Batgirl and Robyn

By Testcase

This is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment, if you are under aged or this type of material is banned where you live, please go read something else. This story contains adult themed material some find objectionable. I do not condone the mistreatment of women in the real world, this is a work of fiction.

This story changes the relationship between Batgirl and Robyn, with Robyn being a female sidekick in this dynamic duo with Batgirl.

Please let me know if you like this story, it has possibility of being continued if there is any interest.

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Chapter One

I HAVE HER! By an extraordinary stroke of luck I have her, or I will as soon as I spring my trap anyway. The one thing I have always desired to possess is MINE!

            Let me back up a moment as I relate this tale, my name is Lance Drew and I run the Gotham City Library IT department, such as it is. And the “Her” I referred to is Batgirl, the object of my obsession for years now.

            As I said, I am an IT Director at the library, I am pushing fifty in a dead end job, and I live in my parent’s basement. I am an overweight, balding loser in life’s lottery, until this week anyway. I make decent money, but I have some problems managing my cash flow if you will. I like to place the occasional wager and I like to have the latest high tech gizmo of the week. Plus my ex wife drains me dry with alimony and child support. The kicker is the brat isn’t even mine, the bitch cheated on me, got knocked up, left me, and the fucking female judge is making me pay support anyway! There is no Justice in this world.

            The other problem I have is this obsession with Super Heroines, Batgirl in particular, in fact my obsession has probably reached an unhealthy level. I go to all the comic conventions I can and snap photos of various Batgirl wannabes and track the real heroine’s adventures religiously in the news. But the really expensive part of my obsession is the hookers; they charge a LOT to dress up like Batgirl… Of course some of the things I want them to do add to the bill considerably. Rarely will a girl return my calls after the second “date” if you will; I really enjoy humiliating a woman dressed in a crime fighter’s costume!

            So as you can see, I was pretty much fucked over in this life, until fate threw me a bone. I told you I like electronic gizmos, and I am a pervert. The two make a natural combination when you think about it. I bugged every computer at the library and the phone system as well years ago, and I update the systems regularly.

            My big break in life started about a year ago when the Library got a new Head Librarian, one MS. Barbara Gordon. It really pissed me off because I had been there for years and years, but this bitch got the job fresh out of college. They told me it was because she had a degree in Library science; I mean really, a degree in Library Science? Who even knew such a thing existed? I knew the fact was it was due to whom MS. Gordon’s daddy was, the police commissioner of Gotham City.

            The old Head Librarian never messed with me, he rarely came in fact, only at important functions and he never questioned how I spent my budget. When MS Gordon called me into her office to tell me we would be reviewing all the budgets I felt my heart sink. She said we would go over it prior to the new budget in about 90 days and see where we could trim it. I was pretty despondent as I had her sign for her new company lap top and cell phone, both of which I had bugged of course. I had also mounted a camera under her desk and another that covered the whole room, with microphones of course.

            The first call she made was to an unlisted number, she got a voice mail prompt “Hello, Cindy, hey this Barbara, I just wanted you to have my new work cell number, don’t use it unless it is an extreme emergency and never ever use it for what we have the other phones for! See you later sweetie, bye”

            Now that perked my interest right off the bat, (pun intended) so I did some digging. By the way, if you believe ANYTHING about a cell phone is private you are a moron; they can all be hacked except for a few top end military models that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. Inside of a couple hours I knew the person Barbara had called was none other than Cindy O’Hara, the police Chief’s nineteen year old daughter and lifelong friend. At first blush it would not seem odd the Commissioner’s daughter and the Chief’s daughters were pals, they had been raised together more or less since they were infants, Barbara had even babysit for the younger girl later, but why would they need a special phone line?

            I dug into Cindy’s phone and found the only number she used it for, then traced that number back to Barbara, something was up for sure. Barbara’s phone reveled the same results, it was only used to call, and text, one number, Cindy O’Hara!

            Diggings deeper I started turning up more interesting facts on the friends, the two bitches were more than friends… Cindy O’Hara was about six years younger than Barbara, about nineteen, and she was an extremely hot young blond with an ass to die for. Nice set of tits, not as big as Barbara’s rack, but really nicely sized and carried proudly, often on display in tight fitting cloths. She was an inch or two shorter than Barbara as well at maybe five foot five or so. All in all she was a very desirable little package.

            Cindy O’Hara was attending a prestigious local college, pre law, no doubt intending to go into law enforcement of some sort later. She was at beat a mediocre student; in fact she was barely getting by in some classes I discovered as I hacked her school records.

            I downloaded her pictures and videos she had stored on her phone and went to look at Barbara’s, not much there to use.

            I rigged up a shunt that would forward me a copy of any text messages or pictures they sent, and then started looking through MS Gordon’s email account. She had already forwarded herself a message from her work computer to her home PC, giving me an address, she didn’t send Cindy anything but I could glean that from her home computer as soon as I established a spybot connection.

            She had some pretty good encryption on her home PC, it took me most of the morning to get in, then figure out her password. It was Robyn by the way, which didn’t mean a thing to me at the moment. I didn’t see anything much on her computer at first glance so I read her contact list and found Cindy’s address. I traced that to her ISP and then into her home system. Oddly enough she had the same heavy duty encryption program, which I blew off as friends trading software.

            Now little Cindy’s computer was a far more interesting place than Barbara’s, way more interesting! She didn’t clean up her browser history very well, and Cindy went places no good little girl should ever go…especially if you are the police chief’s little girl, some bad man might get a hold of some damning information. You know, some asshole perv like me…lol

            There was an enormous amount of empty headed teen girl chit chat as well, some of which might prove useful later.

            I had my office door shut and locked and was about to yank off to some of little Cindy’s pictures she had posted, especially her vacation pictures from the Bahamas. I could not imagine the stogy old police chief letting his daughter out of the motel in a thong that small… but I was sure grateful! Then my phone buzzed, it was MS Gordon, god damn it, it was starting to dislike that bitch already. “Can you come to my office” she asked, not really a question, more of a command really.

“I’ll come all over your office” I muttered.

“What?” she answered.

Fortunately she must have had not heard me clearly because when I said “I said I will come to your office in a moment” she seemed satisfied.

I made my way down to her really large nicely appointed office, contrasting it to my dark little corner of the library. I tapped on her door and she answered “enter”.

“You wanted to see me?” I asked

“Yes, please sit down Lance” she offered a chair politely. “I just want to get to know the people that work for me a little better. Please tell me about yourself, I see you have been with us for some years now.”

I knew this was a job interview to keep the job I already had, but I laid out my pitiful life, leaving out the perverted stuff of course.

“Well I see the IT department has been going very smoothly over the years, everyone here tells me you do a fine job of keeping everything up and running!” she expounded on her reason for bringing me in. “But I I said, we are going to have to review each departments budget. Where do you see your department going in the next few years?”

Well I am a low life scumbag, but I do like the library and I always had some ideas about where it should be headed going forward. I explained how I thought we could attract a younger crowd if we made the stodgy old library a bit more interactive via electronics and I laid out my plans to her. She genuinely seemed to listen closely and truly be interested. We spoke for several hours actually and I thought we had connected. When I noticed it was 5:30 I steeled my nerve and asked, “I have enjoyed the chance to lay out where I thought this place should be headed; I would love to continue our chat over dinner or coffee…”

She looked at me like I was a freaking worm, I saw her disgust before her expression changed and she stammered, “I don’t think that would be appropriate given I am your superior and you are under review”

I felt like a dagger had been stuck in my chest, I really thought she… that we had a common interest, that perhaps, just maybe I could have a discussion with a woman that did not involve perverted sex, but she shot me down in flames. I could understand her refusal, I half expected it, but that LOOK of utter disdain reminded me of my deep seated hatred for all women. “Of course, I understand, I didn’t mean to suggest anything improper, I… I … just” the red headed cunt had made a fool out of me, and now I hated her with all my heart! The hooker I booked this weekend was in for a change of plans, instead of a Batgirl costume she was going to be in a business suit and a red wig!

“I didn’t mean to imply that were we not co workers of different ranks we could not meet socially” Barbara said, she had seen the look on my face; she knew she had wounded me badly. I left MS Gordon’s office my face so red it stung, my pride wounded beyond redemption.

I made my way to my office to shut down for the night when the computer chirped to let me know a bug was active. I turned on the speaker,, it was from Barbara’s office. I could see she had used her “secret” phone to call Cindy. “You would not believe what just happened Cin!” Barbara exclaimed, “You know that fat little geek that runs the IT department? He asked me out on a date! I swear to God!”

I had enabled the connection so I could hear both sides of the conversation, Cindy answered, “You have got to be kidding me? That fat turd thought you might go out with him? The thought of that nasty dweeb touching you makes me sick! I would never speak to you again!”

“Don’t worry,” Barbara reassured her partner. “I can’t even imagine what it would be like to fuck him! I really thought he was gay, none of the women her like him, he is a creepy geek!”

“I bet his cock is tiny anyway!” Cindy laughed. “Are we still on for tonight? I have a feeling the Joker is up to something”

“I will see you shortly” Barbara replied, I just want to wash my hands after talking to Lance.

That sent me in a towering rage, I missed the most important part of that conversation, the part about the Joker, I guess I thought she was referring to me. I was furious and I vowed to make them pay for my humiliation. That night I tossed and turned all night long as a plan began to come together in my mind. I was going to blackmail those stupid cunts! I was going to ruin their perfect little lives once and for all! I was going to show Gotham’s “elite” not to fuck with the little guy! It was going to start tomorrow!

Chapter Two

I had the outline in my mind, now it was time to flesh out the details. I decided to go after Cindy first; she seemed to have the most vulnerability. First, her daddy was a cop and she was into all sorts of things a cop’s daughter should never do. Second, she was not nearly as careful in covering her tracks as Barbara is, making it easier to get some leverage. Third, when I was ready to go after Barbara, the one I hated most, I could use her partner against her, if she rebelled she might not care about the consequences to herself, but the well being of her ward might be a whole different ball game. Plus the fact little Cindy wanted to follow in her father’s footsteps and join the police meant her record had to be spotless.

That decided it was time to start my plan, I was going to run out of time if I wasn’t careful. Once I was removed from the library it would be much harder. I needed to work fast, but I had to be very, very careful at the same time, these two bitches’ families were very well connected. This could end up with me in jail for a very long time getting ass raped nightly so I did not want to mess it up.

The first thing I did was get into Cindy’s bank accounts and credit cards. I un-shielded the transactions she had used to pay for some of her web site subscriptions so it was obvious on the statement. Then I pulled her checking account balance down just enough to cause some checks to bounce. It didn’t take much, she kept her balances pretty low, and she liked to spend her money on nice things. It only took a couple days for things to start to cascade on her.

I intercepted a call to Barbara where she was complaining, “I don’t know what happened, I thought I had enough in there to cover it Barbara. If daddy found out he would kill me, “we have an image to maintain after all” he would lecture, again.”

“Well I will cover it this time, but you need to be more careful girlfriend!” Barbara advised her young partner.

“I will, I swear” Cindy promised sincerely, “this will never happen again!”

The next night her world came crashing down around her, I triggered some events that changed her life forever. When she got home from a wild party and checked her email there was a note from someone she didn’t know.

“How did this get past my spam filter?’ she thought absently as she opened it. The sender was called “concerned citizen of Gotham” and she assumed it was some political bull shit that she got from time to time, so she deleted it without reading it. She was still a little tipsy from the booze and a hit of ecstasy she did at the party and not thinking clearly.

Her jaw nearly hit the floor when her phone rang indicating she had a text message, it read, “You had better read the message you just deleted, and it is very important to your future bitch! Retrieve it from the trash file and read it carefully. This is your last warning! Do not attempt to call ANYONE or tell anyone!”

Her slender hand shook as she retrieved the message, she thought about calling Barb, she flipped open their private phone and there on the screen was the warning again! How was this happening? Who could be doing this and how did they know about this phone? Even her father didn’t know this number! Well he did not know it was hers, he did have Batgirl’s sidekicks number, but he had no idea his daughter was Robyn; it was safer for him not to know!

She opened the email afraid to see what it might contain, and she was right to be nervous! As she scrolled down she saw she was in deep trouble, deep, deep trouble! It contained her web surfing history, her bank accounts showing the billing to sites she should have never gone to. There were records of bounced checks and more.

As she read the computer dinged and there was another email from the same sender, this one had pictures attached! Dirty pictures she had posed for with an old boyfriend that she had been too ashamed to even tell Barb about when she had sobered up and the drugs had worn off. Barbara had no idea she occasionally used drugs. Very damaging stuff indeed…

She fired off a reply, “What do you want? How much? I have money…”

An instant message panel popped up, she clicked to open it, Concerned Citizen typed, “We both know better than that don’t we slut?”

“WHO ARE YOU” she typed in all capital letters.

“I am a concern citizen of Gotham who thinks its police chief’s daughter acts like a whore” I sent back.

“I am not a whore you bastard” she fired back

“Well technically that is true, for now anyway, I don’t think you were ever smart enough to get paid for being a slut” I pointed out.”I can make this all very public unless you do as I command!” There it was, I had done it, there was no going back now, and the die was cast.

“You have got to be kidding, do you know who I am?’ she typed furiously.” My father will skin you alive for this! He is the police chief!”

“Will he be when the public finds about the new web site, WWW.Cindy does Gotham?” I typed back

I could almost hear her stammer “W…what?”

“Type it in and look whore, the password is “SLUTCINDY” I advised. I thought I had done a pretty good job of setting up the site if I do say so myself. There were all sorts of pictures, some real, some photo shopped. Some sweet poses, some bordering on degenerate… I gave her a few moments to peruse it

“Turn on your web cam” I ordered, “so we can talk”

Stunned she reached up and slammed the lid shut on her lap top. I was about to send her a text advising her she had ten seconds to turn it back on when her web cam flared to life.

I could see tears flowing down her cheeks as she cried, “What do you want? Why me you bastard? What have I done to you? Are you a criminal I helped put in jail?”

I started to type, “What are you babbling about”, but I held off, letting her hang herself. I kind of assumed she meant as a police cadet.

“Look, what is it going to take to make this go away?” she gathered herself and asked.”Look, let’s pretend this never happened.”

“Does Barbara know you did X at the party tonight?’ my altered voice asked over her speaker. “It wasn’t that good, but it was plentiful wasn’t it slut?’

“OH GOD NO!” Cindy cried, “She hates drugs, we fight them all the time!”

Again another puzzling crime fighting reference, but I didn’t let it throw me off track. “What would she do if she found out? What would your father say? How disappointed would they be in you if they found out their little angel did drugs?”

“NOOO!!!” you can’t tell them Swear you won’t” the distraught girl wailed, “Please, I will do anything, just don’t tell them! PLEEAASSEE!”

“Stand up Cindy and slowly turn around in front of the camera for me” I ordered.

“What?” she sobbed shocked at my request.

“I want to see the ass I now own slut!” I told her coldly

“No wait, please, there has to be something else…surely” she begged uselessly.

“You have ten seconds before the web site is made public” I answered quickly. “nine, eight seven”

When I reached four she cried, “OK! OK! I am doing it you sick fuck!” She stood up an twirled quickly 360 degrees and sat back down.

“You will learn insolence has a price whore” I snarled. “Now you will stand, ass to the camera and hike up your skirt!”

She hesitated until I counted down to three this time before doing as I told her. “Look down between your legs, I know you can bend that far, you used to be a cheerleader” I was of course recording this as she complied, her bright blue eyes streaming tears.

“Now since I counted down to three, you delayed obeying me by seven seconds. I want you to spank yourself seven times with that hairbrush over there, once for each seconds delay!”

“You can’t be serious!” she spat, until I counted down to seven this time

“Make that ten strokes now slut, you will learn to obey quickly or pay the price” I advised. “Personally I hope you are stubborn as hell, I like punishing you. Now I will make a deal with you, every punishment you receive will go on the web site, but if you obey completely, and quickly it will not. Agreed?”

“I…I…” she stammered,

“Two more strokes whore” I told her, “Answer me quickly when I ask you a question, “Now do we have a deal or not?”

“No one will see the web site?’ she pleaded.

“That depends on you slut” I told her point blank. “It will never be made public if you obey. Perhaps if you are extra nice, you can earn credits and things will be removed. When the site is empty, we are done… sound like a deal?”

“What choice do I have? She moaned as she took the hair brush and bent over.

“Count the strokes for me slut, and I can see if you are hitting hard enough to leave red marks!” I told her, “Say thank you master after each stroke too!”

“SLAP! ONE THANK YOU MASTER!” she sobbed as she slapped herself. “TWO! THANK YOU MASTER!” she cried. The blow could not have physically hurt much, but the psychological damage had to be immense.

“Stop!” I ordered and her arm froze in mid strike. “Pull off your top and bra I ordered, I want to see your tits as you spank yourself!”

“Please, no” she moaned

“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX!” I counted before she decided it was better to obey. She took off her top; she wasn’t wearing a bra…

“Six more!” I laughed as she reassumed the position in front of the camera. “Spread those legs further, I want to see those tits! Her thong had ridden deep into her crack as well giving a splendid view of her ass and cunt.

            As she began again I could see her nipples get harder at each whack of the brush, she was truly a little slut! I could not wait to get my hands on her for real, as much fun as this was in cyber space. About half way through I could see her cunt get moist as well, shiny fluid coating her tight pink cunt lips.

            “Thwack!, Twelve! Thank you master…” now she was so turned on she was moaning.

            At fifteen her legs were shaking, the seventeenth stroke made her cum, the little slut cam right there on camera!

            “OH GOD! EIGHTEEN! T…THANK YOU MASTER! Oh god, omygod!” she moaned as she collapsed onto her bed.

            “Very good bitch! “ I pronounced, “You did very well. Now do you see the picture of yourself with your hand in your bikini bottom, the picture you sent your old boy friend last year while you were on vacation in the Bahamas?”

            “Yes” she moaned.

            “Would you like me to take it of the web site?” I asked.

            “Yes, please” she answered quickly.

            “Then you have to earn it slut” I told her, my cock stiff as a fence post at what I was going to make her do next.

            “What do you want” she said, still exhausted from the orgasm she just had, reveling in the afterglow.

            “I want you to fuck yourself with that hairbrush” I ordered.

            “And you will take down that picture” she asked wisely, “And not put this one up?”

            “I swear” I answered truthfully.

            “How do I know I can trust you?” she once again asked wisely.

            “You really don’t” I answered bluntly, “But I am going to want more from you, if I lie you won’t be as inclined to do them.”

            She pondered a moment and picked up the brush again, slowly she used her other hand and stroked her still glowing cunt which instantly got slick again, this girl was a natural born slut like I had never seen before. Soon her legs were spread wide and she was fucking that hairbrush like it was a long lost love! It didn’t take her long to cum again…

            “Lick the handle clean whore!” I ordered, I didn’t even have to count this time. When she finished she rolled over on her side, her hand still between her legs. She just looked at the web cam blankly, so I told her, “You did well slut and you have earned your reward, the pictures will be gone tonight. I will send you an email, there are some things I will require you to do tomorrow, is that clear?”

            “Yes…. Master,” the exhausted girl sighed, totally spent.

            The day had gone better than I could have ever expected…

Chapter Three

            The morning after my first contact with little Cindy she got up wondering if it had been real, but on smell of her sheets and she knew, it was real, as real as life its self. She felt a shiver of fear, but there was something else, a thrill of the unknown. Her pussy tingled at the thought of an unknown, unseen MAN forcing her to degrade herself while he watched. She fingered herself in the shower as she relived the ordeal of the previous night, then she turned the water to ice cold to drive the thoughts of that man out of her head, “My god, what if Barbara found out what I did?” She pondered further, “what about mom and dad? What would happen to them?”

            Then she remembered to check her email, there was the usual good morning from Barb, and there in bold red letters was “Concerned Citizen”. Her finger trembled as she opened it, it was a shopping list. It read have these by tomorrow night, I will be in contact. Remember, if you tell ANYONE I will ruin you forever. You are mine until I release you, but nights like last night go a long way to secure your freedom. There will be money on your card to cover the expenses.

            The list was fairly short, but she was shocked at some of the items on it. There was no way she was going to be able to gather them before her college classes this morning, that meant a late afternoon trip to the bad side of town. Then she had to meet Barbara for their regular patrol that night. It was a Friday and a busy night for the crime fighters usually.

            She could barely concentrate on her school work; pre law for her intended career in law enforcement, he mind was in about three other places. And her pussy kept distracting her every time she thought about last night. She managed to bluff her way through the day and make her way to the seedy part of town to get her required purchases done just at dark.

            She looked at her phone messages as she raced to meet Barb and send me confirmation she had done as she had been told. She was about five minute’s late meeting Barb at their “bat cave” in the sub basement of an abandoned warehouse. She had one more task to do for me, and it involved Barbara. I had made her buy a bright red frilly thong and I told her I wanted a picture of her in it, and she had to get someone else to take the picture of her nude except the thong. She decided it was easier to con her partner and friend than try to get a stranger to do it, much less humiliating as well.

            They had both stripped and Cindy was wearing the thong when she handed Barb her phone, “Take a picture; I want to see what I look like in this!”

            “Good grief girl, use a mirror!” Barb complained, but she had to admit Cindy looked stunning in the thong, positively delicious in fact. Barb’s practical side took over as she snapped the picture knowing Cindy wouldn’t stop bugging her until she did!

            “Come on girl, we are already late” Barb groused.

            “What is the matter, don’t I look good in it for you?” Cindy assumed an air of false petulance

            Batgirl laughed. “I am going to spank your ass for wearing those slutty panties you little whore!”

            Cindy felt a twinge in her pussy and her nipples harden at those words and she thought, “Well someone will be spanking my fine ass tonight, which is for sure, even if I have to do it myself!”

            Barb, still a bit aggravated by her young friend tonight turned away and said, “Come on child, we have a city to save!” She slapped her friend on the ass as she did playfully.

            The pair made a stunning couple as they patrolled the streets of Gotham, ever vigilant for wrong doing, Batgirl and Robyn, the dynamic duo was on the job! Criminals work at your own peril! Batgirl was clad in a very butch tight black body armor suit with bold yellow boots and gloves with her famous bat logo in the same bright hue on her proud ample chest. Robyn was dressed in a red body stocking with long green sleeves that was tight enough you could clearly see the tiny thong under it. Her nipples tented the fabric, Batgirl had often thought of making her wear a bra, but she could not bring herself to cover those lovely mounds. A hunter green jacket and red boots completed Robyn’s ensemble. She wore a green domino mask as opposed to Batgirls black cowl with her red hair flowing out from under it.

Neither had any idea of how their lives were already changing!

Cindy had done as she had been commanded; she had sent me the picture of her clad only in the red thong, but Barbara had gotten careless, perhaps distracted by her young companion, she had left the camera phone on wide angle, and video to boot.

            When I examined the video closely after jerking off to it quickly the first time, I saw some stunning details reflected in a window behind Cindy! I had some of the best photo imaging and video equipment available and when I cleaned up and enlarged the reflection I was amazed, the woman taking that video was Barbara Gordon, and she was wearing a Batgirl costume. I studied it closely for a few hours and I was convinced, it wasn’t just a batgirl costume, it was THE Batgirl costume, and Barbara Gordon was BATGIRL!

            Suddenly it all made sense, the cryptic messages on their phones and computers, Cindy’s off hand remarks about crime fighting… Both their fathers in law enforcement…I slapped myself on the forehead for being so slow to see it! It took my breath away at the permutations that had unfolded in the instant I realized what that reflection was!

            I was blackmailing not only the daughter of the police chief, but Robyn of the famous crime fighting dynamic duo as well! Well it was too late to change course now, and I about had Cindy trapped beyond escape. I really had no choice but to push forward, but now it was freaking BATGIRL that I was going after, the very heroine I had paid insane money to whores to dress like for years! This both the most terrifying, and the most thrilling moment in my miserable life so far!

            Well I had held back all my life, no more! I was tired of being treated like shit; it was time to fight back! Armed with the knowledge I altered my plans slightly, in a way this was going to make it easier!

            I let them have their last patrol together as I finalized my plot, I was about to drop the hammer on them in a way they could have never imagined. I needed to get into their homes, imagine when the great crime fighters realized they had been broken in to while they were on patrol fighting crime! I knew there was a gala downtown that very night that would have the Chief and Commissioner staying in town that night, I confirmed it by scanning their computers and finding their motel reservations. The staff had been given the night off at the O’Hara house, and Barbara lived alone. By sun up I had a camera in every room of their houses and a spybot tap into all their electronics. I took a few items from Cindy’s bedroom to use later, and noticed a picture of her mom, a forty something red head that still looked very hot for someone her age. I would remember that for later…

            What’s more I traced the video text that stupid blond cunt had sent me, once I found the tower I went to the warehouse the woman used as a Bat Cave and wired it too. Barb had a fairly sophisticated security system, but it was no match for my mad skills!

            The trap was laid, I just needed a little more evidence, and I got it that evening as both women donned their costumes in full view of my cameras this time, no fuzzy reflection, a bright clear digital picture leaving little doubt. Then I caught them again as they changed back into civilian attire.

            “Are you going to see that boy tonight? “ Barb asked her teen companion.

            “No, he got “roman hand disease” the other day, I am letting him cool his jets a while longer” the blond teen answered truthfully. “I am kind of tired with school and all, “I was thinking of a long day of doing nothing at home.”

            “Sounds like a fine idea!” laughed Batgirl, “I think I will do the same, see you here at dark… try not to be late, you know how that annoys me!”

            “NAG, NAG, NAG!” Cindy laughed as she donned her private school uniform to head home. She looked around to make sure no one was observing them, and then they split up and headed home. Cindy never made it, her phone chirped with a special ringtone I had installed in it.

            She looked down as she drove and didn’t recognize the number so she ignored it until the screen displayed “Concerned Citizen, one, two, three, four…” She damn near wrecked her car trying to get the phone open and answer it.

            “What do you want?” she asked coldly, “I did what you asked, look, this has gone to far, we need to end this! Right now, now harm no foul. We had a moment, now it’s over, it is worth it anymore for me to obey, and you will never stop so you might as well stop stalking me and do whatever it is you need to do!”

            She had been thinking about what she was going to do all evening, and she decided I didn’t know enough to ruin her so badly that it was worth being blackmailed into slavery for. I had anticipated this turn as part of the natural progression of our relationship.

            I answered, “How far are you from your college?”

            “Why, aren’t you listening? This is over… so fuck off!” she spat back.

            “Well I know an anonymous tip has been called in regarding drugs there, and your locker may set a new record for a drug bust in this town Cindy” I informed her. “I know the narcotics squad is loading up right now, I figure you have maybe thirty minutes before they arrive and start searching”

            “There aren’t any drugs in my locker!” she shouted, but I could hear uncertainty in her voice.

            “Are you positive?’ I answered, “And there may be some other items you don’t want discovered at the school as well. I suggest you look on the library computer, there is a file, a secure file, scheduled to open in twenty five minutes. It includes your performance the other evening. It will unlock and distribute over the whole school IT system unless you use the pass word CINDYSLUT and delete it. If after you try to save your pampered little life you decide to renew our agreement, email me. Use the subject line, “Please Master”

            Stunned she raced to her school, unsure what she would find, fortunately she was close and raced through the halls to her locker. There she found a book satchel that had not been there Friday when she left! She didn’t even bother to look inside; she sped to the library and found the file I had told her about, deleting it mere minutes before it ruined her life! She walked out of the building as the Narcotic Squad was rushing in. A cop grabbed her arm and said. “Hold on Miss, we are searching the premises for drugs!”

            Her eyes flew open wide, she nearly pissed herself, she was too late, her heart nearly stopped, but then another officer shouted, “Hey Jim, that’s Cindy O’Hara, the Chief’s daughter, she’s OK, let her go.”

            The first cop looked dubious, “do you have some ID Miss?’

            Cindy Produced her student ID as well as a guest badge she used to visit her dad at work, “Thanks Miss, have a great day” and he let her go.

            She made it to her car as they unloaded the drug sniffing dogs, she sat trying to catch her breath and thinking about how close it had been, if had not been for that cop recognizing her,,, she shuddered to think of the consequences.

            And now she had another call to make, there was no option. She texted, “Please master” and pulled out of the lot. She drove to a secluded park and stopped waiting on my reply. I let her stew a few minutes and called her again.

            “Now, you were saying?” I asked once she answered. ”That was very close wasn’t it slut?”

            “God damn you, you bastard!” she cried, “They nearly arrested me!”

            “Exactly slut!” I told her, “And just think about how many women your dad has sent to prison over the years! Can you imagine your life in Gotham Prison? You will be a fuck toy for every butch dyke in the place, and probably half the guards! A cute piece of ass like you will be passed around like candy! Some huge black bitch will own you and rent you out!”

            The thought of what would happen to her in prison had not occurred to the young teen before, “OH GOD!” escaped her lips involuntarily.

            I let her think for a few protracted minutes, and then I asked, “Are you ready to renew our agreement?”

            She was left with no option, my plan had cornered her completely, “yes” was all she said.

            “Yes what slut?” I asked softly.

            “Yes master?’ she answered, uncertain of what I was ordering her to say

“Now was that so hard?’ I asked. She just sobbed in response. “Now you have been a very, very bad slut!” I went on. “You know you will have to be punished and new items added to your web site don’t you?”

“Please, I am sorry” she sobbed, “I just want to go home, I just want my life back…please stop this”

“It’s far too late for that slut; it will just have to run its course” I informed her. “And we start right now unless you want to renege again and suffer the consequences and subject your family and friends to it as well”

“What do you want me to do?’ she sighed, resigned to her fate at last.

“Are you wearing that red tong?” I asked.

“Yes” she answered, forgetting the”master” title

“Well since you can’t remember to call me Master, we will have to give you a lesson so you don’t forget again. I want you to get out of your car and set on the hood, you will finger yourself until your new panties are wet, and then call me back, I have other arrangements to make”

“But someone will see” she pleaded.

“Do you see how badly you need this lesson? You forgot to address me correctly again so we will have to have another lesson later” I insisted. “If you don’t want this to get much, much worse you better get started.”

Tears streaked her face as she got out of her car and sat on the hood, she tried to be discreet, but everyone that passed noticed the stunning young girl fingering herself on the hood of her car, one male jogger stopped and asked “need any help with that itch?”

“Beat it asshole” she shot back.

“Just trying to be helpful” he laughed as he jogged off. As he did he turned and opened his phone, recording her to jack off to later.

Soon her every ready cunt was wet, so she climbed down and called me, “Now what… master?”

“Now you are learning slut! Very good! It is time we met whore, do you know where the Palm motel is?”

She knew exactly, it was a seedy run down dump that she and batgirl frequently caught criminals in! it was a haven for cheap whore s and drug dealers. “Yes… master, I know it”

“Good, go register, you have a reservation under the name Wanda Whacksemoff, you will need to pay the clerk for eight hours, they charge by the hour there”

“Master, I don’t have any money… did you put some on my card?” she asked.

“No, they clerk has agreed to rent you the room for a hand job, and those nice wet Panties. He will want to take them off you himself. But do not believe him when he tells you the room cost a blow job; he is just trying to fuck you! Tell him your pimp has established the price, he has to take it up with me. Is all that clear?’

“But he will think I am a whore if I do that!” she protested.

“Well Wanda, today you are a whore” I informed her. “Now since you forgot to address me by the correct title you had better be damn good once I get there, or you WILL BE SUCKING THAT CLERKS COCK WHORE! Do you not understand this simple rule, you always call me master!”

She heard the anger in my voice, “I am sorry master. Please. I will make it up to you! I swear, please forgive me!”

Her begging my fuck pole come to full erection and throb, I needed to meet her soon! “Get your sorry cunt over there now whore, and be glad I didn’t register you under your real name!”

“Thank you master” she sobbed as she put her car into gear for the drive to the seediest part of town.

I could not believe this world class piece of tail was going to be mine to use however I wanted!

When she arrived at the motel she put on her sunglasses as a sorry assed disguise, and went in to the lobby. An old clerk answered the bell when she rang it, “You should have a room for Wanda Whacksemoff?”

“Yes I do whore” the old man laughed. “I love your “professional” name…I think you have something for me?

“Yes, where can we go to give it to you?” Cindy asked.

“Just hop up on the counter and I’ll get them panties!” the old pervert answered.

“Isn’t there somewhere more private” Cindy asked, “Someone will see use!”

“Since when did a whore act so shy?” the stinking snagged toothed old man laughed, “Get up there or get out! Then I want my blow job!”

“You know my pimp didn’t include that!” she sniffed as she hopped on the counter. The filthy old man ran his hand up her thigh, liberally touching her cunt as he worked the red thong free. He pulled it down her legs  and over her shoes.

 Then the disgusting old bastard held them up to his nose and sniffed them! “Your cunt smells nice whore, what do you charge for an hour between your legs?”

“I am not a whore and you could never afford me anyway” she sniffed arrogantly

“Well you are here, and you are paying for a room with your panties and a blow job!” a woman’s voice startled her; Cindy had not noticed her enter. She was clearly a crack whore by her looks. In fact Cindy was sure she had arrested her before, but the bleary eyed whore didn’t recognize her. “Do you think your better than the rest of us whore? I was young and pretty once, just like you, my tits were even better, weren’t they Sam” she addressed the clerk for his opinion.

“I don’t remember” the old man said, “And I haven’t seen hers…yet”

“And you never will!” Cindy exclaimed, “Let’s get this over with!”

“Get on your knees you arrogant whore!” Sam ordered as he undid his filthy pants, his wrinkled old cock popped to attention proudly for a fuck pole its age! “Here use these!” He tossed her the red thong..

“For what?” the naive girl asked stupidly.

“TO JACK HIM OFF WITH YOU STUPID SLUT!” the old looking crack whore laughed “Are you retarded? Hold them in your hand as you stroke his cock!”

Cindy was almost relieved as she shielded her hand with the slick red material. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and began stroking him rapidly. “Slow down bitch!” he ordered “Are you trying to tear my cock off! Spit on it before you rub me raw!”

The disgusted teen spat on the old man’s dick and soon stroked him to where he could not hold back any longer, he spurted a big wad of cum that landed on her cheek as Cindy masturbated him! She started to stop but he slapped her, “Don’t stop bitch, you will get cum on that pretty face often! Keep stroking it until it gets soft, that’s the deal!”

He moaned and groaned until it was finally too soft to stroke any more. Cindy tossed the panties on the counter, “Where are my keys”

“Patience whore patience” the old man hobbled behind the counter and produced a set of keys, “Room 667” pointing down the side walk. “It’s the bridal suite” he laughed. “Enjoy your stay at the Palm! And don’t forget to sign up for our frequent visitor rewards program, a good looking slut like you can rack up some serious points quick! And off course we have several payment options…”

            Cindy flipped him the finger as she stormed out of the lobby, her ears burning in shame, she had been reduced to a whore, and it was just sinking in as she fumbled with the room key. How did a nice girl from an upper middle class family end up jerking off an old man in a motel lobby to pay for a cheap room to do who knows what in?” she wondered to herself.

            I had told her to carry the bag she had gotten at her school to the room, he had told her to look in it and put on what she found inside next to the drugs after she had showered. It was her high school cheerleader outfit! I had been in her room! There was no other way for me to have gotten it she realized! There was also a whip, and a huge black rubber cock!

            Well she knew she was cornered, she donned the outfit, which was snug in high school, but she had grown since then, it was several sizes too small now, especially since I had washed it and dried it on high heat….

            She also found a DVD in the bag, and instructions to put it in the DVD player hooked to the big screen TV that looked very out of place in the run down room. Instantly she was watching porn on a fifty two inch screen… “Great” she muttered as she sat in a chair, to disgusted to go anywhere near the bed. She could here other women moaning and crying through the thin walls as they plied the oldest trade known to man.

            Cindy found it oddly erotic, if somewhat disgusting. Along with the porn it was sending a very powerful message to her mind. She had always been easily aroused, and this was playing on her senses. Her phone rang and she answered it quickly.

            “I am close, there is some X in the bag if you want, it may help your nerves” I offered.

            She considered it for a moment, and decided, “What the hell” and took a hit. She was instantly filled with a warm feeling. She heard me enter and sat up…”

            “YOU!” she shouted, “YOU? How can it be YOU?”

            “That’s right you little whore!” I laughed, “That fat turd from the library. And by the way, you are going to find out how big my cock really is bitch! Now kneel to your new master!”

            “No, I can’t do this!” she cried, she tried to run, she tried to push past me in a panic, she was much younger and probably very strong but that X was laced with some other goodies that slowed her down! I tossed her back over the bed. She bounced back up and tried to assume a fighting stance, but the drugs were slowing her down, and I slapped her again.

