Batgirl and Robyn Versus Techno

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.

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Prologue

Batgirl tried to duck as the Villain known as Techno pointed a strange looking weapon at her and pulled the trigger. An odd greenish ray enveloped her. She had been tracking Techno for weeks after an odd series of robberies where no one saw anything; expensive items were disappearing nearly every single night from under the tightest security.

Batgirl had staked out the Gotham art museum, the last major place in Gotham that had not been hit yet. She was stunned to see priceless art literally disappear right before her eyes! She scanned the room but could see no one, but she had an odd sense someone else was there.

She had just kind of caught a glimpse of some motion out of the corner of her eye and then lunged toward it when the beam struck her just as she reached the dimly perceived cloaked figure. Both went tumbling, Batgirl felt a searing blast of pain as if every cell in her body was being torn apart, followed by an odd period of nothingness, then another searing blast of pure agony then she slammed onto her back. It felt like she had fallen three stories as the impact drove the air from her lungs and she blacked out completely.

The cloaked figure in the museum swore, “DAMN! Stupid bitch nearly killed us both!” He then pointed his weapon at the art works and they disappeared one by one. Conspicuously absent was the body of Batgirl.

Chapter One

A harsh glaring light that even penetrated her tightly shut eye lids finaly forced Batgirl back to reluctant consciousness. Her head throbbed in angry pulses, not to be outdone by the rest of her body.

As her eyes adjusted she realized the light was the sun and she was laying on hr back, half buried in sand like she had fallen from a great distance. She felt like she had been hit by a Mack Truck, a fully loaded one at that!

She managed to sit up as she looked around still dazed from the blast. “Where am I and how did I get here?” she pondered as her head continued to pound. Had her assailant dumped her here? It seemed like the only possible answer, but where IS here she thought.

She checked herself carefully, she had no idea how long she may have been in the cloaked figures hands. She was still fully clad in her black skin tight uniform and her mask showed no sign of tampering. All her toys were in her utility belt, but none of the electronics seemed to be working, her satellite phone, which ALWAYS has signal had no signal.

“Well Girl, looks like you are in for one hell of a hike!” she muttered, completely unsure of which direction to take. She noticed there were no tracks around her, adding to the mystery of how someone dumped her in what appears to be a desert without leaving any tracks.

She decided to head west, or at least she thought it was west, putting what she thought was the morning sun to her back figuring it was as good a choice as any. She had scanned the sky looking for contrails from planes that might point to civilization, but it was just a none ending expanse of clear blue, clearer than she had ever seen it in fact.

What she soon figured out was that a black form fitting uniform and high heeled boots were not good choices for desert conditions. Nor was the small quantity of food she had stashed, and even worse, she had no water. She had water purification tablets in her belt, but no actual water.

She made it to the shady side of a sand dune where she peeled of her Bat costume and carefully rolled it up into a very tough bag with a lock from her belt specifically designed for that purpose. You never knew when you might need to change clothes and you always wanted to keep your super heroine costume secure!  Its amazing fabric allowed it to be rolled up quit small, barely bigger than a pack of cigarettes. It went into one compartment of her belt. The bat cowl another, and the cape into a third after she removed a survival blanket from it.

That left her standing in her boots and sports bra, and a pair of what now seemed wholly inappropriate tiny black panties. “Well who could know some ass hole was going to dump me in the dessert!” she chuckled at her misfortune.

She used the blanket as a cloak; it was shiny and would surely help attract any passerby that might be able to help her. She decided to set back out eschewing waiting until dark, reasoning she might get lost or stumble over something in the dark.

It was hard to gauge how far she made it that day, it seemed like a thousand miles to her as she kept soldiering on in the blazing heat. The reflective blanket helped, made even more effective after she fashioned a hat from it as well, but the lack of water was becoming a major issue.

She tried everything she could think of to take her mind off her thirst to no avail as she began to stagger as she walked. She found a cactus and managed to drain some water from it, but not nearly enough to replace what she was losing in the harsh sun.

She found a rocky outcrop near a dry stream bed and decided to make camp for the night. She made a lean to out of her blanket, a choice she would regret later, and searched about for food or water. There was no water to be found except a couple smaller cacti. She also snared a large rattlesnake which she roasted over a fire as the sun set. She carefully hid her bundle in a small burrow at the base of the cliff including her utility belt in case a rescuer stumbled on her at night, she did not want them to discover she was Batgirl.

As the sun dropped suddenly over the horizon the temperature plummeted and she had to take down her thermal blanket and wrap up tightly in it as she sat by the fire planning her next day’s travel. She could hear various type of wildlife as they eked out their existence in the desert at night. She tried to remain vigilant as she feared another snake may seek a warm place and try to crawl into her blanket with her, but just about dawn she collapsed into deep slumber.

Just as the men watching her figured she would. When she could no longer remain awake her chin dropped to her ample breasts and they made their move. They had been following her all day, or most of it, they had not seen her in her Batgirl suit.

They moved like true children of nature, absolutely silent, moving quickly but noiselessly as the encircled her. They had hunted as a pack all their lives; no signal was needed as they closed in on their intended quarry.

Back in Gotham the cloaked figure parked a van in an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the docks along the river. The vehicle contained tonight’s haul which would soon be on a boat headed overseas. Techno had no use for art, he stole it then sold it to further his experiments with technology.

Several hired thugs met him and began transferring the stolen art. A very attractive young blond woman in a tight red latex suit and impossibly high heels greeted him with a hug. “How did it go honey?’ she asked in a child like voice. She wasn’t particularly smart, but she was unshakably loyal and in spite of appearances she was a hand to hand combat expert, the match of any man in the building.

“Batgirl showed up and somehow she saw me” he answered.

“What happened?” she asked,.

“She attacked me and I shot her with the time disruptor beam” he answered, reliving the moment in his mind.

“It works on people?’ the vacuous blond asked.

“Well, I don’t know” Techno replied, “But she, her body… she disappeared, I have no idea where she is, or more correctly WHEN she is or if she survived it. Do you have any idea of how important this is?”

He could see in her eyes she had no clue…

The villain muttered to himself, “This hand unit could not have anywhere near enough power… how? She just disappeared… must think…”

Soon he was back in his huge completely furnished lab taking the hand unit apart, the blond kneeling between his legs licking his balls. “If this is true… the power…it boggles the mind” he muttered over and over again.

Chapter Two

When a rough hand closed around her face Batgirl reacted like the trained warrior she was, but it was too late and she was too weakened by her march though the desert to react fast enough. Plenty of times over her years of crime fighting she had beaten three good men in hand to hand combat, but these men were different. Small and wiry, hardened to the harsh climate they lived in they were on her too quickly.

One dropped a thin strand over her head and throat while the others grabbed her wrists and looped restraints over them and drew them together behind her. Whatever they used was thin but incredible strong and this all happened in a flash. They had pulled her over backwards as they tried to restrain her but she kiped herself up to her feet from flat on her back to the amazement of her assailants.

She knew she had to take the initiative so she began using her long legs to fend them off; she caught one square on the side of the head with a roundhouse kick, knocking him out cold. The other two circled her in the grey pre dawn looking for a way past her long perfect legs. She was taller than her attackers at nearly six feet tall, and they had never seen anything like her fighting style.

She held them at bay for several long moments as the two remaining attackers looked for an opening. They both rushed her at the same time, even in the dim light she managed to parry their attacks until suddenly her head exploded into brilliant light then went totally black as a resounding “TTTHHHWWWAACCKKK!” echoed off the cliff behind her

The man she had knocked out had rejoined the fight and distracted by the attack in front of her she forgot to guard her rear. The third man stood over her with a big improvised club in his hand.

Her cursed the woman in a language she would not have recognized, but its meaning was clear, “Fuck you bitch!”

Slowly Barbara regained her wits, much to her regret and pain. Her head felt like a grenade had gone off in it, she was sure she had suffered a pretty serious concussion, but as bad as that was it wasn’t the worst of her situation.

As her vision and her mind clears she realizes she is in deep, deep shit. Her ankles were spread wide apart and bound to stakes driven into the ground. She is on her knees and her face is pressed against the ground. Her wrist are pulled back and tied to her ankles, leaving her ass high in the air.

She could only see in front of her and her attackers occasionally moved past and into her vision. She tried to hide the fact she was awake and observed her captors as closely as she could now that the sun was up.

The three swarthy short wiry men appeared to be Native American, they all wore white breech cloths and deer skin leggings and moccasins. They appeared to be setting up camp as they spoke amongst themselves in a guttural language she couldn’t understand.

They had stripped her before tying her up and the sun was already beginning to tint her flesh red. One of the rough men walked by and she could bear it no longer, “Water, please, give me some water.”

The dusky man ignored her as he went about his tasks; she asked the others as they passed her going to and fro in the preparations. She had no idea what they were preparations for, but it was clear they men had a purpose for what they were doing,.

Finally, about mid morning them men stopped and sat near the sweltering heroine and ate a sparse meal of jerky and some dried peppers. When they produced an animal skin bag of water Bargirl moaned again, “P…please…water…please!”

The men ignored her as they drank, then one walked over to her and pulled her face off the ground by her hair. She could clearly see his stereotypical southwest Native American features, “Please, may I have some water? Batgirl asked again.

He held the mouth of the water bag to her mouth and poured her a few scant mouthfuls of warm water that she sucked down greedily. She was trying to suck more from the bag as he jerked it away and slammed her face back into the dust.

“Who are you and what do you want? She demanded as he walked behind her.

“SSSSLLLAAPPPPPP!” she felt a stinging blow to her ass

“SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!” he abused her upturned ass!

She tried not to cry out as he so humiliatingly spanked her spectacular ass hoisted so helplessly into the air, but the blows had a cumulative pain effect caused her to yelp after several blows. “Finally she began to beg, “Please stop this! Who are you people, what do you want? Please let me go…I haven’t done anything to you! Please…”

The man whacking her glowing red ass didn’t answer verbally. He stopped whipping her ass and reached down to cup her cunt, squeezing it tightly.

“OH GAWD PLEASE DON’T!” she wailed as he crushed down hard. “OH GAWD PLEASE!” She had never felt so exposed in her life, so very helpless.

He continued to crush her cunt for several moments as she cried out in pain. She was relieved for an instant when he stopped, and then she felt was certainly a man’s cock poised to enter her sore cunt!” “No please don’t! This is rape, please we can forget everything up until now, but this is RRRAAAPPPEE!”

Her voice hit a new pitch as he rammed his cock into her tight dry cunt brutally. “OH GAWD PLEASE STOP!!! PLEASE STOP!” she wailed over and over as he forced her pink lips apart with his fuck pole. When he managed to shove it in it’s full length he drew it back out and rammed it home again, and again and again.

“PPLEEEAASEEE SSSTTTTOOPPP!” she wailed as he dry fucked her brutally. The other two men stood nearby as she was raped mercilessly. She could hear them laughing behind her as he fucked in and out of her dry pussy. She knew they were laughing at he adding humiliation.

When the first man finally came it was in torrents, the salty ball gravy scalded her fuck channel walls as he continued to pump in and out of her until he went limp. He pulled out with a humiliating “plop” while laughing. As he walked around to her head he pulled her face up by he hair and growled something she could not understand.

“Please, I don’t understand” she moaned. When he shoved his flaccid cock in her face she finally grasped what he wanted, he expected him to lick his stinking cock clean!

When she hesitated one of the other men lashed her ass with a quirt they use on horses, pain raced to her brain from her already sore ass as he whipped her several times in quick succession.

When he offered his cock again she began licking even as the second man mounted her from behind. The first man’s cum had lubricated her somewhat, but it still hurt every time the man thrust deep into her cunt.

This was no gentle love making session, her rapist genuinely didn’t care if he hurt her, and in fact he reveled in it! He laughed and said something she couldn’t grasp but knew it could not be good.

The third man produced what looked like two small nooses and reached under the sobbing heroine and slipped them over her breasts all the way up to the base of each spectacular tit. Then he pulled them tight and handed them to the man riding her from behind! It looked like he had two reins running to her tits as he fucked her. He used the lines as leverage helping him thrust even deeper into her aching cunt. The nooses around her tits were drawn down to small diameter and cutting off the circulation I them, they swelled and turned an angry purple as he jerked and pulled them to and fro.

Pain really wracked her breasts when he came in her like the first man had and released the improvised reins. Blood flooded back into her swollen milk bags and brought searing pain with it! “OOOOOOOWWWW!” Batgirl cried as the pain reached her dazed mind. “Please, let me go” she moaned, but her entreaties were met by the third man mounting her and grabbing her “reins” while the second rapist demanded a cleaning from her mouth.

By now her cunt was rubbed raw by the dry fucking she was getting and her milk sacks ached like a bad tooth, two 36 D tooth aches in fact. “Please, stop she begged as the third man blew his wad deep into her womb then cock slapped her face to encourage a proper cleaning. “Please. Let me go now, I won’t tell anyone, look, just let me go and I will forget all about this, I swear!”

The man who had understood a word she had said laughed, he understood a woman begging, and he had heard it before. One of the others gave her another small drink.

“May I have something to eat?” she pleaded, her stomach growling loudly enough for the men to hear clearly. They laughed as she lifted her head from the dust and pantomimed eating using only her mouth, one grabbed his crotch and they all laughed, Batgirl could easily guess what the joke was.

“Please, food!” she pleaded again.

The other men glanced at the first man that raped her, he seemed to be their leader, and he nodded. They freed her wrist from her ankles which remained tied to stakes spread wide. The leader approached holding a strip of jerky as she sat on her haunches.

He held the small piece of life giving sustenance in front of her but when she reached for it with her hands he slapped then away and pointed to his groin and uttered more words she couldn’t understand, but again what he wanted was clear, she could see his cock getting stiff under his breechclout.

She knew she need the food to survive and she had already had his cock in her mouth before so she undertook one more humiliation and reached out and moved his covering aside, She could see his fairly large cock starting to stiffen in front of her as she stroked his man pole gently before taking it into her mouth, his unwashed stench filled her nostrils as he raped her mouth.

He gave a satisfied grunt as she sucked his fuck stick for a few moments, laughing and conversing with his friends, then her grabbed the back of her head and forced his way deep into her throat. Her gag reflex caused her throat to contract and spasm around his cock giving him great pleasure while she felt like she was choking to death as his balls slapped her chin and her nose was pressed into his sparse scraggily pubic hair.

He pulled out of her throat and she sucked in air to fill her burning lungs then he rammed back in even deeper. He repeated the process until she felt his cock swelled up further and began to twitch. Soon he began to spurt his scalding ball gravy into her raw throat, laughing as he came in torrents.

He used her auburn hair to wipe his cock clean and started to walk away, “The food, please, I…I…earned it!” she begged.

He laughed and tossed the scrap of jerky on the ground in front of her. She started to pick it up but her quirted her hands away and pointed to her mouth, his meaning at first unclear, then she realized he wanted her to pick it up like an animal with her mouth! She had used her mouth to beg, so now she had to use it to pick up her prize.

The men laughed at her efforts which they found highly erotic as she ate her scant earnings. When she finished the next man held another scrap of food and the routine was repeated until his cum dripped down her throat. Again she was forced to eat like an animal.

She was trying not to vomit and lose her hard earned dinner when the third man approached her and offered another tidbit of jerky. She shook her head no, it was a horrible mistake. He offered again and she refused, too sick to eat anymore, or suck another man’s cock.

The offended man looped a thong around her throat and pulled it tight choking her as she tried to reach the leather strap with her hands. He pulled her backwards and secured her wrist to her ankles again. But now she was tightly bound on her haunches

The swarthy man replaced the jerky in a small bag and pulled out another small object she couldn’t make out. He knelt in front of her and grabbed her bruised sore cunt, smashing it tightly in his left hand. When he released the crushed cunt he used his other hand to rub something over her pink lips and clit. He shoved it as deeply as he could into her sex. She felt almost pleasant warmth for a moment, and then came the searing pain!

“OOOOOWWWWWWWW” she wailed in pure agony as the unremitting pain seemed to sear her cunt like an open flame.

The man laughed and held the small object in front of her eyes and uttered a Spanish word she knew, “Habanero” The capsaicin just under the skin of this pepper make it the hottest pepper on the planet.

“GET IT OFFFFFF!” she screamed in agony, her twat on fire, “PPLLLEEEAASSEEE I WILL DO WHAT EVER YOU WANT! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!”

