart into her wrist-mounted crossbow weapon, the greenish beauty reveled in her easy victory over the neatly restrained Batgirl.

"POISON IVY!!! So you ARE working together again!!" Batgirl called out defiantly, straining hard against her arboreal restraints. "What have you two done with the Harlequin Diamond?"

"Oooooooooooo, I just love it when you get all excited like that," Ivy purred, as she stepped around to stand just beside and in front of Harley, "but don't get your thong in a bunch, Batgirl. Harley and I won't be sticking around to torment you for too much longer. You see, . . . we've got a plane to catch."

Now Ivy turned to Harley, "Show her the diamond, Harl."

"Oh, you mean this old thing?" Harley asked. Reaching into the pert cleavage, Harley produced a magnificent stone that sparkled and glittered with an almost hypnotizing brilliance. Even in the dim lighting of the abandoned warehouse, the Harlequin Diamond's intricate facets twinkled and flashed with shimmering radiance.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Ivy continued. "But it will be more beautiful once we have sold it off and turned it into lovely GREENbacks. We'll be using that money to fund our next act of eco-terrorism."

". . . You'll never get away with it," Batgirl sneered.

"But we already have, my dear," Ivy jibed back. "We've got the diamond, and we've got you. Now this diamond will go a long way toward funding our next operation. For that matter, auctioning you off might fetch a pretty penny too!" Ivy jibed teasingly. "Should we ransom you to the police, or auction you off on the internet? I can see it now, . . . Ebay ITEM: 61510098669C MASKED SUPERHEROINE - young, . . . fit, . . . bound and struggling. Excellent condition, the perfect addition to your collection. What do you think, Harl?"

Now Harley joined in, "Why I was just saying to--"

Harley was cut off, as Batgirl suddenly lunged forward toward Harley. Her gloved hands desperately grabbed and clawed at the clown-girl despite her vegetative bindings, but she failed to grasp the infamous diamond. Harley recoiled, clearly rattled by the unexpected attack. As she did, the persistent vines of Harley's sentry plant moved with a disturbing speed, further extending itself, to the point that its vines now overgrew Batgirl's upper body as well, ensnaring her arms, wending their way around her sharply jutting breasts, and pulling the crimefighter back off of Harley. Seconds later, the strange shrubs had effectively pinned the masked crimefighter's wrists tightly behind her shapely back.

"Wow! I guess diamonds really are a girl's best friend," Harley jested.

"Well, you'll just have to get your own diamond, Batgirl," Ivy interjected. "Harley and I are going to hawk this one to the highest bidder to fund my next ecologically enlightened scheme. Your unexpected arrival does throw a bit of a glitch into our plans. Harley, come over here, we need to figure out to do with this Bat-twit." Turning their backs on Batgirl, Harley and Ivy began to discuss their options. There had to be a way to get Batgirl out of the way without bringing the Batman down on them. As they schemed, Poison Ivy's vines got a bit more, . . . aggressive.

"Why I--Unghh!!--" Batgirl's comment was cut off as the animated vines now squeezed her arms tightly behind her back, forcing her shoulders uncomfortably back, causing her back to arch, and her already prominent bullet-shaped breasts to thrust even more provocatively forward.

Now one of the thicker vines slid sensuously between Batgirl's curvaceous thighs, and slithered slowly and furtively along the contours of the comely crimefighter's tightly clad mound, while another slid suggestively along the underside of her supple round buttocks, and then curved sensuously upward between the luscious flanks. Still others snaked wetly around her prominent pointed breasts, encircling them seductively. In response, the shapely young heroine shifted and strained uneasily in her snare of vegetative bindings.

As she struggled, Batgirl desperately sought to activate the homing beacon located on her utility belt, but, try as she might, . . . it was no use.

As the vines had their way with Batgirl, they groped and probed the most personal parts of the nubile heroine's remarkable physique, Batgirl could do nothing but writhe and groan as she twisted futilely, and seductively, in their grasp. She was now largely overgrown with the sensuous flora and odd yellow flower buds, but enough of her body remained visible that she cut quite a striking image, had any heterosexual males been there to see and enjoy the sight. Batgirl's useless groaning and slow rhythmic wriggling only added to the sensual nature of the arboreal smorgasbord. Now a singular weed encircled Batgirl's head, around her mouth, effectively gagging her.

"Harley, what are you--Mmmmmmm-MMmmmmm-Mmmmphh!" The sexy heroine struggled and twisted in resistance, her curvy hips shifting this way and that, her shoulders pulled back, her glossy gagged lips sexy as ever, her large beautiful blue eyes opened wide in an adorable expression of astonishment, . . . breathtaking. Now the sexy heroine was utterly, and enticingly, immobilized.

The vines were everywhere now, encasing her legs and arms, pinning her, immobilizing her slowly writhing body. What's worse, the vines weren't static. They were slowly moving, slithering, writhing, rubbing along her breasts, . . . between her legs, fondling and cupping the full curvature of her sensitive buttocks. Other vines were even slithering between her thighs, and along the front of her groin and her narrow shapely mound. The effect was quickly becoming . . . distracting.

Now Batgirl was grateful that Harley and Ivy's backs were turned. Because some of the suggestive expressions crossing her face now, would have been most embarrassing had anyone been watching. The stringent bindings and the forced pose were rapidly taking on a nearly lurid quality. The scene was breathtaking.

Turning back to face Batgirl, Harley and Ivy enjoyed the sexy spectacle of their writhing ensnared prisoner.

Now Harley dropped the diamond down into her cleavage again, where it came to rest nicely nestled between her snug plump breasts. Next, she pulled on the rest of her usual red and black costume. Then she spoke, "We've got good news for you, Batgirl."

"That's right," Ivy continued, "We've decided to let you live."

". . . At least for the moment," Harley added.

"You see, those darts I fired into you weren't just for fun, they injected your body with my latest concoction. For years my famous kiss has made countless men putty in my hands. It leaves them utterly aroused, and helpless to resist my charms. Even the mighty Batman hasn't been able to resist its effects, and he's never been able to concoct an effective antidote.

Well now I've refined and perfected this concoction to be more potent than ever. And now I've reformulated it into a number of different delivery systems, darts, gas, and my famous Poison Ivy lipstick. The poison in those darts was an herbal tranquilizer that will not only render you unconscious, but my new formulation will also make you . . . highly susceptible to suggestion, . . . and . . . extremely aroused. What's more, it will even cause the victim to experience fits of near madness, as they become overwhelmed by their own lust. I'm afraid you won't be in any condition for serious crime-fighting, my dear Batgirl."

Even as Ivy spoke, Batgirl's head was starting to spin, as the effects of the darts began to kick in. Now her knees were buckling. Strangely, the young crime-fighter was grateful for the vegetative binding which held her, for without them, she surely would have collapsed to the hard concrete floor.

"The potion isn't particularly fast-acting, I'm afraid. That's why you're just now beginning to feel its effects, but it IS wonderfully potent," Ivy bragged, obviously proud of her creation.

Now Batgirl's eyelids were beginning to feel heavy, and her eyes were beginning to roll up into her head, as Harley and Ivy looked on, enjoying the spectacle before them.

"You're gonna be LOTS of fun when you wake up, Bratgirl!" Harley teased.

"But for now, nighty-night!" Ivy added.

Batgirl's head lolled left and right, and her body began to sway. The room was spinning wildly now, as the toxins had their way with her mind and her young trim body. Soon the spinning became a blur, and the laughter of her villainous tormentors seemed to fade into the distance as the night opened up and the darkness consumed her. . .

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Chapter II: Bound and Determined

Batgirl's perfect physique was now stretched out on a stack of shipping crates that had been arranged on the floor of the warehouse to form a makeshift examination table. A transparent gas-mask was fitted neatly over her pert little nose and full pouting glossy red lips. Her beautiful face was a picture of peace and serenity as she slept. Her impressive bustline slowly rose and fell with each breath, rhythmically raising and lowering the golden Bat-emblem which was stretched and contorted crazily across her large pointed breasts.

Batgirl's beautiful clear blue eyes blinked and fluttered as consciousness returned to her. As her eyes now fully opened, she glanced around her in wide-eyed apprehension, wondering what her captors had in store her.

Glancing around, she took measure of her situation. Though her body was no longer engulfed by Ivy's sentry vines, a few of the pernicious weeds were still in place, effectively preventing her from moving. She noticed that some of the vines were neatly in place, binding her wrists and ankles. Still others were interlaced, criss-crossing over her chest and between her breasts, emphasizing their gravity-defying upward-thrusting dimensions. A few more vines pulled at the soft yielding flesh of her curvy thighs. Of these vines that were pinning her shapely legs together, one in particular was positioned, rather suggestively, between her thighs, so that it effectively acted as a crotch-strap, tightly hugging her groin.

As she continued to survey her surroundings, she noticed moonlight entering the warehouse from a skylight located overhead. She also noticed a large bed located in the corner. Neither Harley nor Ivy were visible anywhere.

For an instant Batgirl wondered what her captors had done with her while she had been unconscious. Clearly, they had moved her to a new location, and bound her again, but what else might have occurred? Had they carried her limp body any great distance? Given the unusual circumstances of her being totally helplessness, had they taken advantage of her vulnerability in any way?

Could they have groped or fondled her unresisting form out of sheer mischievous spite? Had they allowed their henchmen to run their hands all over her, lewdly exploring every inch of her nubile shiny Lycra-clad physique, to their villainous hearts' delight? Batgirl would have been utterly helpless to refuse if those same henchmen had wanted to paw and grope her world-famous ass. If a henchman had wanted to slide the thick stump of his manhood into the slick, wet, warm, welcoming confines of her mouth, Batgirl would have been helpless to resist. Reduced to base reflexive impulses, Batgirl's tongue might have even involuntarily obliged those hedonistic beasts with a sucking, licking, swirling action as her lips wrapped gratefully around his hot, salty, needy stalk, as a second henchman stroked her sleek unresisting inner thighs. Presented with the rare and almost irresistible opportunity, the villainous cretin even touched her tight unresisting mound, stroking it furtively. In years to come, it would make a great story to tell his chums how he had excited the great BATGIRL, when her defenses were down. It would be great fun to tell them how she had wriggled and sighed at his skillful ministrations, drugged as she was by Ivy's aphrodisiac potion.

Thrusting eagerly into her pretty little mouth, it wouldn't have taken much to goad the first lucky henchman into a lather of excitement. After all he would have been "doing" the world-famous BATGIRL in the prime of her youth. As her jaws spread wide to engulf his throbbing pulsing manhood, it wouldn't have taken much for him to grow so excited that he would explode inside her warm wet intoxicating mouth, dousing her tongue with his salty seed, then splattering long wet jets of lust along the pretty dainty contours of her perfect blemishless cowled face, all across her cheeks, her pretty little lips, and her chin.

As the first disgusting henchman wiped his stalk off on her face and breasts, smearing the vile clear substance over her cheeks, chin, and Bat-emblem, perhaps Batgirl had reflexively spread her full thighs. Perhaps the second henchman had found her "sweet spot," and had fanned the flames of her unconscious desires to all new heights. As he stroked the contours of her nether lips through the front panel of her uniform, who could blame the sleeping heroine if she had been fanned into a frenzy of needy slumbering desire? Now sopping wet, her thighs might have scissored nervously as she neared her inevitable destination. Restrained as she was in her bindings, with all the pressures of crime-fighting weighing on her young shoulders, who could have blamed her for succumbing to his clever ministrations?

With eyes winced shut, and teeth bared, Batgirl's erotic musings now reached a fevered pitch. Grinding herself hard against the vine that was positioned so strategically between her thighs, Batgirl at long last . . . found her release.

Suddenly Batgirl's entire body tensed, seizing hard as an incomprehensible pleasure was consummated, detonating between her legs, wiping her mind of all coherent thought.

For long excruciating moments, the very real sensations pulsed mercilessly through her body, as her body twisted and wriggled desperately. Wave after wave of sheer blind pulsing pleasure overwhelmed her mind and body. She could do nothing but hold on tight through the throes of its sweet heady bliss.

At long last, when the worst of it was over, Batgirl basked in the lingering bliss. The intensity of the experience left her flushed, exhilarated, and utterly refreshed.

"Wow!" was all she could think.

When she was finally able to collect her wits, Batgirl began to wonder at the effectiveness of Ivy's potion. How quickly it had turned her idle musings into an intense erotic encounter! Was this what the men had been experiencing after Ivy's poison kisses? She was only grateful that neither of her captors had been present for her humiliating erotic display. Hopefully they would be none the wiser about her private encounter when they returned.

Moments later, Batgirl heard faint footsteps. Soon Harley and Ivy stepped into view.

"Hey Red, I think our little superheroine is finally snapping out of it," Harley jibed.

"She may be coming to, Harl, but the effects of my aphrodisiac darts and the secondary dose that she's getting from that gas mask will leave her nicely susceptible for quite some time. . ." Ivy responded. "Now, I think you've had about enough of this," she continued, as she walked over to Batgirl and removed the gasmask from the heroine's pretty face.