            “You better settle down slut, remember, I hold all the cards here!” I warned. “Look at the TV”

She spun around and her jaw dropped in shock as she saw herself in the lobby of the motel jacking off the clerk! That’s right Cindy, or should I say ROBYN, I have you on your knees soliciting sex for a room at a known whore motel! I have you jacking a man off with your red panties… How will the press react to that? By the way, that helpful jogger uploaded his camera phone video of you fingering yourself to you tube. I took it down for now, but he seemed to recognize you. You have been a very naughty girl ROBYN!”

“YOU KNOW!” she cried. “YOU KNOW WHO I AM!”

“Of course slut, and now you are mine, and unless you cooperate fully I will ruin NOT ONLY you, but everyone you know and love!” I warned her. “There is no room to negotiate, no way out now; you fell for it hook, line, and sinker! You own stupid behavior has ruined you, the only question is how many you take down with you!”

“Please, just let me go, please! I never meant to hurt you… PLEASE END THIS!” she pleaded as I grabbed her by her hair and dragged her off the bed. Without a word I shoved her to her knees next to the bed and sat down on it, my legs spread wide.

“I told you that you needed to please me to avoid worse punishment didn’t I?’ I stated.

“Yes….” Then she remembered what had caused her so much grief before, “MASTER!”

“Now, I want you to beg to suck my cock!” I growled, “I want you to apologize for calling me a turd.”

“Please master, forgive me, I didn’t know, I am sorry, please may I suck your cock?’ she begged just as she had been told.

At this point I was about to bust a nut and I wanted it to be in her mouth not in my shorts. I peeled my pants, and pointed to my shorts, “You may have the honor of removing my under wear slut”

She started to reach out with her hand but I slapped it away, “Use your mouth whore!” She was crying as she struggled to pull of my shorts with her mouth, making my cock throb even more. When her young moist lips touched my cock for the first time I about lost it right there. As she clumsily tried to suck my cock I leaned over and picked up the phone on the nightstand. “I need some room service, send the old skank in the lobby to 667… I will tip you later…”

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. I pulled Cindy off my cock and told her “Answer it, let her in”

She got up and I got a good look at her fantastic ass as she went to the door and opened it. It was the same crack whore that Cindy had met in the lobby. The broken down old slut asked, “What do you want, I get 40.00 for a three way…”

“I will give you a hundred to coach this stupid little cunt on how to suck a cock correctly!” I countered.

“Bitch ain’t so high and mighty now is she?’ the hooker laughed, “What’s the matter princess, never sucked a man’s cock before?”

“No, of course not!” Cindy snapped, “That’s sick…”

“Well ain’t we the finicky one” the older whore laughed, “I remember my first cock sucking, I thought I would die too. I see this guy is pretty big too, a tough way to learn. Now the secret is to relax your throat and breathe through your nose, like this…”

The old whore dropped to her worn knees like the pro she was and swallowed me whole. Then she pulled off and he showed Cindy how to swirl her hand around my shaft softly as she worked my cock into her throat. “Don’t worry princess; you will learn to take it all. Good oral skills will get you by even after those tits start sagging and the cunt is stretched out” the older woman advised. “And always swallow, men like that…”

“Thanks for the advice, I will settle up when we leave” I told the older whore.”Please let yourself out, my girl and I need some privacy”

“No problem” she answered, she pulled Cindy’s head back by her hair. “Remember, you are nothing but a paid cum dump. The better you do your job, the better it pays! Once you except you are nothing more than a whore you will be better off!”

“One last question” I asked the crack whore as I shoved Cindy’s mouth back on my cock, “how old are you?”

“Well, I turned 25 last week” she answered, “Good luck with your new whore!”

Cindy was stunned; she would have figured the old whore to be fifty at least! Was this how she was going to end up? “Did you see that poor old whore? Is that how you want to end up? You will you know if you ever disobey me again, we are here so you can see where you life will end up after you get out of jail if I release the stuff I have.” I felt her sob as I explained her future; she couldn’t say anything as I had my cock about eight inches down her throat.

“Just suck my cock and listen whore” I went on. “It does not have to be this way; it’s like that old story “Christmas Carol”, you know, where Scrooge sees his options? I am your master now, but that is a lot less terrible than the other options. I might let you have a fairly normal life if you cooperate. You can stay in school and out of jail, would you like that?’

I pulled her off my cock, and she choked out a weak”Yes…yes master please, I will be good”

“I am glad to hear it kitten, now finish me!” I shoved her back onto my cock. It wasn’t about three more strokes until I shot my wad in her throat and mouth. My pent up load choked her, filling her mouth and throat. Her cheeks bulged with it as she tried to figure out the next move..

“Swallow it slut, didn’t you hear your cock sucking coach?” I laughed. “She knows what she is talking about. Now swallow it!”

The young blond managed to get it down without barfing “Please master, can we leave this horrible place? I have learned my lesson, please?”

“No, I am afraid you have more punishment coming, I need to be certain you understand your new life” I answered softly. “I have several activities planned for tonight.”

“I can’t…” she panicked, “I have to meet Bat.. I mean Barbara at dark.”

“Sorry Robyn, you won’t be meeting Batgirl tonight” I advised her.

“But…but she will know something is wrong” Cindy argued.

“You are going to call in sick or something whore!” I warned. I turned on the radio in the room and commanded her, “Now dance for me whore, and make it sexy! Do some of those cheerleader moves!” I opened a bottle and grabbed some Viagra, downing it with a shot of whiskey.

Damn that little bitch was hot as she danced for me, that was world class cunt, and it was all mine now. She danced very well for a white girl; I expect mommy and daddy had paid for some classes never thinking their precious little baby would end up slut dancing for me in a sleazy motel room! Unseen cameras recorded her every gyrations from several directions. I could see the concern on her face as she tried to figure out what she was going to tell batgirl.

“This is different than High School Cindy!” I advised her, “You can finger yourself! Show me what a slutty little cheerleader you really are! Think about what it is going to be like when I stick this fuck meat in that tight little cunt of yours… Remember what it felt like as that whore showed you how to suck a cock! Remember the thrill you got when that guy took your picture in the park! You know you are a natural born slut, your cunt gets wet so damn easy doesn’t it?  Answer me whore!”

Her hand touched her crotch and I saw her shiver as a finger touched her clit, “OHH”, a moan escaped her lips involuntarily, “YES Master…” she finally answered.

After a few minutes I ordered her, “Drop the panties slut!” She made the difficult maneuver look sexy and I was as hard as a brick again.  “Pull the sweater over your tits whore!” I could see her nipples were like little erasers poking out half an inch!

“Get your Bat phone and go over to the chair by the desk! “ I ordered her. I placed her hands on the chair back and kicked her legs apart, “never close your legs unless I tell you whore!” I whispered in her ear, leaning over her. I heard her gasp as I ran my finger up and down her crack. I felt her moisten almost instantly at my touch of her cunt lips. When it reached her clit there was an undeniable sharp intake of breath and a little shudder to go with it.

“You like it when a man touches you there don’t you whore?” I whispered in her ear. “It makes you wet doesn’t slut?’

She tried to deny the obvious, “No, this is wrong…Please let me go… ohhh aawww please stop, I don’t want to do this, not like this…please…ummm”

“I bet your mommy never told how good it feels to have a man stroke your pussy did she?’ I went on touching her gently. “Think about what it is going to be like when I stick my cock in you! It will stretch that tight little hole of yours wide and fill you completely!”

I reached around her waist and stroked her tight little twat as I shoved my swollen cock against her crack. I felt another shudder as I did; the girl was a natural born slut and just could not help herself as I over stimulated her.

“Reach down between your legs and stoke my cock!” I ordered and soon her slender hand was wrapped around my throbbing fuck pole. I let her stroke it a couple times as she had to bend over further to reach it, tilting her cunt at a perfect angle. “Guide me in to your cunt little whore!” I demanded, “Give yourself to me like the cheap slut you are! Guide your new master into your womb bitch!”

I felt her tighten her grip and hesitate for a second at my demeaning words, so I pushed further, “You are mine, there is no escape slut! Do as I tell you or I will rape you first, and then ruin your life and all the people who love you will know what a whore you are! I will ruin their lives as well! It’s your choice, make it now and live with it! This is much better than spending the rest of your life in jail servicing the criminal dykes in there, or back out here on the street earning a living like this! You decide your own fate slut! You can walk out that door right now and be ruined, or reach down and put your master’s cock in your pussy for the first time! DECIDE! Ask me to accept you as my slave, or leave and suffer the consequences for you and your loved ones! Submit or leave!”

She paused for just another pregnant moment before she did what she knew all along what she was going to have to do. She leaned over even further and placed my cock against her tight pink opening. “Please take me master!”

I damn near popped my nut right there! It was incredible, Batgirl’s partner just submitted to me, begged me to accept her as a slave! I love it when a plan comes together! I could not wait to make Batgirl watch this video of her trusted young sidekick submitting to me like a cheap whore! I also decided I was going to make Cindy betray her friend as well!

I thrust forward and my cock felt like it had just entered heaven! Her cunt was both tight and slick at the same time as I plowed in balls deep after just a few strokes. This bitch was truly designed to pleasure a man, and judging by her panting gasping breathes she liked it nearly as much as I did!

I slid in and out of her loving the way she moaned. I stopped and I heard her gasp in frustration. “Fuck me whore, fuck your man!” She got my meaning and began to thrust back onto my fuck pole, kind of twisting a bit as she did. “Finger yourself slut, but don’t cum until I tell you! You never cum without my permission, do you understand?’

“But…but,,,” she stammered as she fucked herself on my cock. “I…can’t…can’t… hold it much longer!”

“Open your phone” I told her, “Put it on speaker and call Batgirl, tell her you are working on something important and you will meet her later!”

“Ohhh….ooohhh!” she was moaning as she tried to pull herself together to make the call.  “H…hey B…b… I am g…going to meet you later” she stammered, “S…something important has come up” I chuckled at her choice of words as she humped herself on my dick. “No… I am fine… really… I will explain later!”

I could hear Barbara’s annoyed, and concerned voice on the other end, “look Cindy, what we do is important! If you aren’t sick or something we need to patrol, it is Saturday night…”

“I know, I kn...know” Cindy answered, “B…but I am working on a lead myself! Please B, I will meet you later! I swear…”

“Are you involved in something dangerous?’ Barb asked again.

“N…no, I swear” Cindy lied. “Look, it will just be a few hours, I promise!”

“What is that sound, and why are you so breathless?’ Barb asked pointedly.

“I…I am working out!” Cindy lied again, “Like you always tell, a crime fighter needs to w… work out!”

“FINE!” Batgirl snapped, knowing she wasn’t going to win this argument and more than a little peeved at Cindy/Robyn for pulling this on her last minute. “I will see you later, and you better have a good explanation!”

After the call was disconnected I laughed, “She treats you like such a little girl, which has to be annoying!”

“Y…you have no idea” Cindy moaned… “m…master…please….”

“You did very well kitten, you may come for me!” I allowed. And cum she did, she was a juicy one this little one! She coated us both with her crotch honey as I added what seemed to be a gallon of my own to the mix! Her cunt was incredible, I don’t know how else to describe it. I had had sex with more than a few women, including a number of whores, and none could compare to this! And my ex wife, forget it! That frigid bitch barely tolerated sex, at least with me, and probably never came once in our entire marriage! Now here was a spectacular girl, half my age coating me in her love juices… wow…

I felt her go weak at the knees and drop to the floor, panting heavily “Do you always cum like that slut”

“No” she gasp, clearly ashamed that she had exploded like that while in effect being raped. “Never, she admitted.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her face into my crotch after I sat in the office chair we had just fucked over, “Lick me clean whore” I leaned back and smiled as she lapped up her mess languidly. “Have you ever cum for a man before?’ I demanded, “Tell me the truth”

“No master, the boys I have had sex with always came to fast” she admitted. She had come while a boy in high school had fucked her, but it was nothing like the mind altering cascade of orgasms she had just experienced, the difference from a clumsy boy jabbing at her frantically and a man with a lot of experience was like night and day!

The situation, her tongue, and the Viagra had me ready to go again in just minutes. I leaned back further and told her, “Squat over me with your back to me!”

She got up and turned around, she had to spread her legs pretty far to straddle the chair, but she positioned that marvelous twat over my cock again, but I pushed her forward a bit, “I want to ass fuck you slut! Set down on my cock!”

“No please, its way to big” she begged, “You will tear me in two!”

“ONE! TWO! THREE!” I began counting, “And it won’t be a hair brush this time whore, did you see the whip in the bag with your drugs? SIX! SEVEN!”

“OOOWWWW!” she cried as she sat down on my rock hard cock and it slowly was shoved past her outer ring by her own body weight. Deeper and deep it impaled her as she squatted further onto me until I was my full eight inches into her guts.

“Now ass fuck yourself, and finger your cunt with one hand and your tits with the other !” I ordered.

It wasn’t long before she was sliding up and down my cock, building another fiery orgasm in her own cunt with her fingers as she did. “OOOWWW AAAHHHH M…MASTER, PLEASE!”

“Do you want to cum like a cheap whore as I rape your ass?’ I asked.

Her face already red from the discomfort of having her ass stuffed with cock turned a deeper shade of crimson, “Yes master, pleeesssaaeee!”

“Very well whore!” I allowed, and again she cam filling my lap with her honey. But this time it was much more prolonged, I felt her body shake several times as her ass clamped around my fuck stick like a vice! I pulled out of her bowels and repositioned myself into her steaming twat, sliding in my whole length in one thrust. I felt her shudder and moan, “OOHH MMYY GGGAAAWWDDDD! OOOWWWW MMYYY GGGAAAWWDWD!” as she was racked by a couple more orgasms. My cum blasting deep into her womb triggered a third for her in just a few minutes as she humped herself furiously.

Finally she could take no more, she collapsed still pined on my cock, “Please master, I am done…”

“You are never done until your master says you are!” I snarled, lifting her off my cock and letting her drop to the floor, her legs too wobbly to hold her. I dragged her face to my crotch and forced her to clean me again. I stood up after she was done and picked up the desk phone again, “Front desk, “I need more towels, my whore has made a mess! I am sending her up to get them now; she will settle the bill!”

Turning to the exhausted teen at my feet I snarled, “Go to the front desk and get us some towels whore!” I ordered. She looked up at me a saw in my face she had better not argue.

“Yes master!” she answered correctly. She struggled to her feet and pulled down her short cheerleader skirt and looked for her panties.

“Leave them off” I told her. “And tip the desk clerk!”

“T…tip him?’ she stammered, then added “Master” almost too late to avoid further punishment.

“Yes, show him your tits and bend over in front of him, have him call the room when you do!” I told her.

“Please master, not in front of him!” she pleaded, “I will do everything you ask, see?’ she bent over in front of me. That desk clerk was in for a treat let me tell you! “But please, I would feel so cheap if I do that, didn’t I please you?’

I smacked her across the face; she was going to have a black eye to explain to Barbara later. “I was pleased until you disobeyed me again slut!” I snarled. “I told you this night was a lesson because of your disobedience previously! Clearly you are not getting the message! Now you will obey me, you will do what I told you, and now you will do something else, you are going to suck his cock, right there in the lobby! DO YOU UNDERSTAND! DO YOU HAVE ANYMORE COMPLAINTS? If you don’t want to fuck everyone in this motel you better get going!”

The stunned girl staggered from the room, smarting from the slap and from my words. My cum slowly drying and cracking on her thighs as she staggered, trying to avoid being seen to the seedy motel lobby. She didn’t understand how I could be so cruel; usually when she let a boy fuck her he was like a whipped puppy in her hands for weeks, always trying to curry favor and maybe another round of sex from her! I had treated her like dirt, like what she had done meant nothing to me! Oddly she found herself aroused, how could that be? Was she REALLY no more than a cheap slut?

She entered the dimly lit lobby and made her way to the counter, another whore was checking in, her John turned and eyed the pretty young blond so clearly leaking cum from under a skirt too short to cover her ass and cunt fully. Her sweater was pushed up over the nicest set of tits he had ever seen on a whore. “Hey Blondie, what are your rates?’

The other hooker turned and growled, “Hey bitch, this is my date!”

Cindy sobbed, “Please no… I am just here for some towels… I am not… not…uh working!”

“I would go 200.00!” the John offered to the other whore’s chagrin, she was going to fuck this guy for fifty!

Cindy just looked away while they finished checking in. The John handed her a card, “if you ever get a free night… call, the offer stands!”

Sam the desk clerk was glad to see them leave the lobby so he could deal with poor little Cindy. “So you want some towels eh… What are your going to give me in exchange?”

She turned and bent over, grabbing her ankles, her cum crusted ass and cunt clearly visible, “I was told to give you a blow job…?” she offered hesitatingly.

He say on the counter and answered, “Sounds good slut!”

Soon she had another man’s wrinkled old cock in her mouth. She tried to remember what the older crack whore had told her to do. This was worse than sucking my master’s cock she thought, it stinks and taste rancid, doesn’t he ever wash?’ Then she blushed as she realized she had thought of me as her “Master”, not the bastard that was blackmailing and raping her! “What is wrong with me?” she thought as she felt the weal looking desk clerks cum hit the back of her throat!

“Damn, you still have a lot to learn as a whore” he laughed, stinging her pride even more. “Here are your towels, and here’s a five for the blow job, I know a working girl needs her money! Be sure to give it to your pimp, I will check and make sure you do, he will beat the shit out of you if you don’t whore”

The stunned girl staggered back towards the room where she was rapidly being turned into a whore, in fact she WAS a whore, paying for things with sex was proof of that, and the five dollar bill wadded in her hand just added to the shame.

She knocked and I opened the door, she looked up at me with tear s flowing down her face as she entered the room. She dropped to her knees and offered the five to me. “Please master, I am sorry for all the things I have done to displease you. Please don’t make me do that again, I can’t bear it, please. I will be a good girl, I will do whatever you command I swear! I just didn’t know what I was supposed to do! Please forgive me master, be kind…”

I was stunned, I mean completely flabbergasted, this was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. A world class bitch like Cindy O’Hara was begging me on her knees to be my exclusive whore… wow! “Shower up slut, I will join you there in a minute!”

I made another call and joined her in the shower where I made her scrub herself and me, then towel us off. “Put on your school uniform” I ordered her, “We are going to have guest soon!”

I saw panic in her eyes, she thought her punishment was over, “Please master, I thought, please, don’t make me…make me…”

“You will fuck who ever I want” I snarled back, “But if you don’t want to fuck an entire biker gang you better shut your fucking mouth, do you understand?’

“Yes master, please, whatever you want, I am sorry” she pleaded further.

Just then the loud sound of motorcycles filled the parking lot as several parked in front of our room. There was a loud knock and I indicated Cindy should answer the door. I had made her shorten up her plaid skirt and tie her shirt under her tits to make her uniform a bit more sluttish. Her hair was in pigtails making her look even younger.

She opened the door and there stood a huge biker with his woman next to him. She wore a red bikini top about two sizes to small and black leather chaps open in the crotch with only the tiny thong bikini bottoms under them. She carried a small duffle type bag.

The big biker snarled, “You have the stuff?”

“Did you bring the cash?” I answered, trying to sound more sure than I was.

“Of course” he growled, “What do I look like, a fucking crook?” Then he laughed a booming laugh, releasing much of the tension in the room.

“Well don’t just stand there slack jawed you stupid slut!” I snarled at little Cindy. “Give the man his drugs bitch and collect the money!”

Stunned at my words she grabbed her school book bag and handed it toward the man. “You are a stupid cunt aren’t you?” he laughed. “I don’t handle drugs, give it to her whore!”

Cindy altered her direction and exchanged bags with the dark haired biker chick. Then her blood froze, the biker asked me, “Would you sell that whore brother? I would give you a thousand right now?’

I paused as Cindy’s heart raced before I answered, “No, I don’t think so, I am still breaking her in. She ain’t worth a thousand; you would be pissed at me for ripping you off. Besides she is the only one I have right now…”

“Dude” he laughed, “She would be worth every penny! And I would throw in this cunt so you would have an old lady around…”

“I don’t think so, not today” I replied, hoping he wouldn’t be too pissed off. Just to be sure I offered him the use of her cunt, “She can give you a good fucking before you go though, sort of a consolation prize!” Cindy looked at me with an odd expression on her face, she knew better than to disobey, but she felt like she had been sold out. “Bend over the chair there slut and let my new friend discover what it is you are best at!”

She didn’t even open her mouth although I could see her jaw clenching in anger. She didn’t anser “Yes master” either, for which she was going to be sorry for later.

Her cunt didn’t lube up as quickly this time as took her from behind, this felt more like a rape than anything she had experienced before, and she hated it, a lot. The biker turned and shouted as he plowed Cindy’s cunt, “Feel free to use my old lady!”

Well never one to refuse free cunt I grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face into my crotch. Cindy’s face turned even deeper red as I humiliated her in front of yet another pair of miscreants, “AAHHH at last, a decent blow job! Blondie there is still learning the art of cock sucking!”

The biker blew his nut soon enough, pulling out and coating Cindy’s skirt with his jizz. I wasn’t far behind, his old lady sucked a mean cock.

“Well if you’re sure we can’t work out a trade” the biker laughed, “We will be on our way!” Soon the sound of Harley Exhaust was disappearing into the night.

Cindy sat in the chair, wiping the biker’s cum off her skirt, she looked at me and said “I thought I had apologized…”

My slap sent her spinning to the floor. “You will never question my authority again bitch! Do you understand? I needed your cunt to seal a deal, so I gave it to him! It is MINE to give to whomever I choose, you better learn to enjoy it whore! Besides, your punishment isn’t over, you clearly do not understand the word submit completely!”

I gathered up our gear and I dragged her to my car, then thought better of it, her car was nice and if we weren’t here somebody would strip it for certain. My old piece of shit, I would pay somebody to take it…

I shoved her into the drivers seat, “Drive!” I commanded.

“Drive where?” she asked, then remembered “Master?”

I pointed and said “go this way, it isn’t far”. I directed her to a seedy little strip mall and an all night tattoo pallor.

“What are we doing here?” she asked her eyes wide.

“I am marking my property whore!” I laughed.

“No, you can’t, please, I know I belong to you master, please” she begged as I dragged her from the car.

“Apparently you forget a lot!” I shot back as I pulled her along. I dragged her into the stinking tattoo parlor and greeted an old friend from the comic conventions. His name was Tommy Baldwin, and he was a tattoo artist.

“What can I do for you Lance?’ he smiled, but never took his eyes off poor little Cindy.

“Wanda wants a tat” I answered, “Right over her cunt!”

Cindy tried to pull away but a quick slap got her back into line. “I want a Cheyenne war lance with two feathers right here” I pulled up her short skirt and point just above her nearly bald twat. “Do you have a razor, the nasty bitch needs to shave…”

The seedy tattoo artist produced a razor and a can of shaving cream. “Hop up on his table and shave that nasty twat!” I ordered. She was pretty well broken down spirit wise by now and she did as she was told. Tommy spread her wide over the table and went to work.

I imagine she was already a little sensitive from the razor, but when that needle hit her flesh she went wild. I ended up strapping her legs to the table to hold her still. I gave her a rag to bite on as Tommy finished.

It wasn’t a huge tat as tats go, but its meaning was clear. It was a Cheyenne war lance, with the words “Property of” on the shaft. Now ever time she looked down she would remember… She started to come back around, she had sort of fainted when she saw the tat and back out she went.

I dragged the shattered girl back to her car; she was in no shape to drive, and no shape to meet batgirl either! So I took her home and introduced her to my parents… Well I would have if they were still up. I helped Cindy to my basement room and tossed her on the bed.

I took her cell and opened it, there were fifty messages from Batgirl, none of which seemed very happy. I just typed a text reply to the last one, “Sorry got tied up… Will call you tomorrow, I swear.

Chapter Four

Batgirl fumed as Robyn refused to return her messages; it was like she was ignoring her all together. Barbara had been concerned since the first call she had received that evening begging off their weekend patrols, but now she was just plain mad. She had always wondered about Cindy’s immaturity and what would happen because of it.

But the shit really hit the fan when Batgirl had followed a known drug dealer to the shady part of town and the Palm Motel! When the biker had pounded on a motel room door, a slut-ishly clad whore had opened the door. Batgirl realized this was not one of this motel’s regulars, to young and pretty, she looked a lot like Cindy…

Then the realization hit her in the gut like a fist, it was Cindy! The stunned cape crusader paced about, now uncertain what to do. Should she crash in? What was Cindy working on? What had she informed Barbara what she was doing? Batgirl decided to get closer to see if she could hear using her bat microphone listening device. At the first sign of trouble she would crash in and save her friend, and then give her the scolding of a lifetime for risking her life like that!

What she heard did not sound like a fight, it sounded like some people having wild assed sex! She heard Cindy scream, “Please fuck me, oh please fuck me!” over and over. Stunned and appalled Batgirl slunk away into the dark trying to figure out what she had just witnessed. As she retreated into the shadows she saw the biker and his woman leave, he saw the biker grab Cindy’s breast and she didn’t slap his hand away… There was another figure in the room batgirl could not quit make out in the shadows, but Cindy seemed free to leave. Her car was in the lot. Barbara puzzled as the bikers left with a bag she recognized as Cindy’s book bag! Cindy opened the bag the bikers left and looked like she was counting money…

It was all Barbara could do not to storm down there, but she trusted her side kick, and if she did it could cause a big problem, so she left and kept trying to call her young friend. Finally she got the message I sent. I wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. She went by Cindy’s house just before dawn, but Cindy’s car wasn’t there.

Cindy woke up in my bed next to me with a start, she startled me too when she did. “Oh my god, where am I? Did I dream all of that last night?” Then a twinge of pain from her crotch drew her eye there and she saw the tattoo.

“What have you done to me?’ she moaned as I stirred reluctantly. I was Sunday and I was in no hurry to get up.

“I told you I marked my property slut!” I informed her. “Now your punishment for past transgressions is over, we can talk about your future”

“What future?” she moaned, “You ruined me! You raped me, you let other men rape me, and you marked me like a piece of property… I can’t go to the cops, or my father…I am sure Barbara will disown me too. WHAT FUTURE DO I HAVE LEFT?”

“Last night was all about teaching you a lesson” I informed her. “You belong to me, lock stock and barrel, pussy, tits and ass, and will not tolerate disobedience. I can make you life MUCH worse than last night, keep that in mind! Do what I tell you, when I tell you and lessons like that won’t have to be repeated and you can lead a fairly normal life, even go back to crime fighting. But understand this, I own you, when I call you come, and you better practice addressing me with respect. If there are people around you may call me sir, otherwise it is master. Now I have a huge hard on, I want you on top of me now slut!”

She looked in my eyes with those cobalt eyes of hers as she straddled me, sort of pinning my cock to my stomach. Then she began humping it, sliding her lips along it until she began to get wet. Then she shifted and took it into her steaming cunt. “Master, if you don’t make me do those horrible things with other men, I will make you the happiest man on earth, I swear! I have learned the lesson, please no more…”

“That depends on you slut” I laughed. I knew she was trying to use her body to seduce me into caring about her. If I had been a boy her age I would have melted instantly, she could have wrapped me around her finger as she has so many youngsters in her day without even having to actually fuck them. She knew what she had and she had used it before. There was one professor at her school that never even read her work, just slapped an A on it; he was so smitten by this young beauty. Well, I was no love smitten teen, there was nothing she could offer I didn’t already have, but she would learn. In the mean time I had a world class piece of ass riding my cock!

I had just shot my nut, and I think Cindy had cum twice when my mom walked into my room, “OH MY GOD HERALD YOU SON DRAGGED HOME ANOTHER HOOKER!”

“Mom, this is Cindy, say Hi to my mom Cindy!” I laughed, doing nothing to dispel mom’s impression Cindy was a whore. “Why don’t you cook breakfast for us, Cindy may stay the day…”

“I don’t cook breakfast for whores” the old woman shouted

“She isn’t getting paid for this mother, she is my new girl friend” I told her as dad came in.

His reaction was “Damn son that is a good looking whore! What does she charge?”

“Dad, forget it, she is my girl! Mom, please, you have embarrassed her!” I laughed as she tried to cover up. “Please mom, fix us some breakfast and we will talk OK?’

My folks shuffled off and Cindy laughed, “you really are a loser aren’t you?’

I smacked her across the face again and shook her, “Listen bitch, I was being nice! I could make you clean their toilet with your mouth and fuck the mail man on their porch when he gets here! You better act grateful, I am offering a nice relaxed day at home. We could go back to the motel… Do you remember what that desk clerk tasted like?”

“NOOO! Please I am sorry, you were being nice Master” she stammered realizing the trouble she was in. “Let’s get some breakfast, I haven’t had anything but cum to eat in about twenty four hours.”

“Take a shower and de-slut your school uniform” I told her. “Meet me at the table in ten minutes”.

Cindy fled to the downstairs shower, glad for the hot water to try and rinse away the last day’s shame, it didn’t work as she sobbed while she scrubbed until her skin glowed red. She was never going to feel clean again….

I was sitting at the table with mom and dad when she came in, she looked radiant, well other than a slightly black eye from the night before. She was on her best behavior as we talked. “Mom, Dad, Cindy here is in law school and wants to go into law enforcement”

Dad looked at her closely and asked, “are you old enough to be legal to sleep with Lance?’

Barbara was angry again, she flip flopped between angry and concerned. She fired off another text, “Where are you, we need to talk!”

She got even angrier when the reply came, “Hanging with friends, chill out!”

She dialed Cindy and finally got an answer. Cindy was driving me back to get my car when she called. I had my slut put it on speaker. “Hi Babs”

Barbara hated it when anyone called her Babs, hated it with a passion, “Where are you young lady?’

“None of your business MOM” Cindy replied, truly annoyed at Barbara as well.

“You know full well it IS my business girl!” Barbara shot back, “I need to be able to trust you completely! Where were you last night?”

“I had some things to take care, just ease up OK?’ Cindy fired back

“Was one of those things a big biker at the palms Motel last night?’ batgirl asked coldly.

Cindy’s face went white, “You were there?”

“I saw enough” Batgirl retorted, “And heard enough too! “Fuck me, please fuck me!” sound familiar you little tramp?”

“TRAMP?” Cindy shouted, “You have no idea what I went through last night! What I was doing there! What did you do, follow me?”

“NO!” Barbara declared, “I followed the biker, imagine my surprise when he led me to a seedy motel for whores and you are there!”

I whispered, “Tell her you are working on a case under cover”

She did and Barbara snapped, “so why keep it from me?’

“Because if you vary your routine the bad guys my get on to the new case!” Cindy declared, lying pretty skillfully. “It was something the Chief asked me to look into. Look, the Chief is trying to reach me on my other phone, let me call you back in five.”

There was no other call of course but she needed to get off the line to come up with a good lie. “Now what?’ she sobbed, “Batgirl saw me pay a dope dealer! What are we going to do? She KNOWS!”

“She don’t know anything and if you keep your cock sucker shut she won’t find out, until it’s too late anyway” I told my new pet.

“Too late?” Cindy asked.

“Yes, she is dangerous, I need to control her too” I explained. I didn’t tell her that her partner was the real reason behind all she had been put through. “And you are going to help”

“NO WAY!” she cried, slamming on the brakes and pulling over to a parking lot. “You said if I submitted you would not ruin anyone else’s lives! You promised!”

“I have no choice bitch, you know Barbara she will pursue this until the last thread is unraveled!” I warned. “You two got into crime fighting knowing full well it could end badly for you, well it has. Now you still have a chance at a fairly normal life, and so does she once she realizes who she belongs to! You decide, that, or you in jail, Barbara out-ed as batgirl and all the criminals in Gotham knowing who she and her family is, and your family too Cindy. Think about it carefully… Those are your choices. Oh, you could kill me I suppose, but all the info regarding your criminal activity and secret identities will reach the hands of a lot of people, some even nastier than me. How you look on the back of that Biker’s Harley, or being fucked by the Penguin?’

All my plans as well as they had gone so far could easily unravel now if I wasn’t careful, all because of the off chance Batgirl had followed that biker. I had planned on making Barbara to submit like Cindy, blackmailing her into submission, but it looked like time was running out. Batgirl’s bat senses were on high alert, and I really didn’t know if just exposing her identity was going to be enough, or would her love and paternal instincts toward Cindy help tip the scales in my favor? I decided not to leave it up to chance.

I called Randall Cobb, the biker from the previous evening. I had met him at a party some years ago through a mutual part time drug abuser. Randall was known to be able to provide anything a man might need, from muscle, to capital, at an absurd interest of course. I had provided him with some IT support a couple times, including a couple listening device jammers  the Feds still can’t figure out.“Hey Randall, Lance… what’s up bro? Did you like that stuff you bought last night? I thought you would… Cindy, no she still isn’t for sale, at least not yet”

I saw Cindy go pale under her perfect tan at that last sentence. “I think I can get a big quantity of it reasonable, you interested? OK, I don’t want money; I need to borrow that film studio.  Well I have the ultimate star for you… Cindy? No… That’s private stock for now man, but I might let you have another taste if all goes well. Here is what I need man."

 When I finished with Randall I turned to Cindy, she was as white as a sheet, cowering on her side of the car. “You are setting her up aren’t you?’ she snapped. “I won’t help you, I can’t help you do that, she is my friend!”

“Girl, you are going to help us, are we will take her anyway, believe me. The way I am trying is better for everyone including her. I can let her live a nearly normal life if this goes as planned. If it goes sidewise Randall will probably kill me, and send batgirl to Mexico or Thailand as a whore AFTER he uses her up and hooks on drugs. She will be fucking sheep and goats before she finally dies. As for you, Randall fancies you, he will keep you for a couple years, then you will join Batgirl on the donkey circuit. Or he may sell you to the Joker or Penguin, trust me, you are a lot better off having breakfast with me and my parents!”

“W…what are you going to do to her?’ she asked stupidly.

“Nothing you haven’t managed to survive” I told her. We swung by their hideout after we stopped by my car for me to retrieve a few things including a tool kit. I told Cindy to don Robyn costume and a couple other items. “Leave off the panties and climb on this table” I ordered. She jumped when I slapped the bat cuffs on her. I used a pair on each of her long lovely limbs to spread her wide and tight. “We have a few hours until Babs shows up, so let’s have some fun while we wait shall we?” Here head hung off one end and I was getting hard again so I dropped my pants and stood in front of her. I pushed her head down forcing open her throat, “Open your mouth whore, it’s time for your medicine…”

I thrust in deeper down her gullet than ever before as she gagged on my thick cock. Her convulsions only added pleasure as I throat fucked slowly, using her tits as leverage to pull in deeper. My first cum of the night scalded her throat with salty come in a matter of minutes. I saw her nipples harden quickly, the little blond was truly a slut!

I scared her when I placed a constricting band around the base of each nipple and produced a long needle which after showing her I rammed through her nipple. Then I inserted a small gold stud. “This is your electronic leash whore” I informed her as I prepped her other nipple. These allow me to track you anywhere. Oh, just so you know, if anyone tries to remove them without a pass code, they will explode, taking your lovely nipples off with them! Just so you can’t say I didn’t warn you!”

I turned on another box I had carried in, it looked like a speaker, which is exactly what it was, which I jacked into my lap top. “Testing 36C testing 36 C” I laughed at my own joke, “36C” nipple microphone, get it…?

Sorry…

“Now Robyn I can track you and hear everything you say, so you had better follow the script precisely or, well you know the deal. No more breakfast with mom and dad after I fuck your greedy little cunt silly, and you become a plaything for the prisoners in Penitentiary, got it?”

When she didn’t answer quickly enough I started counting, I made it to five before she sang out, “I got it master! I got it!”

“Well by my count you have about fifteen lashes coming” I informed her. I flicked her clit hard with my finger and she cried out, “OWWW”

“You forgot to thank me, now we have to start over” I laughed.

FLICK! “ONE MASTER! THANK YOU!” she screamed

FLICK! “TWO MASTER! THANK YOU!” she screamed

At the fifteenth she was pretty hoarse and her clit was on fire, “F…fif…fiftenn master, thank you..

When I climbed on top of her and thrust deep into her cunt, it was already wet, her clit had to hurt as I pumped in and out of her until we both came again, her after begging like she was suppose to.

I used her green shorts from her Robyn costume to clean up some of the mess, but I left cum all over her costume as the second time I fucked her I had opened the front of her costume and tit fucked her raw, squirting cum all over her face and red costume top.

“Ok bitch, let’s go. “ I un-cuffed her and she sat up rubbing her wrist and ankles.

“Why don’t I just wait here for Barbara?” she asked.

“You won’t be meeting her tonight” I advised her.

“She is going to be PISSED!” Robyn warned, “I mean really pissed, she will try to track me down!”

“Well we can take care of that!” I laughed and took her cell phone. “You know she tracks you with this don’t you?”

