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Batgirl and the Sex Vampire

By L’Espion

Barbara Gordon, the superheroine known as Batgirl, struggled to escape the shackles that held her fast. She was stretched tight, her body held in the shape of an X by chains secured to her wrists and ankles. Just as important was the fact that a nasty apparatus resembling a medieval brank had been forced into her mouth.

It was a cruel device consisting of a metal bar that depressed her tongue making the uttering of any sound other than a grunt impossible. The bar was held in place by a metal cage that fitted her head like a helmet, allowing her to see but fastened at the back of her head. It was a frightening contraption; preventing the uttering of any sound other than a muffled grunt.

The details of her capture were somewhat vague. She had a confused memory of swinging to the top of the Gotham City library and then everything was rather bewildering. She could remember a powerful arm clamping her throat so tightly she could barely breathe; and then before she had time to react a damp cloth had been pressed tightly over her mouth and nose. That was the last thing she could remember until she had awakened in her present situation.

Somehow she had ended up at the very top of the bell tower of Gotham City’s largest cathedral. It was an impressive spire, some three hundred feet above the nave of the cathedral and accessible only by climbing a staircase of several hundred steps. Since the cathedral was located on one of the highest points of land within the city she was afforded a spectacular view of the cityscape. Right now, however, taking in the nighttime panorama of Gotham city was last on her list of priorities. Escaping from whoever or whatever had captured her certainly was.

She jerked hard at the chains that held her, but as on her many previous attempts she succeeded in doing little more than working up a sweat. Failing to break free, her mind turned to whoever had captured her. Her first question was how he had managed to transport her to where she was. Not a single item of her costume had been removed and the time on her wristwatch told her that barely an hour had passed since she had been ambushed. Transporting her from the roof of the library to the top of the cathedral would have required considerable athletic ability, not to mention some means of traversing half the city in a remarkably short time. There was also the fact that the shackles clamped to her wrists were padded. Her captor apparently did not wish to harm her. However, the padding did not make escape any easier. In fact it meant her wrists were gripped so tightly that slipping her hands free was absolutely impossible.

Everything was all very fuzzy. She could not remember being carried to where she was, but somehow her captor had managed it. That gave her some clue as to his abilities. Whoever had ambushed her had been very strong and the fact that he had carried her up several hundred yards of staircase was even greater proof of that. The question was who he was and why had he brought her to such a strange location? Even more important why had he shackled her the way he had and when was he going to return?

That last thought was the most worrying. Almost certainly he had not gone to the trouble of rendering her insensible, transporting her halfway across Gotham City, and chaining her in one of the most prominent if unusual locations of the city without planning to return.

Her stomach lurched a bit at that thought, especially as that sent her mind to facing the one fear that she had been deliberately avoiding; and that was the fact that what had sent her out on patrol that night was a search for a sexual predator who had been plaguing the city. She strained against the chains again, instinctively seeking to escape the fate she was certain awaited her; a fate that would probably occur sooner rather than later.

Very little was known about mysterious marauder other than the results of his attacks. He targeted young and attractive women; all of his attacks occurring late at night. There had never been a single recorded case of an attack during the day. Fortunately, he seemed content with merely violating his victims; if the word “fortunate” could be applied to any young woman who had been brutally raped.

An aspect of the attacks that had the police puzzled was their affect on the victims. It was information that had been withheld from the public, but Barbara, using her connection as the daughter of the Gotham City Police Commissioner, had managed to learn all of the details. Thus she had discovered that other the victims were not only physically attractive, but were also highly athletic. Without exception the women who had been targeted had been members of various sporting organizations or engaged in extreme sports at the highest levels.

She had also learned that in every case the women who had suffered these attacks could remember almost nothing of them and those who could spoke in such confusing terms that their stories were given little credibility. However, there were some details that seemed consistent among all of the victims. One was that they distinctly remembered being violated by an attacker whose physical dimensions were heroic. Another was that the violations left them so physically drained that it took them a week of complete rest to recover. And finally, and paradoxically, all of the women seemed strangely exhilarated by the ordeal, many of them expressing a profound desire to repeat the experience.