Instead he took the smashed pepper in his leathery hand and rubbed it over her exposed nipples! He was careful not to leave enough of the burning oil from the pepper to blister, but she couldn’t tell that as her nipples exploded in searing pain.

“PPPLLLEEEEEAAASSSEEEEE NNNNNNNOOOOOO MMMMMMOOOORRE!” she screamed in pure agony, “I SUBMIT! LET ME SUCK YOUR PENIS! PLEASE! PLEEEAASEE I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!”

The man stood in front of her and pointed to his cock, she saw what he was demanding through tear filled eyes, “YES PLEASE YES I WILL!”

With her cunt and tits still burning she sucked the man’s cock, She hoped she could make him cum quickly and he would relieve the horrible pain, but when he shot his wad he just left her to suffer. In her mind she grasped the meaning, she had incurred the punishment by displeasing the man, and there would be no mercy or tolerance shown.

She had learned, like a dog learns, when your master offers you a treat you better take it, the consequences can be far worse. Now she was suffering, she still had to service the man’s cock like a whore, and she had not gotten the morsel of life saving meat. It took a couple hours for the burning sensation to stop as she howled and sobbed alternately in her suffering.

She had drifted off in to an almost sleep under the blazing sun when one of the men appeared holding a water gourd. He freed her wrist and ankles, while holding the leather noose around her throat. He let her drink more this time, not as much as she wanted but more than before, then he led her out of their camp. He lifted his breechclout and took out his cock and took a piss. He pointed to the ground, clearly he intended for her to do the same. The humiliation of being told where and when to relieve her bladder was not lost on her but she had learned her lesson that day. Vowing vengeance for all this she squatted to piss in front of her rapist as she had been commanded to do, her face a deep scarlet from shame.

He led her back to camp and pointed to a spot on the ground, she took it that was where she was to sit. At least he wasn’t tying her to the stakes again; this spot was in the shade of the sheltering bluff, the cool air felt glorious after the heat of the day so far. He loosely tied her leash to a scrawny mesquite bush, then pulled her wrists behind her and bound them together.  Another short raw hide or sinew thong tied her ankles together to make sure she didn’t run.

The men paid no attention to her as they went about their task of the day until late in the afternoon when they heard someone approaching camp. Batgirl managed to get to her feet and peer into the sun as the new comers approached. It was clear her three rapists had been expecting company as they greeted the new comers warmly.

Batgirl stared at the procession as it entered the camp, it consisted of a half dozen more smallish swarthy men leading three horses encumbered with large packs. But what caught her eye was the six women tied by their necks with leather thongs to the pack saddles of the horses! All were young women, they were all in various stages of undress, and one was completely naked and badly sunburned. She was barely able to stand and follow the horse dragging her forward. While the men were all obviously native Americans, the women were all white.

One of batgirl’s captors slapped her and jerked her noose to get her attention, he pointed to the horses and grunted something she had no chance of understanding, but she saw the other women begin to unload the horses. He untied her hands while still holding her leash. Her ankles were still bound by knotted leather strands with about a foot of slack, forcing her to shuffle rather than walk.

Her captor pulled a knife and pointed to her Achilles tendons, and then he made a running motion with his fingers on his other hand. Batgirl realized with horror he was telling her he would cut her tendons if she tried to escape. Barbara knew she would never be able to escape in the condition she was in, even if she could manage to get the restraints off her ankles before they noticed, so she helped unload the horses.

Chapter Three

Techno thought he had figured out what had happened to Batgirl in that museum, and although his brilliant mind told him what happened he still could not bring himself to believe it completely, but it HAD to be the answer!

He had somehow, in fabricating the power supply for his device designed to help him steal objects he had created what man had always sought….

Just as he started to gloat he heard a sudden noise and a young female voice yell “Freeze techno, you are under arrest!”

“DAMN! Its Robyn!” he exclaimed, stunned the blond teen crime fighter had tracked him down! He had been very careful to cover his tracks.

“H…how did you find me?” he asked stalling for time, trying to think of a way out of this predicament. He was still trying when the cops put him in the paddy wagon and hauled him to jail.

About twelve hours later he was being led down the hall by his lawyer who had posted his bail, which the Judge set fairly low considering they had found no incriminating evidence against him when the police searched his hideout.

He could hear the stunning blond teen Robyn arguing with the police as they released him, “You know his guilty! You know he knows what happened to batgirl! You can’t just let him go! Give me five minutes with him alone and he will tell us where Batgirl is!”

The policeman restraining her, her very own father although he did not know his daughter was the famous red clad girl wonder exclaimed “His lawyer has gotten a restraining order against you for persecution! If you get anywhere near him we will have to arrest YOU Robyn!”

“That is impossible!” The girl wonder cried, “What is wrong with that Judge?’

Techno laughed to himself, “Stupid blond cunt, I can’t tell you where bat whore is! I have no idea where, or WHEN she is! I would love some time alone with your sweet young ass though!”

He had his driver/bodyguard sped him back to his lab, which had been badly messed up by the police search and his face grew red with rage,”Fucking Robyn, she is going to pay for this! This is her fault, if she had left me alone I might have figured out where Batgirl is, but no, she had to barge in here like a runaway tank and fuck things up! Well she is going to be sorry, a thousand times over!”

He muttered to himself and he ranted and screamed at his henchmen as he repaired his lab, it took nearly a month…

Batgirl helped the other captives unload the horses, she tried to strike up a conversation with on of her fellow captives, but they all ignored her turning away when she spoke.

“What is wrong with you people?’ Barb asked in exasperation.

“Are you trying to get us all whipped you stupid cow?’ the oldest of the captives answered finally, “Shut up or they will punish us all!”

Almost on cue a rough hand grabbed Batgirl and flung her to the ground where he whipped her with his horse quirt while screaming words she couldn’t understand.  Finally he tired of beating her and pulled her up by her hair and shoved her back toward the horses.

 Barb worked in silence still trying to figure out what had happened to her. The stuff on the horses seemed like common household items, but from a bygone era. No treasure, just common everyday items one might expect to find in an old farm house.  It was stacked in nine roughly even piles, Barbara realized these were raiders and the piles represented divided plunder. It still didn’t give her a clue as to where she was, but she was getting an idea of what she was dealing with.

When the unloading was done the other women all lined up and knelt in a row in front of the picket line they had strung between two scrawny dead trees. Their captors tied the leads around their necks to the line so they were picketed like the animals they had just unloaded. Each was given a small morsel of food and a drink of precious water, then they were ignored like the beasts of burden they were tied next to.

Barbara was just standing there stunned at their behavior when two of the men grabbed her and staked her out again, this time on her back with her ankles pulled back to her ears! Her ass and cunt rotated up. She got nothing to eat, but they did give her a drink.

The men settled down to eat some meager rations and one produced a brown jug which was passed around liberally as the men ate and laughed. One in a while they pointed at the women and although she could not understand a word of it Barbara knew the lewd tones the conversation was carried out in and it meant misery for the captives.

Soon they gathered around a blanket and began playing a game. They were within a few feet of Batgirl as she lay tied on her back displayed lewdly. As the game and the drinking began in earnest she could hear their voices rising in merriment and sometimes anger as the tide of the game ebbed and flowed.

At times a man would get up and go to his pile of plunder and grab an item or two and throw them on the blanket to either lose it or to add to his pile. One of the men’s pile was depleted and he was screaming and cursing as the others laughed at his poverty.

One of the other men, one of the three that had captured Barbara pointed to the other women tied to the picket line like a horse. The implication was clear, if the player wanted to stay in the game he needed to wager his human prize!

He agreed apparently as the game went on, he exploded in anger a few moments later as he lost. Cursing loudly he gestured wildly, one of the men who had captured Barbara pointed at her and the loser walked over to her.

He dropped his breechcloth and positioned himself between her legs as she struggled uselessly. He was still cursing and clearly angry as he picked a hole to rape batgirl. He decided on her ass. She cried as he placed his cockhead against her puckered opening and violently rammed himself deep into her bowels.

He violently rammed in and out of causing her to pull against her bindings as she rocked under his brutal rape of her ass. Her grabbed her big tits and used them as leverage to ram even deeper into her ravaged bowels, the rape seemed to last forever to the captive as he plundered her ass violently.

When finally came it scalded the abraded walls of her guts like hot oil. When he finished he used her auburn hair to clean his cock, and then still cursing he mounted one of the horses and rode away leaving Barbara still leaking his cum onto the sandy ground under her.

Batgirl cried as she realized she had been reduced from famous crime fighter to a consolation prize at a gambling party! As the night wore on as each man lost he raped her before they rode, or walked away.

By morning Batgirl was a cum soaked mess, her cunt and ass abused countless times by men angry at losing burned like fire. The men who had captured her were shrewd, they knew if they took the plunder away from their fellow criminals without giving them some consolation that the victims of their crooked game were likely to come back and slit their throats. What Barbara didn’t know was amongst these men’s clan she was regarded as big medicine and to fuck her was considered good luck.

Women her height and build were rare, and a chance to fuck her, maybe impregnate her, was considered a good omen. Women could be had, but ones like Barbara were rare. Had they known who she really was would have made it even better for her rapist.

The three victors looked at Barbara after the others had left, they pointed and laughed as they stood over her and Batgirl was sure she was in for some more rape, but the men apparently found her too disgusting to touch. Instead of using her they they took three of the other women and used them instead.

One of her captors came back to stand over batgirl as he dragged another of the captives with him. The swarthy man pointed to Barbara and the young woman he was dragging took his flaccid cock and pointed it at batgirl. Once it was aligned he let fly with a stinking stream of piss which he played over her face and body laughing hysterically as he did. The acrid fluid stung her eyes and abraded skin as he humiliated her.

What struck Batgirl the most was the laughter of the captive the man had holding his cock, she seemed to be enjoying Barbara’s humiliation. Her face bore a sort of sadistic grin as she helped hose Batgirl down with piss. “Don’t seem so high and mighty now do ya bitch!” the young woman exclaimed. “look at you piss mop!”

Her diatribe was cut short as the man pulled her away by her hair and bent her over a rock outcrop and fucked her from behind. “Well look where your big words got you!” Batgirl fired back. The other woman could only glare back in hatred as she was raped over that boulder.

When the men’s sexual appetites where sated they made the women including Barbara pack all the plunder into bundles that they lashed to travois, the small sleds native Americans used to carry their camp from place to place.

They fashioned seven of the travois, it wasn’t hard to figure out who was going to pull them since all the horses were gone. The men fashioned straps from leather strips and fashioned a harness that went over the women’s shoulders and wrapped around their breasts. A second set was passed between their legs and run up their front to tie to the bottom of the bindings around their tits. Their hands were bound behind their backs and their ankles were tied together with short strips as well.

The caravan started off into the desert with the sleds pulling against the women’s breast like anchors and the thong between their legs rubbing against their clits.

They marched for a couple hours, the women were all ready to drop from exhaustion before their captors allowed them a drink and a morsel of food, then it was back on the trail.

Their sweat got the rawhide harnesses wet, then as the sun dried the leather it contracted, growing ever more tight as the day wore on.

Barbara was in superb physical condition and kept pace with the men better than the shorter legged other women and she received fewer lashes with the men’s riding quirts as they hurried their caravan along. Barb could see hatred growing in the other women’s eyes as they perceived her as being treated better than themselves.

But even as strong as Batgirl was her tits began to swell and turn purple just a few hours into their journey. By afternoon she could barely see and was stumbling badly when the men called another halt under the shade of another sheltering bluff.

One of the captives could not keep up. A bit fatter and clearly more used to a sheltered life she gave out about two hundred yards from where the men stopped under the bluff. One man went back and dragged her limp form back to camp.

Another loosened Batgirl’s straps from her travois and pointed back at the sled the other girl had left behind, his implication was clear, she was to go fetch it. Batgirl thought this might be a chance to escape as she went back for the burden the other girl could no longer carry. As she approached the travois she took as fast as she could, she didn’t make it three steps before an arrow thudded to the ground a yard in front of her! She slid to a stop and turned to see the man that had untied her from her sled had another arrow knocked and ready to send into her back!

Reluctantly she turned and started back. She had to kneel with her back to the travois she was to fetch and pick the drag line up with her hands still bound behind her. It was hard to grasp as her hands were as numb as her tits from the tightening rawhide. She dropped the lead several times before she made it back to their shelter.

 As Batgirl dragged the travois back towards the men she witnessed what they did to the woman who had collapsed. They gave her water to revive her and soon she was conscious. One man cut the straps around her breasts and the woman screamed in agony as the blood rushed back into the swollen mammary glands in a torrent.

They dragged her to a massive cactus and shoved her against its thorny trunk face first. Hundreds of thorns ripped at her flesh piercing her breasts and stamch. Then the cruel bastards took her legs and wrapped them around the barrel of the plant and pulled her tightly against it cunt first. They bound her legs and arms tightly so she remained suspended above the ground, her ass at the men’s waist level. Then on by one the each raped her asshole, careful to avoid thorns as they did, driving her again and again onto the thorns of the cactus. The needles like thorns were driven deep into her flesh where they snapped off.

The woman was driven insane from the pain, she screamed ver and over as they raped her unmercifully, finally she begged to die, “PLEASE GOD KILL ME! JUST LET ME DIE! PLEASE OH GOD KILL ME!”

When they finished raping her they wiped her ass with switches to further cause her pain. It looked like she was humping the cactus as the blows rained down.

Satisfied the men returned to the other women, apparently they decided this is where they would camp for the night. When one of them undid the thongs binding Barbara’s tits she felt the worst pain of her life! It was like when your hands get really frozen and you run hot water over them, it was like every cell in her tits was exploding and each had its own direct nerve connection to the pain center in her brain!”

Once she could move again one of the men picked up a stick and pointed to batgirl and the other women. He wanted them to gather fire wood, and to make sure they understood what would happen if they tried to escape he made a running motion and pointed to the unfortunate girl still screaming tightly bound to the cactus. The implication was clear, behave or suffer unimaginable pain.

As they scattered to gather firewood Barbara found herself alone near one of the other captives. She whispered to the other woman, “Please, where the heck are we?  Who are these bastards?”

The woman looked at her strangely, “We were taken in Texas of course, and those are Commaches! Are you daft, has the sun addled your mind?’

A horrible sinking feeling started to swell in Batgirl’s gut, “W…what is the date?” she stammered, her face growing pale

“August 16^th I believe” the woman answered.

“N…no… the year?’ she asked not sure she wanted the answer.

“1839 of course, are you sure the sun hasn’t tetched your brain?’ came the answer she feared.

The woman raced over to Barbara as the heroines knees gave out, she was fainting. “Don’t you drop unless you want to be humping a cactus next to poor Cynthia back there? Come on girl, get it together!”

Chapter Four

Techno marveled at his own genius as he surmised what had happened to Batgirl. The power supply of his new time distorter has cross fed, producing a very brief but VERY powerful surge. True, it could have just as easily exploded causing a space time continuum rift and killed himself and a lot of people if not everyone on earth, but hey, that’s the risk you take messing around with such things.

As he sat back after pouring himself a nice snifter of brandy Robyn showed up again, crashing the gate and easily defeating his guards. She thrashed them easily, in groups and as individuals, her rage fueling her attack.

He watched in amusement as she took out his cadre of trained killers so quickly and finally stood in front of him, her splendid blue eyes flashing like lasers from behind her green domino style mask.

He fueled her anger even further by not even rising; he sat clearly ogling her breathtaking form as she stood in front of him, hands on hips, feet spread shoulder width apart. Besides the green mask she wore a skintight Scarlet top and emblazoned with her signature “R” above her left breast and green shorts. A short green cape draped her shoulders and she wore knee high green boots.

But what held Techno’s eye was the shape filling out the costume. Robyn wasn’t as tall as Batgirl, but her legs were still long and a perfect blend of muscle and femininity. Those long lovely legs led to perfect hips and an unbelievable ass. Above that was a thin waist wrapped in a yellow utility belt and her skin tight costume accented a superb set of tits. All in all she was a beauty overshadowed only by Batgirl herself.

The criminal mastermind pointed at the container of brandy, “Would you like a drink Robyn?’

“I do not drink you cretin!” the heroine fired back, “You are going to tell me what you did with Batgirl and then I will be taking you in to the police!”

“Well no, I am afraid not” Techno chuckled. “I am afraid you will have to change your plans quite a bit.”

“I don’t think so you bastard!” the blond youngster, “You can tell me where Batgirl and I will ask the Judge to go easy on you. You may be out in twenty years if your rehabilitation goes well!”