“No she doesn’t!” the teen fired back.

“Actually she does, she has one of those parental trackers in your phone, trust me!” I advised her. “Shed your top, leave it on the table.”

“What are you doing Master, she will be freaking out!” Cindy argued. “I had really better be here when she gets here!”

“Bring me a notepad and pen slut” I ordered and soon the blond teen scooted back to me with the pad and pen as she was told. As I wrote a note I sent her to fetch a fresh Robyn costume to take with us. I left the note where I was sure batgirl would look first, on the table where I had fucked Robyn. I took Robyn’s bat phone and texted batgirl a short message, “At the cave, see you shortly”

Barbara was relieved, she had a bad feeling of what was going on with her young sidekick, she really didn’t think Cindy was going to show up, but now she could relax a bit. Maybe they could get back to her routine.

“W…what are you going to do to Barbara master?” my young slave asked again.

“What I did you girl” I told her bluntly. “We have gone over and over this. Now put on some civilian clothes, we need to stop by your house.”

I drove her to the O’Hara house, “Introduce me as your friend,” I ordered.

Cindy sighed, knowing her father would not approve, but she had no choice. “Hi mom,” Cindy greeted her parent cheerfully. “This is lance, my friend, where is dad?”

“Where have you been young lady?’ her mom, Heather, demanded. “Your father isn’t home and I have been worried”

“Oh, I had some lap top trouble and Lance here helped me, he is a computer wizard! I am just here to grab a few things, keep Lance entertained will your mom?’

She took off for her room as her mom indicated a chair for me to sit in. “So you are Cindy’s friend” she asked, obviously concerned about our age difference.

“Yes, we met through a mutual friend, Barbara Gordon?” I calmed her down a bit. “I hope you aren’t offended Mrs. O’Hara, but I see where Cindy got her looks!” I was not just being flippant; MRS. O’Hara was a forty year old version of her daughter, a stunning blond MILF with maybe just a tiny bit bigger and a little softer looking tits. Her belly was still flat and her ass looked just fine. I knew if this cunt knew what I was doing to her little girl she would try to kill me, so I charmed the shit out of her and made a note to figure out a way to tag that ass someday! She was wearing a robe over a swim suit; apparently she was just about to take a swim when we arrived.

We chatted for a few more minutes until Cindy came down with a bag. Mrs. O’Hara asked “Going out again so soon? You just got home Cindy! I was hoping to have dinner with you; your father is out of town at a convention. You can come too Lance…”

I think she was hoping I would defer and Cindy would stay, but I knew an opening when I saw one. “Sure, why not?” I answered.

Cindy fired a dirty look at me, “Lance, I need to drop you off, I need to meet Barbara tonight, remember?”

“No, we left her a note don’t you remember? Don’t you want to spend a little time with your mom?” I cornered her; there was no way for her to beg off. “You can take me to my car later” I was looking for a place to lay low incase Batgirl came looking for us, this was perfect.

I could see panic in Cindy’s eyes, but she was trapped. “OK, sure mom, where do you want to eat. We will have to get back early so I can head out later though”

“Well why don’t we order in then?’ the police chief’s wife offered. “There is a really good Chinese place that delivers now, its new. You like Chinese Lance?’

“I love Chinese, but I insist on buying!” I proclaimed.

Soon we were enjoying a fine Chinese meal by their pool. I could see Cindy was nervous as a cat as her mom and I chatted amiably about Gotham and its ups and downs. “Mrs. O’Hara, where is your bathroom?’ I asked, excusing myself.

“Through those doors and down the hall to your left Lance” she answered as I got up.

“Would anyone like a drink?’ I asked as I headed out and both women answered that they would. I did my business and stopped in the kitchen on my way back and grabbed a couple more wine coolers, Mrs. O had already had several. I opened them and dropped a couple ruppies, the date rape drug in each. I gave Cindy a bigger dose, I wanted her clear out of it.

A few minutes after I gave them their drinks both were face down on the table near the pool. I took Cindy and carried her to a chaise lounge and put her in. Then I went back to mom. She was an excellent specimen for a woman her age, a true MILF. I went to Cindy’s room and retrieved her camera and got to work. I posed MRS O’Hara in a variety of compromising positions after removing her robe, and then undid the tie straps to her top. Her breasts were magnificent for a forty year old. I could not resist laying her on her back and tit fucking her, shooting a wad on her face for the camera.

She was semi conscious as I posed her and stripped her, moaning softly every time I touched her erotic areas. I stroked her cunt thru her swimsuit and like her daughter it moistened instantly. “Slut runs in the family” I laughed as I pulled her bottoms down for a look. Very nice, tight and pink, just a blond landing strip neatly trimmed above her clit. She moaned and shimmied every time I stroked her cunt. I put her own hand on it and she began to languidly finger herself! Those fingers had been there before obviously.

“W…what are you doing?’ she moaned as I moved her around.

“Don’t you remember, you asked me to take your picture?” I asked softly.

I could see the confusion on her face, but the drugs were working, she was completed befuddled, “Pictures? Did I?”

“Yes dear you did, you said you always had wanted to take some” I lied. “And I must say MRS O, you look splendid, like a model half your age…”

The flattery must have worked, “thank you, I try to take care of myself” she muttered incoherently, “Like a young model? Really?’

I took her to her bedroom tossed her on her bed to have a look around. “MRS. O’Hara, I need the pass word to your computer” I told her as I stroked her cunt…

“W…why?’ the confused woman asked as she humped my hand back.

“Don’t you remember, you asked me to fix it? That’s what I do, remember?’ I cajoled as I stroked her.

“OH yes….” She moaned, her mind in a fog of drugs and lust, “Its Cindy…oh god that feels so good…. So good….oh god… wrong, not my husband…oh god…stop…don’t…please”

I looked in her drawers and sure enough

I don’t know why I bothered to ask her, I could have guessed just as quick. People are really stupid when it comes to creating pass words.

When I got what I wanted from her hard drive I took what I wanted from her ass! I pulled her to her knees by her hair and thrust my cock into her face, the old bitch new exactly what to do with it! She sucked it in like a Hoover Vacuum going after a dust bunny in a TV commercial. She was a far superior cock sucker to her daughter right off the bat. I pulled her mouth off my cock and untied her bottoms, spreading her legs over the side of the bed. My shaft went in deep on the first thrust; her cunt was primed and ready. It wasn’t quit as tight as her daughter’s, but it was clear the Chief wasn’t reaming it much.

She came on my second thrust, “OOHH GGAAWWDDD SSTTOOPP  NNOOT MY HUSBAND WRONG PLEASE!” she cried as she came.

I continued to slide deep in and out of her. “Do you want me to stop MRS. O? Do you want me to stop?’

The drug dazed lust crazed MILF cried, “NNOO! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

“What do you want slut? What do you want?’ I screamed.

“FUCK ME!” she screamed back

“FUCK YOU LIKE A CHEAP WHORE?” I demanded further.

“Fuck me like a cheap whore!” she cried, out of control now, “FUCK ME LIKE A CHEAP WHORE! USE ME LIKE A SLUT!” She came again in torrents this time…

I rolled her over so she was bent over the side of the bed. I pulled out of her cunt and placed my cock against the entrance to her asshole after I pushed her legs apart. That started her screaming again, “NNOOO!! NOT THERE THAT’S THE WRONG HOLE! FUCK MY PUSSY!”

“I am going to bust your ass cherry Mrs. O, come for me, come for a man who isn’t your husband! Come for a man raping your ass! Come like a cheap whore for me!”I shoved deep into ass anyway as she screamed at first in pain then the pitch of her voice changed, soon she was riding my cock again like she had before.

“NOOO…please… no… don’t….stop….please” she moaned, then “OOHHH GOD MAKE ME CUM! FUCK MY ASS! MAKE ME CUM!” the drugged woman screamed hoarsely.

She shuddered as she came again, then she collapsed, the drugs and wild sex finally took her out. I hoisted her into her cum stained stinking bed and took a few more pictures. I had found a big black vibrating dildo in one of her drawers and I took it and shoved it in her ass. She barely stirred.

The next morning she woke up with it still shoved deep into her ass. She ached all over and was crusty with cum, her mouth tasted like an army had used it for a latrine. Before even cleaning up she pulled the dildo from her ass and raced down the hall to Cindy’s room, then down stairs, but we had long since left. She collapsed on the floor of her living room crying like a baby, “WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE IS MY BABY GIRL?’

The maid, a Hispanic girl called from the kitchen, afraid to approach the distraught woman. “Senorita, Senora Cindy and Senor Lance left this morning early after I fixed them breakfast. Senor Lance asked me to tell you thanks for your hospitality, he say you are a gracious hostess. He say he fixed your computer.”

The maid came into the room and was shocked to see the condition Mrs. O’Hara was in, anyone with eyes could see she had been fucked in every hole like a cheap whore, and she smelled like it too!

Heather’s brain raced, she could not remember what she had done, but the evidence was damning. She remembered she had drunk several wine coolers and something about asking lance to fix her computer… She raced back upstairs and fired up her PC. Right there on her desktop was a new icon, it was a folder named “thanks Mrs. O” When she opened it she saw pictures of her, pictures of her doing all sorts of despicable acts with me.

There was a text file so she opened it, I had typed” Thanks Mrs. O, I had a great time. Anytime you need your computer fixed call me bitch, you fuck nearly as well as Cindy! I have copies of all these so you can erase them if you like, or show them to your husband, it might turn the old eunuch on, you never know! Probably a bad idea… You can encrypt them and hide them so only you can see them in case you want to look at them when the Chief is gone and you want to use that big black vibrator on your whore cunt! We know what kind of woman you REALLY are now don’t we MRS O, underneath that proper housewife façade. And you deserve a good fucking now and again; you are a good looking piece of ass. Email me if you want to explore the new world I opened for you as a slut, I have some ideas… Don’t worry, I won’t show them to anyone, except maybe Cindy… but not today”

Mrs. O’Hara, the police chief’s wife and pillar of the community’s finger hovered over the delete button, she needed to hide this filth from the world! She wasn’t a slut; he had done something to her, drugged or hypnotized her or SOMETHING! She should give this to her husband and have him arrested for rape! And what was Cindy doing with him, he was twice her age! The thought of Cindy fucking this man revolted her, at first, and then she found her nipples hardening! “What the hell is wrong with me!” she shouted. She started to delete the files again, but she couldn’t push the button! She watched a video clip of me ass fucking her while she screamed in lust… Then she watched another. When she finally took a long steaming hot shower the black dildo went with her! The files were never deleted, just hidden…

Cindy and I had left her parents place early, I didn’t want to confront her mom yet, and Cindy had assumed she had just been exhausted and drank to many wine coolers and passed out. She woke up refreshed and the maid had fed them breakfast. The Hispanic girl looked at me oddly, kind of with an odd almost admiration as she served us. I caught her looking at my package a couple times and so did Cindy. She acted almost jealous as she scolded her servant, “Don’t be staring at our guest Rosie!”

The Mexican girl just whispered, “He must be muy machismo, two women…”

Apparently Rosie was in her quarters last night and heard Mrs. O screaming like a whore!

Cindy had no idea what the girl meant by that, but she told her to go get her mother for breakfast. I stopped by grabbing her arm “No Rosie, I think MRS O wants to sleep in, she drank a lot last night after you passed out Cindy, let her rest, she was a great hostess. I really like your mom!”

Rosie turned her head so Cindy couldn’t see her smirk, the fact that this gringa’s man was fucking her mom was no business of hers, and if they knew she knew they might fire her!

“Come on Cindy, we have a big day today!” I proclaimed as we left.

Chapter Five

Batgirl had found the note almost as soon as she had entered their “bat cave” hideout. It was there on the table along with Cindy’s cum drenched costume, and her cell phone, the one she was suppose to never be without. The note was short, it said “I have Robyn; you are to do nothing to try and find her. She will be unharmed unless you disobey! You are not to leave here tonight, I have rigged this place with cameras and if you leave I will know! Robyn has given us your secret identity, you will go in to work tomorrow like nothing has happened; you will be contacted there with further instructions. Remember disobedience will get people hurt…

She paced and fumed impotently raging at Cindy and who ever had taken her! “Stupid girl! I knew her carelessness would cost us dearly Damn you Cindy, where are you? Are you OK? Who has you?’

Her concern was multiplied by having found her partners costume cum soaked and wadded on that table, she had been raped, it was obvious! Barbara tried to figure out a way to communicate with another heroine; maybe she could get some help! She raced to her computer, but then she realized it was probably bugged too.

“My Blackberry!” she thought, “there is no way they could have breached that! I will call the star spangled duo of Patriot and her partner Justice! Batgirl had saved them from a white slaver once, they owed her a big favor, even though they had been tortured and raped for a while before Barbara and young Robyn had managed to extract them from the clutches of the evil doers.

She fired off the message and got a quick reply, “Of course, will be there tonight!”

“Don’t come to bat cave!” Batgirl warned. “I need you to work outside; this place is wired by who ever took Robyn. Conduct investigation on your own, don’t call here, phones may be tapped, only use this secure line!”

Stupid cunt, Blackberry isn’t all that secure, and the dumb bitch was actually using her hot mail account through the phone… I got a copy of everything she sent. While Cindy and her mom slumbered last night I called Randall. “hey Randall, you know them to star spangle bikini clad whores from Central city, Patriot and Justice? They are coming to town tonight. I expect they will be traveling the interstate, they don’t know anyone knows they are coming. Can you take them out for me? Yes, I can provide another satchel of drugs…. And no, you are not getting Cindy dog, just let that drop will you? But you can keep these two, maybe make some new films…?’

The famous duo traveled in a pearl white corvette, they were not shy, nor did they spend much time being sneaky. They were a pair of the most over the top, obnoxious crime fighters to ever spin a cliché. Neither was super powered or anything, but they were well trained martial artist and had access to all the latest spy gimmicks and toys.

They were smart, and they were tough, but they fell for the oldest trick in the book, the fake victim decoy. Sometimes it’s the execution of the basic plays that win games. A girl had been dressed in a Robyn suit and taken to that sleazy motel, the last place Batgirl had seen her sidekick and the first place Patriot and Justice went to look. It was also the last place the duo ever investigated. They were quickly in the hands of the outlaw biker gang headed by one Randall Cobb.

I got a simple text, “They are mine” and I knew that problem was resolved.

“Where are we going” Cindy demanded as we left her parents house. I left her car there and we took mine.

“Well, we need to make a little stop first” I told her. She remained silent as I drove back to the bat cave.

“What are we doing here?’ Cindy asked, unable to contain her curiosity any longer

“I need some things” I told her.

“Things?’ she seemed puzzled as we went in. I knew batgirl had left.

I pointed to their holding cell used to house criminals they wanted to interrogate, “Get in”

“Why master, I am being good” she whined.

“Yes you have been, but I need the effect of you being trapped for my plan to work slut” I snarled, tired of explaining myself to her. “Get in the fucking cell or do I have to beat you even more stupid? Now change into your Robyn suit, with the mask’

Her lower lip trembled as she entered the small cage, something about wearing that costume stiffened her spine a bit and I had to remind her of how Robyn would be treated in prison, and what it would do to her family and friends. She entered sullenly, pouting like a spoiled child.

“Now look like you are pissed!” I commanded

“Shouldn’t be hard, I am pissed!” she declared as she posed like I directed her while I took some pictures.

I left her back at her car after she changed clothes again.”I need to go to work, and you need to get to school!” I told her.

She looked puzzled, “No biker gang rapes or cheap motels?’ she asked, surprised I was letting her out of sight.

“It is like this Cindy, I have you by the short hairs” I explained. “If you are stupid enough to tell anyone about this it will ruin you even worse than me. Sure I will go to jail for a while, but you will too. And your family will be ruined, and Barbara as well. What happened to you the other night was a direct result of disobedience, I told you that. You needed to learn a lesson, never forget I can, and will punish you badly if I need to. But if you obey your life will return to fairly normal. Now you are not stupid enough to even mention this to anyone are you?”

“No, I guess there is no way out of this” she answered truthfully. “I can go to school and hand with my friends?’ She brightened considerably as she thought about it.

“as long as you keep quiet about us, you sure can” I permitted, “And come when I call of course. Here is a new phone, it is direct to me, do not use it for any other calls. It will let me track you; keep it on you at all times. You will meet me for dinner tonight at 9:00. Dress sexy for me, I will text you the restaurant. And absolutely, positively no contact with Batgirl or any other heroine or cop until I tell you otherwise. She is going to be very busy the next few days and does not need the distraction. Is all that clear?’

“Yes Ma..Sir!” she answered quickly.

She was suppose to call me Master, but I saw why she changed in mid word, her mother had come out to the car as we spoke.

“There you are dear, I was worried you would be late for school, you better run along girl!” she fussed.

“Mr. Drew, might I have a word with you before you leave” she added as Cindy drove off after giving me a puzzled look.

“Certainly Mrs. O, what can I do for you” I asked politely

“Cut the crap you bastard!” she snapped, “We both know you raped me the other day!”

“Is it rape’ I answered, “You looked pretty in to it as I recall. I have watched the tape a couple times and you were defiantly in to it!”

“I do not know what you did to make me act that way, but it was rape as sure as we are standing here! You are lucky I am too ashamed to tell my husband! You will stop seeing my daughter too! She is less than half your age and easily impressionable! If you do not I will have you jailed!”

“I guess you are just too stupid to get the message whore!” I fired back. “I own you! Did you not see the stuff I left on your PC? You tell your husband a word of this and I will ruin you, utterly, completely and without mercy.” I had gotten out of the car and I towered over her, trying to be a bit more intimidating. “I have film of you fucking me like a wanton whore! I have video of your precious daughter selling enough drugs to keep half the city high for a week. I have check kiting, I have credit card fraud… Am I making myself clear?” I grabbed her shirt collar and pulled her close. I wrapped my arms around her and before she could react I gave her a big hug and a kiss.

“How do you think your husband will take it that camera footage slut” I laughed as I released her.

She didn’t try to slap me, in fact she leaned forward, so I grabbed her again and kissed her full on the mouth, reaching around to grab her ass as I did.

This time she pushed back a little with her hands, and gave herself a couple inches. “Look, what you did, what I did was wrong! I am a married woman, what you did to me was rape! Please, I won’t report any of this, just stay away from me and my daughter!”

“Well, I know you won’t be reporting this!” I laughed as I got back in my car. “But you will be seeing a lot of me in days to come. Here is my card, call me if you wish to discuss your predicament further. And by the way, do not forget to erase your security camera video files as well as the tape, wouldn’t want the Chief to find out what sluts his women folk are now would we? I have a copy for my personal library already!”

From there I went to work, it was Monday after all. I was a few minutes late getting to my office and Barbara jumped my ass, “Where have you been, you’re late! We start promptly at 9:30 around here mister!”

She had jumped me in the lobby of the big building in front of about forty employees, probably just to humiliate me. “Is there an IT problem?” I asked mildly, just to get under her skin.

“No, but what if there had been?’ she snapped.

“First, my systems don’t crash MS GORDON” I shot back. “Second, if they had, I would know before  you did via my wireless unit! So until they do crash I suggest you go administer the rest of the Library and don’t worry your pretty little head about IT!”

She was already in a very, very foul mood over the whole Robyn being missing thing and me smarting off to her set her off completely. “MR DREW, I am the director as well as the head librarian here! It is my job to oversee ALL the libraries functions, including employees showing up late! Need I remind you that all employees here are under review, including yourself? I want you in my office in five minutes; I need to decide your future MR DREW!”

I am sure that what passed for being a hard ass for Ms. Babs Gordon, but it was hard for me not to laugh considering the turd I was about to lay on her! As I waited the five minutes, some of my fellow employees came up and offered their best wishes, I had always helped them and we had been nice to each other although none of us were great friends.

“She is a bitch” the mousey little Junior Librarian offered.

“WOW Julie, strong words from you!” I laughed.

“Well, she is mean” the thin girl with thick glasses countered, “Someone needs to stand up to the elite! Power to the worker!”

Well I was sure it would never be little Julie, but she was sweet for saying so. “Don’t worry Julie, I will have her eating out of my hand in a little while, you will see!” I could see the mousey girl didn’t believe me as she turned and shuffled away.

I deliberately waited ten minutes instead of five, stopping by the breakroom and grabbing a bottle of soda which I took with me to Barbara’s office. If there was one thing she hated it was tardiness, the second was anyone eating or drinking in her office!

“Are you stupid?’ she exploded as I went in, “Are you trying to get fired? I will fight your unemployment check you know! You are trying to piss me off on purpose aren’t you? Goad me into firing you… Well it just might have worked MR.! I am this close to firing you, only your excellent record up until now is even keeping me thinking about not firing you!”

“Oh, I don’t think you will be firing anyone today bitch” I laughed when I saw her face go from red to white back to an even darker red. She really hated being called the “B” word.

“What did you just say? She asked incredulously, did you just call me the “B” word? Right here in my own office as I decide whether or not to fire you? You are crazy, and you are fired, good day MR Drew! We are finished!”

“I don’t think so bitch” stood over her desk ominously.

“Is that a threat MR Drew, do I need to summon security and have you removed?” she rolled back from her desk, trying not to appear intimidated.

“You aren’t firing me today, or any day Barbara, or should I say Batgirl?” I saw her face go pale and stay that way this time. “That’s right bitch, I know who you are, and I have you’re your little friend locked away safe and secure!”

“W…what do you mean?” Barbara stammered, unsure of her next move

“I mean the rules around here are changing slut!” I informed her. “And changing as of right now in fact!”

She reached under her desk and quick as a flash tossed a small grenade filled with gas at me. “OHH NNOOO!” I cried, pretending to collapse. She had grabbed a small Bat Respirator and covered her face with it. She suddenly felt very weak and collapsed into her chair, almost limp. “Sorry bats, I fixed all of your little bat toys! That knock out gas grenade is now nothing but an air freshener! The stun gas is in your respirator bitch! ” I drove a fist into the side of her head stunning her further. I dragged her from the chair tossed her backwards onto her oversized desk.

“You had better settle down and listen to what I have to say bitch” I warned her, “A lot of lives are at stake here, including sweet little Cindy’s!”

“What have you done to her?” a dazed Barbara snarled, but stayed on the desk. The gas wasn’t a full dose; she was still conscious but very weak.

“She belongs to me now, but she has a shot a normal life, well fairly normal, and so do you if you cooperate.” I explained. “She has done some bad things batgirl, and I have proof, proof that will put her in jail and maybe her parents as well. And maybe even your father since he and Chief O’Hara are so close! And you Barbara think about what the Joker and Penguin would do if they knew who your family is!”

She knew she was in a tight corner and tried to stall for time, she realized I must have all the bases covered to have been so bold as to confront her here! But she needed to fight off the effect of the self administered knock out gas and try to regain some control of events.

“Open that new file on your desktop” I told her, “the pass word is Batslut” When she opened the file a script ran and her big screen flared to life, her friends and families shame exposed in life size.

It did not take her long to see the evidence; both real and manufactured could never be explained away if made public. And worse, it had names, addresses, phone numbers of all her friends, including some fellow heroines around the country.

“You have set us up very well haven’t you, you bastard” she moaned

“There is no way out, except if I let you out” I advised her. “And anything happens to me, this goes to a hundred places you will wish it didn’t! Imagine Chief O’Hara when he finds out his daughter is a porn star, and a drug dealer, and a whore. Imagine the scandal in your father’s department. By the way, the bag of dope you saw Robyn give the biker, stolen from your father’s evidence locker, using HIS pass codes to check out the evidence.”

I pointed to where I knew there was a false bookcase, “Put on the bat suit for me bitch!”

She stared holes in me as she went to the closet, there was no denying now I knew who she was, she had installed that panel after her arrival, and the stupid cunt thought she could hide it I guess.

“What if someone comes in” she asked, stalling for time.

I got up and locked the door after sticking my head out and telling Barbara’s secretary, “Cancel all Barbara’s meetings today and tomorrow, and hold her calls, we are going to be busy all morning at least!”

“There, problem solved” I laughed. “By the way boss, I want a weeks’ vacation this week to play with my new toys! That would be you and Robyn…”

“I am not your “TOY” you bastard!” she snarled defiantly. I could tell this one was much more prone to violence than her younger sidekick. I had better be careful or I could get my ass kick real easy, this whore had taken down a lot bigger tougher guys than me!

I had to laugh she disappeared into the closet to change, preserving her modesty, if she had any idea of what was going to happen she would not have wasted the time. She emerged in full Bat regalia, and she was stunning. The black body clinging uniform was like a second skin, it molded to her perfect body perfectly, any tighter and you could count her cunt hairs! “Put on the cowl too whore!” I commanded.

When she was done she just stood there, I knew she was thinking about kicking my ass, but she was weighing her options carefully.

“Kneel” I told her.

“I thought we were going to discuss this situation?” Batgirl tried to control the dialog.

I pointed to the floor, “Your sidekick learned it was better to not make me count whore, kneel or I will have her hurt, badly. Maybe a rod to the soles of her feet…?”

I could see the fury in Batgirl’s cold emerald green eyes as she dropped to her knees. “Now take one pair of bat cuffs and cuff your left hand to your right ankle!”

“Is this really necessary” she said, no fear evident in her voice.

“That is strike one, you, or Robyn will pay for it later” I warned. “One, two, three, four… each count gets Robyn a cane to her bare feet! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!”

Batgirl hesitated, she knew once she was cuffed her options were going to be more limited, but she knew I would hurt Cindy if I had to! At “NINE” she clicked the cuff on herself…

“Now take your other pair and cuff your right wrist and grab your left boot heel with your right hand” I ordered. She did as she was told, always watching me, trying to scare me.

“What is the matter little man, you act like you are afraid of me!” she mocked as I cuffed her wrist to her ankle.

“Well you are a bad, bad woman they tell me!” I allowed.

Once she was secured I pulled a chair up in front of her and met her steely gaze, she wasn’t used to someone who could hold her eyes and not look away. I hit a remote and a big screen she had installed lit up. I played the things that she would never want anyone to see, including the footage of Cindy and even her mom. I watched her expression as she saw the images in life size for the first time and heard the sounds.

“Now, here is the way I see it Batslut” I started. “I can ruin you publicly, destroy you, your family and your friends, and take you all down. Robyn would end up in jail where she would be exposed as Robyn, a tasty morsel for a prison dyke. Such a waste, she is a sweet girl…”

I went on, “The rest of the O’Hara’s go down in flames, then we have your father, imagine his life, even if they don’t jail him too. That leaves you my red headed flying mouse, what would happen to you?”

She was a cool customer, “I would be fine, thanks for asking”

“Well I don’t think so Batslut!” I explained. “I see some trials in your future as well”

“For what?” she asked, I thought I caught a little hint of concern for the first time

“Well, there are some people looking to serve Batgirl with some civil suits for everything from false imprisonment to attempted murder for starters. Then we have theft here at the library…”

“I NEVER STOLE A THING HERE!” she shouted, angry now. “I have never even had an overdue book!”

“Well, actually there is some petty cash missing and some donations that were diverted into your personal account” I informed her. “Then we have some illegal foreign campaign donations you laundered through the Library and gave to your father’s campaign for reelection. Get the picture yet?”

“I… I… never… you! You did it!” she stammered.

“Prove it!” I laughed. “It will be pretty damning with all the other evidence.”

“What evidence?” she gasped, “there is no other evidence! There can’t be any evidence of something I didn’t do!”

“Well it seems you were a very naughty bat and occasionally kept evidence that you should have turned over to the cops!” I replied off handily

Barbara knew she was fucked and so did I; she had kept the occasional wad of cash taken from criminals to help fund her anti crime efforts. She had rationalized that she had taken the money to help people! It couldn’t be wrong to take money from criminals to stop crime could it! It didn’t seem like it when she had done it. But now if she had to take a lie detector test and they asked if she had ever with held evidence she was fucked! Maybe if she got out of here and back to the “Bat cave” and cleaned out the damning items the damage would be less severe.

I could see her mind racing, trying to figure out how to get ahead of me. “Don’t worry Barbara, I cataloged the cave for you, just in case” I laughed as I saw some more spirit drain from her face.

“So what, you want me to agree to what exactly so you won’t ruin my life” she analyzed. “Become some sort of sick slave as opposed to socially ruin for me and my loved ones? Some choice!”

There was a light tapping at the door, and a tiny mousey voice asked, “MR. Drew, a courier left a package for you, he said you would want to see it, it was very important! I am sorry to disturb you, but he insisted”

I told Batgirl not to move and she just smirked, “I will be right out Julie”

I carefully opened the door so the mousey little Junior Assistant librarian could see Batgirl and came out into the outer office to retrieve the package.

“Here MR Drew” Julie handed me a cardboard box, crudely taped up. “That was the biggest messenger I ever saw MR Drew!” she proclaimed. “He was huge Sir! And he insisted I bring you this at once!”

“Thank you Julie” I replied, “It is important”

“Mr. Drew, it is none of my business, but are you still with us?’ the small woman asked, “You have been in there a long time, and we, the rest of us, all of us, were just wondering…”

“That’s OK Julie, I appreciate everybody’s support!” I declared. “This package is part of the negotiations, leverage if you will!”

She smiled sweetly and said, “I wish I had some leverage with MS Gordon, I still think she is mean. Please don’t tell her I said that!” the shy girl added quickly.

“Well, maybe she won’t be so darn mean after today” I laughed, “I am going to pull her fangs!”

“Oh, that would be so great” Julie squeaked, “Everyone here hates her already! She is even mean to Frank the Janitor! He can’t help it he is “slow” mentally! He needs this job so badly! I don’t care that much about myself, but if you can help Frank…”

It was refreshing to see a person more concerned about helping someone else for a change, a sincere wish to help, not this shallow crap these heroines were spouting these days. I believe Batgirl was in it for the glory more than to help people! People like Julie were bigger heroes in my opinion. “I will see what I can do, but you better get back to work!” She had given me an idea to use later as she left smiling.

I passed Barbara’s secretary Marcy on my way back through the outer office; she had an odd look on her face as I went by… I could not read it. I carefully re-entered the opulent massive old office and stood in front of the kneeling heroine.

“So you called for re-enforcements after I told you not too you stupid cow!” I slapped her across her face.

“I have no idea what you mean” she bluffed.

I opened the box and pulled out two pairs of star spangled bikini bottoms and used them to slap her several more times! I held them in front of her face, they were crusty with dried cum, judging by the amount, from several men! “Recognize these whores? Looks like Patriot and Justice won’t be riding to your rescue any time soon! Looks like all they will be riding is cock!”

Now I realized why she was so calm and collected, she was expecting help; I should have seen it earlier! She glared at me in angry silence as I waved the crusty stinking trophies torn from her friend’ asses in front of her face!

There was a thumb drive in the box so I plugged it into her computer and opened a movie file, the screen opened with a shot of a cunt leaking cum, a lot of cum! The camera pulled back to revel a once very attractive big breasted blond laying comatose on a table while another woman was being fucked by three men at the same time beside her. One cock in her mouth, one cock in her ass and one cock in her cunt as she was being raped, and there was a line of men behind each of the woman’s assailant at least six deep.

As batgirl watched in horror the cum coated heroine Patriot was pulled off the table and sprayed with a garden hose. As the cold water washed away some of the ball gravy the beaten heroines eyes fluttered open. A voice from off camera asked, “Did you like that whore?’ followed by thunderous laughter from all the men in the room.

“Get on your knees, ass in the air!” another rough voice demanded.

“Please, no more, I can’t take anymore” the blond sobbed pitifully. “Please, just let us leave, we will never come back or report this, please, you have beaten us, let us go! Please, show some human decency, please stop!”

Now that most of the coating of cum was mostly washed away Batgirl could see the massive bruising and welts covering Patriots battered body, it wasn’t pretty. It was clear she had been battered, and whipped. And even worse, Barbara knew the captives had only been in the biker gang’s hands for about eighteen hours, and they had already been broken!

“What do you think guys? She is all stretched out, you can’t feel the sides of that cunt anymore, should we let her go?” the voice off camera that I recognized as Randall Cobb asked his gang.

“FUCK NO!” came the reply in unison around the room, “We can whore her out and make some jack!” another voice suggested. “Trade her to the Mexicans for some blow” Lewd frightening remarks came in from all sides; Patriot was clearly scared out of her mind at the various prospects purposed.

“Please, just let me go, I am ruined, I am not any good to you” she begged.

“Isn’t that sad” I asked Batgirl, “She was one of the best in the heroine game, and because you defied me, well look what has happened to her and Justice!”

“You bastard!” Batgirl spat, “Why are they doing that to her? They have won, they could let her go!”

“They could, but this is a lesson for you, they are just doing what I told them to do, watch!” I told her and turned back to the screen.

Randall asked Patriot, “Maybe, if you asked real nice to fuck Buddy, we MIGHT let you go… maybe, get your knees and ass in the air, and beg Buddy to fuck you like a filthy bitch!”

The battered woman had no choice, she wanted to end this, to just go home and start healing and the only way out was to beg another man to fuck her! Well twenty or thirty already had, what was one more? “Buddy, please fuck me, fuck me like a dirty bitch!”

The girl on the screen could not see what was behind her as she asked to be fucked, Batgirl screamed at the TV, “NO PATRIOT DON’T”, but of course it did no good as a giant Mastiff dog walked on screen.

“Please Buddy, fuck this bitch!” patriot cried, trying to get this over with. Her tune changed when she felt the monstrous canine mount her from behind! “What the…?” the startled heroine cried, then it turned to a blood curdling scream as the well trained dog who loved human bitches rammed his cock deep into her cunt! “OOOOWWWW!!!! AAAAHRRGGHH!!!!” she screamed as she tied to crawl away. The huge dog snarled and sank his teeth into the back of her neck to hold her as he began pumping her! The warning was clear, “Stand still bitch!”

“OOWW GOD! GET HIM OFF! PLEASE GET HIM OUT OF ME! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE HAVE MERCY!” Patriot screamed. “HE IS RIPPING ME APART!” Over and over as she was raped by a dog…

“What until you see their trained pony Flash” I advised her. I expect Justice will get a little pony cum in her diet!”

“You evil bastard!” Barbara snarled as she saw her friend being fucked by the huge animal, “What is wrong with you?” Tears flowed down her black cowl as she watched the horrible scene, unable to tear her eyes away from it as it unfolded. “Why did you have to do that to them?”

“Well Batgirl, I needed you to understand the other alternative once the criminals you have hounded and jailed for so long discover your secret identity.” I explained. “Once the secret is out your fate is sealed, you are doomed. They will find you; your family, your friends and all your loved ones, there won’t be a way on earth of stopping them. Now, you have a choice, both suck for you, pun intended, but unless you want to see yourself staring in a film with Buddy or Flash the trick pony you will submit to me. Unless you want to end up like Patriot and Justice there, and their hell is just starting trust me, you had better accept my offer.”

“Oh you are so kind!” she exclaimed sarcastically, “Save me from a life of debauched sex slavery and make me your slave! Are you kidding? Are you insane? Once I started submitting there is no end to what you will do to me! There is nothing to prevent you doing exactly what those bikers are doing to Patriot, NOTHING!”

I caught a bit of hopelessness in the way she emphasizes the word “nothing”, and I saw her test her cuffs, probably regretting allowing herself to be bound so easily. “That is true to a degree batgirl, but you need to understand” I explained, “It isn’t just your life that is fucked, it is everyone around you! Either way you are in deep shit, but how willing are you to destroy your family, and your city!”

“NO!” she declared, “Do your worst, I will not be made a slave for your sick twisted fantasies!”

“Well I guess it is on to plan “B”” I laughed. I picked up her phone and called her secretary, “Marcy, look, MS Gordon says you may take off at lunch, she will be leaving for the day. She will be taking some personal time the next few days, cancel all her meetings and calls this week please!”

Barbara started to shout, but when she opened her mouth I rammed Patriots cum soaked costume bottoms into her mouth, muffling her cries of “NO MARCY CALL 911”.

When I hung up I slapped Batgirl across the face as she tried to get the foul cloth out of her mouth, sending her reeling over on her side. I put my boot on her throat and shoved down as she thrashed under me like a beached fish trying to escape. “Stop  or I will choke you out Barbara, that was a foolish thing to do, now someone will suffer because of you!”

When she stopped struggling I leaned down and shoved the cum crusted cloth back deeper into her mouth, then took the other pair from Justice and used them as a gag. “Man that has to be nasty!” I laughed. “But you brought it on yourself! Now we have to go at this a different way, a way I think you are going to like a whole lot less than my offer. In a couple days we will be back here and you will be sucking my cock under the desk, or fucking Flash the wonder pony in front of a bunch of bikers wait and see! But now we need to get you out of here and where we can convince you to co-operate.”