Needless to say, this final fact was one that the authorities and the victims themselves had decided to keep secret. There was also one other very baffling detail and that was that none of the victims could remember anything about the physical appearance of what the authorities were secretly calling the “Phantom Rapist,” other than the fact that he was massively endowed; large enough in fact that most of the victims suffered trauma similar to those endured during childbirth. This confusing collection of facts filled Barbara with both curiosity and dread. Who was the mysterious Phantom and how had he managed to catch her so completely by surprise? As she tugged once more at her restraints she reflected that it appeared certain she was going to find out whether she wanted to or not.

Once again, she checked her bonds. She was chained at the wrists and ankles, the end links of the chains secured to staples driven into the stone that arched over her. That told her something else; that her captor had prepared this place in advance. It was just possible that the tower was the place where all of the other victims had been brought. That sudden insight did not do her the least bit of good. She was still tightly shackled, unable to move more than a few inches in any direction. Above her head she could see the great bells of the tower, something she also found a little disturbing. What would happen if they were put into motion? She imagined her eardrums would break at the very least, a not particularly comforting thought. She noted that there were no bell pulls which indicated that the bells were probably rung by small motors. Fortunately, the bells were only wrung on Sundays and on special occasions. She had a few days at least before she would be faced with that danger and by then she very much doubted she would still be where she was.

Another tug at the chains and another had her sweating beneath her skintight costume. She is getting me nowhere, she thought. She hated to admit it, but she needed help, and needed it soon. Whoever did this is going to return. And I have to find a way out of this mess before that happens or I’m screwed. The last thought was quite literal. It seemed almost certain that she had been captured by the Phantom and just as certain that he had placed her where she was for a reason; a reason she did not care to think about.

A slight sound behind her had her twisting in her chains to see what had made it, however there was not quite enough slack for her to turn far enough to catch sight of whatever it was. However, she did not have to be able to see what was behind her to know what the sound was and when it came again her fears were confirmed. Her stomach tightened and her throat went dry when she realized that there was someone right behind her.

“Ha, ha, ha!” This time the low chuckle she had heard the first time was a full fledged laugh and its sinister tones sent shivers down her spine. “So, the little bat is awake and active. I must say your recovery is much more rapid than I anticipated, but what else should I have expected from Gotham City’s foremost heroine?”

The voice was deep and well modulated with just the hint of an east European accent. She detected movement and knew that the speaker was moving toward her. Once again she attempted to twist her body to view what was behind her, but whoever was there managed to keep out of sight in spite of her best efforts. And then, quite suddenly he was close enough to feel his body heat. This time she had no trouble catching sight of him and what she saw filled her with horror.

Whatever it was she knew at once that it was not human; at least not the sort of human she was used to. Muscled like a bodybuilder it stood close to eight feet tall and was completely naked, leaving no doubt as to whether it was male or female. Between its legs swayed a very large and clearly engorged male member. She swallowed, her throat tightening as she noted not only the unusual size of the monster’s phallus, but also the fact that it was knurled like that of a club.

The creature’s skin was pale; almost like that of an albino and she guessed that it probably avoided sunlight; a supposition that had her immediately thinking of vampires. But those don’t exist. Do they? But if not then what am I seeing?

She noted the other details of the being that stood before her; the fact that its fingers and toes ended in sharp raptor-like talons, and when it grinned at her it revealed long sharp fangs. This close she could smell the creature’s sweat. It had a not unpleasant odour, a sort of leathery musk that reminded her of the time she had gone with a friend to shop for western gear.

Dressing up as a cowgirl, however, was now the farthest thing from her mind especially when the creature spoke again. “I see you have recovered. I feared I may have drugged you too heavily and that would not fit well into my plans.”