“Actually I have been meaning to call you Robyn” Techno replied off handily as he sipped from his glass.

“Why would you contact me? The heroine asked, puzzled by his clear lack of concern at his predicament, his guards all laying scattered around.

“Well you and I have some business to transact” he told her as she stood incredulous at his brazenness.

“What business could we possibly have?” she asked finally.

“Well Robyn if you want to ever see batgirl again sit there” he pointed to another chair at his table, “and have a drink with me!”

“So you do know what happened to her!” Robyn exclaimed triumphantly like she had tricked him into a confession or something. “Tell me what you did with her! Is she OK?”

In a hard cold voice Techno said, “SIT IN THAT CHAIR NOW BITCH OR YOU WILL NEVER SEE THAT RED HEADED CUNT AGAIN!”

Stunned at the turn of events Robyn had no idea of what to do next, her plan had consisted mainly of kicking ass and making Techno tell her where batgirl was. She had fought her way in, but now she didn’t know where Techno was holding Barbara or for sure if he had her at all! Or even if she was still alive for that matter!

 “One more step and you will never learn the fate of your comrade you stupid blond cunt! I will show you what has happened to her willingly, but you will be unable to retrieve her no matter what you do to me!” Techno warned menacingly as he pointed a weapon she could not identify at her. “NO SIT LIKE A GOOD LITTLE BITCH BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND AND PULL THIS TRIGGER!”

Still Robyn pressed her attack but his finger squeezed the trigger the instant before he reached her. Two small needle like electrodes flew from the weapon propelled by compressed gas and stuck deeply in her right tit. If he had fired the taser like weapon while she was any further away the electrodes may not have penetrated her tough costume but at this range they plunged into her flesh and tens of thousands of volts instantly scrambled her neurons dropping her like a stone. This weapon unlike a regular taser which affects muscle nerves scrambles brain waves as well as causing the victim to spasm uncontrollably. Also, the victim doesn’t black out, it hurts like hell.

Techno enjoyed watching Robyn jerk and spasm, spittle flying from her ruby lips and her tits bouncing obscenely under the voltage he was blasting into her. He probably held the trigger down for an extra second or two just to watch her jiggle helplessly her eyes wide in pain flopping around on the floor

When he finally relaxed his finger on the trigger she kept jerking spasmodically for several seconds as her brain kept misfiring sending wrong signals to her equally confused muscles.

Techno motioned and one of his huge thugs who had recovered a bit from the beating Robyn had given him dragged her to the chair and cuffed her wrist to the arms and her ankles to the base spreading her legs a bit. He took his time running his hand up her thigh as she sat helplessly, still unable to control her muscles.

“Hugo, stop that!” Techno chuckled at his henchman’s crude groping, but he couldn’t blame the thug, those thighs looked so smooth and inviting.”Leave her alone, for now!”

Reluctantly the hugely muscled henchman stepped away from Robyn, but as he did he whispered in her ear “They call my cock the cunt splitter, and you are going to find out why whore!”

Techno could see Robyn was regaining use of her limbs as she pulled fruitlessly against her own Bat cuffs they had used to bind her. “Now, wasn’t that a waste of energy, and you are going to need all you can muster in coming days girl!” he advised. “Now you were asking about batgirl weren’t you?’

“Let me go you bastard and tell me what you have done with her!” Robyn demanded like she had just won their encounter instead of being tied up helpless in a chair.

“My, my we are the feisty little sidekick aren’t we!” he mocked her. “Well I will tell you about poor Batgirl. But perhaps it is easier to tell you while you are tied up since you aren’t going to believe it and you would want to kick the snot out of me because your little blond head can’t grasp the truth!”

“Knock off the speeches and tell me what you have done with her!” the captive heroine demanded, her face flushed with anger.

“Well basically I accidently vibrated her atoms apart” Techno explained.

“YOU WHAT?” Robyn screamed, “You killed her?”

“Calm down whore!” he advised. “She is very likely alive”

“Very likely? Where is she?” Robyn latched onto that kernel of hope like a drowning person grasp at a floating board, “You say she is alive? Where damn you?”

“Well, where and WHEN are the pertinent questions actually” Techno replied like he was speaking to a slow student.

“When?’ she stammered confused.

“Yes when, are you really that blond, am I speaking Swahili?’ he snapped back, tired of her perceived thickness. “Now shut up and I will try to educate you. He went into a long speech about space and time and how he found a way to warp it by accident.

After about thirty minutes Robyn asked, her head pounding, “H…how do we find her and how do we get her back?’

“Well why would I want to do that?” Techno laughed.

Thinking quickly Robyn answered, “You said you wanted to talk to me, I assume about this. There must be something you want!”

“Well, what is the life of your friend worth?’ Techno asked her bluntly, “What would you do to get her back?’

Robyn mulled it over in her mind, she knew Batgirl would do anything to save her if their roles were reversed, but she had no idea, no proof that Batgirl was still alive and if his farfetched story was true he could find her and bring her home.

She was still thinking as he droned on like he was prone to do when something he said sank in, “I would of course require a good faith payment from you…”

“Whoa, what are you talking about?” Robyn stopped him. “How do I know batgirl is still alive and you can bring her back? How do I know your story isn’t just BS?”

“Well… I see your point” Techno allowed. He walked to a table and picked up what looked like a back pack with a hose and nozzle attached.

He pointed it at Hugo who cried “No Boss please…” as Techno pulled a trigger

“AAWWWHHHHH” Hugo cried as he turned almost transparent and then was sucked into the nozzle!

Techno turned and pointed the nozzle at a different part of the room and threw a switch. This time when he pulled the trigger a stream of light and tiny particles that coalesced in the shape of a man, then gained substance. Hugo could be heard, his voice rising as his molecules were reassembled violently. His cry was not just pain, it was shear agony! Once he was reassembled he lay on the floor cry in pain for several long moments.

Turning to Robyn as his henchman recovered Techno asked, “Any further questions?’

“W…wat just happened?” the girl wonder stuttered.

“You are truly thick aren’t you girl?” Techno exclaimed in exasperation. “I tore him apart, molecule by molecule and reassembled him over there. That is the transporter part of the package. Once the object is transformed to almost pure energy this machine can cause a tiny rift in time itself. The rift is too small for a person, or object bigger than a golf ball to pass through, but in the altered state they could be blasted through the rift. The trick is the super computer behind you, it controls where the beam is sent and reassembled. The problem is that the disassembly is painful beyond belief, the first few people I tried this on, including a cop or two came back “Damaged” if you will”

“Damaged” Robyn asked carefully, afraid of the implications for her friend.

“Well physically they are fine, but the pain did something to their brain” he told her truthfully. “One is a babbling idiot, one had her personality completely reversed, and the final trial before poor Hugo there cannot remember a thing, complete amnesia”

“So Batgirl may be the same?’ Robyn’s voice rose in fear.

“Well, I don’t think so for a couple reasons” Techno offered to her relief. “It reassembled her on its own, which is in her favor. My new device funnels the object or person so it can control the time and place, THAT is the excruciatingly painful part. Batgirl is mentally tough; she could probably handle the pain as well as Hugo there or better. The problem is, I know where she ended up, but she has moved, finding her has gotten very problematic.”

“Then how can you get her back!” Robyn moaned in despair.

“I can send a tiny transmitter through the device to where she ended up. Does she have a communication device with her?’ he asked.

Robyn brightened up, “YES! YEAS! She has her bat radio with her!”

“DO you have yours on you?” he asked.

“YES!” Robyn exclaimed almost joyfully, “I my utility belt! In the front pocket! SO you can get her back?”

The evil genius stood in front of her and gazed at the lovely buxom young blond bound to the chair. He leaned forward placing his hands on her knees and peered into he sapphire blue eyes. “Perhaps I can retrieve her, but you have not answered the question of why I should want to!” He slid his hand up her left thigh, gently caressing it, enjoying the smooth warm flesh and enjoying the discomfort it clearly caused her. “What do you have to offer little girl?”

“Get your hands off me you cretin, that is assault! I will have you arrested!” she fired back defiantly.

He stood back up and replied coldly, “Fine, let’s call the cops shall we. You broke in here illegally, no search warrant, no probable cause. You assaulted several of my employees, and you attacked me as well, thank God I was armed with that special device, you might have really hurt me! And finally you violated your restraining order. That adds up to several years in jail and a massive civil lawsuit. So are you sure you want the cops here?”

“They won’t believe you! They won’t listen to a criminal over me!” she declared.

“Well, there is overwhelming evidence and several witnesses, plus my security cameras, I have the new Hi-def ones too!” He laughed. “Plus, her you sit, in my lab, clearly in violation of the restraining order barring you from the premises and being within 200 yards of my person.”

He leaned forward again, and placed his clammy hands on her thighs once more. She could smell his stinking breath as his face was only inches from hers. “Now do you want to call the cops or not? Or are you going to tell me why I should retrieve Batgirl?”

His cool hands slid up her thighs as he spoke. This time she bit her tongue, trying to think of a way to save Barbara without giving this bastard what he clearly wanted. “W…what do you want” she asked after steeling her nerve for what she knew the answer was going to be.

“What is the life of Batgirl worth Robyn?’ he answered vaguely. “Plus it will cost me a lot of capital to refine my equipment and to find her…”

“Look, I have access to some money” Robyn offered, “Maybe 10 or $12,000.00!”

Techno laughed, “Not nearly enough bitch! I spend that a week on electricity!”

“It’s all I have” she declared, not mentioning it was her college money.

“I need at least a million and a half, up front before I even start looking for your friend” Techno declared. What he didn’t tell the young crime fighter was he intended to find Batgirl anyway. She was the perfect test subject for his experiments in time and travel. It kept her away from him and she was physically beyond compare, much better to stand up to the rigors of what he was doing.

“I…I can’t… I don’t have that kind of money!” Robyn declared dejectedly.

“Well I have a couple ideas to help you!” Techno laughed, “But first I need a goodwill gesture from you!”

“Gesture?” Robyn asked, again afraid of the answer she knew was coming from the look in his eyes.

“Yes, we are going into business together Robyn” he laughed. “But first you are going to sign a confession that you broke in here illegally and assaulted my employees. Then you are going to kiss my foot and beg me to save Batgirl, and finally I am going to fuck you in every hole on your body. Is that clear?”

Robyn hesitated; she knew she was fucked, figuratively and literally. Perhaps if she signed the document a good lawyer could beat it, it was done under duress after all! But having sex with the demented man leering at her and running his hands up her thighs seemed so flthy, so very degrading! And he wasn’t even going to physically make her do it, she was going to have to agree to be raped!

“The alternatives are this Robyn” he explained further. “I have you now; I can chain you down and rape the shit out of you, then give you to my men. Then I will call your worst enemies, Joker, Riddler, Catwoman and the Penguin and let them all use you for a while. When they are finished I will addict you to drugs and turn you out s a whore. Then you are too fucked out for even that I will sell you south of the border and you can fuck donkeys in the public square for the Peso the men throw you. I will make you a porn star first of course, millions will jack off as you are fucked over and over again. Ho does Robyn does the Gotahm giants” sound as a title?’

“Please, no” Robyn sobbed realizing her plight, “Just let me go! Help Batgirl, I will find the money somehow! I swear…Just don’t…don’t…”

“Don’t what slut?’ he snarled as his hand slid further up her thigh.

She tried to squeeze them shut but her bonds prevented it, “Don’t touch me like that!” she pleaded, “Please, I will get the money!”

Undeterred by her begging he began to stroke her crotch through the fabric of her shorts, pushing hard enough to feel the contours of her pink slit. “You nasty girl, I  think you are wearing a thong under those shorts!” he laughed in her face.

Her features turned a dark scarlet as she felt him touch her most private place, the cute little thong she wore underneath seemed like such a bad idea now, so shameful, so dirty, like she was inviting what was happening to her.

She felt unexpected and unwanted warmth in her crotch as he massaged her twat almost gently. Between his insistent fingers and the idea of being forced into sex was arousing her body now matter how much her mind fought the urge!

“I think the little Robyn slut likes this” he laughed as he felt her cunt lips engorge and grew full under his touch. “Admit it you little whore, admit you like my touch or you will never see Batgirl again!”

She didn’t feel that way at all in her mind, or her heart, but other parts seemed to have a will of their own! She knew if she submitted to his demands she may never be able to stop him in the future, it was a slippery slope to hell! But she had no choice; he held all the cards, and her pussy to boot!

In a voice calculated to convey her dislike she whispered, “I am a slut, I like it.”

“Well I said whore and you said slut, but it will work for now” he chuckled. Then his voice grew stern, “But you will learn to obey and give me the proper respect or the price will be the death of your friend slut! Now try it again, and act like Batgirl’s life depends on it, because, well, it does in fact! Beg me to stroke you slut cunt!”

Now overwhelmed and frightened she managed to spit out with out vomiting, “Please stroke my slutty cunt”

“Now that wasn’t so hard was it whore” he laughed heartily again as he continued to rub her twat. Like it or not her body was responding, her nipples poked up against the fabric of her top tenting it.”Look at that, the little whore’s nipples are hard!”

The villain stopped stroking her pussy, much to her relief, but it was short-lived. He began unbuttoning her top! “STOP IT YOU BASTARD!” she screamed, “THIS IS RAPE!”

He ignored her as she continued to scream and cry in protest. He peeled back her top to expose to of the world’s finest breasts contained, barely by a black sports bra, her nipples seemed even harder now poking against the fabric.”Fantastic!” he exclaimed as he reached out and cupped them. “Look how hard, look how long those nipples are Hugo!”

Robyn turned an even deeper shade of scarlet at the man’s words, calculated to have just that effect on her. She tensed against her restraints as he fondled her golden mounds, cupping them like he was weighing a cantaloupe. “Very nice milk sacks slut” he mocked. “Now you best understand this right here and now, they belong to me, your cunt belongs to me, your ass belongs to me, and your lovely blue eyes belong to me if you want to save Batgirl!”

He touched her mask and she jerked her head away, “NO! I will do what you ask, but you must never remove my mask! Unmask me and I will be useless to you! Don’t reveal my real identity and I will do ask you ask! Please, leave me that!”

Whether her impassioned plea touched the criminal or he saw she was right that she was worth more unrevealed he took his hands away from her face. She was hoping that if he did not retrieve Batgirl at least her secret identity was safe, at least for now!

“Very well slut, here is my offer” he laid out his plan. “I own you, all except your mask anyway. In return I will try and retrieve Batgirl. As payment you will submit to me without question understood!”

She considered her options carefully, and realized she really did not have any other but to submit. He had her bound helplessly as it was. He could rape her and reveal her identity anytime her chose to, she could not stop the rape part, she was certain that was about to happen judging by the erection clearly evident in Techno’s pants, as well as those guards who had recovered enough to gather around her. But if submission allowed her to remain masked, it was all she could hope for now. Her body would heal, the shame of course would haunt her forever, but if her true identity was revealed her family including Police Chief O’Hara, her father, would be in dire jeopardy.

She had acted stupidly in blundering in here like a raging bull, now she was going to pay a horrible price, but maybe, just maybe if she played along her family and friends would not have to pay as well. If she didn’t obey her fate was sealed, and it was a bad one whichever way Techno decided to play it, heck, he could even have her jailed, and she could only imagine what that would be like, a super heroine’s side kick in prison… to terrible to contemplate! Better in the hands of this villain, he seemed like the lesser of two evils! And maybe, just maybe, she could get Techno to keep his word and retrieve Batgirl. It was a gamble with long odds, but she was already beaten and she knew it. This way she could salvage something perhaps…

She looked up and straight into his malevolent eyes, “I have no choice, I agree Techno, but you must swear to protect my identity!” She knew a criminal’s word was valueless but she had to try. “And you must swear to help batgirl.

“Swear on Batgirl’s life” Techno demanded, “And sign this confession to your crimes today.”

Techno motioned and a female cop appeared from behind Robyn carrying the confession, apparently the arrogant bastard had carefully planned this trap and all its details!

“Robyn, I believe you know Officer O’Hara?” Techno introduced the female cop to the stunned crime fighter; it was her older sister Tammy! Techno explained as Robyn’s jaw dropped to the floor. “This is one of the cops who went through the device, you remember the one I told you about, and the one’s whose personality was completely reversed? Officer O’Hara works for me now! She tells me used to work with her often fighting crime.”