"You fiends!" Batgirl snarled, "You may have me at a disadvantage now, but Batman is sure to save me, and then he's going to clean your clocks!"

"Ooooo! Big words from the plucky little heroine!" Ivy retorted. "Or should I say, 'Big words from the completely helpless heroine!'?"

Batgirl's young lithe body flexed in irritation, as she threw her head back in frustration. Ivy was right.

Lying there, staring up at the ceiling for an instant, Batgirl had to accept the truth of Ivy's words. Then, in a moment, as her eyes aimlessly glanced toward the skylight, Batgirl was surprised to see a familiar shape, . . . the familiar silhouette of a pair of broad shoulders, a thick muscled neck, and tall pointed ears, dimly visible peering down in through the skylight. . . the BATMAN!!

Keeping her calm, she did her best to keep a poker face, as she continued her conversation with the two arch-criminals.

"Spit it out, Ivy," What are you going to do with me?"

"Oh, we have something VERY special in mind for you," Ivy continued, "But before that, I just want to make one thing perfectly--"

"CRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!" With characteristic flare, the one and only BATMAN, burst through the skylight, and onto the scene, his leathery bat-like scalloped cape flaring dramatically.

The explosive entrance knocked Harley and Ivy to the floor, as Batgirl cringed at the rain of falling shattered glass. Fortunately, the skylight was far enough away from Batgirl that none of the shards landed on her exquisite tethered body.

"ARE YOU ALLRIGHT, BATGIRL?"

"MMMMM-Hmmmmmm!" Batgirl nodded, wide-eyed, toward the imposing form of the Batman, as he slowly rose from the crouching position in which he had landed on the floor. Now he seemed to erupt from the floor as he slowly rose to his full impressive stature.

"YOU LADIES ARE COMING WITH ME," the Dark Knight whispered with a deep rumbling tone of stone-cold lethality.

"Yikes!" cried Harley, offering her wrists to be Bat-cuffed.

"We're all yours, Batman," Ivy purred, with a response that was dripping with sarcasm.

A half a millisecond later, a small tangled knot of weeds that had grown up through the floor directly under the skylight, came violently to life, as yet another branch of Ivy's sentry plant quickly ensnared the Dark Knight's feet, immobilizing him. Reacting with lightning fast reflexes, the steely masked hero reached for his utility belt, seeking a kind of advanced weed killer spray that had proven highly effective against Ivy's monstrosities in past adventures. But the plant moved even faster, quickly tangling and ensnaring the Batman's arms and torso, effectively immobilizing him.

The BATMAN's bulging muscles strained hard against the foul vines that bound him, but it was no use. The stubborn vegetation was too strong to rip or to pull out from its firm roots. For the moment, at least, he was restrained.

Standing up now at a casual pace, and dusting off a few remaining shards of glass, Harley and Ivy rose to their feet to gloat over the Batman.

"Well, well, well, now the shoe's on the other foot, ain't it B-man?" Harley quipped.

Batman lurched forward, his powerful body pulling and straining against the weeds. It did nothing to free him, but it caused Harley to jump back several feet, where she now cautiously maintained more of a safe distance, from the scary do-gooder.

"What are you planning to do with us?" he hissed.

"Well, Batman, . . . now that you're here something VERY devious has just occurred to me." She smiled a devilish grin as she turned a particularly nasty idea around in her calculating criminal mind.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, it's gonna be somethin' good!" Harley exclaimed, recognizing the expression on Ivy's face as sure sign of a devious plan forming in her partner's mind.

"Well, . . . now that YOU'RE here, Batman, I've decided to do something, . . . very . . . villainous. I'm going to do the same thing to you that I've already done with Batgirl," Ivy sneered with a malicious grin.

You see, I'm going to dose you with my very latest herbal aphrodisiac. It is guaranteed to light your fire, nullify your inhibitions, and put you on the high road to passion for at least . . . oh, 12 to 24 hours. Batman, you know how effective my poison kiss has been on you in the past, making even your iron will bend to mine. Well, this latest concoction is even more powerful than those potions from the past . . . Imagine that. As I was just telling Batgirl here, you two will even experience bouts of madness as your libidos get the better of you.

The Batman grimaced in frustration. He knew he'd never had success concocting and antidote to Harley's "love potion," and he had never fared much better trying to resist it.

"YOU FIEND!" the Batman snarled.

"Yes, everyone keeps saying that. I suppose there must be some truth to it. . ." Ivy teased. "Oh, I suppose I could use the aphrodisiac to have you all to myself, Batman, but then, what would be my get-away plan? I could just bring you with me to be my henchman, but sooner or later you'd snap out of it, and then where would I be? No, it will be much more fun to know that you and Batgirl are. . . getting it on, while we make our escape.

She paused for dramatic effect. "Harley and I want to put as many miles as possible between us and this place, before you two get free and get onto our trail. Oh, I'm sure you two will EVENTUALLY find your way out of these vines, . . . but we need to make sure that doesn't happen for . . . quite a few hours. Of course, we could come up with some elaborate death trap, like we have in the past, but somehow . . . those never seem to work out, do they? There's nothing like a death-trap to really bring out the resourcefulness in a hero, I always say. . . So this time, . . . I've concocted something . . . a little different. . . something 'fool proof,' . . . No offense, Harley."

"None taken," Harley responded confidently, before realizing that she had just been insulted.

Then Ivy continued, "You see, I want the two of you occupied for the next several hours. Occupied with something that you won't escape from, because, . . . you won't WANT to escape. . .

I figure that the two of you are ripe fit specimens of man and woman, if ever there were such a thing. Working together as you do, . . . in those . . . tight . . . close-fitting outfits, I imagine that there must be some sort of . . . sexual tension, . . . between you."

Not liking the direction that the conversation was taking, Batgirl and Batman eyed each other nervously.

"Well today," Ivy continued, "we are going to find out."

"These sentry vines should add a nice bit of topspin to the experience as well," she continued smiling devilishly, . . . if you're into bondage."

"You see, the weeds that you may have observed overgrowing this sprawling factory are all part of this one, MASSIVE plant, the plant that is holding you now. This magnificent plant is one that I genetically engineered myself. I call it, Eroticus Arboritum. Looking like ordinary weeds, it is as inconspicuous as it is useful. It grabs unwanted intruders for us, and sedates them until we decide what to do with them.

As she approached, the obedient tangle vines anticipated Ivy's intent, and bent the Batman down slightly, so that Ivy could more easily reach her intended target.

Then pulling out a stick of her specially formulated lip-gloss, Ivy applied a heavy coat of the aphrodisiac poison to her lips.

"Don't do it!" Batgirl begged sweetly in desperation, but with a nod from Ivy, a vine quickly gagged the bound heroine, so that the rest of her comments came out as, "Mmmm-Mmmmphhhh-Mphhhhh!!" as her bat-emblazoned chest strained against the bindings.

"Oh calm yourself, Batgirl, . . . Oh how I do like the big boys," Ivy purred seductively. Then pressing her full pouting lips up against the Dark Knight's mouth, she gave him a long passionate kiss.

Batman was stoic, his massive body straining in defiance, as Ivy imparted the unwanted poison kiss to his lips.

"Mmmmmm. . . " just the way I like 'em, big, bound, and beautiful, . . ." Ivy smirked.

You see, I've injected a similar drug into Batgirl. It's a blend of herbal aphrodisiacs, and concentrated pheromones. It will make both of you . . ." Now Ivy continued, staring directly at Batgirl, ". . . quite insatiable." With that line she gave Batgirl a knowing wink.

"Don't be a fool, Ivy," the Batman responded, "I'll never do anything inappropriate with Batgirl."

"Oh, don't be too sure, Batman. You see, you haven't heard the best part of the plan. Even if you two somehow manage to repress your urges through sheer "Bat-willpower," or render yourselves unconscious, or lock yourselves away from eachother, you still can't escape the devious genius of my plan. Because the poison nectar will do more than just turn you two into Bats in heat, . . . it also alters the very chemistry of the victim's brain, filling it with a mixture of very . . . lethal . . . poisons. The only antidote is a complex combination of natural pheromones and endorphins that the human body produces naturally, . . . during mating. So unless you two indulge yourself . . . in the most intimate of pleasures, . . . again and again, and again over the next several hours, you will both eventually go . . . quite mad I'm afraid, and then, sadly, . . . you WILL die.

"Don't look so glum you two. Now the two of you will have a chance to really get it on. Don't tell me that this isn't something that you've both always secretly wanted," Ivy teased. Besides, you two puritanical nincompoops can always just think of it as doing what must be done to save each other's lives. You hero's always seem to be good at that, right?"

. . . Yes, the only way to come out of this one alive, is to be . . . very . . . very, . . . VERY naughty. I'm afraid the occasional bouts of delirium will make it quite impossible for you to take care of your own needs. You'll just have to take care of each other's needs. So you see, that is where the lovely BATGIRL comes into my devious little plan . . . Savey?

"You'll never get away with it, Ivy," Batman snarled.

"Oh, but I already have, Darling," Ivy replied smugly.

With that, Ivy nodded to the sentry plant, and in response the diabolical weed pulled Batgirl up off of the crates into an upright position. Then slowly, the strange plant brought Batman and Batgirl closer together, face-to-face, just a few inches away from eachother.

Though the Batman had worked with Batgirl for years now, the unusually close proximity of the Batgirl's body to his own was made it impossible to ignore the striking features of her remarkably feminine form. Her firm pointed jutting breasts thrust out provocatively through the leafy bindings. Now, as her delicate curvaceous form struggled and squirmed weakly against her restraining vines, the bondage only further accentuated her unmistakable sensuality.

"So you begin to see, Batman," began Ivy, "That we have something very special prepared for both you and Batgirl today." With this, she nodded again, and the vines moved Batgirl even closer to the Batman, . . . uncomfortably close, . . . intimately close.

Now Batgirl writhed even more strenuously in her bindings, her gag only emphasizing her vulnerability.

"Let's give them a taste of things to come, shall we?" continued Ivy. And with that the tangle vines pushed Batgirl's and Batman's bodies closer and closer together, so that Batgirl's tender thighs and soft pouting breasts crushed sensuously up against the Batman's hard muscled body. At first, they both recoiled at being forcibly brought together so intimately, but soon the undeniable guiltless appeal of the situation became evident and undeniable to both of the bound crime-fighters.

Now their lips were millimeters apart, as a steamy dreamy look came over Batgirl's face. She tried to fight the impulses raging through her young body, but it was everything she wanted in the world. Her perfect pouting lips parted.

"Go, ahead, my dear. You can do it. You know that you want to. . ." Ivy chided, knowing that Batgirl was already deeply under the influence of her extra-strength potion.

Now extending her neck, Batgirl pressed her lips up against the Batman's mouth, and engaged him in a tender passionate kiss.

"MMMMMMmm-mmmmmmmmmmmmmm-MMMMMMmmmmmmmmm."

Under the influence of Ivy's toxic kiss, and with no way to move or escape, the mighty Batman returned the kiss. Though he was still resisting the effects of the drug, there was no need to make a spectacle of this particular torment.

The kiss was long and passionate. Both emotionally repressed crime-fighters reveled in the slow sensual kiss. Batgirl's curvaceous body felt good, crushed as it was against the Batman's hulking frame. Her breasts so soft, her lips so sweet, her thighs so warm, the smell of her hair so inviting, her delicate frame so beguiling and becoming, the large round mounds of her soft breasts crushed molded so enticingly against his chest. . .

As the twisting vines slowly shifted to bring the two heroes together, the Batman's hands suddenly came free. But instead of reaching for his utility belt, the Dark Knight's hands reached eagerly for Batgirl's supple gray ass.

For long luscious moments the Batman's eager hands ran roughshod over Batgirl's full round voluptuous ass cheeks, as Harley and Ivy looked on in shocked disbelief. . .

"All right! All right!" Ivy finally interrupted. With her comment, the vines pulled the two deputized crime-fighters apart, physically separating them, a tiny strand of saliva stretching between their mouths as they parted, before shattering into nothingness.

As their kiss ends, the two stalwart crime-fighters' clear blue eyes met in a meaning-filled gaze.

"Feeling the heat a bit, are we?" Ivy teased, "How lovely!"

"Wow!" Harley cheered, "That lipstick really works, Red!"

"That's just the beginning, Harley." Ivy responded. Things are going to get a lot hotter in a few minutes. The drugs are already hard at work in Batgirl's system, but wait 'til it really starts to kick in for the Batman . . . By the time my poison reaches full potency in their bodies, they'll be driven absolutely mad with lust. Now you two will know how bats in heat must feel!"

Then after a pause, Ivy walked up very close to Batgirl, the heroine's arms now pinned at her sides. Now Ivy looked at the masked crime fighter with a knowing smile, "Batgirl, I actually envy you the evening you're about to have. . . I really do. . . that is, . . . if it doesn't kill you. . . "

Batgirl failed to respond to the lethal suggestion. Her eyes were locked on the Batman, her clear blue eyes clouded with dreamy lust.