The creature smiled again, a mannerism that the helpless Batgirl found far from reassuring. “I can see from your eyes that you have many questions about me. If you give me your word not to scream I will remove the brank from your mouth; at least for now. It may be necessary to replace it shortly. Just nod your head if you agree. I know that the code you heroines live by will insure that you will keep your word.”

Barbara nodded. What else could she do? To have the brank removed even for a few moments would give her immense relief; and as her captor had said she did have many questions. She gave her head a slow nod.

The creature reached forward and removed a pin at the back of her head, releasing the brank. As it did so she realized that it was wearing one article of clothing, an elaborate ring set with an emerald stone was on its middle finger. However, jewellery was not really on her mind at the moment. It took her several seconds before she was able to speak, but when she could she looked up at the monster hovering over her and gasped out her questions. “What are you? And why are you doing this?”

“What am I?” the creature chuckled. “I have many names. Some call me incubus; others ordog or alp. If you wish a name call me Sholon. It means hunter in the language of the ancients.”

Barbara knew what an incubus was, but the huge creature that had her in its power hardly fitted her image of the imp usually pictured in fantasy comics. She swallowed before speaking, trying to order her thoughts. Her gut clenched as the full meaning of the creature’s words struck home. “An incubus? You mean a creature that violates young women while they sleep?”

The monster smiled again, an act that sent chills down Barbara’s spine. “Think of me as a vampire. But a vampire that needs no blood to survive, but instead survives on the energy generated during the act of making love.”

“Rape is not love,” Barbara countered. She wondered how long she could keep the monster talking. She was certain Batman would be on patrol somewhere. Perhaps if she could keep her captor talking long enough help would arrive.

“You will find out that it is,” the monster argued. “And would you prefer that I take your blood instead of fathoming the delights of your sex? You are at my mercy and I will enjoy you to the full.”

Barbara thought frantically. There must be something she could do to delay what appeared to be inevitable. “You cannot do this. You are speaking of rape, not mating or making love. There can be no love if your partner is not willing.”

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” the creature sneered. “I have survived for centuries feeding on the sexual energy of others, hiding during the day and feasting at night. Once I was less than an eighth of the size I am now. But as each century passed I have grown. Only a few centimeters a century at first, but now more quickly as my access to women has increased. Such an existence has not always meant easy hunting. But now I have found a society where women roam so freely that I can dine at will and soon no one will be strong enough to stop me. In a short time I will be able to hunt openly without fear of being hunted down.”

“What do you mean?” Barbara asked. Sholon’s words sent a shudder through her. His boast indicated that the monster might be far more than just a serial rapist.

“I mean that after centuries of incremental development I have reached a tipping point. The addition of a few more victims and my strength will rival that of the greatest of your superheroes, namely Superman. And I will not be crippled by any weakness to kryptonite.”

This is madness, Barbara thought. I’ve got to stop him. But how could she? Even now the vampire was extending his talons toward her. Her already sweating body seemed to heat even further and there was a strange stirring in her loins; a stirring that should not have been there given the circumstances. What’s happening to me? I should be feeling revulsion; not this strange attraction.

“You feel it don’t you, my little bat?” Sholon purred. He was close enough to her now that she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

“I feel nothing,” Barbara lied. She swallowed. Sholon’s presence was overwhelming. His body mass was large enough to make three of hers and he radiated power and sensuality. Sensuality? I can’t be having these thoughts. The bastard is going to rape me.

“You lie,” Sholon retorted, “and I will prove you lie.” He placed his hand on her shoulder and ran his taloned fingers over her collarbones until he reached the curve of her breasts. “You have the body of a goddess. It is made for the act of love. And no matter how much you deny your arousal your body betrays you.”

He moved his hands; one going to the space between her thighs and the other rising to cup her left breast. “Stop that,” Barbara protested. To her chagrin a revealing warmth spread through her loins and her nipples stiffened.

“I can feel your female heat,” Sholon taunted. “And in spite of the fact that your costume hides very little, I think it is time to see what it actually conceals.”

“Don’t do this,” Barbara warned. “What you are doing is wrong. To preserve your own life by robbing others of their life force is evil, especially as it requires that you take them against their will.”