Robyn was stunned; it was like she had been kicked in the gut by a mule! Her sister, like her father and mother did not know that little Susie O’Hara was the famed crime fighter Robyn, companion of Batgirl thankfully! They believed her to be an empty headed cheerleader attending a local college because her grades weren’t good enough for a major University; they had no idea of her second life.

 But Tammy O’Hara had always a straight laced serious student and had excelled at school. A stickler for laws and rules, it had always been assumed she would follow in their dad’s footsteps and go into law enforcement. To that end Tammy had worked hard at surpassing her lesbianism so as to not hurt her standing in society and on the force, so her sex life had been nearly nonexistent. But now somehow Techno had turned the most honest cop on the force! The Gotham Police Department allowed their female cops to wear skirts in the summer if they chose to, but regulations called for them to be a LOT longer than the one Tammy had on. Regulations called for sensible shoes as well, not knee high boots with heels, but Tammy was the chief’s daughter and the commissioners God Daughter so no one was going to dare correct her. Besides the guys on the force, at least the straight ones really liked the way she looked, even some closet dykes like Tammy used to be got aroused at the sight of her. Another thing Robyn noticed was that her sisters tits were bigger than she remembered, her uniform shirt stretched tightly over them. She looked for all the world like a stripper gram cop instead of one of Gotham’s finest.

Techno was explaining but Robyn was having trouble hearing with the ringing in her ears from the shock of what she was witnessing. “She went from prudish law dog into slutty bitch didn’t you slut?”

Tammy answered in a sultry voice, “Yes boss and I love it! It cured that lesbo thing too! Give me a fat cock to ride any day! I didn’t know what I was missing!”

Techno went on, “How do you like your new tits Tammy?”

“I love them Boss Thanks again!” she purred sexily. “She stuck out her tongue to show a piercing, “I like the jewelry too! If you don’t wear yourself out on that sorry cunt tonight I will show you how much I like it!”

“Another satchel of evidence drugs and cash and you will get a nice car too!” Techno laughed.

Returning his attention to his captive he made her swear again then Techno signaled Hugo and he reached down un-cuffed Robyn’s right hand, again rubbing her thighs as he did. “Sign the confession slut, then the party starts!”

There was no more room for Robyn to evade, she was cornered and left with no choice, her hand shook as she was handed a pen so she could sign away her freedom. She hesitated and her sister spoke up from behind her, “Want me to bust the stupid cunt with my night stick of use the stun gun?”

“No, she sees she has no choice” Techno stopped her.”Don’t you slut?’

He back handed her across the face, “you will answer my questions instantly and truthfully every time, is that clear?’

Now completely cowed she sniffed, “I understand! I understand OK?”

“That will be YES SIR or YES BOSS since you work for me now whore” he laughed, and it is time you learned your new place in life.

“Well boys, I wish I could stay and watch you fuck goldilocks here, but I am on duty!” Officer O’Hara laughed as she flounced out the door calling back over her shoulder, “Enjoy the girl boys, a real woman will be back later!”

Hugo freed the heroine and pulled her up out of the chair by her hair, she was wobbly as her legs were numb from being tied to the chair. She started to refasten her top when Techno stopped her. “Leave them bitch, I want to see those hooters, so why don’t you strip that costume for us. Make it sexy sweetheart, shake them milk bags!”

Robyn had no idea how a stripper worked, she gyrated clumsily and all too quickly removed her top, and then just stopped, to ashamed to go further.”Please…Techno….Sir, Please, do we have to do this?  Please…I…”

“You agreed bitch, if you want to back out now you will leave her a fucked out drug whore on her way to Mexico or prison! Your choice, a little strip tease for us or a living hell for the rest of your life! My way you will be home in a few hours, the other way you will be unmasked, fucked to death in the end and your family exposed to who knows what. And Batgirl will rot where ever she is! NOW FUCKING STRIP FOR US SLUT!”

“Lose that bra sweet tit!” Hugo added laughing, “Here have a drink slut, it will relax you!” he gave her a shot of whiskey

Even though her dancing was stilted and awkward there was no denying her stunning beauty. Her perfectly formed limbs and tits were mesmerizing as she removed her clothes on article at a time, tears leaking down her cheeks as the men watched her strip for their pleasure. After each article of clothing she lost she was given a drink. She had never drunk much, only a little at parties, and soon she was feeling light headed, but as her inhibition was loosened by the alcohol her dancing improved greatly. He drink was also laced with an ecstasy derivative, the part of the parent drug that made who ever took it want to be touched

Soon she was down to her mask, thong and boots, her crimson tunic opened wide. “Stop” Techno commanded. “Stand with your legs spread and put your hands behind your head!”

“Would you look at that boys!” Techno marveled, have you ever seen anything that nice?’ He produced a camera and commanded, tussle your hair!”

“Well Tammy is pretty hot, especially with those new tits, but damn Boss, this is one world class piece of ass!” Hugo chimed in with his opinion which was echoed in unison by the rest of the henchmen watching her performance.

Robyn felt woozy and light headed, but she took an odd pride in the men’s words, they found her attractive and that was oddly stirring to her! The men’s complements seemed to fill some need for her.

She was given another drink, this one laced with a bigger dose of the drug ecstasy to further weaken her resolve.

“I feel funny” she giggled as Techno took more pictures of his new toy. Her nipples stood out proud from her tits as she continued to pose.

“Well Robyn, I have seen enough” the master criminal declared. “I want you to get on your knees and take off that thong!”

Robyn knelt and removed the final thin piece of cloth covering her body. “Very good slut!” Techno proclaimed loudly, about half drunk himself. Now crawl to me and present me with your panties as a sign of submission. He sat back in a chair as Robyn paused, something in her mind was still rebelling but a sharp slap on her ass by Hugo sent her scurrying forward with a yelp.

“HEY!” she cried as she came to the criminal.

He could see tears in her eyes, she wasn’t so wasted she didn’t understand what she was about to do. The thong was the final act of submission, there was no longer any choice, not that there ever really was. He reached up and handed him the scanty scrap of cloth.

He accepted it, and then tossed it aside like it was nothing. To Robyn it had meant a lot to surrender the last bit of her modesty and he treated it like it was nothing! Her self esteem was crushed again.

He of course was elated and the surrender of her thong was indeed a big deal to him, but the move was calculated to further enforce her new status as a quasi slave. It worked perfectly as she knelt between his legs.

“Have you ever sucked a man’s cock?” Techno asked.”

“Noo..! That’s gross” she answered like the teen she was.

He already had dropped his pants and his cock sprang straight up. Techno was fat, hairy middle aged man that Robyn would have never given a second glance in her previous life. His cock wasn’t huge, maybe seven inches protruding from his bushy pubic hairs.

Her grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face towards his crotch. She tried to pull back but his grip was firm and he snarled, “Open your mouth whore and suck my cock or I will rip that mask off you and call the Joker with the name of every family member you have! I will drag Batgirl through that device until her mind is destroyed, then I will hurt you, like you never imagined a human could hurt another human, do you understand?”

YES SIR!” she sobbed and opened her mouth.

He shoved her down on his fuck pole driving himself deep into her throat. Her gag reflexes started in immediately milking his cock like a machine, the sensation was incredible as her throat contracted around his sex unit.

He just held his cock in her throat as it involuntarily milked it as it tried to eject the offending object. He held her head down until she nearly passed out, her arms flaying wildly. He pulled back and let her get a much needed gasp of air then rammed his cock home again. As he repeated the process he laughed, “You better learn to deep throat Blondie, I expect you will have a lot of cocks in your mouth and Hugo over there is hung like a horse! He may throat fuck you and ass fuck at the same time!”

Slowly Robin learned to swallow his meat stick completely without dying, her nose up against his pubic hairs for long seconds at a time. She could smell his un washed crotch as he used her face like a cunt, sawing in and out.

“I am going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours next slut!” he warned her, “I suggest for your sake you get it wet! Finger your pussy as you suck my cock!”

While Robyn was no slut, she had masturbated before, but never on command and never in front of a crowd, but the thought of being dry fucked didn’t really seem appealing. And somewhere deep in her mind she had to acknowledge the situation was turning her on a bit. The extract from the ecstasy drug heightened the parent drugs affect on the pleasure centers in her brain. Ecstasy increases the pleasure of the sense of feel. It makes the person ingesting it want to be touched because it feels so good.

Robyn had been given some pretty massive doses of the extracted formula and she was beginning to want to be touched, a lot! The drugs and alcohol were lowering her defenses and inhibitions and her twat was tingling a bit anyway… “What the hell” she reasoned, “The world has turned to shit, I might as well make it a little less bad!”

Her hand went between her legs where she was surprised to find herself wet already! “No, this is wrong!” she thought to herself as she gagged on Techno’s fuck stick wedged deep in her throat, “I should not be enjoying this!” In truth she wasn’t, but her body was in self defense mode, anticipating what she knew was going to happen next.  Even though it was being forced on her, the lewdness of her behavior was stimulating in itself.

Techno pulled out of her throat  and lifted her to his lap facing away from him. Hugo handed her yet another spiked drink as the criminal master mind commanded her, “Sit on my cock and finish the job your sweet mouth started slut! Ride your new boss like a whore! “

She compliantly lowered herself onto his jutting cock, she gave a short gasp of pleasure, and lust “Mmmph” as he its spread her pink lips then entered her, shoved in by her own body weight! As indescribably wonderful as fucking her throat had been, this was even better! Her cunt was a warm wet vice; he had never felt anything so tight and slick as she lowered herself on her new boss!

“Now fuck me whore!” he bellowed in lust, “FUCK ME BITCH!”

Her lust rose to meet his as she rode up and down his cock, “Ow, o wow, ooowwww gawd” she moaned as Hugo recorded her, focusing on her big bouncing tits for a moment.

“YOU LIKE RIDING MY COCK DON”T YOU WHORE!” he roared for the camera, “YOU ARE A LITTLE WHORE AREN”T YOU! ANSWER ME SLUT!”

His degrading words stung, and she knew she had given in to easily, Barbara would be ashamed of her, but “damn it” she thought, “I gave it my best! I am not a thinker and a planner like Barbara! I was trying to save her ass! This is her fault; if she had not got herself captured or teleported or whatever happened to her then I would not be in this position! But since I am, why suffer needlessly!”

Her voice rose to a lusty tone as Robyn howled, “GOD YES! FUCK ME YOU BASTARD! FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE! THIS IS BATGIRL”S FAULT I MAY AS WELL ENJOY IT! FUCK ME!” She came in a torrent as she screamed her lust, coating his lap in her sweet nectar. “OOW GAAWWD OOWWWGAAWDD!” she kept moaning, she had never experienced anything like that in her young life, and she damn near feinted as she came.

Techno lifted her and spun her around, then lowered her back onto his shaft. “LOOK INTO MY EYES WHORE AS YOU RIDE YOUR MASTER’S COCK! “

He peered into her now glazed blue orbs enforcing his dominance over her. She began humping herself again, her cunt still hyper sensitive from her first real orgasm of her life. “YOU BELONG TO ME NOW, DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHT THAT MEANS! YOU WILL DENY ME NOTHING FRO NOW ON!”

He leaned forward and licked one of her nipples then the other eliciting a lustful moan from her ruby lips, “Ohhh, Sir…”

He drew his hand back and slapped those same spectacular breasts and screamed into her dazed face, “I ASKED YOU A QUESTION WHORE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND? YOU BELONG TO ME NOW!”

“YES!” she cried, her tits still stinging, which to his amazement encouraged her to hump him faster, “I understand, I belong to you Sir!” Then she came again, the drugs, the strong drink, the situation all were to much for her to resist. It imprinted deeply in her subconscious that this man had made her humiliate herself for his benefit, and she LOVED it! Like a cheap skank she loved it! She hated herself for loving it, but there she was fucking a criminal and cumming all over his lap!

Then he shot his wad into her tender young womb, “I hope you are on the pill bitch because that felt like a gallon of sperm I just shot into you!”

His ejaculation was so strong inside her it made her cum yet again. By now her brain was a complete fog of lust; she was lost in the moment as he dominated her.

Her befuddled mind didn’t grasp for a moment what was happening as he spun her around again, Hugo helping to lift the semi limp girl off his cock, but when the huge henchman centered her over Techno’s cock again her eyes flew open wide, “NO NOT THERE! WRONG HOLE SIR!”

Hugo helped shove her down on his boss’s slick cock, his fuck pole pushing past the tight outer defenses of her asshole, spreading it wide!” “NO! DEAR GOD NO!” she cried, “NOT IN MY BUTT! PLEASE NO!”

But strong arms and her own weight shoved her onto his cock until she was fully seated on his lap again. “FUCK ME AGAIN SLUT! FUCK YOUR OWN AS WITH YOUR MASTER’S COCK!”

“IT HURTS!” Robyn cried, “TAKE IT OUT IT HURTS!”

But there was no mercy in Techno, only shear raw lust as he made her rape her own ass while Hugo recorded it to enjoy later.

“Finger your cunt again!” Techno demanded as she rode his prick with her ass, up and down over and over. Her face grew flush as she realized she was about to cum again! She barely beat Techno to the punch as they both came at nearly the same instant.

Now totally spent Robyn slumped forward, her captor let her drop to the floor, then pulled her between his legs and commanded, “Clean me slut! A good whore always finishes the job! You want to be a good whore don’t you?”

Given no choice she began to lick his flaccid meat stick, the taste of her own cunt and ass mixed with his cum nearly made her retch as he made her lick his ball sack clean as well.

When Hugo and his henchmen finished using her, they hauled her to the alley where her Bat Cycle was hidden. She rode home after puking the vile contents of her stomach into a nearby dumpster, stinking of eight men and her own cum, a special phone to only be used to communicate with Techno in her utility belt.

The next day she showered and scrubbed, over and over, but the same wasn’t washing of like the crusted cum finally had. “Oh god Robyn, what have you done! What have you done to us Batgirl?’

For the first time in her life she went to a liquor store, she felt a strong need to forget what happened the night before. She had found something else in her utility belt, a bottle of pills and a note. It read simply, “These might help”

Chapter Five

While Robyn was “entertaining” Techno and his men, several thousand miles and hundreds of years away Batgirl was undergoing a trial of her own. Her captives had moved their camp again, leaving poor Cynthia tied to the cactus. The woman had gone completely insane with the pain as the needles ripped her flesh.

Batgirl would never forget that night in the camp where they had wrapped the unfortunate girl around that cactus; her screams would linger in Barbara’s memory forever. Cynthia had screamed then howled like a wounded or dying animal for hours while the men used their captives repeatedly.

The next day Batgirl and the others were attached to their travois again like beasts of burden, the tight straps again wrapped tightly around their breasts and a long leads wrapped round their throats connecting them together. Of course their skids were heavier because the unfortunate woman tied to the cactus had her load distributed to the others. Then they trudged on for endless miles until they reached a new camp site.

This time it was next to a running stream, compared to where they had been it looked like paradise! Cool running water, shade trees, green grass, and plentiful fire wood. Batgirl noticed something else she had not seen in a long while, it was a ROAD! A sure sign of civilization, and their captors to her surprise were not avoiding it.

They were untied from the travois they had dragged for untold miles, once more the burning sensation as blood rushed back into their purple tits made batgirl sob in pain.

Their captors made sure each woman was secure, they were near civilization and the temptation to flee might be stronger. The lessons of the trail weren’t as fresh in their minds now.

Each woman was led to the rushing stream and made to wash themselves, cleaning away the grime of their march and the dried cum from all the rapes they had been subjected to along the way.

When they were finished they were led back to the camp and securely bound. A stout pole was passed behind their backs and their elbows were pulled back over them and securely tied. Another pole was laid across their ankles which were spread wide and secured tightly and then a thong was wrapped around their throats and ankle bar, arching their backs even further., displaying all their charms lewdly as each was lashed to a tree standing up.

The captives didn’t have long to wait as they heard the sound of clanking and groaning from a distance growing louder by the minute. Soon they could hear men cursing, in ENGLISH and whips cracking as a train of wagons, each pulled by six mules or a couple Oxen hove into their line of vision.

There were half dozen wagons all being driven some of the most disreputable looking men Batgirl had ever seen! You could smell them before they got within a hundred yards as they sweat and cussed at their beasts pulling the wagon.

Each was an expert with a whip as they drove those stubborn animals forward dragging tremendous loads in the baking sun. The Comanche’s hailed the white caravan warmly as a huge man riding a giant horse rode out ahead of the wagons!