I waited until the library closed and then close looped the security cameras. Barbara was a defiant as ever, struggling to get out of those bat cuffs the whole time we waited for everyone to leave. When the rest of the regular employees left and before the “slow” janitor arrived I approached batgirl as she thrashed futility around on the floor, concern if not fear in her eyes as she saw the hypodermic needle in my hand. I knelt with my knee in her chest as she lay on her back while I cleared the air bubble from the needle. “Well your suit there is pretty needle proof, so I guess we will be giving you this in the neck! Hold still, I don’t want to get this in an artery!”

She squirmed, but I managed to get the needle in where I wanted it and shoved the plunger. “Don’t worry Batslut, it won’t kill you, although you might wish it had later. It is a cocktail of my own making, it has a paralyzing agent made from a rare fish I read about here in our very own library, I couldn’t find the fish anywhere, but I synthesized a synthetic equivalent that gives it the properties of the original venom, only much, much stronger. In fact only a tiny bit of the fluid in the syringe was the paralytic agent, the rest was a pretty strong narcotic based on ecstasy. The narcotic I am afraid has a very bad side effect, it is EXTREMELY addictive and very hard to get out of the system. It causes severe discomfort as it is purged as well. You should be feeling very, very limp shortly and be unable to move, although you will be able to hear, see and fell everything that happens to you.”

“MMMOPPRRHH” she grunted into her gag as I saw her eye lids flutter, “oouu astard” she cursed as she slid into a strange state where she could see and feel but could not move! Everything had a weird, soft fuzzy quality to it as a narcotic coursed through her veins for the first time. “GOD DAMN YOU!” she wanted to scream, but couldn’t as I carried to my car and put her in my trunk. Then I went back and put in a faked scene I filmed then altered earlier of her leaving the building. I even punched her code into the alarm, and changed the time stamp to look like she left after I did.

All the bases covered in case someone decided to investigate I headed out with my new prize. I took her to an abandoned hog and cattle farm operation that had gone under when the economy tanked. The title was locked up in a court fight so there wasn’t going to be any new owner showing up any time soon, it was perfect really. Secluded and very rural, it consisted of well over several hundred acres in the country. It was complete with a cattle barn and hog feed lot and some other abandoned buildings including a slaughter house. It had a long curving drive so the buildings were set back from the country road where it was invisible, tucked in behind a low hill. It was gated and had once had a fairly sophisticated security system which of course I had reconfigured to suit my needs. The power was still on because I had hacked the power company; it was invisible to their billing system.

There was a slaughter house on the grounds and that is where I pulled my car into to unload my prize. She had no idea where she was until I unloaded her, dropping her to the floor. I could see real fear now as she realized I was going to hurt her, and probably hurt her a lot. I unshackled her, and then re-cuffed her wrist together. There was an electric hoist overhead used to lift heavy objects, probably animal carcasses. 

I hooked her wrist over the hook dangling from the ceiling hoist, and then I found some more cable and fastened it around each ankle, securing them to heavy rings somebody ha set in the floor. I learned later it was to pull the hide off of cows using the winch Batgirl was now hanging from, but I had no idea at the time why they were there, but they suited my needs perfectly.

I hit the “up” button on the hoist and she was soon stretched tight, her taunt legs spread wide. I retrieved another needle and gave her another shot in the neck, “The synthetic venom doesn’t were off like the natural kind” I informed her, “I have to give the antidote. If you don’t get it in about forty eight hours the effects become permanent. Now you should be able to feel things again in just a moment, although movement will take a bit longer.”

As I waited I pulled the cum soaked gag from her mouth, strings of drool coming out with it. “I think this is much better don’t you?’ I as stuffed a huge ring gag into her painfully spread jaws. “I need to put these costumes in my trophy case to go along with yours and Robyn’s!”

I waited a few more moments then announced, “Well let’s see if you are getting any feeling back, shall we?” I slammed a knee into her wide spread crotch as hard as I could. Her eyes flew open wide as she tied to scream, spittle and a loud whooshing sound is all that came out of her mouth though!

“Good” I laughed, “glad to see you’re back with us! Now we can get started in earnest. Shortly, you are going to beg to be my slut slave Barbara, the alternatives will just be too much for you: it is really that simple. You could save yourself a lot of pain and just submit, or we can do it the fun way!”

“HHUUCCKK EWE!” she spat as best she could through the ring gag.

“Great, I was hoping for a bit of a challenge!” I laughed. “I see the first order of business is this pesky costume” I picked up an old pipe that was laying on the floor  and swung it pretty hard across her big tits, tearing another gasp of pain from my captive, “OOOOWWWWFFFF!”

”See?’ I asked, “That didn’t have to happen Barbara, only your willful pride made me do follow through on my promise to hurt you!”

Her eyes were streaming tears but still defiant as I lifted the pipe between her legs, “Maybe I should use this here instead?”

“OOOOOOO! OOOOO!” she tried to scream no just before I swung the pipe up into spread cunt, “SSPPLLLOOTT!”

She sounded like a ruptured hoot owl when I hit her in the cunt with that pipe again “OOOOOOWWW! OOOWWWW! OOPPPP! EEAASSEEE OOOPP!”

“Are you trying to beg me to stop?” I asked leaning toward her for her answer.

“EESSSS!” she slobbered, shaking her head up and down, “EEAASEEE OOOPP! EGGIINNG EWE!”

I twirled the pipe then swung it again into her smashed pussy, tearing an unholy scream from her this time, “TTHHWWAACCKK!” AAAWWWHHHWWWWWGGGGGGWWWDDDDD!” she wailed.

As I twirled the pipe she begged some more, “EEETTHHH OOOPP! OOO OOOREEE!” she pleaded.

“Would you suck my cock if I stopped?’ I asked.

I saw a look of disgust cross her face, even under her cowl, so I slammed her twat again with the pipe…

“AAAWWWWWW!” she cried, frantically trying to thrash in her chains, but she was held tight and spread wide,

I ran my hand up her thigh and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “That has to hurt! And all you had to do was submit. Yes, I will use you like a whore, but it beats this doesn’t it?”

She just dropped her chin to her giant tits and sobbed. I rubbed her crotch, gently massaging her, cupping her sex in her hand gently, and then clamping down with more force. “OOWWW!” she moaned, her battered cunt sending pain messages straight to her brain.

I could feel the swollen lips of her battered cunt through the fabric of her costume as I continued to massage her sex, “Well, enough break, let’s get back to work!”

“OOOHHH EEAASEEE” she begged pitifully, “OOHHH ORE! EEAAATTHH!”

“Well watching you suffering has given me an aching hard on, maybe if you asked nicely to suck my cock like common whore we could call it a day” I offered.

She looked up at me, her lovely green eyes full of tears, “EEEAAATH, uck u ock!” she begged, drool running down her chin as she struggled to pronounce the humiliating words around that enormous ring gag.

“Very good Bat slut!” I laughed as I lowered her enough her knees touched the ground. “You will excuse me for leaving that ring gag in; you see I don’t trust you not to bite yet”

She just dropped her head in shame as I dropped my pants and stood in triumph in front of her. “Open wide” I mocked, like she had a choice. “Oh wait, I almost forgot!” I turned and retrieved two cameras, one I set up on a tripod to give a nice view of her sucking me off, and the other I kept in my hand as I pushed my cock into her mouth and down her throat.

She choked and gagged as I raped her mouth, filming as I did, “Look up bat whore, let your new fans see how a heroine swallows a real man’s cock! Let the world see those pretty green eyes as you submit to the first of many mouth fuckings!”

“MMMGGPPHH! GGGUURRKKK! GGAGAAAG!” she choked as I raped her, “SLLUURRPP SSSCCHHHLLLUPP SSLLLUURRPP” my cock made obscene sounds as it slid in and out of her mouth. It didn’t take long for that familiar tingle to start. This one felt like it was coming from my feet and spreading all the way to my balls as I felt them swell, then my cock start to throb just before I sent huge wads of stinking hot goo into her gullet! I didn’t think I would ever stop spurting as gob after gob blasted the back of her throat. I pulled out a bit and came on her tongue, and then the last couple spurts on her face.

“Would you like me to take that gag out?” I asked the battered heroine. “Would you lick me clean and not bite? Also, when I tell you, you will put it back in yourself? Otherwise I will be leaving it in for the night”

She mulled her options, but her wide spread jaw was aching horribly, “ESSS, AY   ill”

“Very well then” I commended her on the choice as I removed the huge ring gag. I cock slapped her and she kept her word, licking me clean. “We wouldn’t want me fucking Robyn with a dirty cock now would we?” I mocked as she finished.

“You sick bastard, leave that little girl alone!” she warned uselessly.

“Oh don’t worry, she has grown to like it” I laughed. “She gets jealous when I fuck someone else now, like her mom! Now, how shall we leave you for the night?”

I pulled a saw horse next to her and ordered “saddle up bitch!” When she hesitated crying, “I can’t you smashed my…my…my vagina!”

 I used the hoist and dragged her to her feet again, her legs spread wide. “Now I want you to think about how bad your cunt is going to hurt straddling that thing after I bust your cunt a couple more times!” I rubbed the rusty pipe between her legs, you decide.

“PPLLEEAASSEE DON’T HIT ME AGAIN!” she wailed, “”please! I will do what you asked! Please”

“I don’t ask whore, I order, you obey!” I slid the saw horse under her crotch and slowly lowered her. Her feet were a foot off the ground as her battered twat straddled the narrow board.

“Please, Lance you can’t do this, please, it hurts so bad, please!” Batgirl pleaded. “Look, you can keep your job; you do it well anyway, please, as long as you want it! Look, we can let it go at this, no harm, no foul. I won’t seek revenge, I swear!”

“Not gonna happen Batgirl!” I retorted. “Do you know what I had to pay a hooker to get her to wear your costume? I think the video of you riding that horse will sell well! Maybe after you spend the night riding that thing you will think about what choices you have, Cindy will spend the night sleeping in a comfortable bed. True, I will fuck the hell out of her, but then she gets a shower, a good meal and a soft bed because she knows that “resistance is futile” if you will.”

That stung Barbara, there was nothing she wanted more than for this to end so she could take a shower and sleep for days!

I didn’t want to ruin her snatch permanently so I found two concrete blocks and slid them under her boots. They were just tall enough that if she stood on her toes she could take the weight off her bruised twat. She could also relieve some of the pain by pulling upwards on her arms, but of course that soon hurt as bad as sitting down.

“Enjoy your evening” I laughed, “Oh yes, open up I need to gag you…”

“No, please, I will be quiet, I swear” she pleaded.

“Even if I believed you, which I don’t, I expect after humping that saw horse all night yu will be screaming!” I chuckled. “Do you want a nice ball gag, a cock gag or do you wnt to suck on those costumes again?”

She was angry; I was forcing her to ask me to gag her, she knew it was yet another small submission, “Why don’t you surprise me asshole” she countered.

“Very well, I have something new for you!” I replied. “But don’t say I didn’t ask you, I am really trying to do this the nice way, but you keep being nasty. I produced a black rubber cock gag that a harness to secure it to her face. “Open up slut!”

She wasn’t stupid enough to defy me, she opened her mouth with a smirk, it didn’t look that big and she took it in her mouth easy enough and I buckled the harness. Then came the little surprise, I attached a hose to the end of the gag, the hose had a rubber ball pump on the end of it and I began to inflate the cock in her mouth, filling it completely and then spreading her jaws wide.

I set up several cameras around her on tripods and a large flat screen monitor directly in front of her. Tears streamed down her cowl as I shut out the light after making sure she couldn’t work herself loose. I looked the room she was in, and then locked the building as I headed for my next appointment with Robyn. As I shut out the light I told Batgirl one other little item, “If you get thirsty, suck that cock in your mouth, if you suck hard and long enough it will give you a drink of water. Using your tongue will help, it has some pretty sophisticated sensors, about the time a man would cum, you will get a drink! See, I am not entirely heartless, enjoy!”

Chapter Six

I met Cindy at a nice Italian restaurant owned by a friend that I did side computer work for; she got there just moments after I did, and she looked absolutely stunning! She was still in her school uniform, the skirt was the red plaid of the Gotham College Celts, and the top a starched white with a tie that matched her skirt. Long stockings and a pair of high heels made her an incredible sight! She looked both angelic and slutty at the same time somehow, but neither was intentional by her, she just wore the clothes she was suppose to, her body did the slutty looking part, her face the angelic end of the combo.

She bounced into that restaurant like she owned the place, it seemed to brighten up the whole place as she entered.

“Hello, m..Sir1” she smiled as she sat down. She whispered, “I almost forgot”

“So I heard!” I laughed.

“I suppose you will spank me later…SIR!” she teased.

“You bet that little round ass I will!” I laughed again.

After the waiter took our order I asked her, “You sure seem chipper, what is up with you?’

“Well, I took stock of my situation” she said, a serious look on her face, “and I decided to make the best of it. I hate it when you make me fuck other men, but it could be a lot, lot worse. You told me I could have a fairly normal life if I behave, and so far you are keeping your word. I had a choice, fight it or accept it, right now it is just better to accept it and make the best of the situation. I assume you are working on Barbara?’

“As we speak” I informed her. I showed her a video on my phone of Batgirl on the saw horse. She was clearly in a lot of discomfort.

“Barbara is stubborn like that!” a pale Robyn answered as she watched, “God that has to hurt!”

“You have known her all her life, what is her biggest fear’ I asked Cindy.

“I am not going to tell you that!” she said, “You will use it against her! She is my best friend and I love her like a big sister, I can’t help you destroy her, please master, don’t make me do it!” Then she got a appealing look on her beautiful face, “I will make it up to you…” Her hand went to my cock under the table.

“Cindy, if you tell me so I can get Batgirl behaving sooner, it will hurt her less! Think about it!” I reasoned. “The sooner she gives in, the sooner I can let her go! You understand that, you got it quickly after the other night. Help me so I don’t have to hurt her as long! What is she afraid of?’

Robyn pondered the problem for a few moments, and then decided my logic, although warped, was spot on in this case. She had submitted and now her life was better, at least better than the alternatives I had laid out before her. Barbara was stubborn; she would drag out the pain long after it served any purpose just out of shear will power. The blond teen decided to help me.

“She fears the loss of control” Robyn told me. “She needs to dominate every situation, she is a classic type A personality” Cindy was happy to use some of the things she had learned in college, a Psychology class she had to take for her law enforcement degree came in handy!

“What else?” I pried for more.

“She fears being horribly disfigured or crippled for life, she is vain master, very vain” Cindy told me quietly as I food was delivered. “The idea of being in a wheel chair is hell to her”

As we ate I considered what she had told me, when I wasn’t distracted by her eating, man, that girl made eating spaghetti look positively erotic! “Waiter, more wine please!” she ordered like it came naturally.

While we enjoyed a great meal and some fun conversation Batgirl was in intense agony! She had attempted to raise herself off the saw horse and managed to kick over one of the blocks under her toes. She fell on the saw horse with all her weight and her already bruised cunt sent screaming pain tearing through her neural pathways it felt like shards of glass had been shoved into her twat!

She screamed futilely into the cock gag as she cried, she screamed to herself, “WHY ME! WHY IS THE BASTARD DOING THIS TO ME?’

Then after a few hours she began to regret her decision to rebuff me, “Did I make the right choice? Was I just being stupid? Am I just going to end up submitting to this son of a bitch after suffering? No girl, hold it together, you can beat this ugly little turd! You are Barbara Gordon, you are BATGIRL for crying out loud! This isn’t so bad, you can handle this! You can handle anything that little fuck can dish out! He obviously doesn’t want to kill me, he wants to own me like a freaking pet! I will not give him the satisfaction god damn him!”

Then she slipped again ramming the horse deep into her cleft of her cunt! “AAAWWWGGRRGGHHHH!” she wailed into her gag as the unbearable pain continued. Then a screen she had not noticed before lit up in front of her.

Cindy had not noticed that I propped my phone up on the table as she sat closely next to me, very, very close. It recorded our pleasant meal and our conversation, after we discussed batgirl’s weaknesses of course.

Barbara watched as her cunt burned in shear agony as her young sidekick joked and teased with me while we ate a great meal in front of her. She could see Cindy’s hand under the table and the expression on my face, “That slut is jacking him off under the table! This guy that is torturing her partner, that little slut is stroking his cock! Look at that!” she thought to herself.

When Cindy disappeared under the table for a few minutes and reappeared with white cream sauce on the corners of her mouth, my words to Barbara came back crashing in around her” We can’t be fucking Robyn with a dirty cock can we!”

Batgirl’s head was exploding in shear hatred for me, and anger at little Cindy as we enjoyed our meal. Then it got worse, a sudden violent stomach cramp struck the caped crusader like another blow from the pipe. Then another, followed by another! The narcotic was wearing off and her body wanted more! Her gut cramped like a rubber band twisted tight, then she lost control, she shit herself.

“OOHHH GGAAWWD JUST LET ME DIE!” she pleaded uselessly. “PPLLEEEAASEE NNOO MMMORRREEE! I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! I GIVE UP! YOU WIN! PLEASE COME AND GET ME!”

The heroine twisted and strained as her body was wracked with pain. Her calves cramped trying to hold her off that horse that seemed to be splitting her in two. Her arms ached like they were being torn from her shoulders. She could smell herself, she smelled like a portalet to long unclean-ed as she pissed herself too.

She had to endure watching Cindy enjoy desert served in a luxurious restaurant while her stomach reminded her she had not eaten anything but my cum for a day, and she was dehydrated badly.

She had put off what she knew was inevitable, she began sucking on the rubber cock so completely filling her mouth. She sucked as hard as she could and was ashamed when she realized the obscene sounds she was making as she did.”SSSLLUUPPPP!” SSLCCHHUULLPP! Sssshhhuuupppp!” She worked her tongue until the rubber cock finally yielded a small drink of water. She had to repeat the obscene performance to get a second and a third drink before she could stop. What she didn’t know was that the water was laced with the narcotic I had given her before. Son her mind began to fog from the pain and the drugs, which did nothing to relieve the pain.

I took Cindy home and fucked for a couple hours, the girl liked to fuck, that was for certain, and Batgirl got a front row seat of my conquest. When we got home I had Cindy don a cute yellow teddy. Then I made her lean across my lap as I spanked her as I had promised in the restaurant.

“OW! ONE, thank you master!” she chirped, “OW! TWO, thank you master, by the time we reached ten her perfect little ass was glowing red.

“Face down, ass up slut!” I ordered, I spanked her a few more times, then fingered her tight little twat, that tight little teen hole never disappointed me, it got slick almost instantly.

I climbed into my smallish bed, and pulled her on top of me. “Ride my cock you little whore! Fuck me slut, fuck your master!”

The big titted blond pined my cock under her and slid her slick pink lips up and down my shaft so a several moments, getting my cock hard as a rock. Finally she shifted her angle a bit and I slid into smoothly as she pushed back onto my fuck pole.

“Fuck your whore master, fuck her slutty cunt!” she moaned as she rode my cock.

Barbara, miles away watched on the monitor as her friend and comrade debased herself like a cheap slut on my cock. “No Robyn don’t” she cried into her cock gag. “Don’t give in to him, for God’s sake fight it! You are not a slut! You are Robyn, a brave young woman! Stop debasing yourself! Please fight it…oh please fight it…please come find me…I need you…oowwww it hurts!”

That’s when Batgirl realized, she had been humping the saw horse as she watched the hyper erotic scene on the monitor in front of her. She wanted to tear her eyes away, quit watching, but she couldn’t! She felt an ach in her cunt, not the raw pain from the bruising but a carnal kind of ach. She tried to clamp her thighs together to relieve the pain, and the ache, but she couldn’t. The drugs and pain dulled her mind, she could barely think, but she could feel.

Batgirl wanted someone to take her to dinner, to rub her aching cunt… “NO!” she cried in her mind, “Just make it stop…hurts… hurts…” She finally lost conciseness.

“Off to school!” I patted Cindy on that cute little ass as she headed off to class, then I drove to the farm where I had stashed Batgirl after a brief visit to Gotham Library to check on things, which were running smoothly without MS Gordon’s interference.

She heard me enter and looked up at me with tear filled eyes. She croaked but there was no way to understand what she was saying.

“Well Batgirl, how was your night?” I mocked. “Mine was great, but then you saw that didn’t you? Now let’s get you off that horse and cleaned up so we can start the day shall we?’

I unbuckled the cock gag after deflating it. “Now Batgirl, I am going to take you off the horse, but you have to promise to behave, do you understand?”

“H…hhhurts…w…wa...water” she mumbled, trying to work her aching jaws loose.

I took a bottle of water fresh from a cooler and held it in front of her. “What would you give for this?”

“Bastard” she moaned, “just give me the water, please…”

I took the top off the bottle and took a nice long drink as she watched with a pained expression. “I only brought one bottle for you this morning slut… what are you willing to give?”

“Kill me” she asked suddenly, “I would rather die than beg you for anything, kill me!”

“Let me check my itinerary for the day…nope, no killing” I laughed, “Only begging and some fucking! Now let’s hear you beg, please master, may this slut have a drink? I mean you sucked a rubber cock like a cheap whore for half an hour last night for less, how bad can a few more words be to say?” I hit a remote and the image of her sucking like mad on that dildo the night before filled the screen, her obscene sucking sounds clearly audible. .”SSSLLUUPPPP!” SSLCCHHUULLPP! Sssshhhuuupppp!”

“Look Batslut, cold, clear, wet” I offered.

She was near the end of her endurance and she knew to fight me much longer she was going to need her strength. Plus she reasoned, she had already done worse, so she gave up a little more of her pride…” please master, may this slut have a drink?”

“Now was that so hard? Trust me you will do worse later!” I crowed in triumph. I poured the water into her parched mouth. She greedily sucked it down, collapsing the thin plastic bottle with vacuum as she tried to get every drop of moisture, “Damn girl, you were thirsty!”

I pulled her cowl off over her head, she didn’t fight, what would have been the point? She stared holes in my with her laser green eyes as I showed her a wide, black leather collar. “I am afraid you will need to wear this while we break you Batslut. Notice the tiny lock, its electromagnetic with a twist. Break the contact and it explodes, the collar is lined with C4 and it will take you head off!”

“It also has another feature you need to listen to carefully” I explained further. “It has a system not unlike the “Invisible Fence” for pets. Much more sophisticated and reliable of course since I tweaked the technology and boosted the signal, along with a few other modifications. If you approach the barrier you will get a “slight correction” I tapped a button on what looked like a car key chain remote. Batgirl sat up rigid as her body twitched from a brutal electrical shock.

“GGAAACCKK!!! GGAAACCKKK!!!” she chocked as the current ran through her.

After I released the button I went on, “As you can see, it is pretty effective. Now I need that promise that you will behave and we will get you off that saw horse. What do you say Batslut? Tired of fucking that thing yet?”

“Please, I will be good” she mumbled, “please, get me off this thing”

I lifted her off and she collapsed to the floor, her legs unable to support her. “OOWWW” she moaned as she lay on the floor in a heap.

“OK Batslut, time to clean you up” I ordained, as I removed her shackles and stood clear. “Please remove that costume”

“Screw you” she moaned. “AAARRRCCCHKK!” Spittle flew from her mouth as I fried her ass again. Then I hit I hit the switch one more time, just for emphasis. “GGGWWWCCKKK!!”” she darn near swallowed her tongue.

“Did you piss yourself again?’ I asked her as she twitched violently while I held the button down. “I should think you would want out of those nasty rags, you’re starting to stink pretty badly!”

I released the button and let her lay there for a moment to gather her wits before I went on. “Now would you remove your costume, or do I need to fry you again Batslut?’

“D…damn you!” she exclaimed as she unfastened her black uniform after removing her boots, “I thought the thrill for you was me in my uniform pervert!”

“Well, that is true, but we have some work to do and besides you made a mess in it!” I countered. “Please throw it in that bin over there!”

She got to her unsteady legs, walking bow legged she staggered to the bin I was pointing at and threw in her costume.

“Very good! Batslut” I exclaimed, “Very good! Now the bra and panties as well! What just a second, we need a few more moments of video first!”

She had on a black sports bra under her costume; it sported a large yellow bat symbol as did her black thong. Even as sweated and fouled as she was, she was stunning. Her body, while every bit as sexy as Robyn’s was a whole different thing! Where Robyn was a well rounded athletic girl next door Batgirl was a taller, more defined athletic type of build. Barbara had lettered in several sports in college and she continued a disciplined work out regime and it showed on her.

Where Robyn’s body offered great sex and eye appeal, Batgirl’s promised an athletic fucking like you would never forget once you got her started.

While Batgirl was fit and lean, she did have a nice large set of breasts that stood like monuments to what a woman should be built like. Her narrow waist, flat toned belly and wide hips made for a vision of how a female should be put together. There was no fat on her, she looked both hard, and yet somehow incredibly smooth and sexy.

Her perfect heart shaped ass stood atop a pair of long finely toned legs like a perfect Greek statue that you just wanted to stare and marvel at. All taken together, she was one of the finest specimens of her gender ever to wear spandex!”

“OK Batslut, drop them” I ordered. I saw a flash of defiance in her eyes, but I held out the remote, and her eyes opened wide.

“OK! OK!” she quickly exclaimed as she reached behind her and undid her bra, tossing it in the bin with her uniform. She stared daggers at me as she dropped her thong to the ground while trying to cover her big tits with one hand and her cunt with the other.

“Turn around, bend over at the waist and pick those up!” I ordered.

Those green eyes flared with anger, but she did as she was commanded.

“Place them in the bin as well!” I told her, and then when she was finished I went on, “Now, kneel, knees wide apart, hands behind your head! You know the routine; you have made a lot of criminals assume that position!”

Batgirl thought to herself, “It is true, but none were naked, this is humiliating! I am going to snap his neck and end this as soon as I get a chance!”

“GOOD GIRL!” I told her as she obeyed reluctantly, afraid of the remote in my hand. “You will assume this position anytime I point to a spot on the floor and say “heel”, is that clear?”

She just glared at me with those laser like eyes and didn’t answer, so I hit the button again and held it down for a bit! Once again she jerked and spasmed violently as the energy coursed through her.

When I released the button she fell over in a heap once more. I pointed at a spot some ten feet from where she collapsed, I could see her eyes open looking at me with pure hatred when I snapped my fingers, “You have ten seconds to get your ass over there! Ten… nine… eight…”

She made it just in time, dragging herself across the floor, her body not responding yet from the brutal blasts of electric energy that had sent half her muscles into unbearable cramps.

“Place your hands behind your head and lean forward, I want your face on the ground!” I commanded. This time I still got the dirty look but she did as she was told.

“SSSCCHWWWAACCKK!” I spanked her ass with my bare hand, she lifted up and twisted around, “SSCCWWATTT!” a quick back hand sent her face back to the floor.

I guess she thought I was going to ass fuck her right there because she cried, “Go ahead, and rape me! But you will never break me you bastard!”

“Well thanks for the invite slut” I laughed, “But first things first. You are not so irresistible I have to drop everything and rape you whore, far from it!” I grabbed her wrist and put a Bat Cuff on it, then took the other arm and shackled them behind her.

I took a long strap and wrapped it around her elbows, then putting my foot into her back I pulled the strap tight, drawing her elbows painfully together.

“OOHHHHWWWWW!” she cried, “You are going to break my arms!”

“No, I think we stopped just short of that!” I remarked as I buckled the restraint in place. I dragged her to feet; the strap pulled her back into a nice little arch, forcing her ample tits to be thrust forward.

I hooked a leash to her collar and led her back to an old shower room the employees of the meat packing plant had used. I tied her to a pipe under a nozzle and turned the water on, “OOOHH GGGOODDD ITS FREEZING!” she cried as the cold water pelted her, washing away the filth that had accumulated on her. The cold water made her nipples harden like small stones as they jutted into the air.

“Stand still slut!” I commanded as I shut the water off. I took a bar of soap and began to wash her, every square inch of her magnificent body, slowly rubbing the soap on her, and then using my hand to rub her clean.

“Spread you legs whore!” I demanded. Once again those green eyes flashed with anger, but a nervous glance showed her the remote in my hand. She spread her legs apart shoulder width and I cupped her sex. “This belongs to me now slut; you will not cover it unless I tell you to! You will never deny it to me, understand?’

“I understand you need help!” she spat back vehemently.

When I hit the button she almost immediately collapsed, but her leash held her up by her collar as she thrashed on the slick floor of the shower. She was not only being electrocuted, she was being strangled as she tried to get her feet under her in vain., her hands grasping futilely at empty air. I let off the button for a moment, to let her grab a breath before she passed out, and then held it down again.

I repeated it about four times before she gasped, “I GAACCK! I UNDERSTAND! GGWWAACCKK CCCHHOOKKEE! PLEEAASE STOP!”

I released the switch and let her regain her footing; she stood looking at me with a mixture of hatred, and fear. For the first time I saw real fear in her eyes, she was starting to realize this was far more serious than any other time she had ever been taken.

She had managed to get captured a couple times, but the villains usually made a mistake in the first few moments of her captivity and she had escaped each and every time very much unscathed if not untouched. This was different and she felt foreboding creeping in like a dark wave. She had to figure a way to outsmart or over power me or she was lost and she knew it, but then, so did I!

“Spread your legs whore!” I ordered again. Again I cupped her bruised cunt in my hand. “Who does this belong to?’ I asked softly.

She didn’t answer, hoping she would not get fried again if she at least remained silent instead of shouting something brave.

“The answer is “You Master Batslut” I told her as I looked deep into those green eyes, right down to her soul I stared. “You will answer me, or you will be punished severely. You will spend another night humping that saw horse after I tack some sandpaper to it slut!”

Then I saw pure terror in her eyes for the first time, “OH GOD NO! YOU CAN”T! I CAN’T TAKE IT! PLEASE NO!”

“Who does this belong to?’ I asked again as I clamped down on her battered sex, crushing it with my hand.

“YO YOUUU!!!!!! MMMAASSTER!” she cried, “Please stop it hurts, please… no more!”

“Now that was much better!” I laughed. I began to gently massage her swollen cunt as I spoke. “You see batgirl, it is all up to you, pain or pleasure, I can give either! Ask Robyn about the pleasure! Ask her about what happens when you displease me as well.”

My gentle rubbing seemed to relax her a bit as I felt her muscles loosen up just a little bit. I stroked her softly, playing with her outer lips then ever so lightly brushing her clit. I saw an odd look on her face as I did, it looked like pleasure, but her cunt was so sore it had to be pain written in her face as well. After a few minutes her mind seemed to wonder off, so I squeezed down again.

“OOAAAWWW!” she moaned, “Please that hurts…”

“It is suppose to you ignorant slut!” I replied. “You will pay attention when a man touches you, do you understand?’

She was a quick learner. “Yes m…master!”

“Now, are you hungry, would you like somebreakfast?’ I asked nicely.

Her eyes brightened, but then became guarded, “Yes, I am hungry”

I crushed her cunt in my hand again and she screamed “MMAASSTERR! I AM HUNGRY MASTER!”

“That is better whore” I remarked. “Do you see the meal Robyn and I enjoyed last night? Would you like some of that?’

Batgirl was confused, she half expected me to cum in her mouth and call it lunch, warily she answered, “Yes master, I would like some of what you had last night.

I led her out of the shower and into what once had been an employee kitchen. I opened a fridge and took out some left over boxes. I pointed to a spot on the floor and batgirl knelt as she had been taught. I nuked up the leftovers and sat at a table and began eating in front of her.

I could see her out of the corner of my eye as a chewed and swallowed each bite, I guess she thought I was going to let her loose to eat or something as she looked on longingly as I ate. Finally, when there wasn’t a whole lot left she broke down, “Please…uh, please master, I am starved”

“Are you now?’ I laughed, “Well OK,.. I tore off a piece of bread and held it out to her, “Come her bitch, come here!”

She crawled to me and started to take it from my hand with hers. I slapped her hand away, “Open your mouth bitch!” She looked puzzled when she did as she was told and I shoved the bread in her mouth.

I let her chew it and swallow, then offered another, this time she took it from my fingers with her mouth without me telling her. “Would you like some steak girl?” I asked in a patronizing tone, “Would you?’

“YES m…master” she stammered, knowing she needed protein for energy if she was ever going to escape.

I wanted her to take everything from my hand to reinforce the fact in her mind everything flowed from me, from food to pain to pleasure; it all came from me and me alone. I made her eat from my hand until the scraps were all gone. I am sure she was still hungry, but the little I had given her dulled the ache in her belly for a minute anyway.

I took another bottle of water from the fridge and opened it in front of her. I took a small plastic envelope and poured a white powder into the bottle.

“W…what is that?’ she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“Vitamins slut, I don’t want you getting sick?’ I laughed. Are you thirsty?”

“Yes… m…master” she answered warily.

“Would you like this nice cold bottle of vitamin water slut?’ I offered.

“Yes, master” she answered truthfully again, actually I could see the desperation in her eyes, she was very thirsty again after the salty meal.

“Well you know water around her has a cost, what do you have to give?’ I asked the kneeling redhead.

She really wanted that water, needed that water… “I…I…could do what I did last night master” she offered in return

“What did you do last night?” I asked back.

“I…I… serviced you orally” she answered, her face turning crimson in shame of what she had done.

“NO, you sucked my cock like a cheap whore, let’s hear you admit it” I demanded, waving the water in front of her to entice her to say those vile words.

“I sucked your cock like a cheap whore!” she exclaimed, spitting out the words rapidly so the taste in her mouth didn’t linger.

“Well that was very nice” I replied. “But let us try something different today shall we?” I crossed my legs with my right foot out in front of me. “Hump my boot like cheap slut” I commanded, “I want a pussy shine on my shoes!”

She stood up and shouted, “You have got to be kidding, there is no way on this planet I…AAAWWWRRRRCCKKKKKKK!” her indignant speech ended in a choking gurgle as I hit her remote. She dropped to her knees again, she wanted desperately to get her hands to her throat to relieve the burning cracking pain I was ending through her body. “HHHWWWUUHHHHHH!” she violently shook as I hit the switch again.

“Some people are slow learners Batgirl, “But you must be retarded or something!”

“oooowwwggh! Yyeeeeeyyyyyyy!” She screamed in agony…

I released the button and she lay on the floor panting like an exhausted dog from the ordeal. After a few moments for her to regain some of her wits I asked, “Now is there something you would like to do for me? Ask nicely, like a whore…”

Her jaws flopped soundlessly for a couple long moments before she managed to croak out, “May I pussy shine your shoes master?”

“Yes you may slut!” I allowed. She turned her back toward me and started to squat on my shoe when I jerked her around the other way.

I want you to look into my eyes as you debase yourself whore!” I ordered. She tried looking bravely into my eyes while she squatted on my foot and began humping it. The other reason I wanted her facing this way around was so I could fondle those spectacular tits as she humped my shoe.

She didn’t look away as I hefted her breast like I was weighing it. “What size?’ I asked as she continued riding my foot.

“T…thirty six….”D” she moaned, her cunt, already bruised was getting rubbed raw on my shoe.

“Good enough whore, do the other one” I demanded.

“Please master….my Vagina hurts master” she cried pitifully.

“Whores don’t have “Vaginas” you ignorant slut, they have cunts!” I snarled, “Tell me again what hurts whore!

“M…my c…cunt hurts master” she finally managed to get spat out. Batgirl hated the word “cunt” with a passion. She had often beaten the snot out of a criminal over and above the call of duty because they used the word on her, now here she was being forced to use it on herself!

“Do you want to spend another night on the horse slut?’ I asked, I saw a wave of panic cross her face.

“NNNNNOO MASTER!” she cried as she began humping the other foot.

When I was satisfied she had learned the lesson I said “Drink up slut”

As soon as she had drank the water her fears were confirmed, it was drugged. I did it to knock her out for a few minutes to institute the next part of my plan. I could see her eyes glaze over as her brain began to disconnect from her body and reality.

She almost welcomed it, it didn’t seem to hurt so much, or at least it didn’t seem to matter so much as the drug dulled her mind.

I replaced her cuffs and elbow straps with a tight mono glove that pulled her shoulders back even more severely. “Well how shall we display you this morning?’ I asked myself out loud.

I retrieved some course manila rope about three eights of an inch diameter and wrapped it around the base of her breasts, pulling it tight.  Then I ran it down between her legs and made a knot right over her clit and pulled it up tightly behind her with the course rope deeply embedded in her slit and ass crack. I tied the end around her neck after arching her back severely into a nice bow shape.

Then I hooked her mono glove to the hoist she had hung on all last night and raised it until her shoulders were painfully rotated up and back.

She was coming back around now and she was hurting already, the dose I had given her was pretty small. She soon realized her weight was trying to pull her shoulders out of their sockets. If she tilted her head forward it tightened the rope around her tits like barbed wire noose and drove it deep into her cunt and ass crack, she had to keep her back arched to avoid the pain.