“We have already discussed that. What I do insures my survival and as you are about to learn making use of the sexual energy of young women can be enjoyable not just for me but for you as well. Before I am finished you will be begging me for more.”

“And now,” he concluded. “I have allowed you to delay me enough. Morning is some eight hours off and I intend to enjoy you for almost every moment of that time. We will see if you truly are a heroine or just another weak woman.”

Barbara tried to pull back as Sholon raised his hand, his talons extended, but the chains held her struggling body fast. Visions of being torn to shreds flashed through her mind, but Sholon had no intention of damaging his prize. With a flash of his talons he cut through the tough material of her utility belt and then proceeded to shred her costume.

His struck with the precision of a surgeon, each movement of his clawed hands peeling her costume away from her body and left it in rags at her feet. In just seconds he exposed her trembling body until she was left with just her gloves, boots and cowl.

“You monster,” she raged. “You will not get away with this.” But even as she spoke her eyes were drawn to the immense organ that swung between his legs. It had grown even larger, almost impossibly so. It rose at a forty-five degree angle, a bead of moisture gleaming like a jewel at its tip.

That thing will kill me, Barbara thought. It’s impossibly huge.

Barbara had experienced the horror of being captured and raped before, but she had never faced any man equipped with a phallus of such impressive proportions. She could not believe that even a small part of it could fit inside her.

“I see you are admiring my staff; and so you should,” the Sholon observed, following the direction of her gaze. “You are about to become intimately acquainted with it.” As he finished speaking he stroked his thick shaft. To her horror its dimensions increased further, adding to her terror. “You can’t put that thing in me,” she protested. “It will tear me apart.”

“Relax my little bat,” Sholon soothed. “You will find this goes much easier if you do not fight it.” He moved closer to her as he spoke. She was now just seconds away from being savagely ravaged, but she could not help letting a small moan of fear and arousal escape her lips as Sholon removed the shackles from her ankles.

“You feel it don’t you?” the vampire asked. “The heat rises within you as I knew it would. Your body will soon be joined to mine in the most perfect of unions.”

“No,” Barbara shouted. She heaved her body violently in one last desperate effort to escape. But her reaction resulted in the return of a former indignity.

“I can’t have you making that noise,” Sholon said disapprovingly. “What I am about to do may be a little painful at first. As you have obviously observed I am somewhat large and it might take you a few minutes to adjust. I would not wish for you to betray your oath and so I think this is in order.”

Barbara let out a muffled cry of protest as the brank was replaced. It made making any articulate sound impossible. She could only gurgle in protest and then moan in fear as her captor proceeded to the next stage.

Too late she realized that in her fear and confusion she had missed her chance to deliver a good kick to Sholon’s testicles. Her feet were now free of the shackles, but she could only kick frantically in a frenzied effort to break free as he bent and then lifted her by the ankles. She struggled desperately as he parted her legs and then shifted his grip to her thighs, supporting her easily as he prepared to take her.

God no! It’s too big. Much too big.

But her silent protests and frantic struggles were wasted. As Sholon touched the tip of his monstrous organ to the velvet folds of her labia she whimpered in fear.

“Calm yourself, Batgirl,” Sholon murmured. “You cannot prevent what is going to happen, but you can make it so much easier by doing what your body desires.”

My body does not desire this, Barbara thought. But even as that idea crossed her mind she knew that she was lying. Her loins felt as if they were on fire and the moisture of passion flowed within her.

Sholon pushed against her, his phallus parting her labia. Barbara struggled in terror. No! No! But she was helpless to prevent Sholon from having his way.

He took her slowly, giving her body time to adjust to his abnormal dimensions, but this small act of mercy had little affect so far as Barbara was concerned. As Sholon had predicted she made more than a little noise, but the brank muffled her screams as he entered her.

Pain of unbelievable dimensions tore through her body and she shrieked in agony as her tight nether region was forced to accommodate Sholon’s massive staff. She arched back so sharply that for an instant she thought her spine would break, the nipples of her full rounded breasts pointing toward the great bells above her.