Jacob Greathouse was a monster of a man, both in size and demeanor. He killed without remorse any who opposed him; even the Comanche’s respected him as a fierce fighter. He was a trader on the frontier, and many suspected a raider as well, but no one in the territories dared call him on it! Even the Rangers stayed clear of him, or even traded with him when the need arose.

The huge man rode forward and dismounted with surprising agility for a man nearly six foot six and three hundred plus pounds. He towered over the swarthy raiders that had taken the captives as he conversed in their native tongue. This Comanche band refused to use the language of what they considered invaders, nor would they use their weapons.

Greathouse approached the Comanche chieftain and exclaimed in the Commache’s dialect “Iron Shaft, good to see you!” That was the chieftain’s nickname, one he was proud of as it referred to his cock, Batgirl could testify to its accuracy! “I see you have some goods to trade!”

“YES!” the Chief answered with a wide smile, “But you will not get them cheap, especially the tall one with red hair!”

“All in good time my old friend, all in good time!” Jacob, or Jake as he preferred laughed. “Lets us eat, drink and tell lies first!”

Soon the wagon train was formed into circle and a large fire was started, meat was roasted and jugs of cheap whiskey broken open. Two of the women had been untied to serve the dozen or so men their dinners. The other four were put on display, each still tightly bound, their backs arched and breasts thrust out.

After a few hours of eating and revelry the serious business of trade started as Jacob Greathouse and Iron Shaft haggled over the price of the goods the Comanche Chieftain had to offer, but it went fairly quickly as the two had dealt with each other often and they were both eager to begin the highlight of the evening, the women captives.

When it got to be time they were all lined up and Jacob began to inspect them, hefting their breasts and squeezing their ass cheeks. “Open your mouth!” he commanded each of them in turn.

The first woman he offered Iron Shaft $30.00 and then they haggled with the final price of $32.50 being agreed on. And so it went, offer and counter offer until all the women were bought except Batgirl.

“I see you saved the best for last Chief!” Greathouse roared in the Indians native tongue, “She is truly spectacular, no denying that! I will give you $100.00 for this one!”

“You try to cheat me!” the Chief proclaimed, she is worth many times that and you know it!”

“Chief, have I ever cheated you?” Jacob laughed, “Don’t answer that… Look, she is all sunburned and worn out, my customers like them fresh!”

“You will fuck her with that monster cock of yours before they get her anyway!” The Chief protested, “ And her cunt will tighten back up! Five hundred and two jugs of good whisky!”

“You are crazy old friend, two hundred is the best I can do!” the trader offered.

Batgirl caught the gist of the discussion, it was humiliating when Iron Shaft hefted her tits and continued to haggle with Greathouse. “Look at these breasts!” Iron Shaft. Exclaimed. He grabbed her ass and declared further, “Look at her wide hips, made for a man to ride!” His hand cupped her cunt, “And her barely used cunt is still fresh and tight! If I didn’t already have four wives I would just keep this one for myself to breed, she will bear fine sons! Look how tall she is! For anything less than four hundred I will take her home!”

“Chief, you know I have to be able to make a profit!” Greathouse protested. “Remember I have to transport them and feed and clothe them until they sell or start turning tricks to earn their keep! Look, we are friends and have traded many times chief, I will give you Three Hundred dollars, in gold, I can’t do any more, you done took my money with all the other over priced goods you sold me!”

“If you do not pay me at least $350.00 and a case of good whiskey I will lose face in front of my men, you understand my friend!” Iron Shaft protested good humouredly. The trader had offered him about two years wages for the average man in the area for the one captive, and he knew he would get more yet. “Let us settle on a price so you can start her training? I have four wives to support, I need the money, understand?”

Batgirl caught words of English mixed in with the Commache’s tongue. She heard dollar amounts a surmised they where bargaining for her usage, and a mere $300.00 was a deep insult.”You bastards!” she shouted, “I am citizen of the United States and you are illegally holding me captive! I will not be bartered for like a common whore!”

Both men stopped and turned their attention to her, surprised looks on their faces. When Greathouse translated to Iron Shaft they both laughed at her rage.

“Very well my friend, I will pay you far too much for this one!” the giant white man laughed, “I will enjoy breaking her! Now let us celebrate your new found wealth!”

The Indian gave a furious war whoop as he headed back toward the other men who began the abuse of the other women captives. Soon he was balls deep in a woman’s ass shoving her mouth over another man’s cock as he sawed in and out of her bowels shoving her back and forth between the two.

Jacob Greathouse stood in front of his new property grinning malevolently. “What are you looking at you bastard!” she spat defiantly, now deeply regretting allowing herself to be taken by the savages so easily, or not trying to escape. She had a growing sense of dread as this huge man eyed her like a slab of meat.

His voice was deep like thunder in the mountains when he spoke, “You my red headed whore are now my property that is what I am looking at! I am looking at what I just PURCHASED for my use, whatever use I may choose!”

“I am not property to be bought and sold!” she shouted back, still defiant, “I am a human being, it is against the law to own human beings you bastard!”

His backhanded slap to the side of her head caused skyrockets of light to explode in her head. When she glared back at him he went on in a tone that frightened her. She had been a captive many times, by some of the worse criminals in the world, but there was something in his voice, that voice that seemed to well up from hell itself that sacred everyone that ever heard it. “This is the real world slut; I just bought you as surely as I bought those wagons or my knife! I have an “Agreement” with the government of Texas; I buy captives from the Commaches and return them to their families. However I am entitled to collect my expenses from the returned captives  or their family. If they cannot afford to repay me I can bind them to an indentured servant contract, the term based on my expenses and a repayment of fifty cents per day, or $15.00 a month for men, half that for women. You currently owe me a bit over $500.00, so at .25 per day your contract will run for about twenty two years. Of course we will deduct ongoing expenses for meals and lodging so it will probably take you thirty years or so to earn your freedom.”

“That is INSANE!” she raged, “I will never agree to such an outrage!”

“Do you have five hundred dollars, in gold to pay your debt?’ he asked mildly.

“Of course not you brigand, those savages would have taken everything I have of course!” she retorted angrily.

“Do you have friends, family, or perhaps a husband that will pay your debt?’ he questioned further.

“If I could get a phone call to Gotham City” she declared, still denying what she knew deep inside was true.

“I have no idea what a “phone” is slut” Jacob Greathouse answered. “But a letter to Gotham City will take about six months each way. How would you like to address it to? In the mean time you will be declared indigent and a ward of the state and liable for any expenses incurred until your funds are received.”

“In other words you won’t allow me my phone call provided in my Miranda Rights as found by the Supreme Court of the United States!”

“First,” Greathouse growled in that voice from hell, “I do not give a damn about the Court in another country, the Republic of Texas recognizes indentured servitude, and since you have no means to pay your debt to me, you will be bound over to me as your debt holder. Now you may save yourself some pain and grief and agree to sign the indenture papers as the other women have already. They legally belong to me.”

“I will NEVER submit to slavery!” she screamed back, “NEVER!”

“Well, you do have a choice slut; I will sell you back to the Comanche. They will either use you until you die as a beast of burden as well as a fuck toy, or sell you south of the border.” Jacob explained. “There they will use you as a fuck toy and probably work your ass to death in silver mine. No one will find you and you will die there at a young age.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Batgirl fired back, “That is illegal!”

“Look bitch, I don’t know where you think you are, but in the Republic of Texas in 1839 this is the law!” he proclaimed. He pulled a metal object from his pocket and showed her. Stunned she saw it was a BADGE! “I AM THE LAW! I am a duly authorized Ranger and officer of the court for the Republic of Texas assigned to recover Indian abductees.”

“This is a set up!” Batgirl declared, “You are in league with those Indians! You probably send them out to raid the settlers!”

“Well knowing it and proving it is two different things” Greathouse laughed. “Plenty have tried and yet I stand before you as your owner. What you want has no bearing on the future for you!”

Turning back toward the drunken party going on behind them he called out in English, “Iron shaft, the bitch doesn’t want to go with me, she is still yours!”

Batgirl considered her options as the druken Indian approached her, apparently furious, cursing her in his native tongue. He got in her face screaming as foam flecks flew from his lips and spattered her face

“He says you will fuck his horse tonight” Greathouse laughed, “He has tired of your impertinence. Then tomorrow he will build a fire under your cunt and slow cook you crotch first. Bad way to die, it will take days, they know how to make you linger. You have really embarrassed him in front of me and his men; I would hate to be you now.”

The chief spoke a terse sentence to Greathouse and the huge man hollered towards his wagon teamsters, ‘Luke, Zeke, bring you whips and get over here!” The two drovers got up lazily, both were naked, having just used a couple of Greathouse’s other new purchases. They retrieved the tools of their trade, the long laced leather bullwhips they used to encourage their beasts to pull the heavy wagons.

“W…what are they doing?’ Batgirl asked as he saw them approach, cracking their whips in the air.

“The chief has decided to have you whipped” the frontiersman informed her. “Last time he did this they literally flayed the shin off the girl her caught stealing. They tore her ears off, took out her eyes and ruined her face. Her tits were cut to ribbons, but all that came after he had her hung upside dawn. They literally whipped the cunt off that girl. She was begging to die a day before she finally expired over a fire. But he is even angrier at you, your next couple days, the last of your life, are going to bring pain you never thought possible.”

The chief pointed at batgirl and rattled on in his native tongue which the two mule skinners only understood only about one word in ten, but the gist was clear! He wanted batgirl whipped, and whipped to pieces!

Greathouse stepped back as the first whip flashed towards her. The end snapped squarely on her right nipple and pain exploded like a bomb in her tit! Before her first scream faded the second lash landed on her left nipple, “AAAAWWWWGHHHHRRR!” she screamed again as the first lash again just flicked her right nipple again

When the fourth struck her cunt her clit, the expert mule skinner just lightly flicked it, he did not want to tear it off her yet, but the pain was unbelievable, “OOOOWWWWGGGHH  GGGAAAAWWDDDDDD!” Batgirl screamed.

The second blow to her cunt was too much, “OOOOWWWW! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP! I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! PLEASE STOOOPPPP!!!!”

SSSWWWIIISSHSHH! CCRRAAACCKKK the whips lashed out again one after the other landing on her inner thighs just below her cunt.

As the men wielding the whips looped them over their heads in preparation for the next lash on who knows what part of her body, the once proud crime fighter pissed herself and begged, “Please, I am begging you Greathouse, make them stop, please! I will sign whatever you want, please…!”

“There will be another price to pay for upsetting the chief!” Greathouse warned.

“N…no more whipping, please” she pleaded.

“No, but rest assured you will hate it” Greathouse warned, “But you will obey instantly or we will be right back her watching you be skinned alive, savvy?’

‘OK! OK!” she sobbed, “Please! Just no more whips…”

The Wagoner’s had hurt her body, but her fear of whips ran deep. Cat woman had used a whip on her once for days when she had fallen the evil feline’s clutches, nearly shattering her mind with the pain. The part that scarred her mind was Catwoman had made her orgasm as she was being whipped, over and over again, tearing the veil between pain and pleasure. Barbara had never achieved an orgasm after that. The whipping had brought back all those memories pressing into her mind, and to her dismay, faint unwelcomed stirring in her loins! This was not the same, Catwoman’s tortures were meant to be erotic, this was to inflict pain, but somehow the two were connected in batgirl’s subconscious now.

Jacob Greathouse stood in front of her as she sobbed and in that massive voice that matched his frame reminded her of their deal. “You belong to me slut, tits ass and cunt, understand?’ He reached out and squeezed her bruised nipples between rough fingers and thumbs and squeezed tightly causing her to whimper in pain.

“Y…yes,” she sobbed

“Do you understand how close you came to having these ripped off slut?” he asked again/

“Please… yes, I understand” she answered again barely able to speak from the pain and humiliation.

He produced a huge Bowie knife and cut the strap holding her to the tree. She dropped to her knees in front of her new owner. “There is where you will spend the next twenty two years slut” he laughed. “Lean forward and kiss my boot slut, beg me to forgive you!”

She leaned forward, so afraid of those whips she had no choice, and kissed his boot. ‘Please forgive me Mr. Greathouse” she whimpered.

“I think you owe Luke and Zeke a reward for not tearing your tits off, don’t you?” the giant trader said, it wasn’t really a question. “Ask them if they would like you to suck their peckers whore!”

A tearful Batgirl chocked on her words as she gasped them out, “Please, may I suck your cocks as a reward!”

A giant backhand slapped her face, “You will answer my questions with a Yes or No Mr. Greathouse or Sir!” he demanded. “You are my servant now slut, I will have respect from you! Do you understand?’

“Yes Mister Greathouse” she sobbed, sure she was going to have a black eye in the morning to match her bruised nipples.

Luke was first to reach her, “Thanks Boss!” he said, “This is high quality cunt!”

The wagon driver was grateful because he earned about 20.00 a month, he could not afford such a high classed whore on his salary! He always made do with the .50 whores in town and then not very often!

He was already as hard as a rock as he slapped batgirl’s face with his stinking fuck pole. Barbara asked herself, “Don’t these bastard’s ever take a bath?” as she swallowed is cock and her nose ended up against his thick stinking pubic hair. She nearly wretched on the taste of dried cum and the woman he had been fucking before he was called away to whip her.

He had cum just recently or the Caped Crusader’s mouth would have set him off almost immediately, but Barbara had to suffer his fuck stick in his mouth for what seemed like an hour before she felt his cock swell and he shouted “OHHH LLLOOORRDDYY LORDY!” as he spurted into her mouth t long thick streamers of stinking cum.

He no more than finished before Zeke was buried balls deep in her throat and face fucking her, “Did you like me whipping your tits slut?” he mocked as he used her throat like a cunt. “I bet you did, all you whore like it whether or not you will admit it! I whipped a Mexican whore to death once and she came as she breathed her last breath! There wasn’t a square inch of her skin left and the whore came as she died! You’re all sluts deep inside!”

His mocking was a little to close to home as she remember with shame the warmth in her groin as the pain exploded in her tits while she was being whipped.

Her third mouthful of ball gravy came from the Comanche Chief; Greathouse made her bow and kiss Iron Shaft’s foot as well as beg his forgiveness. The Chief didn’t understand a word of it, but he had enslaved lots of women and he understood what was happening. She was being forced to apologize for protesting her own rape! It never failed to give him a hard on to see a woman at his feet begging for him to rape her, especially a white woman.

After the others had finished with her it was Jacob Greathouse’s turn. He was soon standing stark naked in front of her as she was till on her knees the big man’s huge cock was just about face level.

“Let me warn you” he snarled as he cock slapped her with a fuck pole that seemed to weigh ten ponds to Batgirl, “I know you are a fighter and you are thinking about biting my cock right now aren’t you? If I even feel so much as a tooth scrape me I will remove them all, one at a time, then you will be whipped and slow roasted over a low fire like a pork shoulder!”

Rubbing his cock on her dry chapped lips he commanded, “Stick out your tongue and lick my balls slut!”

She was amazed at the size of the Ranger’s balls; he had a pair the size of a large bull, they felt like bowling balls on her tongue as she licked his foul smelling ball sack. “You will learn to do that better by the time I am done with you whore!” he promised as she lapped at his wrinkled man bag.. “Now open your mouth and receive your new owner’s cock!”

Batgirl had been forced to suck men before, but nothing prepared her for Jacob Greathouse and his eleven inch cock that was as big around as her wrist! She had to stretch her jaws painfully to accommodate the girth of his fuck monster.

He didn’t waste any time, using her hair to drive the monstrous shaft deep into her throat triggering her gag reflex. “Damn girl, if your cunt is as tight as your throat I will make a fortune whoring you out!”

Her involuntary spasms in her throat seemed to make his cock swell even more and she was turning blue before he pulled her back a bit to let her breath, then rammed his fuck shaft home again. He repeated the process several times as Batgirl grew lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

As he finally started to spurt his load he pulled back after sending a huge glob straight into her stomach. “I want you taste and smell your new master whore! Learn the smell of your man bitch! Learn it well! Swallow my gift to you slut!”

Those huge testicles produced an overwhelming load of cum, she was choking on it as he pulled back into her mouth and pumped out some more. It was like trying to drink from a high pressure, high volume fire hose! White man gravy sprayed out between her tightly stretched lips and his cock and dribbled down her massive tits. He pulled out of her mouth for the last couple spurts, coating her face in white sticky cum.

“Look at you princess!” he laughed as the rapidly cooling slime dripped from her purple nipples and dropped into the sand in front of her. “I see you need practice in swallowing a real man’s load you worthless cunt!” he laughed. “Well, we have a couple decades to train you properly don’t we?’