When she arched her back provocatively to avoid as much pain as possible she found herself staring straight into a TV camera recording her highly erotic bondage. In fact there were several cameras all around her as she smoldered in rage at what I was doing to her.

“Lance you bastard!” she railed, “get in here and get me out of this! This has gone on long enough Lance! I will see you get the help you need, you’re sick enough they probably won’t put you in jail; you will go to the Gotham Asylum! I swear I will help you with the Judge, he is a friend and he will be lenient if I ask! Lance, before this goes too far…”

I listened from another room, watching on monitors as she changed tactics, “Please Lance, I am sorry, I should not have called you names, but you’re hurting me! Please come back and let me out of this… It’s not too late to fix this, nobody needs to know! I will keep you on at the library in your current job. Please lance…it hurts so badly! Please…”

I let her think I had left for a while before I went back in with her. She had changed direction in her pleading and cursing so many times I lost count. But after about half an hour she was crying pretty much incoherently, praying and cursing alternating.

“Well Batgirl, you have been like that for about an hour, do you wish to discuss your future now?” I asked softly.

“ONE HOUR!” Barbara’s mind screamed to itself, “THIS HAD ONLY BEEN AN HOUR???!!! I can’t take much more of this!” It had felt like a day as the course fiber tore at her cunt and tits and gravity tried to tear her arms from her shoulders…

“O…one hour…all the longer?’ she muttered unintentionally loud enough I could hear.

“Just an hour Bat bitch” I laughed, “In fact it is only 10:30 AM. I ate a doughnut in front of her and washed it down with some nice cold juice.

“PLEASE LANCE!” she pleaded, “Please, you have got to let me go, please. Look, I know we have our differences, but this is no way to solve them!”

“Really?” I laughed, “Looks like my problems with you are over! Your problems however are just getting started!”

“What do you want Lance, please” she moaned, “AAWWWW” she cried as she let her head drop which pulled the coarse rope up her raw slit and clamped it down around her much abraded tits.

“I have told you Batslut, I have what I want, you!” I explained again. “What is getting you hurt is your stubborn refusal to accept the fact you are totally and deeply fucked! I have you right where I want you and there is no escape. Either concede to my demands or spend a lot of time suffering. It’s your decision, I get a hard on just watching you like that, and your partner Robyn is pretty good at taking care of hard on. In fact, I bet she is better than you!”

I walked directly in front of her and pulled her head up by her hair, “Do you want me to take that rope off your tits?” I asked.

“Y…yes!” she moaned.

I reached over and lifted upwards on the rope, pulling it tighter around the bases of her tits and deeper into her slit. “How bad do you want this rope off?’

“AAAAAAWWF! PPPLLEEEAASEEEE LLLAAANNCCCEE!” she screamed as it rubbed her raw flesh. “PPPLLEEEAASEE!! ANYTHING!! PPLEEAASSEE!”

“You swear not to try and escape or overpower me?” I asked.

Pain clouded her judgment; she had to get that rope out of her cunt!” YYEESSS! PLEAASSEE! I SSWWEEAARRR!”

I released the pressure on the rope that seemed to her like it was cutting her in two, then I unhooked her from the hoist. She fell to the ground in a heap. I undid the mono sleeve and used my foot to roll her on her back. She tried to get feeling in her arms as I un-wrapped the coarse rope from her tits.

After allowing her a few moments to regroup I pointed to a pair of yellow latex thigh high “fuck me” boots and her cowl lying on the floor nearby. “Put them on Batslut!” I ordered. “By the way, we are changing your costume, you will wear this style boot from now on!”

There was a pair of yellow wrist to elbow sleeves, made of the same shiny latex as the boots that she slid on as well, and another item that puzzled her, her yellow “batarang” from her utility belt.

Once she had the items on I pointed at the batarang and told her, “Bring me your toy girl!”

Cold fury lit up her eyes as I used that tone of voice on her on usually uses on a pet. I showed her the remote, it was enough and she reached out to pick it up with her right hand.

I hit the button and zapped her for a second to get her attention, “No Batbitch, we are lit up her eyes as I used that tone of voice on her on usually uses on a pet. I showed her the remote, it was enough and she reached out to pick it up with her right hand.

I hit the button and zapped her for a second to get her attention, “No Batbitch, we are having a game of fetch! Pick it up like a dog, use your mouth whore! Pick it up like a dog, use your mouth whore!”

I have never seen such utter rage in a human’s eyes before as she stared at me deciding if she was going to obey. Another blast from the training collar sent her sprawling. “GGGWWWAACCKKK!!! “ she cried as she flopped helplessly, and then “OK! OK!” she shouted when I released the switch, “I am doing it, please stop!”

She leaned forward to pick the batarang up with her teeth, her spectacular ass in the air for the many cameras in the room to record. Once she had it she turned to look at me, wondering what was next in this humiliating game.

“Bring it her girl!” I ordered, “Bring it to your master!” her eyes were like ice cold green flame as she stared at me while she crawled over to me, offering the batarang like a dog!

I took it from her and tossed it several feet away, “Fetch Batbitch, fetch!”

I still saw the anger in her eyes as she glared at me, but now there were tears, tears of shame as she crawled after the thrown batarang. When she brought it back, I tossed it again, and again, and again. I made her retrieve it it at least ten humiliating times!

Getting bored, and highly aroused at the same time I added a new twist, “Rub your cunt with batarang until you get wet Batbitch!”

Now the tears flowed freely, “Please, Lance, please no…” she begged.

“A bitch addresses her owner as master!” I shouted loudly, and then used the shock collar on her for several long seconds. “You are my bitch now, so act like it whore!” I zapped her again.

“AAAWWWWW!!!! AAAOOOWWAAAHHHH” she grunted as the collar zapped her a few more times.

Again I let her body stop its uncontrollable jerking before I went on, “Now, I think you were about to hump that batarang…”

This time as she met my eyes I still saw rage, but it was tinted with fear now, they seemed less sure, like she realized she wasn’t going to get away like she had always done before when she had been captured briefly. She picked up the yellow weapon, I am sure she thought about trying to kill me with it, so I admonished. “Yes, you might manage to kill me with that before I fried the red cunt hair off you, but even if you do you won’t be able stop the pictures and other evidence from reaching a hundred places that you don’t want it. Including your father’s office! Imagine his poor heart seeing you play fetch for me! And imagine Robyn in jail with a bunch of dyke lesbians…” Wow, that last one gave me a giant hard on just thinking about it!” I laughed out loud.

Resignedly she took the yellow symbol of her fight against crime and placed it between her swollen cunt lips. “I hate you, you miserable bastard!” she declared as she began to slowly rub herself off with that once proud symbol female pride. “You are a rotten son of a bitch” she snarled as she began to rub faster as her twat began to lube in self defense from another abuse. “I will have my revenge for this you bastard!” she vowed.

“You may be able to force me to do things, or say things, but you will never own me you cretin!” she promised. “I will fight you with my last breath!”

“Here Batbitch,” I offered her another bottled water. “You have had a long morning, drink up…”

The water was laced with the drug ecstasy and the other narcotic I had been slowly introducing her to. I didn’t want a euphoric high for her yet, just something to take an edge off, and of course to addict her…

She had to know almost as soon as she took a drink, I saw her look at the bottle quizzically, like she tasted something odd, but apparently she was despondent enough to not really care if I poisoned her or not.

Barbara began to feel just a little light headed as she reluctantly finished the last of the water and I pointed at the Batarang. Soon the smooth carbon fiber weapon was between her pink cunt lips again. This time it didn’t seem to hurt as much as she began to rub herself with it.

“That’s a good Batbitch” I mocked her, “Do as your master tells you! Rub that cunt of yours bitch, hump it for the camera, for the world if you don’t cooperate!”

My constant assault on her pride and the drugs were having a strange effect on Batgirl, I could see her nipples getting hard, so I reached down and grabbed one. She started to reach up and slap my hand away, but a look from me stopped her cold. “That’s my tit bitch, if I want to play with it I will! Now keep fucking yourself with your toy!”

Her once fiery eyes were kind of glazed over now as she sawed the batarang between her legs. I took the hand she intended to slap me with and placed it on her clit, “Finger yourself for your master” I commanded.

“H…hate you b…bastard!” she stammered, but she obeyed reluctantly, staring at me, her eyes full of hatred.

While she was fingering herself and humping the batarang I got an idea. “Keep going whore!” I ordered as I left the room for a moment. She watched me leave and stopped what she was doing. “AAAACCCCWWWKKKKKK!” she choked as the shock collar fired her yet again.

My voice came over a speaker, “I can see you whore, keep fucking yourself!” I was watching her restart on my phone as I got what I needed.

Watching her masturbate herself on my command was a huge turn on, and I think it was even starting to get to her as her hips became frenzied and she moaned audibly. “You’re almost there Batbitch, keep fucking yourself like a cheap whore!” I ordered over the speaker as I worked quickly in the other room.

“I… I… can’t be doing this” she moaned as I came back into the room with her.

“Good Batbitch, good girl!” I exclaimed when I saw a wet sheen on her batarang. I stood behind her leaned over the kneeling heroine. She could feel my hard on against the back of her head as I reached down and grabbed a heavy tit in each hand, “Don’t stop Batbitch, cum for your master! Cum for me slut!”

Her mind wanted to stop, but her hand didn’t want to leave her clit. Her nipple were as hard as stones under my finger and thumb as I squeezed them tightly. I couldn’t take much more, so I stepped in front of her after I dropped my pants.

She looked up at me, an odd mixture of disgust and lust on her face. “Do I need to put the ring gag back in?’ I asked as my cock waved inches from her face.

She remembered the pain the gag had given her, and she knew she could not escape another face raping so she took the pragmatic approach. “No” she answered, looking down.

She looked up and took my cock in her hand, the other still held the batarang but had stopped rubbing herself with it, “Put your hands back where I told you whore!” I snarled. “Finger fuck yourself, cum for me while I rape your face you sorry little slut! Only a whore gets wet when a man rapes her face!”

I grabbed the back of her head and shoved her mouth down over my cock and began to use her throat like a cunt!

“MMMRRFFHHHH!” she moaned as I used her mouth violently while I mocked her.”What a fucking heroine you are Batslut! Listen to yourself as I rape you! What a whore! Cum for me bitch!”

The drugs, the abuse, and her fingers playing on her clit soon made her body betray her. I felt her quiver as I ran my fuck pole in and out of her throat, she was close

“CCOOUUGGHH GGAAGG !” she choked as she humped her bat shaped boomerang and her fingers.

Her gag reflex milking my cock soon had me ready to explode as well, I spun her around, “Face down, ass up!” I growled, and I pulled the batarang away from her. Once she was in the classic doggy style position I finger her slick slit.

“Very good whore, I see you got that cunt nice and wet for your master!” I mocked.

“NNOOO!!!!!” cried the heroine. “Please Lance, this is RAPE! You’re going to far! Please! We can work this out….“Please don’t, please… AAAWWWWWWWGGGAAAWWDD!” she screamed as I rammed my nine inch cock deep into her battered cunt… “GET IT OUT! IT HURTS OOOWWW GGAAAWWDD GET IT OUT! PLEASE!”

My brutal rape tore at her already raw twat, lubed or not it hurt her bad as sore as she had to be from all the abuse earlier.

“MMMPPHHGHH! MMMPPPMMMPPHHH!” she gasped every time I shoved my cunt splitter into her fuck hole. I rammed it in and out rapidly, I had been waiting for this all my life, I was fucking the REAL Batgirl, not just some hooker paid to dress up like Batgirl, the real fucking heroine!

Years of pent up frustration and lust was pounding her bruised and sore cunt, just as I had always imagined it would be. The pain caused her to clamp done extra tight which just heightened my pleasure while I raped her violently.

“OOWW GGAAWWDD IT HHUURRTTSSS!” she cried over and over, “OOOWWWW SSSTTTOOPPPPPP!”

It had taken me years, and more than one very lucky break to get this far, I wasn’t about to quit now!   “Scream for me whore!” I demanded, “Let the world know I am raping the great Batgirl like a common whore on the floor of an old slaughterhouse! When the world sees you humiliated like this, your career is over Batbitch! I OWN YOUR CUNT!”

“P…pp…pp…please Lance” she cried, “You said no one would see this! Please don’t…”

“I said if you submitted no one see this whore!” I snarled, “You refused my offer, now all bets are off! I bet the Penguin would pay a lot to see this! And even more to get between your thighs and stick that foul cock of his into your cunt! I may sell you to him; he may want some penguin babies!”

The thought of the Penguin breeding her must have been a particular nightmare of hers, it seemed to strike a deep nerve… “Oh God, please, not that… please Lance, you can’t do that!”

“Then you better start calling me master instead of Lance” I warned, “And fuck me back, I am doing all the work here whore! Fuck me back and tell me how much you like being my pet Batslut! Thank me for fucking you like a common whore!”

“T…thank you m…master for fucking me” she cried as she began to thrust back on my cock awkwardly until she caught the rhythm.  “I am your pet Batslut!” Her flat monotone clearly convayed she really wasn’t broken, just avoiding pain. The word “Master”  from her full red lips dripped with disdain and  sarcasm.

I slapped her ass hard, “WWWHHHAACCCCKK!”. “Keep thanking me whore, reach under your stinking cunt and play with my balls!”

She moaned over and over, “Thank master for fucking me… Thank you for fucking me…”

“No you ignorant cunt” I growled as she gently squeezed my nut sack damn near causing me to explode right then, “I want my cheap whore Batslut to thank me! Say Thank you master for fucking this cheap whore! Got it or do I sell you to Penguin?’

“T…thank you for fucking this cheap whore Batslut” she cried in despair. I would edit my voice out and she would sound like a wanton whore begging for cock. I did notice the more I abused her, the wetter her cunt got though.

As she repeated the vile humiliating words I coached her on I began spanking her ass, “SWWAATTT! SWWWCCHHWWAACCKK! SWAT!”

Finally it was too much, I had achieved my life’s ambition, I was fucking the one and only Batgirl! I felt my balls swell up and begin to pump huge loads of cum out my now hyper sensitive cock. She felt it too and cried, “P…please Lan…I mean master, I haven’t taken the pill since I have been here….please don’t get me pregnant!”

“Too late to worry about that slut!” I laughed as I pumped what felt like a gallon of thick cum into her open womb. “The swimmers are on the way!” Truth is, with all the fucking I had been doing my sperm count was probably zero, but she didn’t know that! “Better my baby that a clutch of Penguin’s” I mocked as she cried under me.

I saved a couple spurts for her back and ass, then still leaking long streamers on congealing cum I turned her around, “Clean your master whore, and have Batslut thank me for her tasty treat!”

Disgusted Barbara had no choice, “T…thank you master for your cum…” she sobbed, totally unconvincingly as she cleaned me, gagging on the white stringy jizz.

When I was satisfied I pushed her away. “Well it’s about lunch time and I need to go by the library for a few hours. Should I leave you to ride your pony or hang you from the mono glove gain?’

“OOOHHH GGGGAAAWWDDDD PPPLLEEEAASEEE NNNOOOO!” Batgirl cried, snapped out of her dazed condition by the threat of that hard wooden plank wedged into her cunt. “I am begging you, please, I will be good, please not the horse!”

“Well I keep hearing you tell me you will be good, but you never address me properly” I answered coldly. “It makes me believe you don’t understand I own you now Barbara, how can I trust you?’

“Please…master…please!” she pleaded, “I am sorry master, I will from now on, I swear! Please, not the horse!”

“Well, I do have another idea” I offered, “But you aren’t going to like it much”

“Please Lance…I mean master, please” she pleaded pitifully, “I will do anything, I swear, just don’t leave me on the horse!”

“Well you are pretty lousy fuck Batslut” I derided her, “You need some practice, so here is what we are going to do.”

I got up and left her where she was kneeling after pointing and commanding “STAY” like you would a dog.

When I came back she was exactly where I had left her. “Good girl Batbitch!” I laughed. Then I showed her the night’s entertainment. I had attached a fairly large black rubber dildo upright on the edge of a two by four. It had legs like a saw horse and I saw panic in her eyes.

“NO, Lance…master, you promised…you said” she stammered in terror.

“First slut, I promised nothing” I growled, “and second, this will be different in that your feet will touch the ground.”

I explained further, “You are going to fuck this thing like a long lost lover all night long Batslut and here is why!” I held up a black leather harness clearly intended to go on her body. “Get over here and put this on whore!” When she hesitated for a split second I hit the remote for her collar, sending her into convulsions again. When I released the switch and she was cognizant again I went on “You will come the instant I call you or I will hurt you in ways that make the saw horse seem mild, trust me! Now if you do as I command tonight, the worst thing that might happen is your prude ass may get some orgasms! Now get over here!”

This time she obeyed instantly and I wrapped her body in the tight leather harness that locked in the back where she could not reach it. I put the mono glove on her again just as a lesson, she didn’t protest this time. I adjusted two straps that encircled the base of her tits to where they were nice and snug, freely molesting her tits as I did. She looked away in shame as I did, but offered no resistance to my fondling. Her nipples grew hard under my touch as I massaged them almost tenderly. When I took one in my mouth and sucked it she drew in a sharp little breath and when I swirled my tongue around it she moaned. I don’t know if it really was turning her on, she might have just figured that was what I wanted her to do.

A strap that was split in the middle past between her legs, but the split allowed her cunt to be exposed, I drew it up tight between her legs

“Now Batbitch, this harness is like the collar, it can shock the living shit out of you! The dildo over there is a receiver/transmitter. If you get more than ten feet away, this happens.” I hit a switch and the body harness sent massive jolts of electricity through her, but this time it just wasn’t her neck. The straps around her tits shocked the hell out of those spectacular mounds, making them quiver and bounce nicely. But I expect it was the split strap over her cunt that really hurt when it lit her up.

Her mouth flopped open and she began sputtering gibberish, “OOWWDFGHH! OOWWWWAAFFGGGG!” as she twitched helplessly. “OOWWWAAAAAHHH WWWWAAHHHHHH!” She cried helplessly, spittle flying from her mouth as she did.

When I released the button and she calmed down I explained further. “Now that I have your attention let me go on. That cock/transmitter is hooked to a computer’s wireless network. Not only will it fry your sorry cunt if you stray very far, it will automatically broadcast your location, your secret Identity and all those humiliating pictures of you playing fetch and fucking yourself with that Batarang all over the internet and the board of directors at the Library will receive a copy as well. Imagine your father’s disappointment when he receives his copy… And the press will have a field day. You will never find the computer in time to stop it, even if you disable the transmitter in that rubber cock. Do you understand so far Batslut?’ I handed her another drug laced water bottle.

She looked at me, those startling green eyes full of tears as she drank, “Y…yes…m…master! Please don’t make me ride that saw horse again, please…”

“No, tonight you will ride that rubber cock” I offered instead. “You will climb on that thing once an hour until I tell you to stop. You will hump yourself and finger your cunt until you cum all over that black rubber fuck toy. Then you will lick it clean. Then the next hour you will lick it and get it nice and wet before you fuck yourself again. I pointed to a screen in front of the bench with the cock on it. “There is a teleprompter that will tell you what to say while you fuck yourself like a whore Batslut”

She looked at me, misery clearly written on her face, “But…but…please, Lance, err, uhhh, master, please! Don’t make me do this, please/” You have beaten me, you have raped me, wasn’t that your fantasy, wasn’t that enough? Just let me go, keep all this film, that way you know I won’t ever bother you, and you can keep your job at the library, I swear!”

I just pointed at the long thick black rubber cock. She was visibly sobbing as she approached it, she turned and looked at me again, but again, all I did was point. She started to straddle the low bench when I reminded her, “You better put some spit on it!” She got off and began licking it in earnest, knowing if she didn’t she would be punished, and it would hurt more.

When it was shiny and slick with her spit she centered herself over it and slowly lowered her cunt onto it. “OOWWW” she moaned as it forced her cunt lips apart. “Read the fucking teleprompter whore!” I commanded and gave her s slight shock from her harness as a warning.

“OK OK!” she shouted, then she saw the humiliating phrases displayed on the viewer. “Oh please Lance, don’t make me”

“I see you still can’t remember to address me properly Batslut!” I snarled, “I guess you haven’t learned your new place in the world! I was inclined to be lenient and let you off after a few sessions with the Bat tamer there, but I can see you are a long way from submitting! Enjoy your evening, by the way, I will be watching from your Bat cave as Robyn serves her master after we dine out on your credit card! Now do as I told you or I will punish you severely, and remember, I am watching and can punish you from anywhere with this, it is satellite linked so I am never out of range”

Batgirl had tears streaming down her cowl as she spread her yellow latex thigh boot clad legs wide over the rubber cock that jutted obscenely upwards and began lowering herself further. “OOWWFF! OWWWW!” she moaned until the cock was fully embedded in her cunt. She looked up at the screen and began to read, “Oh yes, oh yes… I am Batslut and this cock feels so good! I wish it was the joker fucking me… fuck me harder…” Then the rubber cock began to vibrate, tearing a startled “What the ..” from her lips. The unexpected pleasurable sensation caused her cunt to begin to lube. The rubber phallus had a clit tickler made on the front of it as well, sending another set of pleasure waves to her brain.

“Oh god, I am a cheap little whore” she read from the teleprompter, now quite a bit more convincingly. “OOWWW! OWWW! OWWW! I am a Bat whore, fuck me! OOHH FUCK ME!”

That last “oohh fuck me” part was all her, it wasn’t on the teleprompter! “That’s a good little Batslut” I laughed as I watched the spectacle of the once proud heroine fucking herself at my command. “Very good girl! Now keep it up until I tell you to stop, watch the screen for instructions!”

As I left I texted Robyn, “Meet me at the bat Cave, put on your new Robyn Suit!”

Chapter Seven

Cindy O’Hara, AKA Robyn lay sprawled across a large bed at the Bat Cave. She wore a sluttish mockery of her crime fighting costume as she fucked herself with a vibrator, “OOHHH GOODDD MASTER! CAN THIS WHORE CUM FOR YOU? PLEAASSEE MASTER!”

There was a camera over the bed; it was sending a signal to the screen in front of Batgirl hanging below her teleprompter as she fucked herself on the black rubber cock attached to the beam. Batgirl stared with rapt attention at the incredibly erotic scene in front of her. Her friend and comrade in their crime fighting efforts lay on a mattress she recognized as her own from her Bat Cave hidden for so long in an abandoned warehouse. The “cave” had always been a secure place to retreat to when things looked bleak, but even that was gone now as the blond teen writhed and begged me to fuck her there on that flat screen in front of her.

The cameras switched so now she could see me standing at the edge of the bed, naked sporting a huge hard on. “See your sweet little innocent friend now Batslut? See what she has become? She has succumbed to her true nature, as a slut. The sooner you accept your fate the happier you will be! Watch as I fuck her tender little cunt while you ride a rubber cock for my pleasure!”

I touched the button on the remote controlling batgirls harness briefly, causing her to spasm and clench down on the rubber cock she was riding, “I told you to read the damn screen whore!”

Something in Batgirl’s will was starting to slip, she felt her pussy get warmer that it ever had, not that was saying much since she had always been a bit of a prude.”OOAAAHHH! I AM BUTSLUT! OOHH AAAHH GGAAWWDD!” she gasped. “I f…f…fuck myself at my master’s command because I a…am a…a… fucking wh…whhh…wwwhhhooorree!” Her cunt exploded with the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, more intense than she had ever dreamed possible. “OOOHH OOOWWWFFFF! OOOWWWFFF! OOWWFF!” she moaned as she coated her own thighs in her cum. “OOWWWFFRRHHHH! OOWWWGGGRRFFF!” she continued to hump that plastic cock like a long lost lover as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. She wanted to grab her own breasts and squeeze her nipples, but the mono sleeve kept her from it. In an odd way the denial intensified her orgasm, or string of orgasms.

Finally spent, she sat, the rubber cock still embedded in her cunt, her knees to weak to lift her off of it. Her body covered in a sheen of sweat, her hair matted and frenzied.

I watched Robyn’s reaction to her comrade’s debasement, the young girl was clearly aroused, but Robyn always seemed aroused these days. “What do you think of your batgirl now slut?’ I asked her as I positioned myself between her legs.

 As I slid my fuck pole in her ever ready cunt she answered, “I always knew she was a slut in spite of all that holier than thou crap.! I remember her giving Wonder Woman a ration of shit once for getting raped, well look at the high and mighty batgirl now!”

I was stunned, clearly little Robyn had issues with her comrade. She went on, “Do you think she is sexier than me master!”

Now that was a loaded question I never saw coming from the incredibly sensual teen I was fucking when she said it. “I am fucking you, not her, right now aren’t I” I answered a little evasively. She took it the way I hoped she would, she rolled me over on my back and climbed on my cock like a tigress in heat. Looking up at the camera she realized was sending this scene to Batgirl she shouted, “See Barbara, see how a real woman services her man! Practice on that rubber cock and maybe someday he will fuck you too! If I don’t wear him out anyway! His cock feels so good, a lot better than that rubber dildo, or the one you kept in your nightstand! That’s right, I know you are a whore, this just proves it! Turns out you are no better than any other bitch!”

I was shocked at the vitriol she spouted towards her friend and comrade until she pumped every last drop of cum from my swollen balls. The teen’s cunt was talented, and her tongue was getting more so every time she took my cock into her mouth. The little minx still looked virginal, but she could flat fuck a man to death!

Batgirl slowly managed to extract herself off the rubber cock and collapse on the floor, she found a some of the drug laced water bottles on the floor that I had left for her and slammed one down, then she opened another. “Robyn, fight this, you are not a slut, quit acting like one, we can beat this bastard if you don’t surrender to your twat! Be strong girl!” What she didn’t know was what was in the water she was so greedily guzzling down by the bottle. There was a cocktail of Ecstasy, another highly addictive narcotic, and a special additive, a drug used to bring livestock into heat for breeding purposes. I had found the formula in the library under Animal husbandry… Hey it pays to read!

“Fuck you Barbara!” Robyn Snarled, “Fuck you! You are just mad because Lance found me first and he doesn’t need you as much! You caused all this with your bullshit heroine stuff! You are just mad because a man has defeated us! Well I can accept it, it even has its perks, so fuck you slut!”

“Cindy, he MADE me do this!” Batgirl pleaded, I did not enjoy that one bit!”

“You lying whore!” Cindy/Robyn spat back at her, “You lousy lying whore! You know you came like a cheap slut fucking yourself on a rubber cock, screaming obscenities to the world! Don’t lie to me whore, I KNOW YOU, AND YOU ARE A BIGGER WHORE THAN EVEN ME!”

Batgirl just gave up, her energy was spent, and the drugs began to dull her mind. She knew the water made her feel less pain, so she took another and just sat on the floor sobbing as she reflected on her ruined life.

Robyn and I lay in each other’s arms for a while until I realized it was time for Batgirl’s next show. “What shall we make her say this time Robyn?” I asked, not really expecting an answer.

“Make her ass fuck herself, the bitch will hate that!” the girl advised. “Make her ram that big black cock up her own ass and ride it until she cums! Do it for me master!”

“WOW! Where did that come from?’ I laughed as she stroked my cock gently, “Please master…? Please…for me…? “She scooted down and licked my ball sack; she knew how to get what she wanted, gently lifting each of my nuts with her tongue.

Since it suited my purpose my purpose I agreed. “Batgirl, get up whore, it’s time for your next show!”

Barbara struggled to her feet, her knees wobbly, her mind a bit dazed from the drugs in the water. The strange part was she felt odd warmth in her crotch as she anticipated another fuck session on the dildo. She did not even have to be reminded to coat the cock with her mouth.

She started to straddle the black shaft again when I stopped her, “Wrong hole bitch, Robyn wants you to ass fuck yourself!”

“W…wh…what?’ Batgirl stammered, staggered by the enormity of what she thought she had heard.  “M…my…my butt? Robyn… you?”

“That’s right bitch!” Robyn snarled back, “You got our asses into this, now it’s time you get YOUR ass fucked! I got mine fucked because of you!”

“Because?...Me?” Barbara’s drug dazed mind was having trouble wrapping itself around what was going to happen to her.

“Yes you whore!” Robyn growled again. She grabbed the remote from my hand and pressed the “Bat fry” button before I could stop her.

“AAAWWWWHHHDDGHH!” Batgirl shuddered and jerked on the skin above us. I slapped Robyn across the mouth and sent the remote flying.

“You never take anything I don’t tell you too slut!” I snarled.

She curled up like a whipped puppy, “I am sorry master, I just thought…”

“You’re a cunt, cunts don’t think, they suck cock!” I grabbed her hair and pulled her face to my crotch as I returned my focus to batgirl.

Barbara had recovered from her unexpected blast of energy, but not what she was being told to do. “Get your ass on that rubber cock Batslut” I commanded again, “Or I will fry you again. I suggest you lube it up; there is some KY Jelly in that tool chest to your left.”

“P…please don’t make me do this!” she cried as she wisely reached for the ass lube preferred by gays around the world. “Look, this isn’t necessary Lance…” She realized she had screwed up again as soon as she said, “Lance”. “Oh God, I mean master, please master…”

“I am being kind Batslut!” I laughed, “I gave you the lube, now get that cock rammed up your ass!”

She realized there was no talking her way out of it now, she applied a thick coat of lube on the shiny black shaft, her breasts heaving as she sobbed, but I could see her nipples getting hard.

She crouched over the big rubber cock and looked at the camera one last time imploringly only to have her comrade slap her psyche hard, “Get your asshole stretched over that dildo bitch!” my little blond fuck toy Robyn screamed. “Ram that up your ass like I got ass raped because of you!” There was a very definite dominatrix in my sweet little Robyn slut! Apparently she blamed Batgirl completely for their predicament.

“MMNNN” Batgirl moaned as her weight pushed the very tip of the rubber phallus against her puckered asshole. “HHUU! HUUH! HUUHHH!” she panted as it slowly pushed past her outer defense. “OOHH! OOHH!! IT HURTS….TO BIG…. OHHH!  OOHH!... MMNNPPHHH!” she cries as her weight drove the slick black shaft into the depths of her bowels.

As I used Robyn’s ultra talented mouth I saw Batgirl’s eyes fly open wide, she had gotten far enough down on the shaft so that the clit tickler began to slide into her cunt. Batgirl was astonished to learn her own cunt was already wet!  I hit the remote and the dildo began to vibrate and her moans changed tone slightly… “UHHH! UHHH!!!! UHHH!!!!”

I pulled Robyn up by her hair so she could watch the erotic sight unfolding in front of an unblinking camera lenses. “My god Barbra, your fucking wet!” the younger Heroine marveled, “You fucking old slut, all the shit you preached to me and look at you whore!”

“N…not…a…a…wh…whore!” Batgirl declared dismayed at the way her body was reacting to all the stimulus. “R…rape… this is rape!”

“Is it whore?” I laughed, “It looks like you have been waiting for this all your life! Are you sure you didn’t take up crime fighting hoping to end up like this! I think you are a born slut just like little Robyn here!”

“N…no…you…made…me…do…do…this!” batgirl moaned, “Not…a…s…slut…made me…. OOOWWWHHHH OOWWWHHH” she wailed as she came. “OOHHH! OOOOHHH!!! UUHHH!!!! UHHHH!!! UHHH!!! NNNUUHHHH!”

Waves of pleasure overwhelmed Batgirl as Robyn taunted, “Go ahead slut! Go ahead! Cum for the master! Hump your ass on a rubber cock for his pleasure slut! I will ride his real cock while you fuck a dildo for his pleasure! Not a slut? My fucking ass you aren’t! Look at you whore!”

Later Batgirl lay crying on the cold hard concrete floor as screens all around her played her fucking herself from several angles, lust clear on her face as she came like whore over and over again. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” she wondered out loud, her drug fogged brain unale to wrap its self around what she was being forced to do.

When my voice came over the speaker again she had no idea it was a recording, Robyn and I were sound asleep, my cock in the teens mouth as we lay in bed. “Get up whore, ride your lover!” my recording demanded.

“Already” Batgirl moaned, she had just finished another bottle of drugged water. She found herself craving the water more and more as the night wore on…The exhausted heroine struggled to mount the rubber cock again. This time it was her cunt again and soon she was humping like a mad woman screaming the vile words the teleprompter coached her to say. But now it was with shear, utter lust, her morals and inhibitions abandoned hours ago.

Chapter Eight

When I woke up Robyn was already sucking my cock, it was a great way to start a day to say the least, but I could tell she wanted something. The sweet looking girl was learning how to manipulate men!

When she saw me looking at her she smiled sweetly and asked, “Master, can I go with you today to see Batslut?”

I was shocked to hear her call her comrade for so many years “Batslut!” I pondered her request for a moment, “And don’t you have classes today?”

“Well, yes…” she answered like a kid trying to get out of school, “But what you are doing to Barbra is a lot fun…please…”

“Why do you hate her so much suddenly” I asked her as she looked at me with those pretty blue eyes. “I thought she was your best friend?”

She lowered her face for a second and she answered carefully. “I have always been second fiddle to Barbara, all my life people have pointed and said, “why don’t you act more like her?”

She paused then went on, hurt plain in her voice, “Even my own mother, she constantly put me down in front of everyone she could, she was always bragging about Barbara this, and Barbara that, while I couldn’t do anything right, ever. And Barbara has always been so condescending; all my life she treated me like I was a retard or something! She never listens to me, never gives my ideas any consideration. Well fuck her! Look at her now, riding a rubber cock while you film it! All that holier and thou crap… she is as big a whore as I am! I am sick of her! She has it coming; she has been a bitch all my life to me!”

Tears leaked down cheeks as she described her life thus far. “Now I don’t have to be a “good girl”, I can be me!”

“What about your mother?’ I asked, not ready to tell her about having raped her yet.

“She is a bitch too!” the teen exploded, “She doesn’t deserve daddy, he is a good man and all mom does is put him down too! She nagged about how much money he makes, she tells him he is fat…. On and on and on… And she HATES you; she is constantly nagging me about getting rid of you! All she does is nag me and try to run my life, but since they are paying for school and putting a roof over my head I have to put up with it. I hate the bitch; I will fix her some day, wait and see!”

I stroked Robyn’s hair tenderly, “I want you to go to school, not for them, for you! You are a good girl caught in bad circumstances. One day I will let you go, and you will need an education!”

Her reaction surprised me, “NOOO!! I am yours master! Please…I like this! Please, I want to stay with you…forever!”

“I doubt you know much about forever child!” I answered softly, “but you will be with me for a while yet, then we will see! But get to school and get good grades or I will kick you out! You will en up back at that motel like that crack whore.”

She looked disappointed as she put on her school uniform, “OK, but I don’t have any classes Thursday, can I go with you?”

“Sure, why not, I expect by then batgirl will be pretty fucked up” I thought out loud. Then to myself I thought, “And you turning on her should finish her. She left and went to classes; I showered and went to the Library.

Even though everything was running smoothly I had a crap load of email to catch up on and voice mails as well. I played my messages and got to one from Cindy’s mom, Mrs. Heather O’Hara. “Mr. Drew, I am having trouble with my laptop, can you help me fix it?” She left a number I didn’t recognize, probably her cell.

“Hello MRS O’Hara, I am returning your call!” I said when she picked up.

“You bastard, what are you doing with Cindy?’ she snarled! “She is half your age you bastard! She is going to ruin her life and drop out of school hanging around with a loser like you! I have half a mind to come down there and give you a piece of my mind!”

“See me by 9:30 bitch” I growled back and hung up.

She must have been close because it wasn’t fifteen minutes later she was escorted to my office by Mandy, Barbara’s secretary. She was carrying a laptop case and wearing a nice short tight fitting dress and top. She looked good for a woman about forty…

“Look, I made up the laptop thing to save us both some embarrassment!” she started after Mandy left. “I will be blunt Mr. Drew, I want you stop seeing my daughter. I am prepared to offer you some money if you break it off with her today!”

“Just what do you think is going on between us?’ I asked which caused her face to flush.

“I think a horny old man is taking advantage of a sweet, naïve girl!” she barked back. “I think you are a pervert taking advantage of her innocence!”

Clearly Heather wasn’t aware of her daughter’s other side! “I am prepared to offer you ten thousand dollars to dump her! I will write you a check right now!”

“Not enough slut!” I laughed. “Not even close! I will make you a counter offer, beg to suck my cock, then when you are done you leave and never bother Cindy or me again. In return I will let you alone as well.”

“I was afraid you would be unreasonable” she answered, used to tough negotiations. “I am prepared to offer you something else, myself…! Wouldn’t you like a fully developed woman instead of an inexperienced girl?”