Ah, but there is one last step that I have yet to complete," Ivy mused. "You see, as aroused as Batgirl already is, there is one final dose that has yet to be administered. It will catapult her capacity for desire from mere nymphomanic to stratospheric levels. . ."

"Oooo! CAN I DO IT? CAN I DO IT? CAN DO IT????" Harley begged, jumping up and down quickly so that her pert breasts bounced wildly.

"Very well, Harley, you may do the honors," Ivy continued, indulging her friend.

Now Ivy reached into the deep cleavage between her plump breasts, and pulling upward, produced a tiny vial filled with an exotic green fluid. Pulling out the cork, she poured the contents onto a small white folded cloth. A moment later, she handed the soaking wet rag to Harley.

Seeing what was about to occur, Batgirl began squirming and struggling with more urgency and fervor against the viney stringent bindings that held her.

"Hgghh-Hrrmmmmm!!"

Stepped abound behind the subdued heroine, Harley grasped Batgirl firmly from behind.
Though she was still locked in the grip of the pernicious vines, the gag-vine now withdrew from her lips. . . so that Harley could place the cloth firmly over Batgirl's plump glossy red lips. Clamping it tightly over Batgirl's nose and mouth, the clown-girl seemed to relish the sweet surrender of the moment.

"MmmmMMMMmmm-MmMMmm!" Batgirl mmphed desperately into the cloth with renewed energy and vigor.

Though Batgirl's athletic frame struggled ferociously against Harley and against her arboreal bindings, she could not break the criminal's superior hold on her. For long delicious moments Batgirl's soft plump fleshy gyrating buttocks squirmed enticingly. At long last, when Batgirl could hold her breath no longer, she inhaled, flooding her lungs with the noxious sweet-smelling fumes. An intense lightheadedness came across her almost instantly. Reflexively another breath came, plunging her deeper under the influence of the seductive chloroform. Now she was dizzy and her vision became unfocused. The room and the world around her began to spin.

The Batman struggled against his bindings, but he was helpless to stop Harley. He too was now feeling dizzy from the effects of Ivy's poison kiss. And while he was helpless to assist Batgirl, he now watched her struggles with . . . a growing fascination. . .

Desperate to escape, Batgirl pulled hard on her leafy bindings, but to no avail. Now her full thighs parted invitingly, then squeezed together even more enticingly.

"MmmmMMMMmmm-MmMMmm!" she mmphed desperately into the cloth.

"MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm, . . . aren't you the feisty little hottie?" Harley purred.

Now Batgirl grabbed nervously at the gold utility belt that was slung so appealingly on her wide squirming hips. Her slender gloved fingers fumbled to press the hidden button that would activate an automated distress signal, summoning Robin or Alfred. But the twisted plants and Harley's hold prevented her from reaching the important little button.

As the Batman observed his struggling partner, he found that he could not take his eyes off of her. Her devilishly intriguing form, clad in clingy tight Lycra, captivated him as never before. Now Batgirl's full thighs, hips and nicely rounded buttocks wriggled erotically.

"Well done, Harley. By now the drug has certainly done its job on poor Batgirl. That was twice the normal dose. Let's see how she's handling it." Ivy gave a nod to her massive sentry plant, and an instant later, the monstrous plant-creature released its grip on Batgirl's slight form.

"But, Red, are you sure that's such a good idea? What if she's fakin' or somethin'?" Harley complained.

"Similar formulas have worked on Batman before, and he is twice her size, and this is a far more concentrated mixture. I could put a herd of rhinos under my spell with the dose that I gave her!"

For a moment, Batgirl wobbled on unsteady feet, then placing her hand at her temple, she steadied herself.

"Now, Batgirl, take Batman, and have your way with him. Do everything you've always wanted to do to him. Let those Bat-inhibitions go! You must obey my command. You are helpless to resist."

Harley cautiously stepped aside, as Batgirl approached, uncertain if the Dark Knight Damsel was truly under the grip of Poison Ivy's spell. Now, Batgirl walked furtively and seductively over to where the Batman was bound. Her lithe little frame had a pixie-like quality as she walked along. Slowly, sensuously, Batgirl approaches the Batman with the most sensuous walk Batman had ever witnessed. One could almost hear the beat of sexy stripper music with each swing of her super-sexy bat-hips. The Dark Knight's face was grim.

Now Batgirl's naughty fingers tracing flirtaciously along the perimeter of the Batman's large bulky utility belt. "I've always wanted to take this off of you, . . ." she said seductively, in a voice tat was little more than a whisper. Reaching around his waist, she wraps her arms around him, and presses her soft pointed breasts against his massive chest. Stalwart or not, the Batman had to admit to himself, . . . it felt good.

"MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm, . . ." she purred, then she giggled, as the Batman's face hardens.

"I . . . I hope this won't upset you Batman, . . ." she spoke in a breathy Marilyn Monroe voice, "but . . . I've always wanted to do this too."

Now Batgirl began a slow understated erotic little dance for Batman. Its moves were simple, and subtle, but the swaying of her hips and her furtive flirtacious smile were virtually hypnotic. As she turned, his keen eyes, devoured the sight of her cute little thonged tuschie, wiggling expressively.

When Batgirl's dance was finished, she knelt down in front of the Dark Knight. Batgirl gazed longingly at the silky front panel of the Batman's trunks, just below his bulky utility belt. She bit her lip in a charming gesture of guilty self-indulgent interest.

"Batgirl, No!" the Batman called out.

"This is going well, . . ." observed Harley contentedly, as she watches the goings-on like a free peep show.

"Let's leave these two 'love-bats' alone, Harl. We can skip the packing. We've got a plane to catch."

"But Red, it's just getting' good," Harley complained morosely.

"Yes, perhaps a couple of quick calls to the police and the press are in order. Wouldn't it be lovely for them to find our two love-bats in a. . . compromising position? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"Oh, but don't you have a few last thoughts for the Batman?" Harley asked.

"Ah, yes! Susceptible now as are now to suggestion, hear me now when I tell you this: You will take Batgirl and you will do with her as you will. Make love to her with raw heated passion, Batman. That is my command to you. If you begin to hesitate, remember, this is the only way to save her life. . . the ONLY way to save her life. NOW COME ON, HARLEY!" Ivy insists."

And with that, Ivy dragged an unwilling Harley toward a nearby exit, and a waiting getaway vehicle hidden under more tangle vines.

"Toodle-oo!" Harley whimpered sadly as the door closes behind her, leaving Batgirl and Batman to themselves. "You kids have fun now!" Harley teased happily.

"As for you, my precious sentry vine," Ivy continued, speaking now to the sentry plant, "you're simply too large to take with us on the plane. But I have enough of your seeds to spread your offspring all over the world. That should give your life some meaning. In the mean time, I know how draining it can be for you to hold your prey for long periods of time. So you may release them at any time. Just see to it that they do not leave the premises for the next several hours. They shouldn't give you any trouble for quite some time. Now, we will bid you adieu. Farewell, Batman and Batgirl! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

And with that, Harley and Ivy left the factory, leaving Batman and Batgirl, . . . alone.

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Chapter III: Batman Bound

Now alone at last with the one and only BATMAN, Batgirl (heavily dosed by the anti-inhibitor drug) eagerly reached forward and placed her hand on the front panel of his trunks.

"Batgirl, No!" the Batman calls out, his head not yet fully compromised by the effects of the toxins.

"I can't help myself, Batman," cooed Batgirl happily.

Now slowly, sensuously, . . she leaned forward, and began planting feather-light kisses on the bulge just under his utility belt.

Batman pulled fiercely against his viney bindings, but to no avail.

"Ohhhhhh . . . <kiss> . . . Batmaaaaaaan. . . <kiss> . . ." Batgirl cooed between furtive sexy kisses.

Now, for the first time, something other than the Batman's resolve, began to stiffen.

"Ooooooooo . . . yeah. . ." purred Batgirl, detecting the subtle change.

Now she began running her fingers along the front of his briefs, vaguely outlining the dimensions of his now-growing member. In short order, the member stiffened to clearly reveal its shape through the shiny fabric of his uniform. As the shape become more and more distinct, Batgirl was awestruck by the impressive dimensions and proportions of the Batman's manhood. Like everything else about the Batman, this aspect of him, also seemed, . . . larger than life. Batgirl's teasing fingers relished their naughty task. The beast inside was enormous, its girth impressive, its length, more so. Now she ran the palms of her hands hard over the shiny rapidly stiffening bulge.

How long she has wanted this. How long she has wanted to hold him in her hands. Now she was finally doing it, on her terms, on her schedule, her way. Again, she kissed the now fully-erect bulge.

But the scene was far from over. Now the Batgirl slowly carefully unbuckled the Batman's legendary utility belt, and removed it. Again and again she traced the outline of the monstrous member at the front of his silky shorts, dumbfounded by the sheer scale of him, and fascinated by the absolute power that she now held over the once indomitable Dark Knight. Then gently, she began to place soft delicate kisses all along the length of the hard throbbing bulge which is so neatly outlined by the tight confines of his uniform.

He was fully erect now. The member made a crazy distorted and distended bulge at the front of his uniform. Heavily dosed by the arousal spores, the Batman was now feeling overwhelmed with feelings of physical longing for Batgirl. For a moment he cursed himself for never having come up with a fully effective preventative antidote to Poison Ivy's arousal potion. Despite his own needs, the Dark Knight gasped and writhed in his bindings, heroically trying to resist. Trying to focus on anything else. . .

Next, Batgirl's lithe form, rose, and turned around. Glancing over her shoulder, the drugged heroine wiggled her thonged ass at the restrained hero, enjoying the sight of the mighty hero twisting in his bindings, as his eyes devoured the sensual little show her bottom was putting on. Then he looked away. Clearly, it would be necessary to do something that he couldn't ignore.

Now backing up slightly, Batgirl pressed the divine contours of her perfect thonged ass up against the front panel of the Batman's trunks. Sensuously and seductively, Batgirl swung her hips around in gentle suggestive circles, nuzzling her best asset, her sexy-soft cushiony ass against the Batman's straining member. The effect was understandably devastating. Soon he was as hard as an iron spike.

"UUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNGgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" he moaned.

Batgirl smiled at the effect she was having. She reveled in the sensation of his erect stalk pressing hard against her swinging gliding thonged ass. She was in command.

Batgirl knew that he could not last much longer. So at length, she stepped away, and returned to her earlier position, kneeling before him.

Now unzipping the front of her uniform, the revealed her breathtaking cleavage, and soft pale heaving bosom. Lifting her breasts upward, like an offering to the gods, Batgirl rubbed the massive cushiony orbs up against the front panel of the Dark Knight's trunks, drowning him in the softness of her flesh.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnghhhhh," the Batman groaned.

Now her delicate gloved hands reached up for the top edge of his trunks.

"Batgirl!"

"But Batman," she replied with a mischievous lilt, "I have to save you. . . I'm not doing this for you or for me, I'm doing it for all of Gotham . . . Let me save your life for Gotham City."

With his efforts to resist Ivy's kiss failing, the Batman's ever-analytical pragmatic mind finally decides that the most effective way to overcome the effects of the toxins will be to burn them off, . . . as quickly and thoroughly as possible. If he used every bit of his ingenuity, they might still be able to burn off the effects of the drugs, and capture Harley and Ivy.

"Do it," he grunts.

"Afterwards, . . . you can take me," she purred earnestly.

Pulling the shiny fabric at the front of his uniform down, Batgirl released the Batman's mighty manhood. The massive form sprang free, and now for the first time, extended to its full expansive length and girth. . . It was quite a site for the wide-eyes of the young heroine maiden. Massive, hard, throbbing, covered with pulsing red veins, angry, hot, forbidden. . . needy.

Now Batgirl slowly, tentatively reached forward and grasped the impressive column of flesh with apparent reverence. It was massive, hard, and throbbing, hot with desire. Here was the Batman's greatest vulnerability. Clearly the massive form was aching for release. Batgirl's soft slender fingers gently but firmly gripped the pulsing member with one hand, as her eyes grow wide with fascination.

At first she placed soft delicate kisses all along the length of his hard throbbing form. The softness of the gesture left him craving so much more.

As her head moved forward, her lips parted so that her pretty mouth silently opened to form a large inviting, "O."

Slowly, . . . gently, . . . tenderly, . . . gingerly, Batgirl lowered her perfect virgin mouth over the prominent spike that was the Batman's member. Her hot steamy breath coated it with dew, as her warm wet mouth slowly, finally, mercifully. . . engulfed it.

Batgirl's succulent lips formed a seal around the thick throbbing member, and her warm wet tongue began licking his needy stalk, in clever swirling motions. Gently her fingers caressed his ball sack. The simple gesture freed a long gutteral moan from the bound Batman, who at last was beginning to enjoy the overwhelming sensual onslaught.