“Now I am going to untie you whore, if you attempt to run I will set those Comanche on your trail, you won’t make it two miles before the find you and stake you out over an ant hill or a slow fire, depending on their mood. Of course they will fuck you half to death first!”

Once he had freed her she lay before him in the fetal position sobbing. “One your back slut, that is how you are going to earn your keep for now on!”

She had no will to fight left, the pain and humiliation had reduced her to a compliant fuck mouse, at least for now. There was no sense in absorbing the punishment just to delay the inevitable rape. Better to save herself for when there was an opportunity to escape, or better yet, kill this son of a bitch!

He grabbed her ankles and shoved them nearly up to her shoulders, “Better spread that cunt wide slut, they tell me this hurts the first couple dozen times I fuck someone!” he laughed as he positioned himself at the entrance to her fuck hole. She felt a lot of pressure as he leaned into her, then searing pain as he stretched her lips far enough to shove the biggest cock she had ever seen into her tight channel.

“Damn you are still nice and tight!” he moaned as he shoved in her dry cunt nearly four inches on the first thrust. “Glad that Indian didn’t stretch you out with something!” he declared as he thrust again gaining another couple inches.” I suggest you relax or this will tear you up!” he advised.

Barbara WAS trying to relax her tight little pussy, but he was enormous and not at all concerned about her discomfort as he grunted and thrust deeper. “MMMPPHH” he groaned, “OWWW!” she yelped as he pushed in time after time. She thought he had surely ripped her wide open as he plowed her!

Finally her body began to lube in self defense, but he took it another way and used it to crush her spirit. “You can say I am raping you all you want whore, but your twat says it likes it!” Soon his massive balls were slapping her ass as he raped her there under the stars for all to see.

As her cunt lubed he yelps turned to moans as he grunted each time he thrust into her.. “MMMM!” she moaned as he groaned “UUMMPPHH!”

This was no gentle love making, he was raping her violently as they rocked back and forth on the sandy soil. “OFFFHH” OOOFFFFFHHH” she grunted in unison with him now as he took her.

He pounded away for what seemed like an hour and every second, every stroke he took her body began to respond. “MMM” MMM””MMMMMMMMM!” replaced her earlier yelps and grunts. She could feel it happening and steeled her will against it, but nature took it’s course as her body received more and more stimulation.

He held her ankles over her head with one huge powerful hand and grabbed her breasts with the other. He grabbed her hand with his free hand and pulled it to their merged crotches, “Stroke yourself slut, play with yourself for your master!”

She started to pull her hand back, but he squeezed down hard, nearly crushing her hand, “I told you to stroke your twat whore! Do you understand?”

“Y…yes Sir!” she groaned, “You are hurting my hand…”

He placed her hand back on her crotch and she began to rub it begrudgingly, at first. Then he could feel her pace pick up. “Fuck me back!” he demanded of his victim, “Fuck me back whore!”

Reflexively, her will subverted by this powerful man astride her and his monster cock down sliding easily in her now wet slick but still tight twat sending waves of humiliating pleasure to her brain she moaned,” YES SIR!” As soon as she said, it as soon as it slipped from her lips she knew she had lost…another piece of her will had slipped away.

She vowed not to cum under her rapist, then as the heat built in her body and her mind she vowed not to cum first. When that became impossible she swore she would not cry out, but when the wave of the best orgasm of her life washed over her in waves she heard some one screaming, “OOOWWW GGAAAWWDD!!! OOOWWWW GGGAAAWWEWDDDD! OOOWWW GGAAAWWDDD!” and realized it was her, and she was lost! She came twice more, each as mind shattering and as loud as the first. She also discovered she was a copious squirter for the first time in her life. She had of course cum before, but this was different, this came from another place, a more primal place deep in her soul.

She was being fucked by a man who was her equal, more than her equal physically for the first time in her life. She was being raped by a man who knew what he was doing, he wasn’t just getting his nuts off, he was completely dominating her, controlling her thoughts and her body, making it respond to his desires! It was exhilarating as well as humiliating and combined with the physical sensations she couldn’tt stop cummimg.

When he sent gallons of his steaming hot ball gravy into her womb it triggered a reaction in her she could have never imagined, she howled like a banshee, “AAAAWWWWWOOOOOOOWWWWWW!” as it felt like the top of her skull was being blown off by the geyser inside her, that and the orgasm that made even the ones just before pale in comparison. “AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! GGGGGAAAWWDD!!” she screamed at the moon as he pumped his seed into her.

He pulled out and sent the last couple streamers of white sauce over her chest and face. He grunted and stood up, pulling the dazed heroine to her knees. She would have collapsed back to the ground had he not held her weight easily in one hand, shoving her face into his crotch, “Clean me slut, and don’t forget the balls whore!”

His voice sent goose pimples up her body as her tongue licked him, “Y… yes sir” she stammered, completely spent. When he was cleaned to his satisfaction her just released his grip on her hair and she slid back to the ground still in the dazed afterglow of the multiple orgasms he had raped from her.

A loud cheer snapped her from her fog, she looked around as she lay in a puddle of their mixed cum and saw all the other men and women gathered around in a circle watching the huge man use her against her will. They were cheering the massive man’s complete domination of the tall big breasted big redhead; he had tamed her like one would a wild horse! The men marveled at his manliness, the women secretly wondered what it would be like to be Barbara. Batgirl would fight more in days to come, but they knew, SHE knew, he not only owned her on paper, but her body if not her very soul.

Jacob didn’t even bother to tie her up; he just left her laying on the ground like another piece of property that didn’t mean much to him. He did toss her a worn stinking horse blanket and went to a tent the men had set up for him, paying her no more mind than he did his horse. He grabbed another young woman on his way to the tent and told her, “Go to the stream and clean yourself, then bring me a fresh jug.

Batgirl lay on the ground reliving her rape over and over; every sweaty thrust was seared into her primal memory. She damn near came again just from the remembering, she had to use all her will not to touch herself, to rub her cum dripping pussy to yet another orgasm as she listened to Jacob fuck the other woman, even after he had so thoroughly fucked her out. She was completely spent and yet he was fucking another woman just yards away.

She felt an odd sense of jealously, which is exactly the effect Jacob had intended as he noisily fucked the other girl.

The next morning the same girl Jacob had taken to his tent kicked the filthy bundle lying in front of Jacob’s tent. A dried cum crusted batgirl stirred her stiff and sore body, her crotch burned as the woman standing over her demanded she bath, “You stink like a whore! Go wash yourself pig and fix the Boss his breakfast! I would hurry slut, he is grouchy in the mornings!”

The other woman laughed as Barbara tried to cover herself with the blanket, “leave that by the wagon slut, the boss likes his woman naked. Now move before he has you whipped. Batgirl staggered to the edge of the cold running water then gritted her teeth and waded in. She knew she would never feel clean again, but the cold water was the only way to remove the crust left from the night before.

She was absorbed in cleaning herself when a rough pair of hands forced her forward over a waist high tree that had fallen into the stream during a flood years ago.

She tried to fight back but her legs were kicked apart and soon the familiar feel of a cock against her cunt was there again! She realized it was Iron Shaft as he rammed his cock into her, and although it wasn’t the size of Greathouse’s monster fuck pole, it was still seven inches long and two wide. Rammed into an already raw dry cunt it hurt a lot as he pinned her over that tree and raped her from behind.

Batgirl was too sore and worn out to fight, she just relaxed and let him rut her cunt like an animal. She grunted as she was shoved repeatedly against the tree, but she felt none of the stirrings she had last night, much to her relief. “I am not a slut!” she thought to herself.

Just as she was congratulating herself when she heard her new owner bellow from in front of his tent, “Don’t forget to collect two dollars from that bastard slut!” Then in Comanche he added, “Hurry up Iron Shaft, you are holding up my breakfast, and that fuck cost you two dollars, make that whore carry it to me when you are done, it will humiliate her.”

The Indian laughed and slapped Batgirl’s ass, disappointed she wasn’t reacting like she had under Jacob the night before. He soon came and pulled out of her, she started to get up but he shoved her back over the downed tree. He went around to her face and stuck his slick cock in her face. “What is with these men and their wanting cleaned?” batgirl wondered even as she licked him clean. “There is a whole stream here and he wants me to clean him…”

When the Indian handed her two silver coins, tears welled in her eyes, she realized she had just been used as a whore for the first time in what promised to be a long career in prostitution. The chief insisted she carry the coins to Greathouse, who took them from her in his tent and placed them in a chest full of coins.

“Your price as a whore is two dollars slut” he informed her. “Anything you get over the two dollars for a standard fuck you get to keep half. The “profit” if you will can be used to pay off your debt, or for any extra luxury you wish. Now go make my breakfast slut…”

“Sir” she replied, “M…my name is Barbara…”

He laughed, “I really don’t care whore, I will call you whatever I decide. Bring me my breakfast… NOW SLUT!”

It stung for some reason he didn’t even want to know what her name was, “Why does that bother you Barbara? Jesus girl, he raped you…” She fetched his breakfast, some eggs and ham the other woman had prepared and carried them back to his tent. He sat in a chair looted from a farm the Indians had burned in front of a small table from the same source. He pointed to the floor between his legs and Batgirl realized she was to kneel there.

“On your haunches, knees spread, hands at your sides, this is the position your are to assume near me, understand slut?” he told her sternly.

“Yes Sir” she answered, submitting again.

She watched him eat and realized she was ravenous, she had expended a lot of energy bovver the last week and had consumed very few calories. “Quite staring at my breakfast whore, lick my balls instead he commanded”

Yes Sir” she answered softly again as she leaned forward and gently licked his huge nuts.

He reached down and stuck a piece of bacon in her face. When she reached for it he slapped her hand and snarled, “Take it from my hand with your mouth bitch!”

She realized this was an attempt at reducing her self esteem even further, but she was starved. She gently took the bacon from his fingers, then eagerly wolfed it down. She looked up hopefully but he ignored her so she figured that he wanted her to start licking that massive nut sack again. She was right… He let her lick him for a while then gave her another piece of bacon from his hand.

He ended up giving her another two strips as she slurped obscenely between his powerful thighs. He sopped up some egg yolk with a piece of course bread and offered it to her as well. When he finished his plate of food he set it on the floor, she looked at him stupidly. “Lick it clean you ignorant slut, you may get nothing but ball gravy the rest of the day!”

As he watched her lean forward to lap the scraps from his plate he was extremely pleased, she was beginning to break. He still knew there was fight left in this red headed wildcat, but she was starting to submit.

He was also pleased with the raw material he had to work with to create his new main attraction at his booming whore house. She was long legged and well formed, then waist, flat stomach, and those tits were magnificent. Her piercing green eyes and fine features framed by her auburn hair, all set on a graceful neck made him consider keeping her as an exclusive for himself, a man could be mighty happy holed up with a piece of ass like that. But he knew his greed would overcome his lust in the end, but for now he was glad to have her in his possession.

When the plate was licked spotless he ordered her back between his legs, “Now that you have ate it’s time to get to work slut, open wide for your first face fuck of the first day in your new world”

She marveled at his manhood as it unfurled to its full length, it was damn near as big as her forearm, she shivered as she remembered what it felt like sliding in and out of her cunt. Then she realized what had just happened, and she blew it off quickly, she was not a slut damn it! He RAPED her, it was not pleasurable! Or so she kept telling herself, but there in front of her eyes was the cock that had in fact raped not one but several intense orgasms from her!”

“Get your mind right girl!” she thought to herself. “Just because he got you off doesn’t make it not rape!” but she was getting warm feelings where she shouldn’t be! She forced her sore jaws apart and down over his man meat, slowly forcing her tight throat over it inch by inch. He could actually see her throat swell from the outside. She was beginning to learn the art of the deep throat from her repeated face rapes.

“Very good slut1” he laughed as she took his whole cock, barely gagging” You are going to make a lot of money for me with that trick alone! Now use your tongue!”

He spent the day in his tent with Barbara, molding her to his perverse taste, only sending her out for food and whiskey in the late afternoon. Again her meal was his table scraps served from his hand and licked from his plate.

Her howls of pleasure once again echoed off the bluff along the creek as he forced orgasm after orgasm from her in spite of her best efforts to deny her body. Her brain protested, and she would have stopped and walked away if she had been able, but her body betrayed her because she could not get away from that magic cock wielded by an expert.

About tem PM she was completely fucked out, unable to lift herself from the floor, as he owner stood over her. “Well I am abut tired of you for today anyway slut!” he called out and the other woman that had stayed with him the night before ran to his tent.

“Drag this whore outside and find her a blanket somewhere slut” he commanded, “Then get your ass back in here!”

Batgirl spent another night on the cold hard ground leaking cum from all her holes, unable to even clean herself in the stream. The other men in the camp amused themselves with the remaining women until Barbara passed out in a restless slumber filled with dreams of a giant man wielding a giant cock, making her cum over and over.

The sun still had not come up over the horizon when she was awakened by warm liquid splashing over her face, “Get up whore!” the woman squatting over pissing on her laughed, as did all the men and women once again gathered around her.

“Still thinking about me” Jacob laughed pointing to where her hand was wedged between her legs. “Come on slut, we are going home!”

The journey took nearly four days as the caravan traveled slowly, starting late in the mornings and stopping early so the men could use the women frequently. Greathouse wanted them broken when they reached Sandtown, his base of operations. Sandtown was situated not too far from the capital in Austin, but far enough to be free of any government interference. The fledgling republic had few resources to corral corrupt officials in the hinterlands and several feudal like city states sprang up across Texas. Some in the Capital were concerned about the lawlessness, but others looked the other way as the cash began to flow in. In no small part Texas was being funded by these city states and the officials in Austin were either powerless or disinclined by greed to end it.

Barbara had a heavy yoke placed around her neck, it was much like an ox yoke, a bend wooden “U” piece fastened her throat to a long timber. Each hand was tied to the timber up near her ears. A short leather strap was attached to her ankles hobbling her. Greathouse dropped the loop of his rawhide lariat over her head like he was roping a cow as he sat high on his big horse and he dragged her behind him for miles, stopping only occasionally for a brief rest where the prisoners were given a small drink and a couple scraps of food.

The first night on the trail home Batgirl was affixed to the wheel of a cart, her arms and legs spread wide. Rawhide was wrapped around the base of her ample tits and then wetted. It didn’t take long for the evening sun to begin to dry the leather, causing it to shrink tightly, causing her breasts to swell and turn purple.

Jacob then slowly rubbed her sensitive nipples until they stood out like thumbs from her breasts, “Please, don’t, my breasts, hurt…” sobbed the bound heroine in agony. “Please, let me go, we can go to your tent, I will behave, I promise!” she moaned.

“Later slut, if you beg enough I will fuck you like the whore you are becoming!” her new master laughed, “But there are some things we need to do first!” He took fine <!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]-->thread like sinew and tightly wrapped it around the base of each of her engorged nipples, causing them to swell even more.

Then he produced the whip and she went crazy, “Please, no! Don’t whip me, please, I haven’t done anything to deserve being whipped! I have done everything you asked, PPLLLLEEEEAASSEE DDDOOOONNN”TTT WHIP ME!”

The whip he had was a twelve tailed flogger. The tails were made of flat braided leather of some type nearly thirty inches long and very heavy. The handle was about a foot long and made of notted leather as well, maybe two inches around.

“Open your mouth whore!” he ordered. He stuck the flogger in her mouth and commanded, “Suck it like a cock!”

Tears streamed down her face as her eyes pleaded with the cruel man while he rubbed her tits then mauled them. He slapped them back and forth, pausing to pull them apart then slap them together while his men laughed and jeered. Even some of the other female captives joined in. “Slap that cows fat udders!” one suggested while another pointed and laughed, “Ain’t they a pretty purple now!” A third suggested they would look better with some red welts from a whip!

Tired of that Jacob took the flogger from her mouth and lightly ran it over her swollen mammary glands, “Count the strokes whore, thank me for each one, Say “this whore thanks you Sir! May I have another?’ every time or I will get the bull whip and tear those tits clear off your chest, do you understand slut?”

“Y…yes sir!” she sobbed, “Please Sir don’t hurt me, please…Why are you doing this Sir? I have done as you asked!”

“Because I can whore!” he laughed as he flicked his wrist and the flogger played over her tits with a loud SSHHWWAACCKKK!” “because I can, now count bitch!”