She leaned over my desk, her top button undone provocatively, “I can offer things she can’t!” She crawled up on my big desk like a cat; she was fin looking piece of ass no doubt! You can have me all afternoon MR Drew!”

“Now MRS. O’Hara, you are a married woman, what kind of man do you think I am?’ I laughed as she licked her lips seductively. “Turn around and pull that dress up over your back” I ordered.

She pivoted and pulled her dress up over her ass, a small thong pulled deeply into her crack. “SWWWAACCKK!” she nearly jumped off the desk when I hit her ass with a ruler.

“Don’t move slut!” I warned as I swatted her ass four more times “SSWWAATT! SSWWAATT! SWAATT! SWAATTT!”

Then I reached up and ran a finger up her slit as I pushed the thong aside, she was wet as a whore in heat. I walked around my desk and pulled her face up and shoved my fingers into her mouth, “Clean your slut juice off my fingers whore!” She sucked my fingers like a pro. When I unzipped my pants and my cock sprang out she didn’t say a thing, she sucked me off like a pro, and it didn’t take long for me to shoot a wad all over her face.

“You have been studying” I laughed. I learned later she actually had been, she watched porn to learn the art of cock sucking hoping to seduce me away from her daughter.

I took her down off the desk and bent her forward over it; I didn’t waste any time with foreplay as I rammed my cock deep into her ass! “NNOOO!! NOT THERE! She cried too late as I wedged deep into her ass. I reached under her, tearing away her top and bra to use her big tits as leverage to drive myself deeper into her ass!

“Come on whore; beg me to fuck your ass! You know it turns you own to be fucked like this! Tell me what you want!” I groaned as I plunged ball deep into her bowels. “Ask me to fuck my cheap little whore!”

“F…fuck my ass!” she cried as I slapped her rump.”Fuck me…like a …w…whore! Fuck your cheap little whore! Fuck me… OHHH GAAAWDDDD THAT FEELS GOOD! FUCK ME!”

She was screaming now, and loudly, unable to control her pent up lust. I piled it on, “is that better than your pencil dick husband whore? Who fucks you better? Who has a bigger cock!”

I pulled out of her ass with a “plop” and rammed my cock into her sopping twat tearing an immediate scream from her, “OOHH GGAAWWDD YES! YOU DO! HE CAN”T DO THIS! HE CAN’T MAKE ME CUM! HIS TINY PRICK CAN’T DO THIS! OOOHH GGAAAWWDD FORGIVE ME! PPLLEEEAASSEE GODDDD DON”T STOP! MAKE ME CUM!”

She coated my cock and her thighs with a thick layer of cum as she exploded in lust, “OOWWW!!! OWWW !!! OWWW!!!!” she cried at each of my thrust as she fucked me back just as hard. “I am cumming, I am cumming!

I heard a soft knock at the door the Julie, the timid Assistant Librarian stuck her head in and asked, “is everybody OK in here…OH MY!”  She turned to rush out when I yelled “it’s OK, come on in Julie, Heather is just finishing, aren’t you bitch!” I laughed as I shot another wad into her cunt, saving a spray for her ass.

Julie couldn’t take her eyes off the spectacle in front of her as Heather suddenly realized she had an audience. She tried to roll out from under me, but I shoved her face against the desk. “Stay bitch!” I barked as I pulled my pants back up.

Turning to Julie, who was still staring at Heathers fine cum coated ass, I asked, “is there something you need Julie?’

“Y…yes… Lance… I mean NO! I mean yes, I need you to sign this Purchase Order” the shy girl stammered.

As heather tried to cover her face as I told Julie, “bring it here please” She carried it over to me and I signed it using heather’s ass for a desk and handed it back to her. “Thank you Julie, is there anything else you need?’

“No… nooo…” she turned to leave, “please talk to me before you leave will you Lance?’

“Sure Julie” I replied, “Now please have Marcy hold all my calls as you go out”

“Yes Sir” she answered, even though I wasn’t really her boss.

“SHE SAW ME!” Heather moaned, “We are fucked you dumb bastard!”

I gave her ass a hard slap, “I don’t give a fuck whether or not she saw you bitch!” I laughed. “In fact I am glad she did, it raises my prestige around here!”

I allowed her to get up off the desk, “So we have a deal?” she panted.

“Well, we have a deal, but not the one you are thinking whore!” I informed her. “Here is how it is going to be from here on out. I own your cunt, lock stock and pussy hair!”

“What are you talking about?” she snapped back, “That wasn’t the deal, I let you fuck me and…”

I slapped her hard across the face, “You’re not listening bitch! I own you now, you just fucked yourself over by coming here, you should have known to stay away from me! I warned you to stay away from me, and I gave you another chance to escape what is coming now just a few minutes ago, but you played your hand and you have LOST! Now I own you, and you will do whatever I say, whenever I say whore!”

To emphasize my point I pressed a button and our fuck session on the desk flared to life on my big screen TV. She watched in horror as she fucked me like a wanton slut on a sixty inch screen. “Of course when your husband and the press all get this the audio will have been altered to make it seem even worse Heather. Can you imagine what your husband’s political enemies will do once this becomes public?”

Her face was a pale sickly white as she realized her carefully laid plan was disintegrating in front of her eyes. She had thought she could get an upper hand by offering herself that I would be so overwhelmed I would cave in to her demands. She had probably controlled men like that all her life, including her husband. The thing was I was getting all the pussy I could service.

“Look, Lance… I…I… “She stammered, unable to cope with the turn of events. “Look, this was a mistake, let’s just a call it day shall we? No harm no foul? Just erase that video and we call it even…?”

“I will tell you what slut” I counter offered. “I will think about destroying this video if you offer to clean my cock with your mouth…and then deliver a package for me this afternoon”

“W…what? She stammered, shocked at the lewd request.

I didn’t really give her an option; I dropped my pants again and pointed at my still slick cock. She dropped to her knees and took it into her mouth, then cleaned my ball sack and thighs, tasting her own cunt juices as she did.

“Very nice slut!” I mocked. She soon had me hard again and I face fucked her one more time . I shot a wad into her face and hair. “There bitch, you’re marked as my territory!” I declared once I was satisfied with her cleaning effort.

“You will destroy that video like you promised?’ she asked as she got off her knees and looked around for something to wipe the jizz off her face.

“Leave my mark on your face until you finish your next job slut” I snarled, “And you have another job to do before I will destroy this video. I want you to deliver this package to this address.”

“I can’t let people see me like this!” she whined, “what will they think?’

“They will think you are a cock sucking slut, who is exactly who you are” I told her. “It is a lesson so you will remember not to try and manipulate me again whore, I OWN you, do you understand now? I have the power, and the will, to destroy your happy little middle class suburban life, trust me!”

“I understand…what is in it?’ she asked stupidly.

“Drugs” I laughed, “And there goes your plausible deniability.”

“This is illegal” she sputtered; she realized the implications as the police chief’s wife if she got caught. “I could go to jail!”

“Then be careful” I advised coldly. “You have one hour to reach the address. You better hurry, oh, and by the way, there is a GPS tracking device in the bag. If you wander off course it will explode. If you attempt to open it, it will explode… You get the idea?  Police Chief’s wife found in blown up car with heroin all over her and another man’s cum in her hair?’

“I understand you bastard” she growled back. “You fucked me, you LIED!”

“Awfully judgmental words from a drug dealing whore!” I laughed. “You WERE fucked, you, ARE fucked, and you are dismissed.”

She really didn’t like that “dismiss-ed” part; she was the one that usually dismissed people. She hurried to her car, but Marcy and Julie saw her leave covered in ball juice. Heather could hear them laughing as she hurried past, her clothes all in disarray as well. “Who knew Lance was such a stud!” Marcy laughed as she past the pair outside my office.

After Heather left I dialed up Randall Cobb, the head of the biker gang, “I am sending you a treat brother! That’s right, the momma of the little blond you liked so much… She is a stone cold mirror of her daughter, they could be sisters trust me. Yeah, fuck her over and string her out on heroine. Make some movies; she is my gift to you for a couple days. You will have to let her go home at night when her hubby is home, she is the Police Chief’s wife after all. Oh, and get her some piercings and a tattoo. Tell Louie down at the tattoo parlor she gets the same mark as her daughter, a lance over her twat so she won’t forget who she belongs to. Have him put your colors on her ass too. I don’t give a fuck how she explains it to her husband, that’s her problem. Yeah, her name is Heather; make sure you film her doing the H… Your welcome dude, enjoy!”

Heather O’Hara wondered if she should really go in, the address I had given her was a sleazy biker bar on the edge of town. Finally she realized she had no choice, not anymore, not after the mistake she had made in going to that damned Library…

Chapter Nine

When I got to where I had stashed Batgirl she was a physical and mental wreck. She had been climbing on and off that black rubber cock for nearly twenty four hours and drinking one drug laced bottle of water after another.  As I walked in the monitor that had been controlling her declared, “Come on Batslut, it’s time to butt fuck yourself again.”

The battered and bruised heroine lay on the floor having just finished another bottle of drugged water. “Oh god she sobbed as she started to drag herself towards the saw horse mounted dildo. “Isn’t he ever coming back for me…?”

“Don’t worry princess, your master is here!” I shouted brightly, startling her.

“Please master, no more, I am sorry…” she begged. She still emphasized the word master to show she wasn’t really submitting, just saying it to avoid punishment.

“What are you sorry for Batslut?” I asked.

I saw an oddly puzzled look on her face, she couldn’t remember why she was being punished so brutally. “Be..because I displeased you master?’ she offered.

“Good enough for now slut” I answered. “You are disgusting Batslut, why don’t you take a shower for me and I will give you some food?’

“The collar master, to far….” She croaked hoarsely, “It will hurt me…”

“It’s OK, I switched it off whore, “I told her, “Do you remember where the shower is?”

“Yes master” she replied quickly.

“You may have twenty minutes, but come here first” I told her. She crawled to the spot where I pointed and I removed her harness and just left a collar. “I want you to finger fuck yourself in the shower Barbara, do you understand? Come for me in the shower”

“Yes master” she whispered.

As I got ready for the afternoon’s training I watched her shower on the monitor, I had three different camera angles in the shower. She luxuriated in the water; I allowed her some hot water this time as she cleaned herself. There was soap and shampoo there as well for her to use. She cleaned up a bit, then began rubbing herself off as I told her. I expect her cunt was immensely sore considering the abuse over the last few days; she grimaced as she touched herself. I could see her nipples getting hard as she stroked her pussy, and it wasn’t very long until she either came, or faked an orgasm well enough to meet my needs for now. Then she began her shower in earnest.

After a while I broke her revelry “Ok Batslut, time to eat, put on your new costume, it is in that locker over there.”

There was a row of rusty lockers in the old industrial shower room and she reluctantly tore herself away from the warm water and toweled off. She found the locker containing a Batgirl costume, well of sorts any way.

There was her familiar cowl and cape, but the rest of the costume was a sluttish mockery of her crime fighting uniform. The whole thing probably didn’t have a square foot of cloth in it. The top was a black tank top that had a massive cut out over the breasts coming almost down to her nipples. It was cut off right under her tits as well and was as tight as a second skin. In the cutout over her tits was a Yellow bat emblem.

The bottoms were little more than a thong with another yellow bat on the tiny front panel barely covering her slit. There was a yellow utility belt, but it contained only bondage devices instead of crime fighting tools. She tugged thigh high yellow latex boots with impossibly tall heels. The final touch was the elbow length latex gloves.

Barbara looked at herself in a dirty mirror there in that steamy industrial shower room and muttered to herself, “He made you look like a slut didn’t he? “ But somewhere deep in her mind she realized the costume gave her an odd sort of thrill, “What would it be like to wear this in public” her brain asked itself. In answer her cunt gave a warm tingle.

When she came into what had once been a break room for the workers at the farm/meat packing company she almost took my breath away. Those high heeled slut boots made her walk in a way that had her ass swinging like a garden gate, accenting her long legs and perfect ass.

“Spin around for me!” I commanded, damn near choking on my soda.”Slowly, I want to look at my new property”

She turned like a model on a runway, but she had forgotten to answer me, for that she would have to be punished.

“Get over her and lay across my lap!” I demanded.

“W… what?’ she asked stupidly.

“You heard me slut! You forgot to address me correctly once again, actually twice just now! Apparently a night riding a cock in your ass wasn’t enough for you to learn!” I growled, “Now you will be punished and we will have to figure out another training method!”

“No…please master!” she pleaded uselessly, “I am sorry master!” The word master carried a lot less sarcasm now.

“Start by kissing my foot and begging my forgiveness Batwhore!” I ordered. “Remember to call yourself Batwhore too!”

I could see some of the old spark in her eyes as she contemplated disobeying me. I could see her weighing her options, maybe even thinking about snapping my neck! I cut off her train of thought quickly, “The invisible bat fence is activated, you won’t make it out of here alive slut.” I just tapped the remote controlling the collar she still wore, sending a blast of pain down her spine.

“OK! OK! I got it!” she yelped, then quickly added “Master!”

She knelt in front of me, leaned down and lightly kissed my foot, then looked up into my eyes with those smoky green orbs of hers “Please master, forgive your Batslut! I mean Batwhore…!”

“Kiss my foot again for good measure, and then crawl across my lap slut!” I ordered her to further humiliate herself. I could still see rebellion in her eyes, but she answered, “Yes master” and slid across my lap.

She hadn’t seen the hypodermic needle I had laying on the table under a rag, and when I jammed it in her perfect little ass she yelped, “What was that?”

“You see Batslut?’ I laughed as I slammed an open hand down on her ass, “You never learn! Once again you forgot to address me correctly and now we will administer some more punishment!”

The drug I had injected was the animal breeding formula meant to bring female livestock into heat for breeding as well as another bigger dose of the narcotic. I had been giving her small doses in her water, but I ramped it up considerably. She was clearly having trouble focusing now. The X  she was taking unwittingly was a special blend a chemist nerd buddy of mine had cooked up, it took the normal part of the Ecstasy high where you like to be touched and amplified it a couple times. On this shit it feels VERY good to be touched.

I could tell she felt oddly flustered; she hadn’t been across a man’s lap since she was six. My hard rubbed against her belly and bottom of her tits as I began spanking her.

“OWW” she barked as the first slap landed on her tight ass, “OOWW! OOOOWW!! OOOWWW!!! OOHHH!!! OOOHHH!!! OOOWWW!!!!”

Thank me after each slap!” I ordered, “Call yourself Batslut, in fact you will only address yourself as Batslut or Batwhore from now on, do you understand? No “I” or “me” only Batslut or this Batwhore!’

“OWWWW!” she screamed after I landed a particularly sharp blow to her ass, “I …uh…Batslut understands….OOWWWW! MASTER!”

“No you retarded flying rodent, not third person” I admonished, “As a librarian you should know it is “THIS BATSLUT UNDERSTANDS!”

“OOWWWW!!” she cried as her ass turned bright red under the assault, “THIS BUTSLUT UNDERSTANDS! OOOWWWW!!!! THIS BAT SLUT THANKS ITS MASTER!”

“ WWWHAACCCK!” “

OOOWWWW!!!! THIS BAT SLUT THANKS ITS MASTER!”

“ WWWHAACCCK!” “

OOOWWWW!!!! THIS BAT SLUT THANKS ITS MASTER!”

“ WWWHAACCCK!” “

OOOWWWW!!!! THIS BAT SLUT THANKS ITS MASTER!”

I beat her for about ten minutes, I really didn’t count the blows, I pounded her heart shaped ass until she began to cry like a little girl.

After I finished I pushed her thighs apart and cupped her sex, then rubbed it gently. I pushed a finger around the edge of the thong I had given her and sure enough her slit was wet.

“Well you are a little slut aren’t you?’ I laughed as I stroked her sex. “Are you hungery?”

“Yes master, this Batslut is hungry” she admitted.

I figured she would be, even though the narcotic I had given her probably suppressed her appetite somewhat, she had been fucking hard for twenty four hours now with nothing but drug laced water to sustain her.

I had stopped for some burgers and fries on my way to torment her; I took a fry off my plate and rubbed it on her wet cunt, then offered it to her. As I waved it in front of her face she turned her head in disgust.

“OWWWWWW!” she cried as I swatted her ass again.

“You never refuse a gift from your master Batslut” I warned. “You will only be feed when I decide to feed you, and if you don’t eat this you won’t get any more until I decide you have learned your lesson whore! Now open that cock sucker of yours!”

Tears streamed down her masked face, I don’t know if it was from pain or humiliation, I had seen her take much more pain without crying before, you be the judge. “Y…yes master” she answered correctly, if a little slowly. She opened her mouth and took the slimy fry, “CCOUGGH GAGG!” I thought she was going to hurl right then and there but she choked down her revulsion.

“Would you like another Batwhore?’ I asked. “Remember how a Batwhore begs…”

“Yes master, may this Batwhore have another?” she sobbed, once she had a little something in her stomach she realized she was ravenous. I dipped another in my special dipping sauce and fed it to her. We did this for every fry in the large order…

“Now would you like your Big Mac sandwich?’ I asked. “I ordered is special for you!”

“Yes master please, this Batslut would like she whispered as I continued to stroke her glistening pussy. I could feel her trying not to rub my finger back, but her nipples were as hard as marbles and her cunt lips were engorged and slick.

“Well they forgot the sauce on yours Batslut!” I laughed. “But we can fix that! Get on your knees!”

I pulled off my pants and my cock sprang straight up in front of her. “Stroke it Batslut! But spit on it first!”  I instructed her. After a few moments of her stroking me I shoved her mouth down over my cock and drove deep into her throat. I used the ears on her famous mask to pull her up and down, using her mouth to jack off.

“Finger that nasty twat of yours while I face fuck you!” I ordered. Had I not already came several times that morning I would not have lasted long, the sight of her mouth stretched tightly around my cock was so erotic, and the warmth of her mouth and tongue would drive anybody over the edge quickly!

When I was ready to explode I pulled out f her mouth and spurted all over her sandwich, “There you go Batslut, special sauce!” I laughed.

“T…thank you Master” then she realized her mistake, “This Batslut thanks you!”

Angry I took the sandwich away from her and threw it on the floor,”There Batslut, eat it off the floor like a sorry bitch! Use your mouth, not your hands whore!”

She leaned forward and consumed the burger greedily, she really was starving and she rationalized she was going to need her strength.

“Look at you!” I mocked, “Some super heroine you are, eating a cum soaked burger off the floor!” When she finished her erotic meal I ordered her to fetch her Batarang for another round of fetch.

She brought me the means to humiliate her, carrying it in her mouth as she had been told before. “Good little Batslut!” I mocked as I patted her head. “Now pull you top down under you tits, I like to see them bounce as you crawl!”

“Yes, master” she sniffed as she exposed her tits to me. She sat kneeling in front of me as she did.

I pushed her backwards, arching her back and her spectacular tits jutted upwards into the air. “Grab the heels of your boots and don’t you dare let go!”

I grabbed her fun bags one in each hand and began mulling them for a moment, then I drew back my hand and slapped her right milk back, hard, “SSSCCWWWAACCKK!” SCCHHWWWAACCKKKK! SSCCHHWWWAACCKKWWKK!”

“AAWWWWW!” she screamed as her tits bounced under my assault.

“Who owns these tits Bat slut? Who owns you?’ I snarled.

“AWWWWW” OOOWWWW!” She cried in pain, “YOU DO MASTER! YOU DO! YOU OWN ME!!!”

I slapped her again, “What is this “ME” shit?” I screamed.

“I…this Batslut is sorry master….this Batwhore is sorry, please don’t hit its tits again!” she pleaded frantic to avoid having her milk bags slapped around.

“Over in my bag on the floor next to my chair is a riding crop, fetch Batbitch” I commanded. “You may use your hands to open the bag, but you will carry it to me in your mouth!”

“A…c…crop, Master, this Batslut is sorry Master, please don’t beat it with a crop!” she begged, her eyes welling up in tears.

“Sit up and beg like a dog!” I ordered, just to see if she would.

She did, “Please master, this Batslut is sorry, please don’t…”

“Fetch Batbitch, and you best hurry, every second you delay is another lash on your tits!” I laughed as she scurried to find the crop, “One, two, three four, five , six!” I reach twenty five before she made it back on her hands and knees holding the crop in her mouth in front of me!

“Grab you heels Batbitch!” I ordered. “And thank me for each stroke… thank me for punish the filthy little Batwhore you are!”

“SSWWAATT!” went the crop and she tried not to cry out in pain, only repeating the mantra “Thank you master for punishing this filthy Batwhore!” Tears flowed down her black mask as the next five lashes rained down over her tits. By lash ten she was yelping at each stroke as her tits turned an angry red. “OOOWWW! “Thank you master for punishing this filthy Batwhore…”

At lash twenty she was screaming, “NNOOOAAWWW! Thank you master for punishing this filthy Batwhore!”

The last five I landed directly on her nipples, I think I went to twenty six, so ech got smacked an equal number of times. Her cries were howls of anguish now, “OOOWWW!!! AAAHHH!!!! AHH AAAHH!”

When I stopped whipping her tits I reached down and began mauling the super sore, and hyper sensitive milk bags. “Look at you, you little slut, your nipples are as hard as marbles!” I laughed. “I bet your cunt is wet too!”

To test the theory I thrust my hand into the tiny black thong with a yellow bat symbol emblazoned on the front.  “Amazing Batwhore, I just whipped your tits and your cunt is wet, what kind of filthy whore are you?”

Seeing her tits glowing red like that after whipping them gave me another hard on so I dropped my pants and straddled her face, coming in from the top of her head.. “Open your cock sucker Batbitch!” I ordered.

“Yes master” she sobbed and opened her mouth wide to receive my swollen fuck pole. With her gullet stretched open because her head was back I easily buried myself balls deep into her throat, my sack hanging over her nose, slapping her face every time I pulled out then thrust back in.

I reached down her chest and pulled up on her sore tits, I could feel her throat tighten from the pain as her body wanted to cry out but couldn’t because my cock was loged in her throat.

I pulled out of her throat for a moment to let her catch her breath and to add a new humiliation, “Ask permission, beg me to finger your cunt for me Batslut!” I ordered.

“May this Batslut finger its c…cunt for you master?” she gasped. I could clearly see she hated the word “cunt”, it was etched clearly on her face.

“Take your right hand and reach up under yourself Batslut,” I ordered, “Finger you nasty Batcunt while you suck your master’s cock!”

I could feel her sobbing in humiliation and pain as she worked hard to make me cum so I would be out of her throat as fast as possible, but that isn’t where I wanted to shoot my load this time.

I pulled out of her mouth, Roll over Batbitch!” I snarled, “Ass up, face down!” I smacked her once to get her moving quicker, soon her ass jutted in the air and made a tempting target, I could not resist using the crop on it.

I made her debase herself as I whipped her ass, “PLEASE WHIP THIS WORTHLESS BATBITCH!” she gasped after each stroke as I reddened her ass checks.

“Keep fingering yourself Batwhore!” I demanded as I whipped her. I gave her about twenty good lashes before I knelt behind her.

“I ass raped Cindy’s mom this way this morning, and now I am going to ass rape Batgirl!” I crowed as I placed my cockhead against the tight round opening to her guts.

I slowly pushed past her outer ring, the head of my cock causing her to groan, “OH GAWD IT HURTS…M…MASTER!” PLEASE TAKE IT OUT… I AM SO SORE FROM LAST NIGHT…. PLEASE DON”T!”

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as I used her hair for leverage to pull myself deeper into her ass. One painful inch at a time with her bucking and screaming under me, “OOHH GGAAWWDD  YOU ARE RIPPING ME IN TWO!!! PPLLEEAASEEE SSSTTTOOPPP!”

“Fuck you BATWHORE!” I shouted as I finally got my entire cock buried in her ass. “I FUCKING OWN YOU SLUT! I will use your ass anytime I want! All you are now is a fuck toy! You exist for my pleasure! I don’t give a fuck if it hurts you or not! You are nothing but a fine set of fuck holes for me to use! Fuck me back you worthless slut! Fuck your master with your ass, finger your nasty cunt while you do bitch, you will learn to cum at the sound of my voice! Now ride my cock whore, ride it bitch!”

I managed to reach my crop and I began whipping her back as I raped her ass, when she slowed down humping herself on my cock, I whipped her harder!

“MMMPPHH!! MMMMMM! MMMMMMM! MMMNNPPHH!” she grunted as she pumped herself back and forth on my cock.

I didn’t have to whip her much now, she was ass fucking herself pretty furiously and I felt her clamp down on my cock even tighter. I reached under her and sure enough her nipples were hard, so I rubbed her cunt, pushing her hand out of the way. Her clit was huge and enflamed as a stroked then squeezed it.

“What a nasty slut. I can't believe what a disgusting piece of trash you are! You are about to cum while you ass rape yourself Batslut!” I mocked. “ I'm going to hurt you and slap you more, and you're going to beg me for it, do you understand?"

"Y…yes …es master." she managed to get out, “W…wh…what have you done to me… ?”  This B…Batslut?’” she quickly corrected herself, her voice starting to slur.

“Don’t you dare cum unless I give you permission?” I warned. “I have ways of hurting you that you have never dreamed of bitch!” “I gave you some vitamins you stupid cunt!” I lied.

I raped her ass for several more long moments before I pulled out and rammed into her slick warm cunt. It was like sticking my cock in a warm wet vice, humping itself wildly on my fuck pole.

She felt her body rising to a crescendo she had never experienced before, the shame of being raped coupled with her over stimulated body was driving her to a place she didn’t want to go, but she knew if she didn’t act the way I had told her she could spend the night with her cunt being split by that saw horse, or worse! She screamed an “OH MY GAAWDD!” as her eyes flew open wide…”OHH MMYY GGAAWWDDD… MMAASSTERR PPPLLEEEAASSSEEE…. MAY THIS BATSLUT CUM FOR YOU OOOHHH GGAAAWWDDD PLLEEEAASSEE!!!”

“Tell me what a dirty little slut you are batgirl, “I snarled as I plowed her violently, “tell the camera you need to cum on your rapist cock like a cheap whore! Tell them bitch! Tell them what a slut you really are! Tell the world who BATSLUT is!!”

“OOWWW PLEASE MASTER PLEASE!” she screamed urgently, not understanding why her body was betraying her this way. “PPPLLLEEEAASEEEE GGGAWWDDDD LET THIS BATSLUT CUM!”

I couldn’t hold it off any longer myself, “Cum for me slut, cum when your master tells you! You have been raped to an orgasm! I MADE you cum like a whore! Admit it slut, you came while I raped you! Admit it!”

I sent what seemed like gallons of cum blasting into her womb as she added her own juice to the mix. “OOAAAHHHHHHH! AAWWWHHHH!” she moaned in short choppy breathes as I pumped her, “MMMFFFH!”MMMMPPGGHH! D…dddon’t… ssstt..ssttooop! OOHHH!! DDDDOOONNTTTTTSSSSTTTOOPPPPPPPPP! OOOWWWFFFOOOWWFFFFF!”

I jerked her to her knees by her hair and delivered the last gooey spurt onto her face and black cowl. “Open your mouth Batslut and clean my cock and balls like a good slut!” When I pressed my cock against her lips her mouth opened, she had to stretch it wide to accommodate my still rigid fuck pole, I probably had taken way to much Viagra, but was worth the risk!” look up at me as you clean me slut! Can you taste your nasty cunt and ass on my cock?”

Her startlingly green eyes were clouded by the drugs and tears, but there was something there I had not seen before, it looked like lust to me. “Rub yourself slut while you clean me off, you may cum if you wish!”

Barbra’s mind was reeling, I could see it in those green eyes, she wanted to stop, to fight, to flee, but most of all she wanted to keep cumming like she had been! The drugs had reduced her natural inhibitions and heightened her body’s desires to the point she could no longer resist and her hand went to her crotch…

“I want my cock in your mouth when you cum whore!” I commanded as she stroked her cunt feverishly. “You need to learn all things, good and bad come from me from now on! I control every breath you take slut!” Her moaning around my cock made me feel like I owned the world as she cleaned me and then came herself.

After she shuddered to another orgasm she collapsed on the ground in a quivering heap, her senses overloaded and her brain addled from the drugs and constant abuse. As she lay twitching on the floor I prepared her nightly torture.

There was a round metal post in the room, about a foot in diameter that helped support the roof; it was securely fastened into the concrete floor with massive bolts. It had been a gantry crane and there was a collar or sleeve around the post about four feet above the ground that the boom of the crane had been attached to. The boom was long gone, sold at auction when the farm went out of business but the mounting ring remained with a short round steel stub of an arm protruding from it.

I took a large black rubber cock and attached it to the arm, jutting upwards obscenely nearly ten inches. I took the dazed heroine over and sat her on the rubber penis, she barely mumbled as it slid into her still slick twat. The pipe she straddled was low enough for her to touch the ground by about six inches; her ankles were spread wide and secured to the floor.

I wanted her hands confined to a certain reach so I took cuffed her wrists and took leather straps and wrapped them around her thighs. A short length of chain connected each wrist cuff to her they bands.

A stout short piece of chain was fastened to her collar and then padlocked after wrapping the end around the post. It only left her a couple inches of slack and when she flopped forward limply, the collar choked her. That snapped her back to a semi conscious state anyway.

She glared at me as the drugs began to wear off while I set up video equipment in front of her. When I finished I explained what was going to be a very entertaining evening.

“Well Batgirl, are you back amongst us?’ I asked.

“Please, just let me go” she moaned, her whole body ached like it had been in a train wreck. She was trying to resist, but she was too weak, too battered to last long.

“Well Batslut, you have already forgotten today’s lessons I see” I snarled and slapped her fat tits with an open hand, “SSWWAATTTTT!”

“You are no longer an “I” or “Me” I slapped her milk jugs several times back and forth.

“OOWWW”” she cried, “OOOUUCCCHH! I AM SORRY MASTER!”

“There is no “I” in Batslut’s vocabulary!” I growled as I slapped her tits over and over.

“This Batslut is sorry master!” she wailed as I smacked them for about the fiftieth time. “Please forgive it master! Please have mercy on it!” Tears streamed down her black cowl and cheeks, “PPLLEEAASEE MASTER STOP HURTING YOUR BATSLUT!”

“Ahh, a breakthrough, Batslut knows her owns her now doesn’t she?” I mocked as I slapped her tits again.

Her mammary glands were swollen and red by the time I stopped slapping them back and forth and watched them finally stop bouncing, her nipples sticking out like hard little cocks at the end of her breasts.

Her eyes were probably still to full of tears to see the clamp before I sank its sharp little teeth into her right nipple, but the pain sure sent the message to her brain, “OOOOOOOAAWWWW!” she screamed as it bit into her flesh. The second clamp on her other nipple tore the same response from her raw throat, followed by  a series of repeated pleas, “get them off…oh god please master, please, your Batslut begs you, please get them off…please…”

I let her settle down a bit before introducing her to her next torment. When she could see again I held a black rubber ring in front of her eyes. It was about six inches around and an inch thick. I slid it over her breast up to the base of the still glowing fun bag and then repeated on the other side. There was a black rubber hose that led off each ring which I connected to a tee on a box under her. Then I connected a line from the dildo wedged in her cunt to the same box.

“You will want to pay attention Batslut” I advised as I went to a laptop on a table in front of her, also connected to the box beneath her. She could see the screen as I pulled up a program called, “TIT CRUSH!” She could also see it was her own personal laptop that I had confiscated to torture her with.

She looked up at me with tired dull eyes, no longer full of the hate and fire she had shown earlier as I explained her predicament. As I started the program the bands around her breasts contracted, squeezing her tits tightly.

“OK Batslut, here is the deal” I explained, “Those bands are controlled by this lap top. Which in turn is also controlled by that dildo in your cunt. I expect those bands are getting a bit uncomfortable about now as the will continue to constrict unless you pump them back up!”

I saw confusion in her dull eyes, “P…p…pump…h…how…?” then she quickly added, “MASTER!”

“You are stupid aren’t you” I laughed, “Cindy told me you were dense, but I digress. You will hump up and down on that cock which will in turn relax the bands. Try it for me now!”

The bands had in fact compressed the base of her big tits to about four inches in diameter and her milk bags were turning purplish. She began to rise and fall up the black rubber cock as I commanded, so I added further instruction, “Finger yourself, if you don’t keep that cunt wet it will rub you raw slut!”

Her face went a deep scarlet as she realized what she was being forced to do, but she soon was diddling her clit as ordered. Her tits bounced up and down as she rode that rubber cock for all it was worth.

“Master, its not working…” she moaned, “M… Batslut’s breasts… hurt…please!”

I stood in front of her and slapped her highly sensitive tits, “Batslut’s don’t have breasts, they have milk bags, or tits, do you understand?’

“y…yes m…master” she groaned, “Batslut’s tits…hurt.. please…”

“Don’t worry whore, the pressure will ease, but you have to work faster” I informed her. As she fucked herself harder the bands relaxed and blood rushed into her purple tits, causing another wave of pain just as she came on her fingers! “OOWWHH!!!! OOWWWWHHHH!!!” she moaned several times caught between pain and pleasure.

As she settled down from her orgasm I jabbed a needle into her arm, she at once felt warmth coursing through her body. “Wh..what was that?...Master!”

“I have been giving you a narcotic since you have been her Batslut” I informed her. “It really isn’t much of a high, but it is really addictive, you may have noticed you weren’t feeling very well, I mean over and above the bondage stuff! I gave you a cocktail containing the narcotic and a special blend of ecstasy that a friend of mine developed. It really ramps up the sense of touch”

“You b…bastard, you are addicting me to drugs” she screamed as the drug kicked in.

“That’s right bat whore!” I snarled as I slapped her tits violently, “And since you can’t remember to address me correctly we are going to make your night even worse slut!”

She looked puzzled when I held up two small lead objects so I explained, “Weights for your tits whore!”

“OHH NO! PLEASE MASTER I AM SORRY OOOOWWWWW!” she cried as I fastened them to the nipple clamps.

“To late bitch” I laughed, “They stay on all night! Now these bands will constrict about once every hour and a half. The cock has a sensor that can tell if you cum or not, if you do you will be rewarded with a drink of water.”

“How?” she asked, “Master”

“Good question Batslut, I almost forgot!” I laughed. I produced a cock with another tube running to it. I secured it above her where she could reach it with her mouth, “Open up!” She had to really stretch her jaws to get the cock gag in her mouth. “You will of course have to suck it to receive your water though” I warned.

There was one other feature I wanted to explain to her before I went and fucked her comrade Robyn all night. “If you use your tongue you will find a button on the bottom of that cock. If you press it, it will deliver a dose of the narcotic and ecstasy. It won’t get you high in the classic sense, but you will be Jonesing for it in a few hours, trust me. See how long you can hold out before you dose yourself. She nodded her head, unable to respond any other way, fear clear in her eyes.

“One final note Batslut” I pointed to the laptop, “You will read what that screen says as you fuck yourself. If you fail to comply, we will do this again tomorrow night, and the night after until you get it right!”

 Soon she felt the bands constricting her breasts again and she groaned as she reached for her clit trying to get some moisture in her cunt before she had to start humping that didldo again. She was startled at how good her fingers felt as she touched herself, no doubt from the drug cocktail. Soon she was humping away furiously.

As Cindy O’Hara was driving home from school her smart phone beeped, she nearly ran off the road as she opened it and saw Batgirl fucking herself violently. “Damn lucky bitch!” she muttered to herself. Then she got a text from me, “Meet me at your house, I have a surprise for you”

She typed back, “bad idea, mom will be home and she is pissed at both of us!”

“Mom is handled” I fired back. “I have a big evening planned for us, get there right away.”

Chapter Ten

When I got to the O’Hara house Cindy was waiting for me, and she was very agitated. “My mother is about to blow the whistle on us master” she cried, obliviously distraught. “I hate that bitch! I am so sick of her and her holier than thou attitude! Dad is out of town again at another convention, he can usually keep the bitch off my back…”

I held a finger to her lips and said, “I told you I have your mother under control”

“But the maid said mom threatened to call the FBI” Cindy kept going on, “And she threatened to have Barbara fire you at the Library!”

“Are you not listening to me?’ I steeled my voice, “Assume the position slut!”

Shocked at my sudden anger she dropped to her knees in front of me right there in her own living room, “I am sorry master… it’s just that I like my new life…I…don’t want to lose it already…”

“I told you I have it under control” I snarled, “You have shown doubt and so you will be punished, but first I will explain what I have done about your mother and why she will not be bothering us!” Then I had a better idea, “Get your school girl slut outfit on, we are going out”

She got up and ran to her room, tears in her eyes, scared of the punishment I was going to give her. In her mind she was or had been manipulating me, now that illusion was stripped away, but she knew better than to disobey me. She came back downstairs as I was sitting on the couch with their Hispanic maid and drinking a beer. The young maid had her hand on my knee and I saw a disapproving glare from Cindy as she came in. “getting a little friendly with the help?’” she snapped.