As she stroked the mighty thing, she marveled at her creation. How easily, with this simple repetitive gesture, she had transported him to a carefree land of absolute savory bliss. It was marvelous seeing him so utterly and so easily transformed to a state of ecstasy, so alien to the Batman's regular persona. How easy is was to make him feel this spectacular universe of desirable sensations.

Now her ministrations intensified. Sucking, bobbing, twisting, moaning, . . .slurping.

"Batgirl!"

Now she pulled her mouth off of the end of him, and rubbed his stalk with both hands, while she licked the full length of him sensuously. Batgirl's busy tongue worked its magic, exciting every nerve in the Batman's stalk, thrilling his mind and his long repressed body. There was nothing the Batman could do to resist. And he no longer wanted to.

She engulfed him again. Then at the last possible moment, Batgirl withdrew, but her hand continued to firmly and briskly jerk him and crank him harder and harder toward a desperate meaty release.

Finally, somewhere deep in the night, . . . . the BATMAN erupted.

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGHH!!!!

. . . shooting jet after jet of his white seed upward, splattering all over the delicate refined features of Batgirl's perfect innocent beautiful world-famous face.

SPLAT! . . . SPLAT! . . . SPLAT! Now her cheeks and chin were splattered and dripping with generous deposits of his thick creamy ooze, as Batgirl smiled in profound, supreme, sublime satisfaction at the scene. But it was not over.

The shower of cum still spurted with unexpected volume and force, christening Batgirl's lovely innocent masked face with stripe after stripe of gooey clear fluid. SPLAT! . . . SPLAT! . . . Still more fluid splattered generously on her chest, marring her stretchy Bat emblem with gobs of goo. SPLORT! . . . SPLAT! . . .

He came ALL over her. . . SPLAT! . . . Splat! . . . splat! . . .

Now the onslaught slowed. . . and finally ebbed.

Now gingerly but indulgently, Batgirl grasped his tool delicately and rubbed the massive throbbing hyper-sensitive knob of the thing all over the surface of her face, smearing his semen all over, reveling in the moment, celebrating the gooey sticky slimy wonder of the moment. In this triumphant moment she felt more a woman than ever before.

Now her feminine hips wriggled anxiously; her lips and chin and cheeks are smeared with the stuff. . . christened with his seed. . . , as he spatters and drips more of the goo onto her breasts and cum-dappled Bat-emblem.

Her gloved hand kept stroking his shaft, urging the last of his semen to ooze slowly out of him, further dousing her hand in his come. Then for his pride's sake, she repositioned his uniform, so that he was now at last fully covered again.

Now, at last, the mighty hulking form of the Batman sagged. At last he was spent, satisfied, complete. It was done. But it was only just the beginning.

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Chapter 4: Batgirl Bound

Gripped in the throes of her madness, Batgirl basked in the thrill of success, at having successfully pleased and conquered the Batman. Then as she stood victorious over her captured boy toy, she heard him speak in a surprisingly commanding tone, "GET HER!"

Perhaps responding to his commanding tone, a nearby patch of sentry vines suddenly sprang into action. With blinding speed the animated vines leapt out toward Batgirl, quickly ensnaring her limbs, and entwining her in an inescapable network of leafy bindings.

Through the Batman's eyes, the scene is beguiling. Batgirl's lithe toned young dancer's body looked good struggling against the vines. Her every Lycra-clad muscles flexed and tensed. Her every curve was a symphony of femininity. Her thonged hips wriggled sensuously, alluringly, as the Batman looked on.

The Batman couldn't take his eyes off her tiny daring thong, stretched so snugly over her most intimate contours, her pelvis twisting, turning, and thrusting as she futilely resists her bindings.

Finally freeing a hidden Bat-knife from his gauntlet, the Batman makes a sudden slashing motion, ripping through the vines which bind him. A moment later, he pulled free.

As Batgirl struggled against her bindings, she called out for help, "Batman!" Looking up from her predicament, she was surprised to see that the Batman had escaped his bindings, and now stood before her, looming menacingly over Batgirl's tightly restrained form. The tables have turned.

"OOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Batman, help me," Batgirl whined in a breathy voice that only served to emphasize her youth and helplessness and femininity.

"I intend to, Batgirl," he responded. "I intend to help you, . . . as you helped me. . ."

For long moments, his eyes devoured the delightful form of her sensuous struggling body, so plump and round in all the right places, so slender and delicate in all the others. .

Now, in a rustling, the vines, apparently sensing the Batman's need, lifted the Batgirl up so that her squirming wriggling pelvis was at his eye level.

Now as the vines held her up, her pelvis thrust forward as the Batman approached. Standing proud and dominant before the young heroine, he enjoyed the splendid view of her body. Her arms were pinned behind her back, her prominent tempting breasts thrust forward, her body slightly reclined, her wriggling pelvis. She whimpered and cooed at his approach.

Now drawing dangerously near, he stood before her, his lips inches from her womanhood.

The tension and anticipation in the air was unbearable.

"Batman!" she cried out in desperation, but her cry received no answer.

Batgirl whined and writhed as her slender high-heeled boots were pulled wide by the vines which snugly grip her ankles.

Then slowly, deliberately, his hands cupped the underside of her tender thonged buttocks, kneading her flesh tenderly.

"MmmmmmmMMMMMmmmm!"

His eager hands gripped her thighs, massaged her hips, caressed her tight abs, massaged her mound, and cupped and clutched at her curvy buttocks.

"Oooooooooooo-hh!"

She gasped in pleasure at his touch, driving the frenzied girl to throw her head back in abandon at the onrushing sensations. Her back arched sharply, her tender pointed breasts thrust skyward. Now the vines lowered her back down to the floor, upright and level with the Batman.

Removing his hands from their envied position on her buttocks, he reached up and grasped her firm prominent breasts eagerly, forcing another gasping moan from the helpless pinned heroine.

"Unghhhh-hh!"

Her breasts were nicely firm and round, soft and pointed. All of her was available to him, his for the taking. Now the animal-bat inside him began to take over.

Suddenly he steps away, the abruptness of the separation causing her to gasp.

Now the Batman moved slowly, as he took up a position behind Batgirl. Grasping Batgirl from behind, he held her securely, then pulling a Bat-sleep rag from his utility belt, he placed the damp rag over her face, muffling her cries.

As Batgirl continued to "Mmmph!" and "Pmmmph!" and squirm in his grip, every button in the Batman's male psyche seemed to get pushed simultaneously. As the mind control chemicals nullified his inhibitions, and intensified his normal male cravings by a factor of 1,000, the Batman suddenly felt his brawny instincts take over. He could feel her muscles flex. Suddenly he loved the feeling of the tiny delicate waif of a girl held in his massive arms. The scent of her hair suddenly thrilled him. The sight of her curvaceous skin-tight uniform kindled the fires of his imagination. Suddenly his instincts were becoming more and more. . . primal.

He knew better than to rely on his raw instincts, but somehow the cravings in his mind and his body were more persuasive and pervasive than ever before.

He - wanted - her. . . . NOW.

The simple act of holding Batgirl from behind meant that his hips were now pressed rather firmly up against her shapely posterior. In seconds his bulge began to stiffen involuntarily against the soft welcoming groove between her buttocks. The impressive dimensions of his ever-hardening shaft made it impossible for Batgirl to ignore, and she thrilled at the sensations of his massive manhood. The presence of it made her squirm and wriggle all the more, . . . to better appreciate what she thought she was feeling.

Caught up in the effects of Ivy's poison kiss, the Batman now suddenly reached around and caught Batgirl's large heavy breasts in his hands, mauling them unapologetically. Her breasts were huge, soft, round, supple, and natural. Wrapped in the clingy fabric of her Batgirl suit, they were a breath-taking sight to behold, but even more impressive to touch, . . . squeezable, firm, pliant, buoyant. As Batgirl's eyelids began to sag in a deep stupor, her eyes began to roll up into her head. Now her dark eyelashes began to flutter as she pulled against the Batman's grip, this time more weakly.

"MMMmmmmmmmmmm. . ." she moaned as her strength left her, and her body began flailing and swaying weakly and without coordination. A warm familiar but unwanted tingle grew between her thighs. What was happening? Now her lovely clear blue eyes rolled up deep into her head, as the Batman pressed himself hard up against the cleft in Batgirl's soft inviting buttocks. So round, so soft, so good. . .

Now Batgirl's sensuous struggles slowed to a gentle writhing action. Her gaze was now clouded and glazed.

As Batgirl remained held in the Batman's iron grip, the masked hero took a moment to enjoy the dazed look of placid calm that had just come over Batgirl's astonishingly comely face.

"MMMMMM-NNNNNnnnnnnn!!" Batgirl sighed.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . ."

As Batgirl's entire curvaceous body went limp, and her arms fell slack, the Batman slowly removed the soaked cloth from her mouth, allowing her pretty cowled head to loll forward against her chest, her lithe body collapsing utterly into the Batman's arms.

As the chloroform-like Bat-sleep took effect, Batgirl's mind drifted lazily, crazily, through lemon-scented clouds, her mind and body spinning through an ever-spiraling weightless world of color and light . . .

Given the rare and delicious opportunity, the Batman continued to grope his partner's prominent and prodigious chest at length. Naturally, the unconscious Batgirl offered no resistance as he groped, fondled, mauled, and man-handled her heavy succulent mammaries, and divine pouting thonged buttocks.

Tired from the strain of the fight, at long last, the vines released their grip on the thoroughly subdued and now utterly docile Batgirl. Then Batman scooped Batgirl up in his arms. He carried the dozing heroine over his shoulder, openly groping and mauling her upturned thronged ass with verve, skill, and abandon.

He carried Batgirl to an area where some crates were stacked up at a convenient level. Then bending over, he laid the slender curvaceous form of the heroine down, stretching her athletic frame out over the pallets and crates, using the boxes again as a makeshift examination table.

"OOOOOooooooooooooooooooo . . ." the dozing heroine cooed.

Now the Dark Knight looked down on the sprawling heroine admiringly. As he stepped back, he gazed down at the succulent form of the reclining Batgirl, and stopped for a moment to drink in her delicious curves with unabashed awe.

Her physique was amazing. Everything on Batgirl's body was right where it belonged, . . . and then some. Her slender dancer's physique was a remarkable blend of sensuous, perky, athletic, simultaneously innocent and seductive, and somehow downright sprightly. Even after having spent time with some of Gotham's most beautiful women: (Catwoman, Talia, and Poison Ivy,) Bruce had never encountered a woman who was quite as intoxicating as Batgirl. Batgirl was utterly unique in the Batman's experience. A fascinating mixture of girlish innocence and raw womanly sensuality, this law-biding crime-fighter was the epitome of squeaky clean wholesome girl-next-door charm, all wrapped up in a marvelously revealing uniform that dripped fetish-appeal. Somehow that uniform was just the cherry on the top for Batman. While her uniform was designed to be a tribute to his own guise of pure demonic intimidation, when Barbara wore the outfit, it came off as pure cheescake, . . . in a good way. Dressed in her revealing Batgirl uniform, the crime-fighter's awe-inspiring hot little body left little to the imagination. While at the same time, it genuinely inspired the Batman's imagination.

Now gazing down at his stalwart partner, Bruce found his pulse pounding as he took in the view of the spectacularly beautiful groggy and intensely aroused heroine. While he wanted desperately to resist the cravings that filled every pore of his body, the raw need of his body under the influence of Ivy's kiss were utterly overwhelming, and the sensual smorgasbord before him was simply an opportunity not to be missed. For long moments he resisted the temptation to touch her again. It was wrong to take advantage of a sleeping woman, the Batman told himself. Now the poison was working hard to overwhelm his willpower. It was so hard to think. His passions were raging. The room was spinning. He was the BATMAN. Somehow he HAD to resist.

Suddenly Poison Ivy's words came back to him: ". . .the poison kiss that I just gave you, and the nectar treatment that we've already given to Batgirl will do more that just turn you two on; . . . it alters the chemistry of the victim's brain, filling it with lethal poisons. Unless you two indulge yourself in the most intimate of pleasures, . . . again and again, and again over the next several hours, you will both eventually go . . . quite mad I'm afraid, and then, sadly, . . . you WILL die."

Had it been Batman's life on the line, he would have sacrificed it willingly. But now Batgirl's life was on the line. There was only one thing to do.

Batgirl gave no resistance as Batman began stroking the masked heroine's soft shapely tapered thighs. The Lycra uniform that Batgirl was wearing picked up a nice highlight that only emphasized the sleekness of the heroine's shapely thighs. Coyly, his stroking hands drew ever higher along Batgirl's inner thighs, but still no resistance was offered. Only a faint cooing sound issued from Batgirl's pursed lips, "Oooooooooooooooooo. . ."

Now, holding hid breath, he gently squeezed Batgirl's right pointed breast. . . then her left. It was delicious. So firm, and soft, and pointed. . . the nipple just barely visible through the Lycra.