“OWWWW!! ONE SIR! TTTHISS WHORE THANKS YOU SIR! MAY I HAVE ANOTHER!” she cried.

SSWWHHHWWAAACCKKK! Went the whip, “AWWW TWWWOOO SIIRR! TTTHISS WHORE THANKS YOU SIR! MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?”

SSWWWATTTTTT!!!! “THHHRRREEE !TTTHISS WHORE THANKS YOU SIR! MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?”

She pissed herself on the fifth lash, the hot stream running down her leg as each lash got harder, and harder to bear without screaming out. She tried to deny him that pleasure of hearing her screams of pain, but the fifth lash landed squarely on both nipples and there was no stopping the cry of anguish torn from her throat!

“Look at the high and mighty slut now!” laughed one of the other captives who all seemed to hate her for some reason although she had never met any of them. They hated her because they knew she was the prettiest amongst them, they knew in the end she would get the best food, the best clothing and only have to sleep with a few privelged clients of Greathouse. Where they knew they would be forced to sell themselves in back alleys she would be what was known as a headliner in Sandtown, so they reveled in her torture now!

After her screams stopped, minutes after the twenty fifth and final lash Jacob called for the Ferrier, the black smith. “Put the standard rings in her” he commanded

The words “rings in her” snapped the sobbing woman back to attention as the farrier hefted her bruised sore tits to examine them, “Gold boss?’ he asked.

“Yes” Greathouse replied, “Only the best for our new headliner!”

The standard whore only got iron rings, a salon whore maybe got brass, only a select few received golden adornment, but all that was lost on batgirl for the moment, all she saw was the blacksmith and a large glowing needle heated in the fire as he firmly held her breast. “Don’t move cunt, we wouldn’t want to have to do this twice would we?’

“SSHHHSSSSS” The needle hissed as it was shoved through her nipple. “AAAWWWWWGGGGAAWWDDD!” she wailed as it punctured and cauterized at the same time. He quickly passed a glowing golden ring through the opening the needle made. The ring was open until he crimped the ends together with a huge pair of tongs.

“There you are slut!” the farrier laughed, “The only way that’s coming off is with your nipple! Now let’s do the other side shall we? We don’t want you out of balance!”

In a few moments she again soaked the ground under her as she pissed herself again while the needle was passing through her swollen nipple, followed by the other golden ring signifying her enslavement to Jacob Greathouse.

“Pay the farrier!” Jacob commanded.

Batgirl looked puzzled so he explained, “you owe the man for his labor, I provided the rings. You will pay both of us for your adornment slut! I think you owe him a good fucking don’t you?”

Barbara’s gut twisted in knots as she answered the way she knew she had to, “yes sir…”

“Yes Sir what?” Jacob demanded further.

“I owe him a good fucking sir” she said unwillingly but afraid to refuse.

The blacksmith took his prize off the wheel and flung her on her back right there, “I been dreaming about a crack at your cunt slut! I never thought I would be able to afford a whore like you slut!” he dropped his pants and sat astride her chest. “I am going to fuck them nice purple tits before I fuck your cunt whore! Hold them together for me to fuck!”

The openly weeping Batgirl reached up and pushed her battered tits together as she was commanded so he could fuck her there. The bastard kept flicking her new rings  as he did for several long minutes until her could stand it no longer. “Spread your legs slut!” he demanded as he positioned himself to enter her.

“My god, the whore is wet!” the blacksmith laughed, “She is wet for me already!”

It wasn’t technically true, she was still damp from pissing herself, but his cries were humiliating in the extreme as the other women gathered around and laughed mockingly “We knew you were a whore!”

He used her ultra sore tits as squeeze toys as he plunged into her cunt. His rapid thrust caused her tits to bounce and jiggle provocatively as he raped her violently there on the ground for all to see. But it was a moot point, as some point her body began to betray her again in self defense and she did begin to lubricate, even to fuck him back as he drove into her over and over again.

The man raped her for what seemed endless hours until he came into her fuck hole in a series of spurts. She was still humping her hips unfulfilled, as he pulled out with a humiliating plop. “Look at the slut still humping” another woman laughed, “A natural born whore” declared another.

Batgirl realized to late what she was doing in her daze of pain and lust, their mocking laughter stinging like the flogger had before.

He pulled her face to his crotch; she knew what he expected and began licking him clean….

Chapter Six

The Amazon was fighting wildly, but she was badly outnumbered and her arms were pinned to her sides by an unbreakable cable. Wonder Woman was trying to kick her opponents now as she lost the fight. She had been careful she thought, no one should have known she was in Gotham trying to reach Batgirl and Robyn, the dynamic duo had seemed to fall off the planet so she came to Gotham to try and find them.

She lashed out with her left heel and shattered a thugs face, but another strong cable wrapped arund her right ankle. She knew she was doomed now as it was jerked hard, pulling her support leg from under her. She fell on her perfect ass with a thud and a half dozen henchmen piled on her. Her remaining ankle was swiftly wrapped to the other and she had been secured.

A gloved hand reached down in front of her face, even in the dim light she saw her assailant, and the voice confirmed it. “I AM SORRY Wonder Woman, but I had no choice, you have to believe me! I am sorry…”

“Robyn, don’t!” the Amazon shouted, “Cut me loose and we can defeat these cretins!”

“I am sorry Diana” Robyn repeated, “But Techno has promised not to hurt you, and it’s the only way to save Batgirl, I am sorry” She squeezed the object in her hand and a cloud of gas erupted under the still struggling Amazon’s nose.

“No Robyn, please, this won’t w….work!” Diana pleaded as her vision narrowed, then went totally blank.

“Very good my big red breasted Robyn!” Techno declared, startling her from her dazed staring at her friend that she had just help capture. “She will be held un harmed in a safe place until we retrieve Batgirl, then we can release her as I promised!”

“Look Techno, I have done everything you asked for the last six weeks, when are we going to get batgirl back!” the girl Wonder demanded, “Have you even found her yet? What have you done with all the money I gave you to help find her?’

“Come with me Robyn to the lab, we have made a breakthrough! You will see” the criminal mastermind offered. “I can actually project a beam into the area where batgirl went. We can communicate back and forth once we locate her! It is amazing!”

Robyn thought to herself, “It should be amazing with what it costs me!” For the last six weeks her life had been the antitheses of what she was before. Techno’s ever increasing demands had shattered her once almost routine existence, well as routine as a super heroines sidekick could be anyway!

For instance two weeks ago she stopped a routine, or so she thought, jewelry store robbery. She stopped the three men fleeing in the back alley behind the store red handed with the stolen diamonds.

“HALT! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!” she declared as the three slid to a stop in front of her.

The leader of the group spoke up after recovering from his initial surprise, “Techno said you might show up, here is your half of the loot!” He thrust a bag at her.

“My half?” She answered puzzled at his offer, “I do not take bribes!”

“Techno said you do!” he replied, “Something about you needing to raise cash for a worthy cause. He also told us something else…”

“WHAT ELSE!” she demanded, half afraid of the answer.

“He says you will suck our cocks for $100.00” He answered, a malevolent leer on her face. “Is that right?”

Robyn’s heart sank, she knew what was going to happen next, but she tied to get out of it, “Look, please, I will let you go, just leave the jewels…”

“Are you kidding Blondie?’ one of the crooks laughed. “I’d gladly give all these diamonds for a crack at your world class cunt, but I all Techno would allow is a blow job for each of us. That will have to do for now bitch, on your knees!”

About an hour later Robyn was left sobbing in a filthy alley on her knees vomiting three criminals cum onto the pavement. Scattered bills lay around her where the men when they had finished fucking her face they had paid her like a whore with wadded bills. They had counted the one hundred dollars out a bill at a time; they even paid with some change…

Robyn collected herself, wiping the vomit off her chin and looking at her “earnings” scattered carelessly around her. She thought about leaving it there, the idea of taking cash for what she had done revolted her, but then again she had earned it, on her knees! In the end she gathered up the cash and her bad of jewels and headed toward Techno’s lab, her self esteem at an all time low. She paused long enough to take some pills out of her utility belt and wash them down with a flask she now carried in her boot. It at least

Soon after that incident she had gotten the call from Wonder Woman, the Amazon had heard disturbing things from Gotham and she called to check up on the Dynamic Duo/ Robyn had tried to assure her all was OK, and that batgirl was undercover but she had things well in hand. But the nosey Amazon sensed there was something wrong and she came to Gotham anyway…

Now she was trussed up like a pig headed for a hog roast and Robyn had helped them do it to her. The girl wonder had handed her comrade over to the dubious mercy of the criminal mastermind. Robyn knew techno was lying about not harming Wonder Woman, but she was in too deep to turn back now. She had literally whored herself to keep any chance of retrieving Batgirl alive, she had committed crimes to obtain the capital Techno needed… there was no way back now. Once Batgirl was home she would surrender herself and face the consequences, but if she stopped now all the sacrifice would have been in vain! So she drank and took pills to cope while she did what she had to do. She tried to avoid thinking about it too much; the pain was too great to bear when she did.

So she had sucked and fucked Techno and who ever he allowed to use her until his breakthrough. He showed her his new device for opening an aperture in time; it looked like a floating hazy six inch oval window between two upright posts in his lab .

“All I see is sand!” Robyn declared, “All of this for a picture of sand?”

“No my red breasted slut!’ he explained, not a picture, this is an opening to where Batgirl went! I know where and when now! The good news is that we are not looking at her mutilated remains; she may have survived the trip! Look!”

He opened a box on the desk and removed a flat stone, “Make a mark on this, don’t let me see it, and throw it through the opening! Be quick, it takes tremendous energy to hold this open! Your electric bill is going to take a bank robbery to cover!”

Robyn did as she was told; she always did anymore, and threw the stone through the aperture as instructed. The opening shimmered then faded… Techno then pointed to another box on the table, it was sealed with tape and had a shipping label from Austin Texas.”Open it” he ordered.

She opened the box and saw a stone just like the one she had just tossed through the opening. “So?” she asked.

“Look closely, look at the bottom!” he commanded.

She flipped the stone over to reveal the markings she had made on the other stone! “How?”

“Are those the marks the ones you made on the rock?” Techno asked, “Look closely, a couple hundred years in the desert will have faded them…”

The realization of what she was seeing sank in, “Is it…is it really the same one?’ she stammered, staggered at the implication.

“Yes, yes it is” he answered, “I had someone search for it a week ago and ship it to me, I had not seen it until you opened the box. Do you understand slut! Do you understand what it means? All we need to do now is find a way to locate Batgirl and we can at least communicate with her! And I have an idea of how to find her if she has her communication device on her!”

It was a little easier on Robyn as he fucked over a desk this time, at least she knew he was working to retrieve her friend, and he was making big strides.

He created an alter ego for her, a criminal one so she could steal directly to help raise the massive capital required to achieve their goals. She was given a black dominatrix suit and the name “Shadow” to further her drift away from the law.

Chapter Seven

Batgirl looked around the room she had been given. It was more like a shack or tool shed behind the saloon. The saloon she would start her career as a whore in that very night. The tiny bed was where she was expected to work off debt occupied a big piece of the room, and she was chained to it like a dog!

Once they had reached the small town that Greathouse used as his headquarters he had dragged her, and the other women in front of the Justice of the peace where they were all declared indentured to him, it hadn’t taken ten minutes for them to be made into slaves for all practical purposes in the eyes of the law.

Then it was off to the blacksmith where a metal collar was riveted around their throats, marking them as property, his property to be exact. All of their earnings would go to pay off a debt they neither benefited from nor asked for.

The town Sheriff was her first customer, a woman, not one of the recently acquired women, one who had been there a while came and got her. She had been given what looked like an old canvas feed bag as a dress, it barely covered her ass. The woman brought her a more appropriate outfit, for a whore anyway.

It consisted of a tight red corset that barely covered her nipples and short black skirt that barely covered her ass. There was nothing under the skirt, her pussy was left bare and as short as her skirt was everyone was going to get a good look at it!

A pair of garters held up fishnet stockings and she was given a pair of black shoes with heels. It was a look calculated to make her feel cheap, and it worked, she was completely humiliated as she was led into the saloon like a dog on a leash thru a back door that took her behind a big stage at one end of the saloon.

On the stage were three cages, maybe three foot square and six feet high. A man in a black suit served as a barker stood on the stage, the bar was packed, a herd of cattle had been driven to market and all the freshly paid drovers were in attendance, eager to be separated from their hard earned money by whiskey, game and women! There were gamblers and other types who were attracted to the money the freshly paid cowhands were about to spend lavishly. For most of them the wages they had slaved to earn on hot desert days and frozen winter rides over the last year would be gone in a few days, but they would be days they talked about over the next year’s camp fires as they earned another round of drunken debauchery.

For the unfortunate whores in their path it would be a month of living hell. Most would be beaten several times, many permanently scared and disfigured like One Eye Sally, the oldest whore in town. A large number would end up with various diseases and more than a few would get pregnant, adding another burden in their already dismal lives.

Most of the women worked the streets, many going from tent to tent in the drover’s camps trying to drum up business. If one walked down any alley in town, even in broad daylight you would likely see a sex act being preformed for money.

Next up the scale were the bar whores. They were generally better looking and younger. They paid the bar owner a fee to work his establishment, but tonight all eyes were on the top rung of the whore ladder, the headline performers, and Jacob Greathouse’s Saloon Number 13, or just the 13 as it was commonly called was advertising one, but THREE headliners all available for the bidding.

Hundreds crowded in, all but a handful knowing they didn’t have the resources to buy a headliner even for an hour, at least on the first night. It would take a wealthy man for that, but as the week wore on and the merchandise became more used, it got cheaper. Many were looking to see if they should save some of their hard earned cash for a shot at a headliner later in the week.

The man in the black suit fired a pistol to quit the raucous crowd, “Gentlemen, pay attention, the bidding for the three loveliest women ever to have a cunt in Texas are being offered for your use tonight! Are you ready to spend your money?

A huge cheer erupted as Barbara sat on her haunches back stage in the dark, she could barely make out two other women bound as she was in the gloom. She spoke to the closest of them, “Hello, I am Barbara, Barbara Gordon.”

The shadowy figure next to her answered in a thick Spanish accent, “I am Contesa Consuela Rosita Marie de Vargas of Mexico City! What do you thing these gringo barbarians are doing out there?”

“It can’t be good for us!” Barbara declared. “Who are you? Do you speak English?” she asked the third woman behind the stage.

“I am White Dove, Daughter of Red Hawk, Chief of the Oglala Nation!” came the proud answer just before they were dazzled by light when the door to the stage was opened.

“Bring me the squaw first!” the barker in black demanded and White Dove was led out onstage, the bright lights blinding her as she came out of the dark back stage.

She didn’t need to be able to see to understand the huge amount of lust and testosterone in that room! The raucous cheers, hoots and whistles told the story clearly enough. “Look at this one gentlemen” the barker in black shouted, “This prime squaw can be your for the night gentlemen! Yours to use as you choose as long as you don’t permanently injure her! Look at her ass, look at those firm young breasts!”

She was clad in a skin tight doeskin dress that accented her curves nicely. The barker made her stand with her hands behind her head, breasts thrust out. He reached down and lifted her skirt to her navel, “Look at that bald barely used cunt gentlemen, it is as tight a fuck hole as there is! And she claims to be the daughter of a chief! Put her in the cage and lets see the next item you will be bidding on tonight!”

White Dove was dragged to a cage and shoved inside, “Bring me the Mexican slut!” the barker ordered next and the Contessa was brought out.

“This fresh piece of high class cunt hails from Mexico City and is highly educated men! She can suck your cock in three languages!” the crowd laughed at his crude joke.

“Listen people, my father is a rich powerful man!” the olive skinned beauty shouted, “He will greatly reward the man that frees me! He will make you rich!”

The barker laughed over her, “As you can see, she is a high bred little philly, but her daddy regards her as damaged goods and will not pay to free her! His lose is your gain men, her is your chance to fuck real royalty right here in Sandtown!”

The Fiery Latina noblewoman was clad in a riding habit that clearly showed her charms as her dark eyes flashed at the crowd all clearly wanting between her legs. She too was shoved in a cage to await the coming auction.

As Batgirl was dragged out the barker proclaimed, “While this one is not Spanish or even Indian royalty folks, she is certainly a world class piece of ass! Turn around and grab your ankles slut!”