“It’s none of your business slut!” I fired back and I saw her jump from the unexpected edge to my voice. “I just gave Rosie a shopping list for this evening’s meal, give her your mother’s household credit card. She is also going to drive us this evening, we are going out clubbing and we need a designated driver.”

“Mom will pop a gasket!” Cindy exclaimed, “Only she sends Rosie out for things… I don’t…” Her voice trailed off as she saw anger in my eyes, “I‘ll get it…” She handed the maid the card and Rosie smiled at her sweetly and said “gracias senorita Cindy, Senor Lance is muy machismo SI?”

“Yes, yes he is Rosie; no go do what he asks please!” Cindy answered as she headed to my car. “Where are we going ?”

“It’s a surprise,” I snarled just to let her know I was still displeased with her attitude. “And we are taking the Escalade instead.”

“Lance, we can’t do that, mom will come home and we will be in deep shit!” Cindy cried, “Please…”

I slapped her across her pretty little face.

“I am sorry master” she moaned, my anger bothered her greatly.

“Just shut the fuck up and get in the back seat, Rosie you know where I want to go!” I barked as the women climbed into Heather O’Hara’s pride and joy, the vehicle she reserved for special occasions.

I grabbed Cindy by her long blond hair and shoved her onto the floorboard between my knees, “Take my cock out and suck it slut!” I commanded.

“Please Lance, not in front of the help!” She cried.

I slapped her gain, “You will address me as master and you will suck my cock slut! That makes two punishments for this evening!”

“but you told me to call you Lance in public” Cindy cried, “I am sorry master, please, I will be a good girl… I …”

“Shut the fuck up and suck my cock slut!” I demanded. I could see a big grin on the pretty Latina driver’s face in the mirror as she heard the obscene “SSLLUURRPP SSLLUURRP” from the back seat.

The reason I wanted Cindy on the floor is because I did not want her to see where we were going until we got there.  I shot my wad into her mouth just as we arrived at the biker club house at the edge of town belonging to my friend Randall.

“Clean your face off” I told Cindy then turned to Rosie, “You have your list and a phone, I will call you to come pick us up.”

Si senor lance” the maid turned driver beamed brightly, “You have fun with your slut!”

“What did you call me?’ Cindy exploded, ready to fight.

I slapped her again, “She called you EXACTLY what you are, my slut!  Now apologize for your rudeness and admit to her you are a slut!”

She was stunned, she had been trying very hard to please me, but it was obvious I was mad about something and she knew better than to disobey, “I am sorry Rosie, I am a slut”

“It is OK slut, I have known it for a long time” Rosie laughed back as we got out of the SUV and headed for the club.

Cindy was dying to know why we were here and I could tell she was very apprehensive but she wisely held her tongue as we entered the rough and tumble bar and strip club. She was scared I was going to make her strip for the bikers and let them use her, I could see it in her eyes. I could also see her nipples get hard at the thought I I expect her easy lube cunt was getting wet as well.

As we entered Randall came over and greeted us at the door, “We have been expecting you buddy! Damn that slut looks good, sure you don’t want to sell her?”

“Cindy looked at me in shear panic but held her tongue. “She has been a little bitch tonight, but I am not ready to sell her just yet, but the night is young!” I could see relief flash her eyes like a search light it was so obvious.

“Well your special table is ready and so is the evening’s entertainment” Randall laughed, grabbing Cindy’s sweet little ass. “Come with me”

He led us to a back room containing just a couple tables facing a  glass wall. Soon a topless dancer brought me a beer and asked, “lap dance?’

“No, I brought my own whore, thanks though!” I replied, turning Cindy’s face a scarlet red.

“Now you are wondering why I brought you here aren’t you slut” I laughed, “Especially since you have submitted and been a good girl lately, the scene at your mother’s house excepted of course.”

She took that as an invitation to speak, “Master, I have been good haven’t I? I am just worried mother will try to take this all away and well…”

She paused so I prodded her to continue, “Go on, you may speak freely”

“Well…I LIKE being YOUR slut master, I don’t like it when you share me with others, I want to be yours and yours alone” she blurted out, leaving herself bare for big disappointment.

“I don’t think you are sincere Cindy, or you would trust me” I answered coldly. “For this to work you need to submit completely and never question my authority or judgment. I told you I would handle your parents and I have. You will never be my exclusive fuck toy, I will use you as I see fit, and I will use other fuck toys as well. You better get used to it…”

I could see tears welling up in her pretty blue eyes as she pondered her fate for a bit then carefully answered, “Master, I submit to you, I want to prove you don’t need any other slut if you will have me. I will never doubt or question you again, I swear. My I show you master?’

I could see her squiring in her chair; all this humiliation was bring her cunt to a boil. I expected her to fuck me stupid right there but when I nodded she did something totally unexpected, she got up and left the room!

Stunned I sat there for a minute until she led Randall back into the room and sat him in a chair. That sweet looking little girl then performed the nastiest lap dance on him a man ever saw. When she dropped between his legs and swallowed his huge cock she looked into my eyes, I could almost see her thoughts as she sucked him off, “This is to prove my devotion”

When she finished Randall turned to me and said, “Dude, that is the sexiest bitch I have ever seen, you are one lucky man! Drinks are on the house, and here is the hundred I promised slut!” he handed Cindy a wadded hundred dollar bill and left. The semi nude waitress came back in and asked, “Another beer sir?’

“Yes, and get the slut one as well!” I ordered.

When she left, the blond crime fighter known around the world as Robyn knelt in front of me, “Am I worthy now Master?’

I got a boner like I have never had before at her words. As our beers arrived I patted the chair next to me,” sit slut”

She slid next to me, leaning on my shoulder, “I will make you happy master, and I accept you may use other women, but I know I will please you best!” She reached down and took my cock from my pants and began to massage it gently while whispering in my ear all the dirty things a man could ever dream of. “Lets go home master” the promise of magical things was in her voice.

“But I haven’t given you your birthday present yet!” I laughed.

“You remembered?’ she cried, “but its tomorrow!”

“Let’s start early” I chuckled, “Go over by that wall, there is a light switch, flip it on and you will see your present from me!”

Puzzled she wiggled her scrumptious ass over and flipped the switch. She was stunned when a small stage lit up and there stood Robyn in the middle of it! Well someone who looked very much like her wearing her Robyn costume. The woman was bigger than her and the uniform was stretched obscenely tight.

Cindy stared in dumfounded silence as four men entered the stage and “Robyn” tried to fight them off, but they soon had her arms tied behind her and on her knees, Cindy could hear one of the men demand “Open your mouth whore!” as he squeezed the woman’s jaw. Soon the men were taking turns raping her in several different and violent ways.

But as Cindy came back and sat next to me she saw the “Robyn” on stage slowly change, she was fucking her attackers back like a wanton slut after a while. The people on the stage could not see us, our room was dark, but they men had carefully put their victim on her hands and knees facing us as I had instructed earlier.

As Cindy watched a woman dressed in her crime fighting gear be raped and debased she grew even more aroused and I saw her hand go to her crotch. “get your hands off my cunt” I ordered, “Keep them where I can see them, I will tell you when to play with yourself you little slut!”

I took out my phone and called Rosie, “Are you in the parking lot? Good come on in, we are in the back room, and bring beer with you as you come!”

Soon the petite little Latina entered carrying more beer and sat next to me on the other side of me from Cindy.

“Cindy, tell Rosie why you just got in trouble” I demanded.

Her cheeks flamed red with shame, and lust as the humiliation was really turning her on now. I… tried to touch myself without master’s permission”

“I know you are a slut” the maid laughed, “A filthy little whore just like your momma!”

The woman on the stages tits bounced back and forth under her as a man raped her ass, the blond screamed, “FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY ASS! Over and over and over again.

Finally I pointed to another switch, “Go flip that one now slut!”

Cindy had to get up and approach the glass wall directly in front of the woman in the Robyn suit. When she flipped the switch a light came on over Cindy illuminating her clearly to those in the room. It was also the cue for one of the men to tear off “Robyns” mask!

Mother and daughter stared at each other in stunned silence for a long, long moment as realization of what was happening sank in. Cindy’s mother was being used like a whore by several men on stage, there were several rooms like ours clustered around the stage and cheering could be heard from 360 degrees around us!

Rosie screamed a delighted exclamation in Mexican that I can’t translate and Cindy finally stammered, “OH MY GAWD YOU ROTTEN SLUT!”

On stage heather O’Hara’s jaws flopped open as she cried, “baby, is that you? Look away, they made me do this baby, please don’t look at me like that…please… ohh gawd, this is Lance’s doing, you have to believe me….”

“Oh I believe you mommy!” Cindy snarled, “Master, this is the best birthday present ever, on the whole planet! In the whole universe! Look at miss high and mighty now master! Look at her, men’s cum dripping from every hole like a slimy faucet! Look at you now you stupid cow, you finally got what you deserved! Lance told you to leave us alone, now you are ruined slut!”

“Please Cindy, help me, please” the older woman cried as she was still being fucked in the ass. “you don’t understand, I am being blackmailed…please…help”

“Look at you slut, you are still fucking that man back while your daughter watches!!!!”Cindy marveled, “I hate you cunt, I always have!”

“Look at you, you are about to come from a stranger ass fucking you in front of your daughter! What a Slut!” Rosie added in a thick Mexican accent, she had joined Cindy next to the stage.

It took nearly another hour for the men on the stage to finish with Cindy’s mom. I pulled a chair up directly in front of Mrs. O’Hara and had Cindy suck my cock in front of her as she was reamed in every hole over and over again. Finally the men left the stage, the blond wife of the police chief lay in a cum soaked Robyn uniform sobbing in shame as the lights dimmed on the stage.

Randall came to my table leading Heather by a leash attached to a collar. She was naked except a pair of high heels now. He handed me a DVD, “here is the recording of today’s party you asked for. Oh, and here is her earnings for the day, less the house cut of course” He started to hand me a thick wad of bills but I waved him off.

“Give that to her madam” I declared, pointing to Cindy.

All three women in the room went “WWHHAAAT!” in unison, their jaws all dropping simultaneously.

Cindy reached out and took the cash with a shaking hand as I ordered, “Rosie, grab Heather’s leash, it’s time to go home!”

I stopped in the main room of the bar, “I almost forgot, its Cindy’s birthday party! “ The bar full of whores and biker all broke out into a rousing chorus of “Happy Birthday” for my pet.

“Cindy is about to turn nineteen tomorrow aren’t you slut?’ I announced.

“Y…yes…uh… “she stammered, uncertain of how to address me, we were in public, but it was a sleazy joint and she didn’t know if I wanted her to call me master or Lance here.

“My slut here is constantly forgetting how to address me” I declared, “I think she needs a spanking, don’t you?”

I got a unanimous cheer from the crowded bar. “Then it’s settled, bend over the table slut!”

Tears streamed from her eyes as she complied, knowing disobedience would be far worse! I pulled her short plaid skirt up over her spectacular teen ass, all she was wearing underneath was a tiny white thong, the strap of which was buried deep in her crack.

“Count, and ask for more slut!” I commanded, “Remember to call yourself a whore as you do!”

I swung an open hand at her ass, “SSWWAAACCCKKK!”

“ONE! THANK YOU MASTER! MAY THIS WHORE  HAVE ANOTHER!” she cried…..

“SSWWAAACCCKKK!”

“TWO! THANK YOU MASTER! MAY THIS WHORE  HAVE ANOTHER!” she cried…. nineteen times in all.

When we got to the door Heather cried, “I can’t go out there, I am naked!”

“Come on bitch, every man in this place has fucked you whore!” Rosie laughed as she dragged her boss to the car naked as the day she had been born. The SUV sat under a security light so anyone passing by could see, and judging by the horns blowing on the street, many did!

I opened the hatch in the rear and made Heather set back there. “I don’t want your skank whore ass leaking all over the leather do we slut?’

Rosie drove home with Cindy sucking on my cock again; it was a long ride for the O’Hara family! I had Rosie park the hulking SUV in the drive in front of the house instead of the garage so she could lead Heather into the house nude. The chief’s wife got lucky no one was walking by to see her shame.

Once inside heather O’Hara tried to reassume some dignity, if not outright command, she was a bossy bitch and used to being in charge. “Rosie, fetch me a robe, we will discuss your behavior later!”

The back of my hand spun her around and dropped her to the floor. “You will never put on clothes unless I tell you to slut!” I snarled. I settled into a recliner and told the three women to line up in front of me. “Come to attention girls, we have a lot to discuss! Put you hands behind your backs, tits out, you too Rosie!”

The Latina started to protest, “I am not part of this…” but I cut her short.

“I am afraid you are Rosie” I laughed. “You will obey me completely or I will have you jailed and then deported. Your green card is a fake, your Social Security number is a fake, and you are in fact in this country illegally. What is more you have a criminal record for prostitution.”

“And I hired you?’ heather exclaimed incredulously. “I can’t have an illegal whore working for me; I am married to the police chief!”

“Shut up Puta!” Rosie spat back, “I saw you tonight bitch, and you are a whore just like me!”

I had to step in and separate the two women before I could go on explain their new lives. “And by the way Heather, your dear hubby was fucking this little tamale every chance he gets, just so you know! In fact he is in Vegas right now with a hooker!”

“NOOO!!!!! IT CAN’T BEEEE!” the distraught MILF screamed, “I’ll kill the bastard! And you too you cheap little whore!” she threw herself at Rosie again.

“Aren’t you going to stop them?” Cindy asked as they fought rolling around on the floor.

Rosie was much smaller, but was in better shape and much tougher mentally than heather O’Hara and soon was sitting on her employer slapping her face and screaming curses in Spanish at Heather.

When I was satisfied I had the outcome I wanted I told Rosie to get off her boss, when she hesitated I slapped her across the face dropping her to the floor. She hopped up, fire in her eyes, but then realized what she was dealing with and lowered her fist.

“If you ever raise a hand to me again whore, I will sell you to those bikers and after they finish with you they will return you to Mexico slut!” I warned her. “You will address me as SIR, is that clear?”

She looked down and muttered “Yes Sir”

“Finally I can explain to you cunts how your new world works!” I exclaimed. “Stand at attention like I told you! All of you remove your shirts!” heather was already nude, her still firm tits standing at attention. Cindy obeyed quickly; Rosie looked dubious but then complied, her smaller brown mounds contrasting sharply with the large tanned orbs of the other two women.

The Latina looked at Heathers big tits and muttered, “You look like a cow!”

“You look like a little boy!” Heather mocked back and Rosie started to go after her again.

Stop God damn it!” I shouted, “Cindy here is in charge of both of you, you will obey her like you obey me” I told them in no uncertain terms. “You both will address her as Mistress in private. She will be moving in with me as soon as I can arrange a place. She will be your madam from now on; you will drop whatever you are doing when she calls. Half of all the money you earn goes to her, if she chooses she can give you a cut. You will be paying for her college on your backs!”

“You cannot be serious!” Heather exploded, “Cindy wouldn’t whore out her own mother!”

“SSMMMAAACCCKK!!!” Cindy’s backhand sent Heather tumbling to the floor again, “SHUT UP WHORE!”

“Thank you Cindy!” I laughed. “Heather, you are now in fact a whore, get used to it. We have the cash you earned to prove it! You will fuck who ever I or Cindy tells you to fuck, understand?”

“No, please I am a married woman” she sobbed, “I can’t be doing this, please… don’t make me…”

“SSSLLLAAAPPPP” Cindy smacked her gain.”SHUT UP BITCH! We warned you to stay away and keep your nose out of other people’s business, but you never listen, not the high and might MRS O’Hara!” Cindy kicked as she lay on the floor crying, “Daddy doesn’t want you anymore slut, and he is fucking the maid for Christ sakes, and whores in Vegas! He is sick of your worthless cunt too! When he finds out he will kick you to the curb you dumb slut! You have nowhere else to go, no fucking choice! If you obey your life will go on as you know it basically anyway, do something stupid you will be exposed, arrested and jailed! Just like Rosie here! Imagine those butch dykes in jail getting their hands on a fine piece of ass like you, and the police Chiefs wife to boot!” She delivered another kick to her mother and turned to me, “Sorry master…. I got carried away!”

“No actually you acted like a pimp needs to in order to keep his whores in line!” I laughed.

Feeling generous I made the two new whores an offer, “I think it will take about another 100K for Cindy to finish school, and it looks like it casts about that to get an illegal with a record citizenship. I will tell you two sluts what, pay off Cindy’s schooling Heather, and Rosie if you earn enough after Cindy takes her cut to get naturalized, we will tear up the evidence against you.”

“But what about my husband?” wailed heather again, she flinched visibly as Cindy raised her hand.

“We will take care of the chief” I laughed, “He stands to lose as much as you do if this goes public. By the way, some of the hookers he uses are underage boys…”

“That sick son of a bitch!” heather screamed, “I will kill him!”

“Not right now you won’t whore!” I warned. “You will go on being the good wife, at least in the public eye. Once you earn your freedom, I could care less what you do to him. But at least then you should have a nice nest egg ready to leave him!

“Are you on board? The only other choices are I take you back to the biker bar and leave you and you just disappear, the wife of a Cop has many enemies after all, or I just ruin you and your family and you go to jail.” I asked bluntly. “Once you agree there is no other path. Also, I expect movie sales will bring you in a lot of cash pretty quick, you may be out of this mess in a year or two. Jail will be for life most likely”

Heather O’Hara was a cagy bitch, she realized this was the better option for now, she would bide her time hoping to find an exit somewhere down the road. “yes Sir, I accept” she moaned reluctantly.

“Rosie?” I asked, “What about you?”

“Si, Sir” she said quietly.

“Great, let’s celebrate!” I declared, “Heather, fetch me us all a beer! And be quick about it!”

I could see her start to protest, “Rosie, get…” Smaaccckk!I slapped her again.

“I told YOU to fetch us beer whore!” I snarled. When she went after it I called Rosie to me and told her what I wanted.

When heather returned I sent her on a couple more menial tasks until Rosie got back. She brought in the packages she had gotten earlier from the car.

“Put this one whore!” I demanded as I tossed her a package from Fredrick’s. It was a skimpy, almost obscene French maid costume. Her face turned dark crimson as she put it on, noting Rosie had on one of her finer gowns from her closet. The panties in her maid outfit were crotch less, and Rosie had bought it two sizes too small, just as I had instructed.

“Perfect!” I declared, “Now open those beers! Cindy, crawl across my lap, I have another birthday spanking for you!”

Later as I fucked her daughter on her white leather couch, Heather O’Hara was eating out the cunt of her maid next to us.

As I fucked Cindy she came in torrents like she always does, I joked, “Don’t worry about the stains, we will have the maid clean it up! Happy birthday Cindy!”

“Th…thank you master” she managed to moan, “You have given me the best birthday ever…Oh fuck me master, fuck your slut! Fuck me!...”

I heard Heather scream later as Rosie rammed a huge strap on up her ass…

“Are you happy” I laughed as Cindy and I lay in Heathers bed, the mother chained to a  post near the pool after she had been forced to make and serve dinner.

She gently stroked my cock as she answered softly, “I never want this to end”

“Well, tomorrow we finish off your comrade, Batgirl” I informed her.

“Oh goody master, are you going to fuck her over s badly as you did mom?’ she giggled like a school girl.

“Worse, and you are going to help!” I laughed. The O’Hara’s had a big screen in their bedroom. It flared to life as I streamed the video feed from the slaughter house so Robyn and I could enjoy batgirl’s misery

Miles away, in a dark abandoned slaughterhouse batgirl began humping herself on the rubber cock buried deep in her sore cunt. The constricting bands had become unbearable around her tits again and she had to relieve the pressure, so she fucked herself. Her fingers gliding over her engorged clit to help make her pussy lube itself to avoid some pain. Sometime after the bands had relaxed she came again, she had lost count of the orgasms she had had.

Her mind and body were shattered, reduced to an over stimulated cunt and a pair of agonized tits with weights bouncing from her nipples as she fucked herself. “OOHH GOAAWWDD!” she cried s she fucked herself again, reading from the monitor in front of her. “I AM A WORTHLESS WHORE!” she cried, “NO MORE THAN A LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEM FOR A CUNT!” she berated herself. “THIS IS ALL I AM GOOD FOR!” Over and over again she was instructed to cry out these messages meant for her mind; there was no one else to listen after all. “I AM NO HEROINE, ONLY A STUPID CUNT!”

When the pain and humiliation finally drove her to the breaking point, she tongued the stud on the dildo in her mouth and swallowed another soul stealing dose of narcotics. Then another orgasm overtook her brain…

Chapter Eleven

As usual I woke up to Cindy’s mouth on my ball sack, “Master, you promised, get up sleepy head! Yesterday was fantastic, I want more today! You promised master…!”

I laughed, “I guess I did!” I reluctantly pulled her mouth off my balls, “ We need to get moving!”

After we showered I got a call from Randall, “Hey Dude, is “Robyn” available for tonight? I have a couple rich clients that saw the video feed and want a private party!”

“How much?’ I asked, Cindy trying to listen to the conversation, so I put my cell on speaker.

“Five grand for the night” the biker answered. “I get 500.00 off the top of course”

Cindy excitedly answered, “She will be there!”

I heard Randall laugh as he replied, “I hear Robyn’s pimp, it’s a deal!”

“Do you need a Mexican slut?” Cindy offered, “I can let her fuck cheap!”

The biker laughed again, “No, but I will keep it in mind!”

I gave Randall Cindy’s number and told him, “Contact the madam direct buddy, see you soon!”

Cindy’s mom was still chained to a post by the pool, shivering in the cool morning air, I doubt she had slept much since we fastened her there. Cindy kicked her as she lay shivering, “get up whore, its time to get ready for work!”

Heather was slow to respond so Cindy unlocked her collar and dragged her mother to the edge of the water then threw her in! “You needed cleaning up anyway whore, now quit fucking around!”

Heather cried as she pulled herself out of the cool water, “Follow me slut!” Cindy ordered and turned on her heels towards the kitchen. “Step it up whore, I haven’t got all day!”

I had Rosie make some breakfast as I explained to Mrs. O’Hara her new life and what her day was going to be. “Heather, you have a party tonight reprising your role of “Robyn” . You will meet them at 6:00 PM at this motel. The room is booked in your whore name, a credit card has been established to cover it. You will service the John’s until their time runs out at 6:00 AM. They OWN you for twelve hours, do you understand?”

“Please…lance…Sir…” she pleaded “I can’t do this! Please, I am married, my husband will be coming home tonight, he will expect me to be here… please Cindy, don’t make me do this!”

Cindy jerked her mother’s head back and snarled into her face, “You will be fucking who ever I tell you to fuck, and don’t worry about daddy, he will be eating Mexican tonight, he is tired of you anyway you worthless whore! Now the john’s may use you anyway they want, but they may not leave any permanent marks! Also, you will go to this address and see the shop owner, her will know what to do when you get there. You will tip him with a blow job, do you understand? If you disobey we will either give you to the bikers or publically expose you for what you are and you can get bitch raped in prison!”

Watching Heather squirm I laughed and shoved her over the kitchen table forcing her to spread her legs. I ran my finger up her slit. It was damp and as I stroked it got wet. “Don’t try to bullshit us whore, the thought of selling yourself gets you wet! Now go do as you are told and you will make 500.00 tonight!”

“Come on Cindy slut” I pointed to the door, “We have someone to go see, Oh wait, Rosie, Heather, sing happy birthday to Cindy!”

It was nearly 9:00 AM when we reached the abandoned farm where I had taken batgirl. I had Cindy don her Robyn uniform, including her mask for psychological effect.

We Robyn and I entered the room where I had been confining and training her partner, I heard Robyn give a gasp she couldn’t control. Her friend was slumped forward babbling incoherently. Batgirl’s tits were swollen and angry purple as the heroine tried to summon the strength to hump herself on the rubber cock that would deflate the restricting bands.

Batgirl looked up, her blood shot eyes imploring, “R…Robyn…h…help me…please!”

Robyn started towards the battered heroine, her anger at her comrade apparently forgotten, years of  friendship overcoming the training I had been giving her.

“FREEZE BITCH!” I commanded loudly. “Touch her and you will replace her on that rubber cock tonight!”

“B…but…but!” Robyn stammered, “S…she is hurt…”

I pointed to the floor, furious, “Get on your knees bitch! I see you haven’t learned your place yet!”

Robyn, terrified at my sudden anger realized the game she was playing with me was blown. She leapt at me like a tigress, intent on taking me down. The consequences she knew would be bad, she would be ruined, but it was better than being a slave to me she thought.

She had been trying to cooperate with me, to make me think she had been broken because she had no idea where batgirl was being tortured. Her whole change to the dark side if you will had been a ruse! Now, since I had brought her to her friend she believed it was time to rescue batgirl!  They would have to try and deal with the blackmail material I had on them later, perhaps they could force me to stop its distribution or claim it was all faked, but this had to end in Robyn’s eyes, this might be their last chance! Cindy’s mother’s involvement added another wrinkle they would have to work and Cindy was sorry for what her mom had gone through, but it had been kind of Heather’s own fault! Had she not butted in unwanted she would have been left alone.

The problem was for Robyn is that I anticipated it, it had been too good to be true, her complete submission that is. Even her innate sluttish core could not be turned that easy and I knew it.

As Robyn hurtled herself at me she heard a strangled cry behind her,  “ROBYN AAACCCCKKKK!!!”

She checked her momentum and turned to see Batgirl flopping about as electricity coursed through her body, the heroines eyes bulging as she did. Weights jerked and spun wildly hanging from her purple tits by vicious clamps.

Robyn turned to me and screamed, “STOP! YOU ARE KILLING HER! STOP!”

“KNEEL SLUT!” I commanded, “Or I will kill her!”

“GOD DAMN YOU, YOU MISERABLE BASTARD!” Robyn screamed as batgirl bounced violently.

She rushed to batgirl and tried to pull away the collar that was frying her comrade, all she got was a nasty shock of her own for the trouble. “LET HER GO! STOP IT!” she pleaded with me.

Finally after a few seconds she turned and snarled, “I SUBMIT! STOP KILLING HER!”

“You know how to address me slut!” I fired back coldly.

There was a moment where all you could hear was Batgirls flopping and the electric buzz from her collar. Then Robyn knelt in front of me, “Please master, Robyn slut begs you to stop hurting batgirl…”

I released the button on the remote control and Barbra Gordon, AKA Batgirl slumped unconscious still perched on her helplessly on her rubber cock.

I tossed Robyn a small key, “Take her down bitch!”

The Green and scarlet clad teen took the small key and unlocked the chain that held batgirl to the post and gently lifted her friend off the rubber cock that had been buried in her cunt for over eighteen hours. She undid the bands around Barbra’s thighs and wrist cuffs to free her arms. Then she looked up at me and asked while pointing to the contracted rubber bands around the base of Barbra’s tits. “How do I remove those?’

“Well bitch, I could hit a button and relax them, or we can go with plan B” I laughed.

“Plan B” Robyn asked haltingly, afraid of my answer.

“Yes, I think defiantly plan “B” since Batslut is still hooked up!” I proclaimed. “You need to climb on that cock and fuck yourself in order to deflate those bands. By the look of it you best hurry or they will be completely ruined, may even need to be removed soon!”

She looked stunned; her plan had gone completely sideways on her. She had sold out everything, and everyone to save batgirl, and now she had failed. The consequences were going to be very dire, and she knew it. She weighed her options for a moment before removing her hunter green shorts in preparation to mount the torture device.

I tossed her a bottle of KY lube, “I know your slut cunt will be lubing like the whoe you are, but I want the rubber cock up your ass instead!”

Her eyes grew wide with terror, “please…master…please…!”look, I know I deceived you, but some of it was real, I like being your slave, please forgive your Robyn  Slut, it is sorry…”

“Well Robyn, I wish I could trust you, you know my mom and dad really liked you and we could have had an nice life together, but I don’t think I will ever believe anything you say, ever again. Get your ass on that cock! NOW WHORE!”

She kept pleading as she greased the dildo up and then slowly lowered herself onto it. “OOOWWWW!” she cried as it parted her outer ring. “OOOOWWWW OOOWWWWW OOWWWW!” she moaned as she let her weight shove her down on it until it ws ten inches deep in her bowels.

“You better start humping” I advised, “those bat tits look pretty bad!”

As she started doing like I ordered I found another collar and slipped it around her throat, locking it in place securely. Then I chained her to the post like I had done Batgirl. Next her ankles were secured to the floor and she was trapped.

“Would you like me to unclamp you friend’s nipples?” I asked her as she bounced up and down on that big rubber cock.

“P…please” she moaned, not thinking about what I might do next.

I removed the vicious little clamps from batgirl’s nipples and caught one of Robyns as she fucked herself. “OH GAWD NO! PLEASE MASTER I AM SORRY FOR BETRAYING YOUR TRUST! PLEASE DON’T. “OOOWWWAAAAAHHAHHH!” she wailed as I fastened the weights to her swollen nipples.

I placed the thigh straps batgirl had been wearing and wrist cuffs on Robyn son how all she could reach was her cunt. I reached down and stroked her pussy, the little whore was wet already so I slapped her pretty face and told her, “finger yourself slut”

Her humping of the rubber cock grew more frenzied as she approached an orgasm, the rubber bands around batgirl’s tits relaxed just as she was regaining consciousness.

I had her sitting up when she came to and the bands expanded, the blood rushed back into her numb tits with a wave of agony, “AAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” she screamed as feeling returned to her purple mammary glands. She grabbed her own tits and tried to massage them as the blood rushed back in. “OOOWWW GGAAAWWDDD IIITTT HHHUUUURRTTTSSS! IIIITTTT BBBUUURRRNNNNNSSSS!”

She managed to pulled the restricting bands from her breasts and lay crying in moaning over and over, :”It hurts….it hurts…. So bad…”

I went back to Robyn, the constrictor band in my hands. I held them in front of her face which pale under her perfect tan. She had stopped humping herself after she had an orgasm.  I had her change holes, putting her cunt on the dildo and put the bands around the base of her breasts.

I filled her in on how the machine worked, “You saw what happened to Batslut when she stopped humping herself. When the bands contract you will have to fuck that rubber cock to release the pressure.”

As I turned and walked away Robyn began to plead, “please master, I am sorry, I…just…Barbara is my friend…I was just trying to keep her from being hurt…I am sorry master… this slut is sorry” she corrected herself.

Angrily I whirled on my heel and strode back to her and slapped her face again. “You stupid cunt, you had it all and you threw it away! Just for a moment there I believed you would make a fine consort, but you threw it away to save that worthless whore!”

Tired of her begging I rammed a cock gag into her mouth and secured it tightly with a harness around her head. I saw the bands start to contract on her tits and her eyes fly wide open. She immediately began humping the dildo for relief.

After I finished with Robyn for the time being, I dragged Batgirl by her hair to her knees. “Well Batslut, your comrades attempt to save you failed, you still belong to me!”

Tears filled her eyes as she looked over at Robyn now furiously fucking herself to release those tight bands around her tits and moaned, “Y…yes…m…master”

Her tits were slightly less purple now, but still highly sensitive as I reached down and mauled them in my hands. She didn’t try to resist, but I could hear her groan as I squeezed them. I sat in a chair after dropping my pants and pulled her in front of me, still on her knees. I pulled her forward and commanded, “Hold your milk bags together while I tit fuck you!”

Her will to resist at least temporarily broken she did as she was told, “Y…yes master”

She sobbed as I thrust my hard on between her breasts and ordered, “Fuck me with your nice purple tits Batslut!”

She whimpered as she did, her lower lip quivering from the pain at first, then she openly cried and before I blew my wad all over those still spectacular mounds she was gasping in pain at every thrust. “Look into my eyes while you tit fuck me slut!” I ordered to add some humiliation.

When I exploded sending geysers of cum all over her face and tits I made her rub it in to her still glowing skin like lotion and then lick me clean. In the back ground I could hear Robyn cry as the bands began to tighten around her sweet young sweater stuffers again.

I pulled batgirl over in front of Robyn after the girl Wonder had deflated the rings again after another cum wrenching humping of the dildo that controlled them. “What do you think of your rescuer now batgirl?” I laughed. “I expect you know how she feels!”

Batgirl just looked away in shame.

“Well Batslut, I am going to give you a choice in a moment” I offered as I tapped on the laptop keyboard that controlled the device Robyn was attached to. The constriction bands tightened again, but not all the way. Robyn instinctively began to hump herself again but I stopped her, “It’s a waste of time slut, I shut the dildo off!”

The pressure exerted by the bands made her tits stand straight out and her nipples poked out hard as rocks from her breasts. I removed her cock gag for the moment, I wanted to hear her for the next little plan I had worked out in my head.

“OK, here is the deal Batwhore” I explained, “I gave Robyn slut the chance to become my associate and she betrayed me and tried to save you. Noble indeed, but very stupid. Now she needs to be punished for her treason. Now I could do it myself but she needs to learn what treason feels like don’t you think?”

The caped crusader just looked away, so I slapped her tits with a riding crop, tearing a cry of pain from her lips.”Now pay attention Batslut” I snarled as I lashed her tits again. “When I ask you a question you better answer it. Now do you agree she should be punished for treachery?”

“Please master, she is just a girl, she was just trying to save me” Batgirl begged uselessly. “Please let her go, I am the one you want…”

“No, like nice tits, you two come as a pair!” I laughed. “Now here is your choice Batslut, you can beg me to let you pierce her nipples or you go back on the saw horse”

“NNOOOO!!!” batgirl screamed instantly, “I can’t take it anymore, please no…please?”

“Those are your two options Batwhore” I responded coldly. I held out a piercing gun like they used at tattoo parlors. “Your choice”

“NNNOO BARBARA! Screamed Robyn, “PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NO! I TRIED TO SAVE YOU BATGIRL! PLEASE YOU JUST CANT DO THIS TO ME!”

“Very well” I said as batgirl hesitated, “It’s the horse for you tonight instead of a warm bed and nice meals like Robyn there has been getting!”

“W…what?” batgirl stammered.

“That’s right Batslut, little Cindy here has been living it up while you were here being tortured” I told her. “She ate ate the finest restaurants and slept in nice beds, with me! I loved waking up to her sweet little mouth on my ball sack in the morning. And the whole time you were here being tortured she never once asked where you were… She sold out her family too, her mom is going to meet her first John tonight after Cindy pimped her out, isn’t that right Robyn?’

Batgirl, it’s not like that, I swear” Cindy cried, “He made me do it… I was just trying to gain his trust so I could free you, I swear it, PLEASE, you have to believe me! Please batgirl…don’t do this!”

“Your choice Batslut, another night making love to the rubber cock or put a couple holes in Robyns tits for me” I offered. “You know if you refuse I am going to do it anyway and you will still have to hump the saw horse all night regardless of whether or not she gets pierced.” I pressed the chrome piercing gun into her shaking hand, “You deicide, you have ten seconds, nine, eight…”

Batgirl broke, she couldn’t stand anymore punishment, “Please forgive me Robyn” she sobbed as she clamped the device over the swollen nipple and squeezed the trigger.

“SNAP!” went the machine and Robyn screamed “AAWWWWWWWWW GOD DAMN YOU BARBARA!” When batgirl did the second she screamed again, cursing her friend.

I handed batgirl to gold “D” rings, the straight side of the ring threaded into small bosses on the “U” shaped loop. The head of the screw was made so you could only turn it in, the slot was stripped so taking it back out would be nearly impossible.

“Very nice batgirl!” I laughed as she dropped the piercing gun. I picked it up and handed it to her again, “But Batslut isn’t finished is she?”

“W…what do you mean?’ she asked, her face pale under her mask.

“Put one in her tongue. She is a good cocksucker but this will make her better!” I explained.

It took considerable effort to get Cindy to stick out her tongue to receive her piercing, I had to twist the heck out of her new nipple rings before I could grab her tongue and hold it sill enough, but soon she had a ball stud on top of that talented pink cock licker!

I took the gun from batgirl and looked straight into Robyn’s eyes, “I want the pleasure of these last couple myself. I cranked the cable holding Robyn’s legs spread wide even tighter than before as she stood totally exposed, her pronounced large clit standing proud.

When she realized what was going to happen next she screamed like a banshee, I didn’t think a human could be that loud or shrill until the needle slammed through her clit.

It was like a big animal dying in agaony as it tore an ear splitting scream from her already hoarse throat.. “AAAWWWW GGGAAWWDD DDDAAAMNNN  YYYOOOUUU BBBOTTHHHH!!! She screech at decibels even a jet engine could not reach….