Batman glanced around, half-expecting something to interrupt his secret indulgence. Surely, Harley and Ivy would return at any moment with a video camera to record the incriminating scene. But nothing happened. No interruptions. The man-beast in him could hardly believe his luck. The raw Cro-Magnon male that lurked deep inside the Batman, began to take over.

Now gently, he reached for the belt-buckle at the front of Batgirl's utility belt. With all the care he would use to diffuse a bomb, he gently, carefully unfastened the masterfully crafted high-tech metal mechanism with a rewarding, " . . . click." Then with equal care, he slowly reverently slipped expensive piece of equipment from Batgirl's impressive hips. It was wrong, . . . forbidden, for crime-fighters to be motivated by such base urges, . . . but somehow that made it all the more wonderful. The moment was dominated by absolute silence. You could have heard a pin drop.

Next, rolling Batgirl over, he glowered at the contours of her impossibly irresistible ass. For a moment, the striking sight of the heroine's unresisting backside took his breath away. It was remarkable, . . . exquisite. It was so plump, so soft, so naughty, so pliant, forbidden, so tempting, so curvy, so cushiony, . . . and Batgirl offered not the least bit of resistance. Bruce marveled at the plump resilient bouncy rotund forms . . . They were just the right size, just the right consistency, just the right everything. The daring thong that the sexy heroine wore only served to emphasize the round curvy forms. Bruce was living every fanboy's dream, and he knew it, as he began to imagine the possibilities of a wonderfully loooong evening ahead of them.

Now Batgirl was in a deeply groggy, highly aroused state. Under the influence of the anti-inhibition arousal drugs, she was beginning to wake up, but was utterly unwilling to resist the sexy way that the Batman was beginning to grope and stroke her body.

As he groped her shapely Lycra-clad ass, Batgirl began pushing her ass back against the Batman's commanding hands. Thanks to Poison Ivy's arousal inducing tranquilizer drug, Batgirl's young body was alive with desire, and under the effects of his own dose of Ivy's kiss, the Batman was now more than willing to oblige. Now Batgirl reached forward, and took her lover's hand, guiding it from her tempting curvy ass to the area just between her legs. Together they began tracing the outline of the V-shaped mound at the front of Batgirl's pelvis. The triangular pad of flesh was nicely shaped, and divinely forbidden. Now he began stroking Batgirl's mound, as the sensuous heroine thrust her hips lasciviously against her lover, groaning in appreciation of her lover's skillful ministrations.

"Ohhhhh, yeahhhhhhhh. . ." she gasped as Batman gently and cleverly stroked her needy mound.

Now gazing at her beautiful face, the Batman was inspired by her comely features, and leaned over to kiss her glossy red lips. Batgirl's soft pouting lips parted tenderly, surrendering themselves submissively to the Batman's kiss. Her eyes opened wide as he unexpectedly inserted his tongue, deep into Batgirl's mouth. Then, after a moment of confusion, the heroine's eyes closed too, her dark lashes fluttering, as she submitted to the pure sensuality of the moment.

Batgirl twisted sensuously as the kiss continued far longer than was necessary, a faint breathy moan of submission and sensual surrender escaping the heroine's lips, "MMMM-mmmmmhhhhhh-mmmmmhhhhh-hh!"

Now his hand reached behind her and clutched the soft yielding curves of her perfect forbidden ass. The moment was perfect for both of them.

Now the semi-conscious heroine parted her legs invitingly.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . ." she moaned, thrusting her pelvis upward against him, arching her back seductively. At last, she was getting it on with the one an only world-famous Batman, . . . in the field. It was thrilling beyond words.

"Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . Yesssssssssssssssss. . ." as the heat intensified.

Clearly, she was getting into it.

He stroked Batgirl's shapely inner thighs and shapely mound with utter abandon as the heroine cooed in excitement. Batgirl's legs squirmed in arousal and writhed in sensuous delight at the indulgent forbidden fires that her lover was fanning to all new heights.

He marveled as Batgirl lifted her hips off of the crates, then dropped back down, the heroine's soft jello-like cushiony buttocks quivering slightly as they flattened gratifyingly against the crates.

"Unnngghhhhh!" she moaned eagerly, desperately. "Ohhhhh!" she whined, desperate for release.

Now his hand moved from her groin to grab her needy pointed breast, a moment later, his large hand cupped her soft curvy ass again, squeezing and kneading it lustfully. An instant later it went back to her most needy spot. It was all too much for Batgirl. Never before has she known such lust, such intense need. Never before has she been so needed, so desired. Never before had she felt such passion in a moment, such intense pleasure. Never before has she loved a man so completely. Never before has she felt such--

"UNNNNNAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Batgirl's head snapped back as the most violent ruthless orgasm of her young life detonated between her legs. Her young pert breasts suddenly jerked skyward, as her back arched sharply. "UUUUUN-HHHHHHHKKKKK--!!" The pleasure was blinding, unstoppable, a devastating tidal wave of unmitigated sweet ecstatic release. For long glorious moments the world faded away as the pleasure of a lifetime possessed every nerve in her slight body, like a demon of pure unrestrained pleasure.

A gush of warm slick liquid exploded between her legs, and against his fingers as the Batman watched in fascination at the awkward jerking spasms of his beautiful young partner. With her eyes winced shut, and her pretty mouth locked in a grimace, she was clearly riding the crest of an uncontainable pleasure, a devastating rapture that she would not soon forget. For long moments she rode the crest of that tide to another world of time and space, before it finally slowly receded, leaving her limp powerless body awash on the shores of afterglow.

At long last, when the frenzy of her ecstatic release had crested, the slender tapered limbs of her delicate curvaceous body began to slow. Now she drifted in a dreamy post-orgasmic stupor, a languorous existence of pure smoky afterglow.

Watching the sexy young heroine bask in the dreamy jingle-jangle of her afterglow, the Batman enjoyed the fruits of his labor. For the moment he had done all that he could to save her life . . . Now it was his turn.

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Pulling the slowly writhing slumbering heroine up, he slung her slender sexy form off of the shipping crates and hoisted her over one shoulder. The next scene in this little drama deserved a better setting.

Now he gave the inert heroine's wide feminine ass a loving pat, causing a tantalizing quiver to shudder through her lovely plump buttocks. Her ass was perhaps Batgirl's best physical attribute, the Batman thought to himself as he groped her perfect bottom possessively.

As Batgirl slept, the Batman, still possessed only by Poison Ivy's poison kiss, carried Batgirl back to the office area of the factory facility. Here he was pleased to find a king sized bed, where apparently Harley and Ivy had been sleeping. The sheets were fresh, and newly washed.

As he approached, he flopped Batgirl's inert form down on the bed, causing the dozing heroine's breasts to flop and wobble crazily. Now the Cro-Magnon in Batman was ready to begin to truly indulge himself with Batgirl's nicely delicious and available body.

Climbing excitedly onto the bed, he slipped alongside Batgirl's dozing body. Sidling up alongside her, the Batman couldn't get over how good it felt to slide up against her.

Now moonlight poured in from the skylight above, giving a wonderful soft glow to the insensate heroine's supple body. For the first time he noticed Batgirl's erect nipples were clearly visible through the taut fabric of her tights.

The dazzling forbidden Bat-emblem emblazoned across her remarkable chest, so long a symbol of justice now took on a new dimension, stretched as it was over his new lover's perfect pouting breasts.

Reaching forward, he gripped her partner's uniform, and in a sudden jerking motion, quickly ripped the front of Batgirl's proud Bat-symbol wide open. "RRRRRRRRip!!"

The resulting opening at the front of Batgirl's uniform revealed the buxom heroine's proud plump cleavage. It was a sight that the detective would never forget.

As he gazed now at his delicious "sleeping beauty," his mind was filled with devious ideas that needed to explored, . . . now.

Next, the Batman rolled the dozing Batgirl over onto her side, and ever-so-slowly unzipped the zipper at the back of the crimefighter's uniform. The sound of that zipper slowly unzipping was magnificent, a moment of victory. It was a wonderful moment, and Bruce savored it with relish. It would only take a few more moments to remove the rest of the sleeping heroine's uniform, he thought to herself with devious intent, and then set about the envious task with vigor.

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Now Batgirl lay helpless on the bed, stripped down to her cowl, gloves, boots, and a daring shiny blue-black thong. . . But Bruce had so much more in mind. Spooning her closely from behind, Bruce's bulge was now nicely wedged up against Batgirl's cool smooth naked thonged ass, pressing deep into the cleavage between her cool clean buttocks, pressing hard against her mound. As he spooned her, his hands greedily groped the cool perfect flesh of her pert naked breasts, and her tiny rose colored Bat-nipples. In mere moments his massive manhood was hard as a rock, like a long iron spike. Now he absent-mindedly stroked her naked hips and thighs, his fingers tracing the lines of her comically brief thong as its daring clever lines slid furtively across the perfect flowing contours of her body. Throbbing as he was, wedged hard against her cove, he knew he could not resist her for much longer.

Stepping over to a filing cabinet that served as a night-stand, Batman picked up an herbal massage oil that Ivy had left behind. The thick sweet-smelling liquid smelled of peaches and apricots.

Climbing luxuriously onto the bed with his dozing post-orgasmic partner, the Batman smoothed some of the sensuous fragrant liquid onto the fronts of Batgirl's perfect gymnast's thighs, and then gingerly poured some more over the rest of her body. As he slowly began to smear the hot oil over his partner's succulent legs, hips, and abs, the simple gesture stepped up the intensity of both Bat-heroes' arousal by several dramatic notches.

Both heroes reveled in the experience as Batman gratuitously and luxuriously covered every inch of Batgirl's hot little dozing body with the smooth slick shiny oil. The liquid seemed to adore Batgirl's body, as it glided smoothly over her curves, coating her skin in a slick shiny lustrous sheen. Rolling Batgirl over for a moment, to give him access to the heroine's tempting backside, Bruce's hands luxuriated in the yielding flesh of Batgirl's soft pliant shiny oiled buttocks. Got long moments he indulged himself in the sensuous delights of her unresisting oiled thronged ass. Only when her entire body was completely covered and glistening wet with the oils, did Bruce notice the label "Herbal Arousal Oil" on Ivy's concoction. "All the better," he thought absent-mindedly to herself.

Only now did Batgirl begin to stir. Fired by Ivy's passion potion, and the newly applied arousal oils, the waking young heroine was all too pleased to find herself stripped nearly naked in bed with her would-be lover. In moments, she turned around to face him. She noticed that he had now removed his shirt and cape, revealing his impressive male physique, covered as it was with the scars from many battles. Now they leaned together, and spontaneously their lips met, and then parted, as mouths opened, and their tongues deliciously intertwined. Now their tongues and their bodies intertwined as passion overwhelmed their better judgement. Batman's eager hands plunged longingly into the soft yielding flesh of her slick oiled ass, as she surrendered herself to him fully.

Wanting more physical contact, the groggy Batgirl grabbed and pulled blindly at her forbidden Bat-lover. Sensing Batgirl's need, the Batman eagerly responded, sliding nervously and excitedly up alongside the slick dosed heroine. With their skin anxious for contact, the two heroes' slick lubricated bodies intertwined. The sensation was divine.

Batgirl was fascinated by the feeling of the Batman's skin against her shiny-slick nearly naked oiled body. The intensity of the sensual embrace was an undeniably beguiling and intriguing experience.

Batgirl coooed as the Batman cupped her naked squirming quivering fleshy thonged ass in his hands. Her ass felt so cool, and yet . . . so warm, so good in his hands. So soft and firm in his hands, so tender, so slick, so intriguing, . . . forbidden, so good, so intimate, so raw. Bruce slid his leg up in between Batgirl's slender thighs. Lost in her need-state, Batgirl reflexively returned the embrace, and soon the heroes' legs were neatly interlaced.

Batgirl's need for human contact at this moment overwhelmed any other consideration, and as she clutched Bruce's massive physique, the forbidden nature of the embrace with her mentor only fanned the flames of her desire higher. The warmth and affection of another human body felt good, . . . so good to Batgirl. The succulent feeling of his powerful hands on her shapely buttocks and forbidden breasts intensified Batgirl's sensations ten-fold. Reflexively, Batgirl began thrusting her groin against her lover's tender warm toned thigh, with enticing little thrusts. Moving her pelvis this way and that, she quickly climbed the scale of desire, her face flushed, her body alive with rampant need, pushing against the Batman's hard body.

"What a little firecracker!" Bruce thought, groping Batgirl's curvy ass, feeling her damp mound against his thigh. Bruce groped Batgirl's naked breasts and ass, thrusting his groin against her nicely toned thigh. Batgirl's unabashed affection and energetic gymnast's body was just what the Batman needed, a little healthy lusty gratification and affection in a career that had been an endless parade of enemies and dangers.

At that moment, Batgirl was thinking the very same thoughts. Now she would indulge her own lusty body in this forbidden but well-deserved release.

Soooo goooood. . .

But suddenly, the Batman stopped.

"What is it?" Batgirl asked, surprised by his abrupt cessation.