She started to refuse when she saw Jacob Greathouse at the edge of the stage, in his hand was a bullwhip. He caught her eye and instantly conveyed the message, obey or suffer more than just some added humiliation. Her face a burning crimson Batgirl turned her back to the crowd then slowly leaned forward and grabbed her ankles.

 The short skirt rode up exposing her ass for all to see as the barker ran his hand over her firm ass cheeks and down her thigh. “Look at those long legs men! How would you like those wrapped around you tonight! Once you get this slut going she will hump you silly isn’t that right Mr Greathouse!”

“Indeed!” the huge man laughed, his booming voice carrying over the crowd. “Stroke her right and she screams like a banshee! Everyone from here to the Brazos heard he cum as I fucked her on the way back here!”

A chorus of voices from the men that had accompanied Greathouse on his last expedition to “retrieve” and “rescue” captives rose in the crowd, “She screamed every fifteen minutes as Jacob fucked her!” cried one man. “We didn’t get any sleep when Jacob was fucking her!” added another. A half dozen such calls added to batgirl’s misery as she was led to the cage waiting for her.

“So men, where shall we start? The dusky Mexican Royalty? The red Indian princess, or the red headed screamer from the Brazos region?’ the barker asked the crowd. He got a hundred different answers shouted at him so he turned to Jacob and shrugged.

“Sell off the injun first” Jacob decided.

Another big man pulled White Dove from her cage, “Her name is White Dove gentlemen, who will clip her wings and make her a soiled Dove tonight? Remember you are bidding for the exclusive use of her in any way you see fit as long as you leave no permanent scars or broken bones for twenty four hours! At the end of the twenty four hours you will have the option to purchase another twenty four at the same price!”

“Now where do we start? Do I hear ten dollars?” he asked, nearly every hand in the room went up at that price, “I have ten, do I hear twenty?’. Instantly half as many hands shot up, when the bidding reached one hundred the bidders had thinned out to three, at one hundred and forty only one remained.

White Dove had been rented for a princely sum, about one year’s wages for most of the men in the room. The gambler that had purchased her grinned from ear to ear as he paid his bill. He was led to a small shack attached to the Saloon like Batgirl had been confined in. When he reached it she was shackled to the bed.

“You speak English?’ he asked.

She remained silent, so he slapped her several times until she sobbed, “I speak your vile tongue!”

“Then beg to suck my tally whacker you uppity injun slut!” he demanded. Soon the Indian princess was on her knees with his cock in her mouth.

The bidding for the Mexican girl went just as swiftly, when it reached one hundred dollars a drover came up to Jacob and asked a question, “Sir, me and the fellows was wondering, can several of us chip in and buy her? For the twenty four hours I mean…”

“Well, there ain’t no rules against it” the Barker pointed out. Jacob Greathouse was many things and a lot of them bad, but he was a leader above all else. He realized the common man needed a dream to aspire to, so he allowed it.

The Barker announced, “In the interest of fair play Mr. Greathouse has agreed to allow groups bid on the Contessa since no rule prohibiting was established beforehand! We will establish that whether or not that rule is effect prior to each subsequent auction! As the Contessa’s fate would fall, a group of three cowboys purchased her services for one hundred forty dollars. Greathouse laughed the thought of the haughty Spanish royalty used by six common ranch hands appealed to him greatly. She would be broken by the experience, it was a good decision he decided.

She was dragged to a shed as well and chained to the bed, she could hear White Dove screaming short choppy yelps as she was introduced to anal rape and the Contessa knew her turn was coming, and it came shortly as she found herself on her knees between two men, one buried in her cunt and another in her throat as she was shoved back and forth between them as the other four lined up behind them.

It was Batgirl’s turn next and the Barker announced, “This one is for a single buyer only, but we will rotate, she will be available for group purchase in twenty four hours unless the original winner exercises his option for the next period. Now who will start the bidding for the last of our headline whores?”

“Bend over again slut!” Jacob commanded, “Let them see the merchandise whore!” He strode to the center of the stage and pulled her spectacular tits out over her corset. The bidding jumped to nearly two hundred dollars instantly.

Barbara watched with tear filled eyes as she was sold to a cruel looking buffalo hunter named Hank Trent. Trent was known as a cruel man, he had at least two Indian wives and they were often seen half whipped to death.

Trent was a big man, second only to Jacob Greathouse in these parts and he claimed his prize right on the stage, dragging her to her shack in spite of her dragging her feet and grabbing at everything she could, but it was futile.

He flung her on her cot, as she cowered from the huge man while he removed his clothes. As he did the stench from his unwashed body was overwhelming. She saw he was heavily muscled and his cock which was still semi flaccid, and already seven inches long.

“Greathouse says you’re a screamer” he intoned “We will see slut, we will see.” He dragged her to him with the chain around her neck, his stinking cock in her face, “I expect you know how to suck a cock don’t you bitch!”

She felt his cock swelling to its full size in her mouth and throat as he proclaimed, “You might make a passable whore yet! Now work that tongue whore, and spend some times on my balls!”

While his sack was big it was nowhere as big as Greathouse’s, something that oddly stirred a sense of pride in her. Something inside her made her proud the man that owned her had bigger balls and a cock than this bastard!

She began to bob her head up and down his shaft hoping to mollify him, perhaps this would not be as bad as those other women where getting, she could hear them screaming in pain as their renters raped them nearby.

But once his cock was fully erect her hopes were dashed. He flipped her over onto her stomach, her legs dangling over the side of her crude bed. He forced her legs apart and positioned herself behind her. But it wasn’t her cunt he was going to use first, she felt his massive cock head against her puckered rear entrance and tried to squirm away, “NNNOOO!!” she screamed pitifully, “Please don’t, I’ll suck your cock like its never been sucked before” she offered, “Please use my pussy instead, please” she pleaded.

But it was a waste of oxygen, he pressed forward and she was trapped against the beds crude frame. He slowly rammed his cock into her ass, getting the swollen purple head past her outer defenses, then using his weight to ram in deeper.

“MY GAWD YOU ARE TIGHT!” he exclaimed as he raped her ass while she cried under him. “Greathouse must have not used your ass or you would be a lot looser like you are going to be from now on! I love dry fucking a stupid whore’s ass, it teaches them where they belong, impaled on a man’s cock! It is all you are good for, that and having whelps! Maybe tonight you will get pregnant with my child! If it is a female she will whore beside her mother some day, but if it is a son I will claim him and raise him to use women like you for the whores they are!”

He finally sent a geyser of cum deep in her bowels as he berated her and her gender over and over again. When he finished he laid on her cot, and pointed at his cock, once again semi rigid. “Lick it clean, then climb on and fuck me slut! Use that cunt like it was intended! Rub it as you ride me slut!”

She once again took him into her mouth and soon he was as hard as a rock. He pulled her up onto him by her chain, “Ride a real man’s cock whore, know what it is like to be used as god intended! Be glad you were bought by a real man, not one of those whimpering cattle herders!”

She thought about telling him he was neither as big nor as skilled at fucking a woman as Jacob Greathouse, but she knew she would just be beaten for saying it.

Then she had a plan, “OOOWWW” she moaned as she straddled him, “My god you are so big!” She slid up and down on his fuck staff fingering herself. It didn’t take to much to get her cunt started anymore it seemed, and Trent’s cock was not a small one as she enveloped it with her warm wet fuck hole.

“JESUS GIRL! YOUR CUNT IS NEARLY AS GOOD AS YOUR ASS!” he shouted, “RIDE ME SLUT! RIDE A REAL MAN! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF MY COCK NOW WHORE!”

“OWWWW!” she cried as she neared an orgasm of her own, “GOD YOUR COCK IS SO BIG! FUCK ME WITH IT FUCK ME! OOOOWWWWWWWWWW GGGGAAAAWWDDDD!” she wailed as she squirted over his fuck pole, her cunt slick now, sliding easily over his shaft until he came too!”

“There bitch!” he crowed, “There is the baby I promised you! Keep riding my cock like the slut you are!”

She collapsed forward onto his chest, panting, rubbing his massive chest. “That was amazing!” she proclaimed as she continued to squirm and hump his still semi hard cock. “Do you have another load in you?”

Her cunt felt so warm and wet he was reluctant to stop. “Come on buffalo skinner, skin this pussy one more time if you can!”

“You miserable harlot!” he laughed, “You are a whore aren’t you?”

 He rolled over on top of her, “If you liked riding my cock you’re going to love this slut!” he proclaimed as he reentered her warm slick hole, his cock growing stiff again in her tight cunt.

“FUCK ME BIG MAN FUCK ME!” Batgirl cried as her engorged clit let her know it was about to cum again. He increased his tempo and then she felt him tense up just as he blew his load into her again, “if you wasn’t pregnant before you will be now slut!”

He rolled off of her, spent. “Fetch me a jug whore!” he ordered. She started to grab her clothes to cover herself, “No, go like that, let them see my seed dripping down your legs so when your belly swells up they will know who fathered your bastard child! No go and be quick, don’t dawdle slut! And don’t stop to fuck someone else you cheap little slut, I paid for exclusive rights!”

“yes Sir!” she answered, “I will be right back, see if you can get that cock of yours back up, I have a mind to ride it again if you can!”

“it will be ready soon enough you greedy skut!” he laughed, now fetch me my whiskey bitch!”

The walk through that saloon was the most humiliating few minutes of her life. As she entered the boisterous crowd went completely silent the noise fading quickly as she made her way to the bar carrying her own chain. She stood there, cum leaking down her legs from her ass and cunt, more of the white slime drying on her chin and in her hair.

“Mr. Trent wants a jug” she stated simply. She tried to ignore them, but their eyes seemed to burn into her soul, her spirit sank almost completely as she was handed the jug. She turned and walked back out of that room with hundreds of eyes soaking the humiliating sight of her fetching whiskey for the man who just paid to use her as a whore leaking his seed in puddles on the saloon floor.

“Be brave!” she thought, “THIS WILL WORK DAMN IT! BE BRAVE!” She made her way back to the shack where Trent was laying on his back, his big cock at full attention once again.

“Give me  that jug and climb on this cock you like so well whore!” he demanded.

Batgirl fucked and sucked the huge buffalo hunter for a few more hours until exhaustion and drink finally collapsed the big man into a snoring heap.

“Here is the chance!” she decided, it was now or never! She carefully gathered some clothes, she even snuck out with his pistol and ammo pouch and powder horn. She also took his huge bowie knife. Then she smashed the jug over his head, he wouldn’t be waking up for hours, if at all. She made her way past the next shed, the one with the Indian White Dove and her “customer”. The Indian girl sat in the door of her hovel sobbing.

Barbara startled her, but she didn’t cry out. Batgirl asked, “Are you Alright?”

“I am disgraced I will never be alright again” she declared, but that bastard inside will never defile another woman, he is dead and I will be too when they find his stinking carcass! But that is preferable to the fate Greathouse would have for me! I die grateful one less is alive!”

“No, you are coming with me instead!” Batgirl insisted. “I have a plan, maybe we can find your people!”

“T…they would not have me now” the Indian Princess answered softly, “But perhaps I would get the chance to kill more of these bastards! I will go with you!”

The two women managed to break the post Dove was chained to using an axe Barbara found without raising an alarm. “What about the Contessa?’ White Dove asked. The town had grown quiet now, most everyone it was drunk and passed out.

“We can’t leave her behind” Batgirl agreed.”The bastards would take our escape out on her!

The Indian maiden snuck into the last shack where the other captive was held. They caught a break, two of her “Clients” were asleep, unfortunately however one was on top of the Spanish girl.

The two men in the cabin never knew what hit them and they were soon trussed up on the fllor. The third cowboy walked into a shovel swung by the Contessa as he returned from the outhouse thinking he was ready for another go at the Spanish lady.

The three women crept to the livery stable and picked three fine horses after liberating enough weapons and provisions for them to survive in the wilderness.

“Where are we going?” the Contessa asked as they crept out of town leading their horses.

“I need to get back where I was captured along the Brazos river under a big bluff” Batgirl answered. Then she asked White Dove, can you find it? I have some things there I need to recover, it might help us! I guess we are outlaws now!”

“I can find the river” the Indian answered, “What is it that is so important to you?”

“I will explain on the way” batgirl responded truthfully, “But it is a long story and if I tell it to you without having the items you will not believe me!”

The men in the shacks were not discovered until late morning, most of the inhabitants of Sandtown were hung over and slept late. Jacob Greathouse was enraged, everyone was demanding their money back from the previous night, but that wasn’t what enraged him. What angered him was the embarrassment of allowing those bitches he had spent so much time and effort, not to mention money to capture had escaped! He vowed to track them down if it took the rest of his life as he refunded the money to his clients, prorated of course for the several hours they had used his merchandise. He thought to himself, “I should be beating you assholes for letting my property get away!” as he did.

“All of you have a fifty dollar credit on the house as well!” he announced, “For your suffering. You can use it for whores, booze or gambling as you see fit!” That announcement got him a round of cheers from the throng.

“Now I will pay two dollars a day for anyone that will ride with me to retrieve those bitches!” he proclaimed, “And each man on this posse will get some pussy too!” He soon pounded out of town with a twenty man posse to chase down his property.

 Chapter Eight

Techno fired up his device as Robyn washed down a couple more pills with a shot of whiskey, fully expecting another failure like so many times before. They had went through this a hundred times before, Techno would fire up his machine and search for Batgirl, but never finding a trace of her.

Robyn was beginning to think he was stalling, just using her as a fuck toy and to steal for him.

Techno fired up the machine again and forced open a small portal and sending a small sensor through with an antenna looking for an electronic signal, the only hope they really had of finding batgirl after all this time. It had been nearly nine months now; Robyn was slipping into depression, using more and more alcohol and drugs they were giving her. It had been nearly nine months batgirl had been missing.

He was about to shut it down after speaking into the device he had developed to speak to Batgirl if she ever activated her bat communicator. “Hello Batgirl, come in if you can hear this! Please answer if you are receiving this signal! We are trying to retrieve you, but we can’t locate your exact position!”

Batgirl and her new friends had escaped the town cleanly and with Dove’s prowess they avoided the Comanche’s as well. They had dropped off the face of the earth as far as their pursuers could tell. Greathouse had to pay off his posse sending most of the men home with just money instead of the pussy they had been promised. He did keep a half dozen that he sent into the field to keep looking for the women, “Don’t come back until you capture them” he warned. “And I want them alive and in one piece too!”

Then something strange began to happen in the territory. Bad people were being captured and handed over to the authorities in Austin. Stage Coach and bank robbers were showing up trussed up and delivered in the dark of night, all babbling about three women that were attacking the lawless element in the territories.

They told of a Spanish woman wielding a sword and a whip so expertly she could defeat gunmen, she wore a tight riding habit and a black mask, and was an expert marksman as well!

And they told of an Indian woman in a short doe skin dress who handled a knife and a tomahawk better than any savage they had ever seen. She could ride a horse and shoot arrows from under its neck at a full gallop, it was said she could hit a sparrow in flight as she raced across the plains.

But the one that caused the most gossip and chatter was the one dressed in a skin tight black costume hugging her curvaceous body with a cape and a cowl covering features that used all sorts of strange weapons. The one with the big yellow bat emblazoned on her chest!

The Spanish one they called her the “Queen of Swords” and the Indian became known as “Tomahawk”, the black clad woman was simply called “Batgirl” by the now fearful criminals. Everyone who plied in the human trafficking trade felt their wrath, criminals were being rounded up and turned over to honest officials and judges by the score.

Then came that fateful day when Batgirl was messing with her bat communicator trying to see if she could replicate it, it would give her new comrades a big advantage, when it blared to life….

“Batgirl can you hear this! If you can hear this please respond!” the voice she recognized as Techno’s said.”Please respond Batgirl, Robyn is here, we are trying to get you back!”

Her trembling hand keyed the mike, “R…Robyn is there?” she said.

The Girl Wonder’s voice came back over the device, “Batgirl is that really you? Oh my God I had nearly given up hope! We are trying to get you back, we may be able to now that we found you!”

“Robyn, are you OK there with Techno” Batgirl asked cautiously, “Is he holding you?’

“NO!” Robyn shot back, and she gave a pre arranged signal, a short cough, that told Batgirl Robyn was in no immediate danger, but that Barbara need to be wary still “We have an agreement, I will explain once you are home” Robyn exclaimed overcome with emotion, “It is so good to hear from you, I need you back here so bad…”

 Will Techno retrieve Batgirl from the past? Will the three heroines escape the posses chasing them led by Jacob Greathouse? What will become of Robyn and Wonder Woman?

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