I put another “D” ring in the new hole. “Batgirl, get those weights you wore all night and put them on your friends tits please”

Batgirl obeyed, Robyn was still creaming violently, cursing batgirl as the weights pulled on her now super tender nipples. “DAMN YOU BABARA! I GAVE UP EVERYTHING TO SAVE YOU! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!

“You saw Robyn” sobbed Batgirl, “I had no choice!”

LIAR!” Robyn screamed back at her friend, “he gave you a choice! I heard him!”

“I just couldn’t do that again” batgirl sobbed, “please forgive me Robyn i…”

“GOD DAMN YOU” Robyn screamed again, “GOD DAMN YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME! I SHOULD HAVE LEFT YOU HERE TO ROT YOU WEAK BITCH!”

Robyn turned to me, tears in her eyes, “Please master, forgive your Robyn Slut, I was wrong to betray you for this worthless cunt! Please master forgive me and I will never disobey you again I swear it!”

“Thank me for your new jewelry slut!” I laughed.

“Thank you master for my lovely jewelry!” she sobbed, slurring badly trying to get used to the stud in her tongue.

“How do I know I can trust you ever again Robyn?’ I shook my head in dismay

“I will prove my… this slut’s loyalty master, anything, I swear!” she begged.” let me serve you!”

“NO ROBYN!” Batgirl cried, “BE STRONG WE WILL GET THROUGH THIS!”

“Shut up bitch!” Robyn snapped, “He just made you pierce me and you did nothing whore! He has beaten you; admit it and you will be a lot better off! I have realized resistance is useless and I like what we were doing before I tried to rescue you! He is a REAL man, you just act like you are tough, but let somebody ram a rubber cock in you and you give up instantly! So screw you bitch, its every whore for herself now! I don’t want to end up like those other two stupid cunts the master gave to those bikers! And if you are smart you will give up too!”

She went on, more sobbing than screaming now, “Don’t you see Barbara, we are ruined, all we can do is try and salvage whatever he gives us! All he is going to do is hurt us until we submit…Better a whore than in here…”

“Bat whore, release Robynslut” I ordered curtly.

Soon Robyn was kneeling at my feet begging forgiveness again, it felt good! “if you EVER betray me again, if you ever so much as think about it, I will make your life a worse hell, then sell you to those bikers, you KNOW Randall covets your ass slut!”

“Master, I feel sick” Batgirl, spoke up, I could see she was having dry heaves.

I had almost forgotten, “It’s time for your drugs slut, I almost forgot we were having so much fun!” Clearly her addiction to the narcotic and the ecstasy I had been slowly dosing her with was already kicking in.  “Would you like some nice drugs so you feel better bat whore?”

“So you’re a fucking drug addict too?’ Robyn exclaimed in disgust shaking her head.

“Please…cramps…hurts!” Barbara moaned.

“Kiss Robyn’s boot and ask her to get it for you slut!” I ordered in delight at the turn of events.

“Please Robyn!” batgirl moaned, to far past her pain threshold to care about her dignity anymore, “Please?” she knelt and kissed Robyn’s boot.

I handed Robyn some pills, “Give her these when she gets withdraw symptoms from now on, make her beg every time though!”

I saw a look in Robyn’s eyes I had seen before, but now it seemed real, at least plausible, it was the look of power over another human, absolute power. It changes a person, even one as sweet as Robyn had been previous to her encountering me.

“Kiss my boot again slut!” Robyn demanded, then she turned to me as if to say, “I am sorry master” again.

“Now Batslut, I want you to lie over that little table there” I ordered. Once she had obeyed I attached wrist and ankle cuffs that were hooked to four small ratchets. I cranked them down spreading her wide and tight.

Robyn approached me again, “Master, I was truly ignorant, I am sorry, will you trust me again?’

“Only after you prove your loyalty” I warned her.

“How? She asked.          

“There will be several opportunities to prove yourself to me” I told her. Then I had an evil idea I would use later.

I ran my hands over the tightly stretched form of batgirl as she lay on that small table. Her head and ass hung off either end as she laid there in a daze while the drugs kicked in. I didn’t give her enough to get really stoned, it was just a way to control her now that she was addicted.

I went around to her head and straddled it, “open your mouth slut” I commanded and she moaned but did as she was told. “Lick my nut sack slut” I ordered, and soon she was sucking my balls nicely until I got nice and hard.

I stepped away and pointed to a bag of toys, “get a ring gag and put it Batslut’s mouth I ordered Robyn. She obeyed instantly and soon Barbara’s jaws were spread wide.

I shoved my cock deep into her throat and handed Robyn a riding crop. “Whip her tits slut!”

“W…w…what?’ the stunned sidekick stammered stupidly.

I felt Barbara protest as well, but my fuck stick effectively gagged her. I had made the remotes to the dynamic duos shock collars into a wrist watch like band and I pushed Robyn’s switch. It was her first taste of the collar and I held it down a while as she twitched and spasmed on the floor.

When She recovered a bit a simply pointed and “Swish! SMACK!” SWISH! SMACK!” she began whipping her friend’s tits.

“Harder slut, or I put you back on that cock ride over there!” I warned.

“SWWIISSH!!!SMACK!” SWISH! SMACK!” the crop slapped against Batgirls still swollen tit flesh. “Hit the nipples!” I ordered, this time there was no hesitation and I could feel batgirl’s throat constrict as she tried to scream around my cock.

It wasn’t going to b long before I blew a load down her throat so I pointed at batgirl’s cunt, “Hit her there, and I want to hear it clearly!”

The first blow caught Barbara by surprise; her throat constricted like a snake swallowing it’s pray around my cock. I am sure if the ring gag had not been there she would have bitten it off!

“Her clit bitch” I screamed, “whip her clit!”

That sent batgirl into a frenzy of gasping, choking and gagging that made my balls swell with cum as they exploded sending huge gobs of cum into her throat. I kept spurting for what seemed an hour as Robyn kept lashing her twat with the crop. I saved a couple spurts to coat her face as I finished.

I pointed at the floor in front of me and Robyn knew what I wanted, she licked me clean in minutes, and damn, that tongue stud did feel good.

When she finished I told her to fetch the piercing gun. “May I do her clit?” she begged, appearing a bit to over eager to prove herself to me.

“No, but do her tits, I have something special I want to try on her clit” I ordered.

Man was it erotic seeing little Robyn setting on Batgirl’s torso squeezing her friend’s tit and then “SNAP” sending a needle though it!. Batgirl thrashed futilely under her as the blond then did the other one and inserted a couple “D” rings just like she wore as well.

“Shave her!” I commanded Robyn, handing her a razor and some foam. Damn it was fun watching her remove all of Batgirl’s natural red cunt hair, leaving her as bald as a new born.

The humiliation clearly excited batgirl as her clit stood straight up out of its hood at attention. I ran my finger up and down her slit lightly, just to get her started, it didn’t take long and her clit stood up like a little cock! “Very nice” I said as I gently massaged it, but she really jumped when I put a contracting clamp around the base of it.

“What are you doing?” she tried to lift her head to see down her belly.

“Well, I have devised a tiny little device I think you are going to like after a while!” I informed her. Then I showed her a big needle, “But first we have to install it!” When I ran that needle straight in to her clit,  she screamed long and loud in pure agony. “OOOOOWWWWGGGGGAAAAAAWWDDDDDDDD!”

Then when I forced a thick gold capsule deep into the hole I created she screamed some more. I cleaned away the blood looked closely, “Look closely  Robyn, you can only see the tip of the antenna!”

“Antenna?” she gasped horrified at what she had seen.

Patiently I explained, “This little device is something I have been working on for years, it took me that long to find parts small enough and a power supply that would last a lifetime of being recharged remotely because it is going to embed itself with some sharp spines when I push a switch on the control panel! It would take some major surgery to remove it and I am afraid there would be little left of your clit once they did.” I touched a button on a small remote and the tiny device deployed its sharp spines!

Once again batgirl screamed like a wounded animal this time as she had never felt anything that hurt that bad before, even all the torture she had endured thus far didn’t hurt that bad.

As she screamed I placed two more holes in her cunt lips and threaded in two smaller “d” rings like in her tits.

I released the band around the base of her clit and she screamed again as blood reentered it. “Now here is the good part” I told her. “When I hit this switch it vibrates, feel it?”

“OHH! OHH! OHHHH!” she panted heavily as unbelievable pleasure cursed up her nervous system.

“Now here is the bad part!” I laughed as I hit another switch. It was as if every imp in hell was stabbing her clit with fiery pitchforks from the inside. I let her suffer for about thirty seconds before I shut it off.

When she regained her wits somewhat I explained as I had Robyn release her from the table and help her set up. “Get her a drink” I ordered Cindy and she handed the bottle of water to Barbara who took a swallow then poured it over her still burning cunt!

“Her is the deal Batcunt,” I explained in detail, “Your cunt now controls you, and I control your cunt! The device is deeply embedded; they will have to castrate you to remove it. However any attempt to do so will trigger a small explosion, in your cunt lips, those other two rings to be exact, are controlled by the clit implant.”

I went further explaining more details of the device, “It is satellite feed, it will reach your anywhere on the planet. Also, should you find a place it doesn’t it will activate after a few seconds, first it will send a warning, and then it will kill you. You will have two minutes to move back into a signal or die. And, if someone tries to take this control off my wrist, or uses the wrong commands, or I don’t input a code periodically, “Boom” goes your twat!”

“Any questions Batslut?’ I asked.

“N…no!” she moaned as she realized fully, maybe for the first time there was no escape this time, she belonged to me.

“Very well then, have I demonstrated the control I have over your lives bitches” I asked them both.

“Yes master” they both sobbed in unison.

“OK then, her is your new lives, at least for now” I informed them. “We will all be living in your house Barbara, well it used to be yours,; you will be signing it over to me. You will go to work every day like always, only there will be changes there as well.”

Turning to Robyn I went on, “You will continue to run your string of whores as we discussed.”

“W…whores?’ Barbara asked incredulously, “You are pimping whores?”

“Not just any whores Barbara!” I laughed, “YOU are one of them…” Batgirl just lowered her head in shame…

“Now that you understand your new roles in the world do you have any further questions?” I asked. “Good! Now it goes without saying, any straying from the rules will result in horrific punishment. Tell your fathers and I will ruin all of you.”

I took Batslut’s collar off; I had a better way of controlling her now. I hadn’t told them that the “D” rings in their nipples could act as a back up to the clit insert and contained a microphone so I could record their every word.

“What about me master?’ Robyn asked pointing to her collar.

“I don’t trust you yet slut; I will leave it on you for now!” I told her bluntly. By the way, it has many of the same properties of the clit insert, and more explosive potential, it cqn take your head off, just so you know.”

“I am sorry master” Robyn sniffed.

I laid batgirl back across the cold table and kicked her legs apart. When I activated her clit device her eyes flew open wide as her cunt started juicing almost instantly as the device hummed in her very nerve center. I stood between her legs and placed my cock against her pink opening and slid in easily to that warm tight vice.

“OOHH GGGAAWWD! OOOWWWGGGAAWDDDD! OOOHHHHDDAAAWWDD!” she kept repeating as I stroked in and out of her. She came the first time in just a few strokes, her cunt got even wetter, “OOOWW JJJEESSSUUSSS OOOOHHHH JEESSSUUUSSSS!” she kept screaming. She had never experienced anything like that sensation coursing to her brain from her cunt! She came a half dozen times before I shot my wad into her womb and pulled out.

I pushed Robyn to her knees and cock slapped her, leaving streamers of come on her face and in her hair. I made her clean me, “You will always taste another woman on my cock until you prove trustworthy slut!”

She licked me clean, her face burning with anger or humiliation, it was hard to say.

I went back to Batgirl and pulled her up by her hair as she still panted breathlessly from the orgasms I had raped from her.

She looked at me. Pure hatred in her eyes and asked, “what have you done to me you bastard?’

“I have made a whore out of your Batslut!” I laughed. “Your cunt now rules your brain, you are now what you lath most! You will hate the very thought of having sex, but your cunt will never be satisfied as long as I hold the button down! You will cum for men you despise, your mind hating your body for betraying it like a common whore. You will never like having sex, you know you are being raped every time it happens, but your cunt will respond like a wanton slut and you will never be able to control it. Thoughts of it will creep into every waking moment, and you know you will fuck at my command, or even Robyn’s!”

I stepped back dragging batgirl next to Robyn and held them by their hair, one in each hand and shouted to the world, “I OWN BATGIRL AND ROBYN!” over and over again

Epilogue, one month later

I sat in my big leather chair at the Gotham Library. I pushed an intercom button and buzzed Julie, the mousey little Assistant Librarian, “hey Julie, can you come in her for a moment, I need your opinion please”

The smallish plain little Librarian knocked before she entered, then turned to flee, “Oh. I am sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to interrupt!”

“NO JULIE STAY!” something in my voice froze her and she turned back around to stare at what had caused her to want to flee.

Her boss, Barbara Gordon, was leaning across her desk, her and tits down. Her short skirt was hiked over her sweet ass and her legs spread giving Julie a clear view of her ass and cunt.

“Please Julie come in” I got up and led her over to the desk next to Barbara. “Please I need your opinion”

“B…but…”Julie stammered.

“Oh, Barbara” I acted like I had forgotten she was there bent over like a cheap whore. “Actually, that’s why I called you in here Julie”

I went on to explain, puzzlement clear on Julie’s face, deep scarlet humiliation on Barbara’s. “Do you remember our little chat a while back Julie about what a bitch babs here has been?”

Julie stammered, “N…no”

“It’s OK Julie Barbara now knows how wrong she was, she knows she was a bitch” I told her, “now she wants to apologize, don’t you slut?”

“Julie, I am sorry for how I acted” Barbara said, almost convincingly, “I am truly sorry, and I want to make it up to you! I am giving you a raise and a promotion to Senior Assistant Librarian”

“T…hank you Ms. Gordon” Julie stammered still in shock at what had happened.

“Julie, Barbara thinks she was really nasty towards you and I think she needs to be punished don’t you?’ I asked

“Oh, I don’t know,” Julie exclaimed, happy with the raise and promotion. “I can forgive her…”

“Well she can’t forgive herself Julie, so I need you to do her a favor please” I asked nicely.

“Sure MR Drew, what can I do?” Julie enquired politely.

Her face turned pale as I handed her my belt, “I think ten strokes should ease your conscience don’t you Barbara?’

“Yes master, that sounds about right” Barb sobbed, “Please Julie… ten lashes….please?”

I saw an evil glint in Julie’s eye as she swung the belt, “Well, since you insist!”

“Don’t forget to thank Julie for being kind enough to whip the bitch out of you, count the strokes for her” I added

“Swwiiissssh CRAAAACK!” went the belt, “ONE! Thank you Julie!”

“Swwiiissssh CRAAAACK!” went the belt, “Two! Thank you Julie!”

As Julie whipped her I turned on her clit device, she was shuddering in orgasm before the fifth stroke, coating her thighs as she did.

“Do you see what a filthy slut our prim and proper MS Gordon really is?’ I asked

“That is disgusting!” Julie laughed, “What a whore!”

When she finished Julie handed me back the whip and headed out the door, “I enjoyed that Sir, thank you!”

“Julie, the slut made a mess, maybe you better send in the janitor!” I added as she left.

“Certainly Mr. Drew!” Julie laughed, “I certainly will”

The big black janitor wasn’t really retarded, he was just a little bit slow, it took some coaxing to convince him to let Babs suck his giant black cock until it got hard, then fuck her over her desk while she moaned and bucked under him.

“Hurry up and clean him off!” I ordered, you have a date tonight, some VIP’s have paid well for your services!

Frank got hard again as Barbara licked him clean as was very disappointed he wasn’t getting seconds, but he shuffled off still erect. I heard later one very horny, nearly promoted Senior Assistant Librarian took care of the problem!

I got Barbara cleaned up and in her Batslut costume just in time to meet Cindy in her Robyn uniform being driven by Rosie wearing a Catwoman suit. The little blond was petulant as we got into here mother’s escalade car, “I thought you were going to let mom be Robyn when somebody wanted the dynamic duo!” she pouted. I want to stay home and fuck your brains out master!”

She was still trying a little too hard to convince me of her loyalty.

“Not tonight, these are high rollers and they want authentic looking Batgirl and Robyn whores to play with” I told her. “There are some very specific request and rules for this one!”

I took them to a remote farm house that Randall’s bunch used to make movies, none of the women or johns knew this was going to be filmed. There was a shop building out back that was suitable for our purposes and it had been rigged as a sort of dudgeon.

I led the women in and explained their roles, “You two have been captured by Catwoman here” I pointed to two stands, “Kneel in front of those and reach behind you and grab the heels of your boots. I tied them in front of their stands, tying a rope around their throats so their heads were immobilized, then bat cuffed their wrist to their ankles. The frames held them rigidly erect and I pulled their elbows tightly together behind tem so their racks jutted out nicely.

“These johns are not to unmask you under any circumstances” I warned. “They may recognize you, which will be bad for all involved.”

I blindfolded them per the John’s request and left them with one other warning, “They paid well and you are theirs to use, they may whip you but they are not to cause permanent damage. Catwoman is here to make sure they follow the rules; she is armed for your safety. Enjoy your date’s ladies; I am sure they will enjoy you!”

I took “Catwoman” outside and gave her some extra instructions. “These are big money clients Rosie; I want this to go well. If it goes right there is an extra five grand in it for you, no split with Cindy. After the Johns face fuck them I want you to drug them with this, it is will cause them to be extremely weak although they will be fully cognizant the whole time. I handed her two small vials containing an aerosol, “Just spray this under the stupid cunts noses and give it about ten seconds, then they will be helpless. Got it? Call if there is a hint of a problem!”

“Si Sir, I will make sure the bitches behave” she laughed, “But I do not want extra money Mr. Drew.”

“OK Rosie, what do you want?” I asked

“To belong to a muy machismo man like you” she whispered, looking down embarrassed, then she looked up and added, “But first I want Chief O’Hara! I want to fuck him right in front of that bitch Heather, for her to know I took her man because I am a better woman that that fat titted whore!”

“I will see what I can do Rosie” I offered.

“You give me that I am yours forever Sir” she declared sincerely, then asked  ”May I use my whip like Catwoman?”

“If the clients request it” I answered, knowing she would make sure they thought of it!

The dynamic duo waited blindfolded for maybe a half hour before they heard “Catwoman” leading the two men in. The two heroines couldn’t see of course, but one john was dressed like the joker, the other the Riddler. “Right this way, they are puurrrffectly secured for your pleasure gentlemen!” Rosie announced, playing the role to the hilt!

One of the John’s broke character for a moment, “DAAMMNN they are perfect, they almost look like the real thing!”

“Well Gentlemen, how would you like to fuck them first?’ Catwoman purred sweetly. “I had their tongues pierced for your pleasure.”

The two johns were past middle age and the heavier one was fumbling with his fly when Rosie reached over and helped him unzip it fondling him as she did.”Very nice Joker” she purred as she did. “Forgive me gentlemen, I almost forgot, we have Viagra to extend your stay and increase your pleasure. Both men downed a handful and Rosie knew the heroines were in for a looonnggg night, a thought that gave her great pleasure.

“Well Joker, which do you prefer?” the man wearing a Riddler mask asked his companion.

“I have a fat titted blond at home” came the answer and he stood in front of Batgirl, let me try the redhead!” It wasn’t long before the man dressed as the Joker had his balls slapping Batgirl’s chin. “This one needs practice at sucking a cock” he pronounced

The other man stood in front of Robyn and teen smelled the musk rising from his crotch as he cock slapped her, he smelled like an old man “Open your throat whore and use your tongue Robyn! Some heroine you are slut, caught and face raped so easily! Catwoman is right, your mouth is talented!” The John’s cock made obscene sounds as it slid in and out of her mouth, “Sllurp, sllluurrrp, shluuummpp!”

It didn’t take long for the talented mouth of Robyn to draw a full load of ball gravey from her john, “GOD DAMN SHE IS GOOD!” the man moaned as he coated her throat and pulled out enough to send a spurt or two onto her face and chest.

The other man shouted, “here let me try that one, this one sucks at sucking!” They switched women as the Joker masked man frantically entered Robyn’s talented mouth. “Jesus, you are right! Batgirl you need to take lessons from this little whore! She is getting a extra tip!”

Oddly, Barbara’s pride was stung by the pronouncement Robyn gave better oral sex, “Little slut has had plenty of practice” she thought cattishly.

“Well at least clean me off” the Riddler demanded as he rubbed his slimy cock on Batgirl’s face.

“I want to see your eyes lassie!” the Joker shouted as he slid in and out of Robyn’s throat. He pulled away the blindfold and ordered, “Look at me whore while you suck my cock!”

His voice sounded familiar somehow to Robyn, but when she saw him she tried to scream around the fat fuck pole in her throat….”OOOOOHHHH GGGAAAAA NNNOOOO!!!” she screamed.

The man fucking her mouth laughed, her screaming just made her throat tighter as he face fucked her. He had no idea the girl was screaming because she recognized her own father! It was Police Chief O’Hara himself using her mouth as a cum dumpster! She felt his cock begin to throb deep in her throat and she knew what was coming next, what seemed like gallons of foul tasting sperm shot down her throat as she was face fucked by her own father!

The horror of what she was doing sent Robyn into a panic; she was trying to protest, to get him out of her mouth. The Chief thought it was all part of the act, Robyn was protesting being raped by the “Joker”.

“Damn, if that fucking dumb cunt of a wife of mine could suck a cock like this I might stay home more!” O’Hara/Joker laughed as he spurted unwittingly into his own daughter’s mouth and face.

“NOOOOWWW!” she cried in disgust, choking on the cum she should have been swallowing instead of trying to scream.

Rosie/Catwoman saw Robyn about to give away the whole game so she grabbed a big rubber cock gag and inserted it into the ring gag already in place. It was made as a set so it snapped securely into place.

“That one is much lively that this sorry slut!” the man dressed as the Riddler observed as batgirl finished licking him clean, still blindfolded and having no idea what was setting Robyn off next to her, she could hear muffled cries and thrashing, but she was helpless herself and could not render any aid even if she had wanted to

When batgirl had her John cleaned Rosie quickly rammed a cock gag into her mouth as well, “There Batslut, practice on the rubber cock so you won’t be such a disappointment next time!” She gave batgirl an open handed slap for emphasis. . “Maybe she could do better is she could see!” She pulled the blindfold off Batgirl as well.

Barbara recoiled in horror just as Robyn had when her eyes cleared and she saw what was happening to them. She looked over at her comrade, tears pouring down her cheeks at the realization of what they had been forced to become.

“Catwoman” offered the clients a cold drink and a chair and then made the suggestion, “You have sampled the merchandise, did you find it satisfactory and arranged as you requested?”

The men stumbled over themselves complementing their “hostess” in the skin tight black leather cat suit. “It’s perfect!” they both declared, “Surprisingly authentic right down to the last detail!”

“Well, we are glad you are pleased gentlemen!” she purred, “What would you like next? Might I suggest we remove some of their costumes for a better look?”

“Capital suggestion!” the Joker laughed as he sipped his drink, “Please start with Robyn for us Catwoman!”

“CUURRRRTAINLY!” Rosie purred again as she went around behind Robyn and then reached around her front to begin slowly unfastening the girl wonder’s top. Rosie whispered in Robyn’s ear so only she could hear, “Did sucking daddy making you wet yet slut? How did it feel sucking your father’s cock? It’s a nice big fat cock, I know, I have rode it in your parents bed several times, he is muy machismo, he will make you cum like the whore you are!”

“NNNNOOOOOPPPHH!” Robyn screamed into her cock gag, trying to express how disgusting this was to her.

“Catwoman” keep whispering into Robyn’s ears as her gloved hand glided over the blond’s breasts, “I see you nipples are getting hard slut thinking about daddy fucking you, how about your cunt, is it wet yet? I know you slut, you can’t help it! The thought of his cock splitting your pink lips is driving you crazy! The humiliation of cumming for your father is a turn on for you isn’t it whore?”

MMMMNNNNOOOOO!”  Robyn tried to deny her body’s betrayal.

When her red top was loose her big tits bounced out and jiggled invitingly. Rosie still reaching around the tied up heroine hefted them like she was weighing a melon. Golden “D” rings pushed forward on erect nipples.

Catwoman produced two tiny bells and clipped them on the humiliated Robyn’s nipple rings. “Would the gentlemen like to see the whores dance?”

“Won’t they try to escape?’ the Riddler asked.

“No, they are wearing restraining devices, Robyn’s is in her collar” to demonstrate Catwoman handed the joker a small remote, “Press the red button…”

When he did Robyn began to jerk and spasm uncontrollably. “You see gentlemen; they are helpless in our clutches! They will do as you command!”

“Damn, that looked real!” the Joker laughed.

“I assure you it is!” Rosie declared firmly, “You may punish them with it if you see fit!” She handed another remote to the Riddler. “Try yours”

“Batgirl isn’t wearing a collar” he stated flatly

“Her device is embedded in her flesh, try it” Rosie encouraged.

Instantly Batgirl was also jerking helplessly, her clit on fire. “Would you like Batgirl to strip for you?’

“Oh yes!” both men laughed                .

Rosie undid the captives and commanded as they tried to get circulation back in their limbs, “Remove your costumes, but leave on your boots, thongs, belts and gloves sluts. Then kneel before those men and kiss their feet!”

The two men sipped their drinks and watched the two heroines peel their costumes and then kneel in front of them.  Robyn elbowed Batgirl out to kneel in front of the other man she now recognized as none other than her “Uncle” Commissioner Gordon! Despair tore at her heart as she realized the sick scenario I had put her in. No matter what she did, she was going to end up being fucked by her father, or the family’s oldest friend, the Commissioner.

“May I show you gentlemen some tricks Batgirl has learned?’ my fake Catwoman asked, “Batgirl especially likes to play fetch, don’t you slut?’

Barbara of course hated that humiliating game, and Rosie knew it, “Bring me your toy Batslut! Crawl to me, and wiggle you fat ass for the gentlemen!”

Left with no choice Batgirl dropped to all fours and wiggled her ass to the Latina masquerading as Catwoman. Rosie reached down and pulled the batarang from her utility belt. She leaned over the heroine and whispered in her ear as she unfastened the harness holding the gag. As she did she whispered to Batgirl, “Don’t do anything stupid like tell your daddy who he is fucking, it is too late for that! It will ruin him and send you and Robyn to jail! Trooper through this and life goes on, fuck it up and it gets a lot, lot worse… Just think of him as another cock to service and you will survive this, the master told me this was a test to see if you would honor your vow to obey him.”

“Catwoman” stepped away and handed Commissioner Gordon the yellow batarang, “Commissioner, please do the honors!”

The old man looked stupid standing there with a huge erection and throwing the btrang as far as he could. He looked puzzled as btgirl sat there on her haunches.

“Tell Batbitch to fetch!” Catwoman laughed

“Fetch Batbitch!” the Police official shouted.

Barbara crawled after the toy and picked it up with her mouth.

“You have to call her” Rosie advised.

“Here Batbitch, here Batbitch Gordon laughed as batgirl returned the batarang holding it in her mouth. He took it from her and she set up like a begging dog eager to continue the game, just as I had trained her. Her pride and self esteem were shattered just as I had planned as her own father threw the weapon for her to fetch again.

Commissioner Gordon’s cock got even harder as he watched her gorgeous ass closely as she fetched the batarang again.

Catwoman Rosie pointed to a spot between the two standing men and Robyn crwled over and sat up.”Stroke their cocks slut!”

Robyn took the older men’s cock in her hands after spitting on them like I had trained her and began stroking them gently

“Faith and Begora!” declared the fake Joker, bringing another tear to Robyn’s eye as she heard her father’s favorite exclamation. “Look at the ass on that whore!”

“I know Chief, I mean Joker!” Gordon answered, “All those years we played it straight, never, ever, taking a dime, earning a pittance for our honesty THIS was available to us!”

“Why were we so stupid” The Joker answered wistfully. “Well now we have money and all the cunt we could want… All for looking the other way”

“At least you have had a hot wife to fuck all these years!” the “Riddler” laughed

“That frigid fat titted cow?” the Joker laughed, “I only married because I knocked her up with that stupid little cunt daughter I can’t get rid of. Well that’s about to end, I can afford to dump the cunt now! She looks good, but her idea of good sex is a chick flick followed by a quickie fuck in the missionary position! I am going to fuck her over good before I kick her ass to the curb! I fuck that Mexican slut for a while!”

Robyn’s heart sank as she realized her happy home was gone, that her father wasn’t the man she had always admired, and now she herself was reduced to a masked whore stroking his cock and hearing him talk about her like she wasn’t even a human. After tonight what did it matter what she did, he life was over, she might as well make the best of it! She would devout herself to pleasing me in hopes of escaping worse nights than tonight. She hoped I would honor the deal we had before if she did, it was the only hope she had left.

My little fake Catwoman’s heart soared, she had a chance to be MRS. O’Hara at least for a while, and if she kept the Chief happy who knew where it might go from there!

After Batslut had made about ten trips after the thrown Batarang both men were ready to fuck something. The man disguised as the Joker pulled Robyn up by the hair and dragged her to a chair where he sat down, his cock jutting up from under is ample gut. He held his hand next to the chair palm up, “Come put your cunt on my hand!”

She hesitated for just a moment then came forward and straddled his hand. “Hump yourself Robyn, and play with those big tits as you do!” he ordered the much younger girl.

Robyn’s natural tendency to lube easy gave him another way to humiliate her, “Damn slut, you are wet already, you must be enjoying yourself!”

When he pushed aside her dark green thong and slipped his finger into her fuck channel he felt her shudder and when he stroked her pierced clit with his thumb she moaned audibly and bit her lower lip. He felt her humping herself with purpose now, she had given in, she was being forced to do sick things, the only thing she could do was try to derive some pleasure from it!

Her nipples hardened as the man manipulating her cunt , her moaning was getting louder as the perversity of her situation was starting to affect her. Soon it didn’t matter that it was her father’s hand rubbing her pussy, she wanted to cum. What did it matter who made cum? It could just as easily be the Quarterback in school, or the boy down the street, her cunt was on fire! She was caged, trapped with no exit, now her only pleasure could be derived from her cunt.

He laughed as he looked up and saw her sparkling blue eyes were tightly shut as she humped herself for his amusement.

“Very good you little whore, now get around her and let’s see if your cunt is as good as your mouth!” he mocked as he tilted his recliner back, “You may ride my cock, mount it facing me!”

She was soon straddling her unwitting father and lowering her throbbing cunt onto his already twitching cock. She began fucking herself and he pulled one of her hands away from her tits and placed it on her own clit, “Finger yourself whore, it pleases me!”

Across the room Batgirl had not given in as Robyn had, she was stronger willed and fought the inevitable tooth and nail.

The man, her own father, dressed as the Riddler held her batarang in his hand after having made her crawl to fetch it a dozen times, “Do you want this? Speak girl, speak! Sit up and beg like a bitch! Speak!”

When she was slow to obey the “Riddler” it his remote, instantly her clit exploded in pain from her implant. He was new to using the torture device and just hammered the button, causing her excruciating pain.

“P…pl….please” she begged as she reflexively clutched her crotch, “St..ssstttoopppp! HUURRTTSSSSS !!!!”

“Will you obey?” the man in the Riddler disguise asked cruely.

“Y….yyyeeesssss!” she wailed pitifully, “YYEEESSSSSSS! WHAT EVER YOU WANT!”

He released the switch and she stopped shuddering, but her sobs of pain could be clearly heard. “You should be like Robyn over there and accept your life as a whore! Now bark for me slut! Sit up and beg like a good little bitch!”

Batgirl got to her knees and steeled herself, “I have to survive to escape this someday” she reasoned with herself. “If I blow this Lance will destroy everything I ever worked for”

“Woof!” she barked, sitting on her haunches like a dog, her face deep scarlet with shame, “Woof! Woof!”

“Very good Batbitch!” the “Riddler” laughed. “Now roll over for me!”

Batgirl hated being made to do tricks like a dog, but it beat sucking his wrinkled old man cock she thought to herself as she gyrated at his command.

“Now remove your thong and bring it to me” he ordered.

One more humiliation she endured as she peeled the tiny garment feeling a great sense of being naked, of having something of value stripped away. It really didn’t matter, she was nearly naked with it on, an she had already performed such degrading acts that this seemed like a small thing, but it stung as hard as a slap as she handed him his trophy’

“Bend over the back of that chair!” he ordered. Turning to the faux Catwoman he asked, “Do you have a suitable crop available?” He chuckled again when he heard batgirl whimper.

Soon Batgirl’s ass glowed red as she counted the fiftieth stroke to her ass while Robyn screamed an orgasm in the back ground. Before he finally put her face down and ass up on the floor her tits matched the red in her ass. He had taken special care to land several blows on each nipple and they were rubbed raw as they were shoved against the floor while he fucked her from behind….

One week later Chief O’Hara entered his house and announced, “Heather, I am home!” He had just got back from another “Business trip” and he had stopped at his lawyer’s office on the way home to pick up the divorce papers he was going to lay on Heather today. He planned on kicking her to the curb, Rosie the maid was going to take her place as his fuck toy at home, a role heather had never been able to fill, she was too much the proud socialite. All these years he had needed to go outside his marriage for the kinky sex he required. Well now Cindy was grown and in college, it was time to dump the old ball and chain. He was ready to retire from public life, so a little scandal wasn’t going to hurt him after next year, if anyone actually cared anymore about a Police Chief. Commissioner Gordon was in the same boat, and they had both just made a deal with the real criminal alliance of Joker, Riddler, Cat woman and others. Their retirement parachute would be golden indeed, and he did not intend to share it with his soon to be ex wife. He had been fucking the maid for a while now; she could be kept around if he needed a fuck at home now and again.

“Please come upstairs” he heard his maid answer, so he headed towards his bedroom. He stopped in his bedroom door, stunned at what he saw! His gorgeous blond wife, who he had never really loved and only married because he had knocked her up but had always, liked the way she looked, tied between the tall bedpost at the footboard of their bed!

The blond was on her knees which were spread wide and lashed to the post, her arms stretched wide and tied off as well. She was wrapped in black latex that was cut away so her big firm tits thrust out and her shaved cunt was bare.

“WHAT THE HELL?” he exclaimed as he stood transfixed by the sight.

Rosie the maid stepped out from behind the spread blond, Senor O’Hara, this bitch wants to beg you not to divorce her! She knows you have contacted the lawyers!”

“How?” he puzzled out loud, “How did she know, and what the hell is going on here? Why is she tied up like this?’

“She will do whatever I tell won’t you slut? Tell him whore!” Rosie slapped Heather on her tit, “Beg him!”

“Please James, you can’t do this! I have given you the best years of my life!” Heather wailed, “You can’t just throw me away! Please James, I know I have been a lousy bitchy wife, but please, not this! I will do whatever you want, but you can’t divorce me….please!”

Rosie knew I didn’t want Heather evicted, she didn’t dare go against my wishes. “Mr. O’Hara, maybe you should keep her for appearances, at least until you retire! I will be here with you, she can be MY maid! Make her beg you to fuck me! Make her beg to have another woman fuck her man!”

“You heard her bitch” Chief O’Hara laughed, “You work for Rosie now! Beg me to fuck another woman, tell us how pathetic you are as a wife!”

“P…please fuck Rosie since I can’t please you” wailed Heather. The big titted blond vowed revenge on her husband and maid as they humped like monkeys in her bed right in front of her eyes.

Back at Barbara Gordon’s house I had moved my stuff from my parents house and in to Barbara’s master bedroom. Then to add to her humiliation I moved her sidekick Robyn in my room.

Batgirl hated it when I made her cum, Robyn accepted it and grew to like the physical contact. Barbara hated it, and she hated every minute of it. I let a lot of people use her, and the cash from the new “BATGRYL and ROBYN” videos was now rolling in. I had given them costumes that were just a bit off their originals and sometimes used Heather as Robyn, I didn’t want anyone to really believe they were watching the real dynamic duo, although I did have a private library of them in their real costumes. My favorite was Batgirl being fucked by a bull mastiff. I really enjoyed playing that one as I played fetch with her around the house.

Robyn had lost all respect for her friend, often joining me in humiliating her. Even when I had them go on patrol, I didn’t want anyone to know they were my slaves; it was obvious Robyn was now in charge.

Then one night Barbara got a call from a number I didn’t recognize on her confidential Batgirl line, the one I had only seen her use with Robyn. “Who is that bitch?” I asked.

“Diana Prince master” she answered reluctantly as it went to the answering machine

“And who the fuck is she?” I asked further, picking up the phone.

“Just a friend I had not called in a while, probably just worried about me” Barbara only half lied. I punched in her voice mail pass word, “Bats, its Wonder Woman, I haven’t gotten a reply on your email lately, what’s up? The League is worried about you”

Well, there is another story for another day….