"TIE HER DOWN!" the Batman commanded in a loud voice. In a moment, more of Ivy's sentry plants, stationed at the four corners of the bed suddenly reached upward and spiraled around Batgirl's wrists and ankles, establishing a firm and certain grip. While the strange mutant plants normally responded only to Poison Ivy's commands, they now seemed to respond reflexively to the commanding tone of the Batman's voice, suddenly pulling the lithe heroine into a revealing "spread eagle" position on her back.

"That's better!" pronounced the Batman with a devilish grin, a tinge of madness now creeping into his voice. "Now I will deal with you. . . as I have always wanted to. . ."

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Chapter 5: Bound For Peril

Now Batgirl's supple body, was stretched wide, her innocent masked face, so beautiful and mysterious, was overcome with wide-eyed shock and bewilderment. Was this the madness that Ivy had foretold? With her naked oiled limbs stretched wide and neatly bound before him, Batgirl found herself uniquely and completely vulnerable.

"MAKE IT TIGHTER!" the mad Batman commanded, a look of devious intent flashing in his eyes. In a flash, snarled vines restricted Batgirl's arms and legs again, stretching her into an even more snug spread-eagle position.

With Batgirl nicely restrained, the Batman, possessed by a raw animalistic lust and madness, glared with unabashed appreciation of Batgirl's deliciously displayed body. It was perfect. Bound, oiled, nearly naked, and writhing with desire, Batgirl was a seething cauldron of sexual need. He had her right where he wanted her.

"What are you doing?" Batgirl asked, astonished at the sudden change, and the look of madness in her partner's eyes.

Reaching over to a file cabinet that had been serving as a nightstand, Batman picked up one of Harley's "joy buzzers," one she had evidently left behind during her hurried exit. Unlike the Joker's device of the same name, it had no weaponized or lethal settings. Instead it contained only a simple vibrating mechanism found in any such off the shelf gag-gift. Now activating it, Bruce noticed its gentle purring sound.

"I HAVE A NEW TOY FOR YOU," the Batman suggested, brandishing the new buzzing device for Batgirl to see. "LET'S SEE IF YOU LIKE IT," he offered mischievously, as he climbed into bed with her.

Guiding the buzzing device along the front panel of Batgirl's shiny thong, he traced the contours of the defenseless woman's mound.

Using the vibrating device with consummate skill, the Batman whipped Batgirl into a lathered and heated frenzy. It was unbearable, unstoppable. Batgirl's young full thighs, stretched tight as they were, writhed and shimmied lustfully, as her libido-crazed hips thrust desperately toward a much-needed release. It was so good. With nothing short of profound patience and masterful skill he slowly worked the aphrodisiac-laden heroine into a remarkable and memorable lather.

Soon Batgirl's body was writhing again with desperate need.

In another moment, the Batman resumed his stroking petting gestures, and Batgirl's heavily dosed body began responding nicely, just as before. Now Batgirl began breathing deeply, moaning her approval of her captor's affections. Soon the Batman's ministrations had driven both heroes into a heated frenzy.

Now the sensations between the masked young heroine's legs were too magnificent to ignore. She couldn't imagine any reason not to indulge herself, and explore these feelings . . . to the fullest.

Batgirl's hips lunged greedily and obscenely at Batman's willing fingertips, as the young heroine eagerly approached a much needed release.

Harley had effectively worked Batgirl into a writhing mass of pent up desire. Batgirl's ripe body writhed and squirmed, seething with powerful unfulfilled desires. Batgirl's pretty little face contorted into hot expressions, as she neared her desired goal.

At last, Batgirl spoke up above the sounds of gasping and moaning, "Finishhhhhh meeeeeeeee. . ." Batgirl she pleaded desperately.

The Batman reached again between Batgirl's writhing thighs to stroke and massage her wet needy mound. The soft pad of flesh now squished with heated moisture. It was hyper-sensitive now, as she was so close to a release. Batgirl's face grimaced and her pretty red lips parted to reveal clenched teeth, as she ground her pelvis lasciviously against Harley's clever mischievous knowing fingers.

Nothing had ever felt so good before. . .

Soooo close. . .

Sensing the imminent climax of her unlikely partner, the Batman quickly obliged, eagerly pleasuring her, as Batgirl humping his hand, thrusting with abandon. His fingers felt amazing rubbing up hard against her needy mound. . . The squishing and the pleasure were irresistible.

The pleasure was so intense, . . . Soooo close. . . Soooo harrrrrd. . . Got to--

Suddenly, a look of unparalleled desperation and intensity came over Batgirl's face.

"Oh God!" Batgirl thought. It was going to happen! Just a few more seconds. . .

Batgirl's needy little bud was so close now, as the lunging reached a fevered pitch.

"Yeahhh! . . . Yeahhh! . . ."

It wouldn't take much more now.

"mmmmmmmMMMMNNGGRRR…"

Now Batgirl's shapely pelvis and full buttocks thrust with a new-found determination as she ground her soaking mound hard in one last desperate push for release.

"There! That was it! That was the spot! OH!-- Oh, God-- Oh--"

And then it happened.

"rrrrrrrRRRRRRRRR-UUUUUUUUUNNGGGGGHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!"

The rapture detonated within Batgirl with a sudden, certain, and merciless ferocity. Batgirl exploded in an orgasm that seemed like the end of the world. Reality as she knew it seemed to come unhinged as amazing feelings of unbridled rapture played out between the young heroine's legs. A cataclysmic orgasm that left all others utterly behind, detonated in the needy bud between Batgirl's tender young thighs. Pure divine exploding forbidden rapture, the likes of which she had never before fathomed, expanded in all directions, vanquishing forever any and all thoughts of resistance or reluctance.

The expression on Batgirl's face was priceless.

Her body jerked in powerful ungainly exuberant spasms, as wave after wave of forbidden ecstasy pulsed fervently between her legs. Her gloved hands clutched unapologetically at her groin, as the torrential pleasures gutted her composure. No one need ever know, but . . . Nothing had ever felt this good. . . . Nothing.

With the pleasure came a watershed of liquid, exploding and detonating between her legs, dousing her costume, and that of her forbidden lover with warm wet bath of gushing liquid love.

"HGGHHTT--!!!
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
HUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!

Such sudden and ferocious terrible bliss.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" She whined, as he back arched sharply, lifting her groin heavenward.

"Hghhtt!!"

Batgirl's slender shapely limbs flailed with uncoordinated gangly desperation, as her body futilely sought to contain the firestorm of uncontainable explosive sensations.
Batgirl's head snapped to the left and right, her teeth barred in determination, the delicate lines of her face were tormented by the savage ruthless intensity of it all.

"Soooo goood! . . ."

Batgirl rode the tsunami of pleasures for what seemed like an eternity. For long greedy moments she savored the pure perfect forbidden sopping wet rapture of it all. For long moments, her tense body jerked in violent spasms, as the powerful climax had its way with her.

Batman watched with wide-eyed wonder, in humble admiration of the spectacle before him, as Batgirl rode out her personal storm. Bruce had never seen or felt anything quite like the total surrender he was witnessing in this moment.

"HHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
Batgirl's body continued to quake and tremble, her breasts quivering deliciously with each spasm of the violent pleasurable discharge. The burst of devastating pleasures and delights filled the space between her legs with an endless sparkling explosion of forbidden delights.

"WOW!!!!" was all Batgirl could think or feel . . . Still, for now, the earth-shaking sensations still shivering through her body would be enough. Coherent thought would have to come later. Movement was impossible at this point. Shell-shocked by the power of her release, Batgirl could only lie transfixed in a stupor of smoky smoldering post-orgasmic pleasure. It was magnificent beyond all words, and she could only coo in grateful helplessness as the afterglow washed over her perfect limp feminine physique.

When the worst of the storm had passed, and Batgirl basked in a still intense afterglow, still writhing, still cooing in the fabulous magical sensations that lingered throughout her body. Her groin was now soaked with her own hot wet guilty juices. It was so f-ing good. . . as she shamelessly ground her hips, squishing her sopping wet mound with guilty pleasure and abandon.

For his part, the Batman had simply enjoyed the spectacle during the worst of Batgirl's ferocious orgasmic spasms. It had been such a delight to see this pillar of justice, this symbol of purity, strength, discipline, and training surrender herself so fully and so whole-heartedly to life's guiltiest of pleasures. While Batgirl's violent jerking motions would normally have seemed unflattering, something about the total abandon with which Batgirl now surrendered herself to the relentless pleasure made the ungainly motions seem rather charming and endearing.

But there was one more thing. There, between Batgirl's thighs, her tiny love triangle bore ample evidence of the encounter. Here, her thong was darkened by a large wet stain of Batgirl's hot wet juices, giving ample and undeniable evidence of the enormity of the heroine's self-indulgent release. The generous dose of the hot wet fluid left no doubt as to the success of the Batman's ministrations.

Now as the worst of the storm passed, intense lightning bolts of pleasure still discharged sporadically within Batgirl's lithe curvaceous frame, prompting tiny little whispery whimpers from her slender throat and her tempting lips. But the devastating rapture had left the slender heroine exhausted. Physical movement was literally an impossibility. Then a few seconds later, . . . she collapsed, . . . totally spent.

Gazing up with bleary eyes, Batgirl now noticed the raging bulge at the front of her partner's shiny trunks, the outline of his manhood evident like a steely-straight spike. As he towered over her.

Now climbing onto the bed again, and onto Batgirl's spent form, he lowered his body onto hers. She could feel his steely hard spike pressing and sliding over her most sensitive mound, as he thrust and ground his hips gratuitously against hers. Batgirl reveled in the hardness of her body. Would he take her here and now, bound as she was?

Just as she was just bracing herself to be mounted, Bruce stopped.

"TURN HER OVER," the Batman commanded.

Responding dutifully, Ivy's twisted vines, quickly sprang into action, turning the astonished heroine over without ever loosening their grip.

Batgirl tossed a pillow into the center of the bed during the middle of the maneuver, so that by the time she was face down, her hips and bottom were nicely raised, . . . at an inviting angle.

"Wh-CRACK!!" The sound of the Batman's hand furtively slapping the rounded fleshy ass of his partner echoed throughout the factory. As his hand impacts Batgirl's glutes, the fleshy toned and relaxed muscle mass dimpled enticingly. For an instant, it contorted, distortsed, wobbled, trembled, and then quickly jounced back to it original perky shape.

Now, fanning his cape out over both of them, the Batman stretched the length of his body over Batgirl's outstretched form, wedging the bulge of his manhood hard against the fullness of her ass. Stretched out and pinned as she was, Batgirl could feel the strength of his body, . . . the hard insistence of his stalk pressing into her. Freeing his shaft from the confines of his uniform, he allowed it to press against the full cheeks of her naked thronged upturned ass, then guided it into the groove between them. He gasped now as the coolness of her womanly ass pressed against the heat of him. Greedily, he slid along the groove between her buttocks. He needed more.

Now self-lubricating he repositioned himself so that the full length of his shaft pressed straight down between her thighs. As if sensing his need, Ivy's vines responded, by pulling Batgirl's legs together, closing her legs together on him. Now pinned between her slick juicy thighs, he began to stroke in and out of the soft tight vice that held him.

Now Batgirl could feel the weight of him thrusting insistently against her upturned ass. His thrusts were smooth, powerful, masterful, but he needed more.

Now repositioning again, he found her true core.

"Oh, Batman!" Batgirl whispered wide-eyed, "You mustn't!" But she knew that what was to come. Splayed out there as she was. Deliciously naked, bound, masked and vulnerable, her sexy ass upturned for the taking, she was irresistible.

"Oh, Batman!" she whispered in a breathy tone . . . "take me."

Like a dragon released from a cage, those words freed the Batman's raging need, and in a moment he slid by the narrow strip of her thing, plunging into the warm welcoming depths of her tight slick womanhood. Thrusting and stabbing with needy desperation, he pushed deeper and deeper until he had thrust himself into the hilt. Now deeply impaling her perfect twenty-something ass, the paused to savor the total masterful victory which he had achieved over this perfect ripe tightly bound specimen of fetishistic femininity.

He was fucking Batgirl.

With the realization of that moment, he now began thrusting in earnest. Thrusting, stabbing, lunging, crushing against the cool cheeks of her perfect resilient hot little ass. He loved the little whiney yelps that escaped her lips with each thrust, the way her bottom bounced and quivered with each thrust, the quaver in her voice which came each time his hips impacted against hers. But most of all, he loved the resignation in her voice. She was his to be used as he saw fit, to use in any way that delighted him. She was his for the taking. And now this plucky little upstart, this presumptuous little protégé, was about to get everything he had to give.

Batgirl could not fathom the size of him. Fit so snug and tight, so slick, deep within her, he fanned the flames of her most precious need.

And now the sheer undeniable hotness of her tight little thronged ass became too much for him. He ground himself against her ass, and in a moment, he exploded inside her.

A strained grunt was all that his voice released, but deep inside her, torrents of pumping seed filled her loins. His massive body stiffed against her, crushingher buoyant ass, filling her. Pump, pump, pump, pump, . . pump!

Pump, pump, pump, pump, . . pump! Would it never end?

Now he withdrew, and wiped the seedy dew of his manhood off on her ass, covering the pretty sight of her perfect blemishless ass with the thick oozy goo of his wet dripping seed.

One more spurt jetted from him, pooling at the small of her back.

As the aftershocks not tremorred through his body, they both knew that the worst of it was over.

Now utterly spent, the Batman covered himself and rolled off of Batgirl's succulent bottom, onto the bed next to her.

Now the vines, tiring of their hard work restraining Batgirl, release their grip on her.

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When the Batman finally comes to his senses, it is the familiar sound of distant police sirens that wakes him.

Glancing over at his curvy partner, he finds her slumbering still. Having felt a chill at some point during the night, she had pulled on her uniform again, so she now lies before him, asleep, but fully dressed in her uniform.

In an instant he realizes that Poison Ivy has made good on her threat to send the police and media in on them, to find them in a compromising position. He knows it would be the ultimate tabloid fodder to have pictures of Batman and Batgirl sleeping together on the job.

Batman quickly attempts to rouse Batgirl, but she is unresponsive. He remembers with sober clarity Ivy's claim that her aphrodisiac lipstick could induce periods of delirium and unconsciousness.

The sounds of the sirens are drawing near.

Acting fast, grabs several small specially formulated smoke grenades from his utility belt, and throwing them down sharply against the floor, detonates them all around the bed. Instantly, the sentry vines recoil. The fumes will not harm humans, but they are lethal to vegetation.

Now Batman scoops up Batgirl's limp groggy body, and tosses her enticingly over one shoulder. Moving swiftly toward the nearest exit, with a curvaceous parcel draped dramatically over one shoulder, the daring crime-fighter speaks into his wrist-mounted comm. unit, in a low tone, "BATMOBILE," he commands, "Immediate EVAC."

As the duo reach the nearest exit, the legendary BATMOBILE screeches to a halt just outside the door. The sound of police sirens is now notably nearer.

Quickly and carefully, the Dark Knight deposits Batgirl's enticing inert form in the passenger seat of the heavily armored vehicle. Already the flash of approaching red and blue police lightbars illuminates the scene. In an instant, the Batman is behind the wheel.

The Batmobile's rocket booster ignites, as the stealthy vehicle slips off into the night.

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Chapter 6: Bound for Home

As the awe-inspiring BATMOBILE zoomed through the streets, two-bit hoodlums receded into the shadows and wisely decided to lay low, . . . at least for the night. There was no use trying to conduct "business" with "bats" in the neighborhood.

Within the dark tinted cockpit of the gleaming black, immaculately clean, bullet-proof vehicle, the Batman is behind the wheel. In the seat next to him, the sleek curvaceous form of the one and only "Batgirl" is reclined, and unconscious.

Snugly clad in a sleek revealing form-fitting unitard, Batgirl's lithe young dancer's physique fit oh-so-neatly into the advanced high-tech cockpit. Pinned into her ergonomically designed ejection eat by an elaborate 5-point harness that was designed for maximum safety, the various straps and buckles of the Batmobile's advanced restraint system hugged Batgirl's tender young body with nearly "fetishistic" efficiency. Two curved straps were positioned snugly around her rib-cage, gently but none-too-subtly lifting her already impressive bust line. Two more curved straps passed directly over the top of her chest, squeezing the soft cushiony forms out even further. Yet another strap dipped devilishly into the deep into the cleavage between her firm ripe breasts, effectively encircling, enhancing, and displaying the curvy pointed protruding masterpieces, as nature thrust them nicely forward and upward with sublime grace. Still another strap mischievous strap slipped downward, disappearing enticingly between the young crime fighter's full sleek enchanting tapered thighs.

Her long dark lashes are beautiful, as she sleeps.

As the Batmobile's glowing dashboard illuminated the striking features of her lovely masked face, and famous bat-emblem that stretched seductively across her impressive bustline, the Batman coolly monitored the status of various on-board systems.

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It was nearly sunup as the gleaming form of the legendary BATMOBILE rumbled into the secret entrance to the famous BATCAVE. As the BATMOBILE entered the secret lair, Batman looked over nervously at his delirious partner, the Batgirl, as she suffered in the throes of one of Poison Ivy's most insidious potions. Her lithe slender curvaceous young dancer's body writhed sensuously in her seat. Batman knew that his young partner had endured a potentially lethal dose of the vile poison. Only by acting quickly does he have any chance to save her.

As soon as the mighty Batmobile screeches to a halt, the caped crusader sprang from his seat, to better inspect his partner. As the turntable automatically activated, turning the Batmobile 180 degree around, to be ready for its next emergency launch, the Batman dashed around to the other side. Plucking his partner out of the snug cockpit, he hurriedly slung her limp body over one shoulder, and quickly carried her toward the nearest examination table. Her wide womanly hips and full prominent thonged buttocks sat high on his shoulder. Her long tapered dancer's legs, sleek shiny high heeled boots, and slender arms dangled and swung helplessly as he moves. His hand cupped her curvy thonged buttocks to steady her. His hands absent-mindedly squeezed the soft fleshy forms as he held her. His fingers traced the outline of her thong as it plunged deep between the soft round quivering buttocks.

He enjoyed the way the dark shiny fabric of her thong disappears down between the round buoyant forms of her soft quivering flanks.

As he tops a short rise of stairs with the sensual package flung over his shoulder, he saw Alfred approaching.

Seeing the incapacitated Batgirl draped over the Dark Knight's shoulder, the elderly English butler was understandably concerned.

"My word, Sir! . . . What's happened?"

"Poison Ivy's pheromone poison. . . It could lead to madness . . . or worse . . ."

"But, Sir! . . ." the normally well-mannered butler gasped in astonishment, "Cutting off his own sentence, he quickly summoned the stiff upper lip that he and his countrymen had become famous for, and continued, "I quite understand, Sir. Is there anything that you'll be requiring?"

"I'll need a full restraint kit, 6 Bat-sleep chloroform pads, gags, and the heavy duty straps," he barked out in a no nonsense tone.

I'll see that they are gathered immediately.

Sir, . . . were . . . you exposed to the poison at all? . . ."

". . . Get the gear." He replied flatly.

"But sir, you may be in as bad a condition as Batgir--"

"I can handle it," he shot back abruptly, ending the discussion.

"Very well sir," he responded, I'll prepare the items you requested, and then I shall see to the upstairs bedroom to prepare it in case you need it." And with that, Alfred strode away in haste.

Lying Batgirl's limp torpid form down on the examination table, Batman was at once struck by the sheer overwhelming sensuality of the hazy-eyed heroine.

As the Batman glanced down at the groggy Batgirl, he couldn't help but to notice the overwhelming allure of her young sensuous writhing body. Perhaps it was just the poison in his system that was talking, but her tight-fitting uniform left little to the imagination, and revealed a youthful feminine body was awe-inspiring.

In just moments, Alfred returned with the requested items. "If you need anything at all, sir, please don't hesitate to ask. I'll be upstairs in my chamber. . . . Good luck, sir."
Then, after a pause, . . . "She'll make it, Sir . . . You'll see." And with that, Alfred stepped into the elevator, and was gone.

At last, the Batman was alone with her. At last he could proceed unfettered.

As he strapped her down for her own safety, his own blood was boiling. He could not help but notice the obviously fetishistic bondage appeal of the straps, as he tightly cinched them into place, positioning them just above and below her prominent jutting pouting breasts, emphasizing their stunning proportions, and alluring curves.

For an instant he considered informing Commissioner Gordon, but in Batgirl's delicate condition, what could he really say?

Once she was secure, he rotated the examination table so that it was nearly upright. Now standing back, he gazed at her delirious form. Her body was the perfect feminine specimen. Her wide hips squirmed seductively, her perfect pouting lips issued low whispering moans of submission.

He must have her.

Stepping closer again, he fondled her breasts, squeezing them seductively together.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Batmannnnnnnnnnnnn. . ."

Soft, firm, bullet-shaped. He marveled at the luckiest Batsymbol in the world. Ripped as it was, it was stretched oh-so-tightly over the awe-inspiring mammaries. Her nipples were hardened, and clearly evident pressing hard against the inside of the thin stretchy fabric of her uniform. . .

Gazing now at her hot little bound form, the Batman realized that there was something life-affirming about the way in which her neat little package came together. Something validating, . . . reassuring. Every curve, every line, was perfect, tight, curvaceous, seductive, yet innocent and unassuming. The tiny tight micro-thong covered her to be sure, but the clingy form-fitting article of revealed as much as it covered.

Kneeling down, his face was level with her impressive hips, and the daring thong which fit so very high on her hips, and plunged down so very low over her shapely mound, then disappeared so tantalizingly between sweet full tender thighs, . . . deliciously feminine thighs that seemed to be calling his name. The lazy sensuous squirming and shifting of her hips drove him to distraction.

His skilled hands reached for her utility belt. He unbuckled it, and removed the heavy belt from its coveted position slung low on her womanly hips.

Now his hands ran up her pinned thighs.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Batmannnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, . . ." her voice whispers in a whimpering tone, as if begging.

Reaching forward his hands slid sensuously over her thighs. Reaching behind her, he clutched at her warm succulent thonged ass. So full, so round, so soft. Now he pressed the full length of his body against hers, and embraced her in a passionate kiss. His hands seized her irresistible body, his mouth possessed her glossy pink plump pouting tender lips. In moments his hands found her ripe succulent thonged ass, his tongue plunged deep into the warm wet recesses of her yielding mouth. His hands groped, clutched, seized and cupped her ass voraciously. He was insatiable. He loved the feel of her tender body pressed up against him, . . . her sleek toned thighs, her bullet-shaped breasts crushed up against him, the fragrant scent of her hair in his nostrils.

Batgirl, for her part, surrendered to his aggressive advances completely. Her throat surrendered a whimpery whine of shock and submission. She loved the feeling of the great detective's hands savagely wantonly clutching at her ass, his strong arms holding her, his hands kneading her flesh, . . . needing her body.

Batgirl's soft pouting lips parted tenderly, offering themselves submissively to Batman's savage greedy kiss. Her eyes opened wide as Batman unexpectedly inserts his tongue, deep into Batgirl's mouth. Then, after a moment of confusion, the heroine's eyes closed too, enjoying the daring forbidden experience. Batgirl twisted and writhed sensuously in his grasp as the kiss continued, a faint breathy moan of sensual surrender escaping her throat. Her hands grabbed at the air. Batgirl was thoroughly enjoying the guilty pleasure of the moment.

Batgirl continued to moan through her kiss, "MmMMMM-mmMMMmmnnnngghhh. . ." She wriggled, to appreciate the strength of his grasp on her. Her hips twisted to make certain that the feeling of her large round buttocks in his hands remained compelling, . . . irresistible.

Her slender shapely dancer's thighs scissored with longing, as she grew moist with excitement.

Soon he could take no more. Breaking off the kiss, he grabbed the front of her unitard at the Bat-emblem, ripping the symbol entirely free from the rest of her uniform, freeing her breasts to the cool cave air, revealing her tempting bounty for his enjoyment, freeing her from some of the tyranny of her clothing. Inspired by the site, empowered by the drugs in his system, he rips away most of the rest of her uniform away, leaving her in a tiny shiny blue-black thong, gloves, boots, and cowl.

Now his voice is deadly serious, "Position 4." Instantly the Bat-examination table begins to move and adjust with unerring precision, the whine of servo-motors filling the air, as Batgirl's legs are robotically separated, her body pulled into a provocative splayed position.

So overwhelmed was Batgirl by the bliss of the moment, that she closed her eyes to concentrate only on the sensations her body was enjoying. It was then that she felt him, . . . enter her.

Somewhere in the world, Poison Ivy was raising her glass, toasting the moment of the mythic Batman despoiled his virgin sidekick, Batgirl, in a moment of raw unsatiated lust.

And so as he leaned in and lay between her legs, his lengthy erect member impaled her most tender spot, ploughed deep into the warm wet welcoming depths of her. Now he thrust in short stabbing motions still deeper into her core, sensing her need, sending her into sensual overload.

Her tight little mound held him like a vice.

"Oh-hh! Batmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!" she cried out desperately, pinned and impaled.

Batman's balls bounced against Batgirl's plump ass, as he deeply impaled her, thrusting again and again, out of control.

As he thrust, her young body stiffened, her back arched, her eyes closed tightly. He was so big. She was so full. It felt so good to envelop her mentor so fully within the tight slick confines of her. Sooo big. Sooo good. The loved the feel of him rifling in and out of her. The sounds and feelings of his balls slapping again and again against her ass. It was all too much. There, strapped down and helpless to resist, Barbara Gordon was slipping quickly toward her inevitable and impending release.

In that moment, her tiny little clitoris, between her tiny little lips, within her tiny little mound, . . . exploded.

"HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!-hhh!!!"

The pleasure devastated her mind like a electrostatic pulse. Every nerve in her body was overwhelmed at the speed of light with blinding searing intoxicating pleasure. She was fucking the Batman. Her groin and her slender shapely dancer's legs squeezed tight on his thick trunk of a body. Pinned as she was under him, she jerked and spasmed with surprising force, as much as was possible under the imposing weight of his male body. So much pleasure, so intense. There was no way that her tiny clitoris could contain it all, so she jerked and lunged in an ungainly fashion, as the pleasure ripped mercilessly through her mind and body.

He watched her as the storm had its way with her lithe cheerleader body. He observed as the throes of the climax possessed her like an evil spirit. He reveled in the moment, as the pleasure took her, filled her, as her once composed refined appearance degenerated into a base undignified scarecrow dance of raw unabashed lust. Now the pretty little librarian/gymnast/police chief's daughter, who always had the right answer, who always looked perfect, who always said just the right thing, who always moved in just the right way, who's body was poetry in motion, now this girl, this woman, was reduced to spitting and sputtering, jerking and thrusting, her hair nicely disheveled, her eyes winced closed to better relish the secret pleasures both profound and sublime, as the tiny demon-need played out fully between her perfect twenty-something thighs.

Then, at long last, it was done. The demon left her, and she was left to try to recapture some semblance of her now shattered composure.

"Position 8," he demands as he separates from her, and in an instant she is turned and resituated on her knees in front of him.

Her supple wide thonged bottom is now prominently displayed for him, helpless, bound, her arms stringently drawn behind her back. This is how he wants her, . . . raw, direct, animalistic, vulnerable.

Stepping in closer, he nuzzles the bulge of his manhood against the divide of her ass. The fit is perfect. He must enter her. Reaching around, his hands seize her perfect down-hanging breasts. Her position emphasizes the size and softness of the ripe melons, and his hands hungrily grope at them. She whimpers through a newly applied gag, further emphasizing her absolute vulnerability to him.

As he lifts and weighs her weighty breasts, the bulge pressing against her backside become unmistakably hard and insistent.

Pulling her thong ever-so-slightly to one side, he reveals her.

"Mmmm-MMMmmmmm-hh!!. . ."

Her ass is irresistible, his need incontrovertible.

Batgirl's wide eyes peer desperately over one shoulder, but she can't see anything.

Then a moment later, she can feel him, . . . enter her.

Grasping her soft pale hips firmly in his powerful grip, the Batman pulled Batgirl toward him, impaling himself deeply within the sopping wet tight confines of her slick welcoming little core. It felt wonderful to burry himself so DEEP inside her, . . soo tight, . . . so slick, . . . so hot. Ploughing deep between her buttocks, pinned so tightly between them.

Now his hips pressed hard against the soft yielding globes of her cushy ass. Nothing could feel better. The cool smooth contours of her cool buttocks and hips molded seamlessly against his hard insistent hips.

Though she was already impaled with the full length and girth of him, still he continued to thrust, crushing his hips hard against the soft tender cushion of her young supple ass.

Now he withdrew slightly, and entered her again, and again, . . . and again.

Faint yelps were forced from her lungs with each powerful thrust of his eager hips, her soft breasts swinging crazily. She was his, . . . to use as he wanted. There was nothing that she wanted more.

She loved being impaled from behind like this. His naked body crushed against hers, his hands eagerly groping her flopping milky white breasts, her nudity. It was so raw, so animalistic. It was all too good. It was all too--

Finally he ruts her from behind. He fucks her from behind, crouching doggy style. Mounted to the cool soft contours of her perfect naked ass her ploughs into her deep and long and true. The wet stabbing sounds drive both of them wild with desire. Slapping his hips hard against her quivering thonged buttocks, his pole burred deep inside her submissive succulent young form, there was nothing that he wanted more.
In seconds, he must detonate deep within her. Somehow it occurs to him as he thrusts against her cool soft naked ass, that her ass is too perfect for him. An instant later, he discharges into her. His entire body seizes as he empties himself forcefully into the depths of her. Again, and again and again he pumps his seed involuntarily into her. He holds on tight to her perfect body, as the fierce seizures have their way with him, his body trembling with a terrible uncontainable ferocity. He empties himself into her, his hands desperately gripping her naked breasts. For long glorious moments, he endures the boundless sensations of pure blind rapture. It is all too wonderful as the worst of the tsunami crests, and then slowly, . . . gradually, . . . begins to ebb. Now utterly spent and satisfied, he is suddenly weak as a kitten, but he does not want to withdraw from his woman. This is home, this is perfect, there is no reason to leave. For her sake, he continues thrusting.

She squirms and moans and writhes under him as the fires and desires within her reach toward a crescendo. Her eyes squeeze tightly shut. Her breasts slosh and flop up and down, as he pumps in and out of her. Her shiny lips peel back to reveal tightly clenched perfect white teeth.

"OHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!!!!
BATMaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnn!!!!
OH YEAHH-HH!!!
Oh God!OHHHH!!!

O YEAHHHH!!
OH FUCK-K!!!! HGGTHTTT!!!!!!!!"

She is consumed in rampant delights, her body twitching and thrusting reflexively.

Lost in his madness, he pulls a Bat-sleep rag from his utility belt, and clamps it tightly over Batgirl's delicate face. For an instant her bright eyes open wide in astonishment, then a moment later, they roll up into her head, her eyelids flutter, and her sensuous body surrenders to unconsciousness.

A moment later her arms go limp, as her delicate feminine frame collapses with a sigh.

Unfastening her wide leather binding straps, he slings her over his shoulder, and heads for the elevator. This time he does not hesitate to grope and explore the rich tempting curves of her thonged ass at length. The forms are so plump, soft, comforting, inviting. Home.

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When Barbara Gordon wakes, just a few minutes later, she finds herself stretched out on the large king-sized bed in Bruce Wayne's room, in Wayne Manor. Now stripped entirely naked, her cowl removed, her curvaceous body is sprawled out seductively on the black silk sheets. She feels the cool air on her skin. Lying face down, she has drawn one knee dramatically up toward her chest, in a pose that displays her posterior assets . . . most admirably. Though she has been through a number of harrowing experiences that night, her appearance is remarkably striking. Though slightly disheveled, she is nevertheless, nothing short of gorgeous.

Behind her, viewing the magnificent scene of her naked flanks with unabashed reverence, stands Bruce Wayne.

Drawn by the splendor of her tempting upturned bottom, Bruce approaches her again from behind. Pulling her up into a position resembling a crouching canine, he sidles up behind her, and relished the feel of her soft buoyant flesh against his own. Now, with a nod from her he forces himself deep into the moist recessed of her beckoning womanhood. Soon the length of him is buried deep, deep inside her, crushed nicely between her buttocks. From the expressions of abject ecstasy on her face, the physical intrusion is very much having the desired effect upon the girl.

Grasping her hips firmly in his powerful grip, Bruce pulls Barbara toward him again and again, impaling himself deeply within her soft rounded hips and her sopping wet tight slick little core. It feels wonderful to burry himself so deeply inside her, so tight, so slick, so hot. Plowing deep between and under her buttocks, pinned so tightly within her. Faint yelps are being forced from her lungs with each powerful thrust of his eager hips, her soft breasts swinging. She is his, . . . to use as he desires. There was nothing that she wants more. There was nothing that she will deny him.

Slapping his hips hard against her quivering trembling quavering milky buttocks, his pole burrows deep inside her submissive succulent young form, there is nothing that he wants more. The slapping sound of his hips against her perfect buttocks, is at once both obscene and musical. Their bodied fit together perfectly. So deep in her slick confines, so deep in her perfect cool round ass.

She marvels at the force of him, at the power and the urgency of his insistent thrusts, at his shamelessness as he gropes her naked jiggling breasts, her ribs, her slender waist, the swell of her hips. He needs her, desperately, . . . NOW. She would never be sure just exactly what made her so appealing to him, but it is enough to know that he needs her passionately. Now the thrusts intensify, and he crushes his hips hard against the soft yielding cushions of her luscious ass. Now he grinds himself against her ass, and within her. It won't be long now. She contains him so fully, so tightly, so completely, . . . so hot, so squishy-wet.

As he remains rammed so far up her perfect hot ass, on the brink of exploding, in this obscene moment, it occurs to him that even through such degradation of penetration, this little minx still somehow manages to hold onto her innocence. Perhaps that's what has always intrigued him so much about her. Somehow this young woman was both an experienced crime fighter and an optimistic innocent at the same time. Somehow, she was both a hot little vixen, and innocent at the same time, irresistible and yet utterly unaffected and unspoiled by her obvious beauty.

He had now crammed the full length of himself deep up inside her, crushed against her forbidden ass. He is right where he wants to be, right where she wants him to be. It was so raw and animalistic. He loves her hot little panty ass, her tight little butt, her hot little thongs, and her bouncy little breasts, the way she looks back at him with longing and love, the way she whines and whimpers as he fucks her, the way she likes being tied up for him, the way she was dedicated to truth and justice, to crime-fighting, the way she is devoted to him, forever.

That's when it happens. He jets deep inside of her, deep between her ass cheeks, his hips crushed hard against her soft ass. He comes deep inside her, as she cries out in ecstasy, and every nerve in his body is instantly switched to pure blinding raw ecstasy. His pulses are long and hot and wet deep inside of her.

Curled up together in bed now, Bruce and Barbara's naked bodies are spooning nicely. Together they are safe and warm and happy and alive. Poison Ivy's poison kiss has been thwarted, and Bruce's heart thrills to see Barbara now fully recovered from its effects. In the moment of quiet, he wonders what drives a woman like Poison Ivy. With such talent and expertise in bio-herbal medicine, he marvels at what she might be able to accomplish if her goals were honorable. Instead, she had used her poison kiss simply as a means of affecting a getaway, to humiliate the Batman and his partner? She had actually intended them to be found in the throes of passion by the police. Worse yet, she had clearly intended that the Batman and Batgirl enter into a sexual relationship against their will, under the effects of her potent potion. Worst of all, the villains have escaped with the Harlequin Diamond.

Sensing the tension in his body, Barbara asks her partner, "What's bothering you, Bruce?"

"Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn are still out there, with the diamond," he responds, his voice sounding more like the BATMAN now, than like Bruce Wayne.

"Not yet they haven't," Barbara responds with a mischievous smile. Taking a moment she rolls around to look Bruce in the eye before sharing her secret with him.

"When Harley first captured me in Ivy's strangle vines, I made a grab for her, and planted a Bat-tracer under her collar. Then, when she tied you up in the other tangle vine, and I was, . . . coming on to you, I activated your tracker/transceiver."

"Unless I'm very much mistaken, the Bat-tracker should be able to tell us exactly where she is," the look of supreme satisfaction on Barbara's face was absolutely infectious. Causing a similar smirk to break out on Bruce's normally dower face.

"Besides," Barbara continued, "Harley and Ivy don't know that I have a diamond of my own." Moving her hand, Barbara causes the diamond ring on her finger to flash in the morning sunlight. The Wayne Diamond had been in the family for years. ". . .and its much more valuable to me that any stupid old Harlequin Diamond. . .

Bruce and Barbara had been married for well over a year now, and the Ivy's potion had resulted in nothing more than another close call, and a chance to renew their passion. Bruce smiles to himself, pleased to confirm that his enemies in the criminal underworld still remain ignorant to the Batman's marriage to Batgirl.

"Then there's only one thing left to do," Bruce adds, "Fire up the BATWING."

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Chapter 7: Bound for Jail:

Somewhere in Costa Rica:

Harley and Ivy were in their private beachside bungalow, dressed in daring bikinis, taking turns modeling the fabulous Harlequin Diamond, celebrating their rare and wonderful success over the Dark Knight and his uptight little chippie, Batgirl.

Now enjoying an expensive tropical drink, they decided to use the diamond as one of the ice cubes in their drink. It was the best drink either of them had ever enjoyed. Tomorrow they would fence the rock for cold hard cash.

"Enjoying your drinks, Ladies?" Batgirl's voice changed the mood in the room like the sound of police sirens.

Leaping to their feet, Harley and Ivy stood in shocked disbelief. "I ought to kill you were you stand," Ivy hissed.

"I don't think so," Batman's low grim whisper of a voice cut the air from his location in the bungalow's back door.

For a long moment, Harley and Ivy's minds panicked in a desperate attempt to conjur some means of escape, but there was no way out.

"So how did you find us?" Harley finally asked.

"The Bat-tracker that I planted on you led us right to your front door, Harley," Batgirl gloated.

"So when did you finally figure out that my poison was just a placebo?" asked Ivy.

"Umm, . . . pretty much right away," fumbled Batgirl, suddenly embarrassed at the effect that the power of suggestion had had on her.

"We played along just long enough for you to lead us to your fence here in Costa Rica," lied the Batman, more convincingly.

"Now let's go," and with that they clipped the Bat-cuffs on the bikini-clad villains, reclaimed the diamond, and led the suspects away. THE END