Sholon grunted with the effort of penetrating her. “So tight,” he muttered. “You grip me like a vise. So much pleasure; so much energy.”

Barbara clamped her jaws on the metal bar of the brank. For a few seconds she thought her teeth would break. Drool ran from one corner of her mouth and she continued to grunt in pain. And then something quite unexpected occurred. As Sholon drove deep within her the pain faded to be replaced by a sensation she had never expected.

What Sholon was doing to her was still agonizingly painful. She panted, her breath coming in short gasps as she fought the pain, but now something else was happening as well. Eclipsing the throbbing agony, a sensual heat spread through her body. In spite of the incredible size of Sholon’s member she moaned in pleasure as he drove into her.

“That’s it, my little heroine, let it take you,” Sholon urged. “Let the fever of desire take you.”

Barbara screamed as he forced his way ever deeper into her, but it was a scream of pleasure as well as pain as her body responded to the vampire’s spell. In spite of the pain she had never felt so completely aroused. Her body demanded more and she began to move in time to his thrusts, inviting him to take her ever deeper. Arching her back sharply she clamped her legs about his waist and dug her heels into the small of his back attempting to force the vampire even deeper within her.

Sholon needed little encouragement; driving so hard into her that for a few seconds she thought he would tear her apart. But overriding her pain was a fevered need for even more. No! This can’t be happening! With a sudden uncontrollable surge her loins contracted and she experienced the first of several orgasms.

Sholon moaned and seemed to grow even larger. He was deeply, painfully inside her, his swollen member thrusting ever deeper, penetrating almost to her womb. Barbara gasped in ecstasy and then a white light flashed before her eyes as her life-force was drained from her and then everything went black.

Sholon watched as the woman he had just raped slowly regained consciousness. He had released her from the chains and removed the brank, partly as something of a reward for her services, and partly because what he had just experienced was beyond anything any other woman had ever given him. It must be true what was said about superheroines; that they were unlike any other women. Even this one, without a single special ability, was beyond anything he had expected.

“It’s been so long,” he muttered. So long since he had found anyone worthy of him. How long had it been? Six centuries since…. Since they had caught and burned Larinya. Of course, she was already dead. They had driven a stake through her heart first.

He had been helpless then to save her. There were too many of them and he had not nearly the strength he had now. And besides, they had come in daylight. He could only watch helplessly from his hiding place as they tore open Larinya’s crypt. That scene had burned in his memory for six hundred years, but he had never found anyone to match his Larinya, the only woman he had ever turned.

But now he had another. Someone who matched the qualities of his long dead mate. Someone who would be a worthy companion in the empire he intended to create. One in which he ruled all mankind and in which an endless number of young women would see to his needs and his mate would be served by a similar number of young men. All he had to do to turn her was to taste her blood in the traditional vampire ritual and she would be bound to him.

He licked his lips as he looked down at her. Even now, bled of much of her strength she radiated defiance. Even the draining of much of her sexual energy had failed to completely subdue her. She moved slightly as he watched, moaning as consciousness returned. Even in defeat she was magnificent, her large, rounded breasts seeming to defy gravity as she moved and her smooth supple body radiating strength. He made up his mind. He would make her his in mind, body and soul. She would rule beside him and presidents and prime ministers would bow before them.

But first it would be a shame not to enjoy her just once more before completing the final ritual.

Barbara moaned as consciousness slowly returned. It took her a few moments to remember where she was and what had happened to her. But as she pushed herself to a sitting position every painful moment came hurtling back to her. She groaned, and was surprised to find that the brank had been removed as well as the chains that had shackled her wrists. She was somewhat confused by this until she realized that she could hardly move.

Her loins felt as if someone had driven a truck into her, but she forced herself to look up at the monster who had violated her. The vampire looked down at her like a hungry wolf that has just been released into a sheep paddock.

“Your powers of endurance are most remarkable, Batgirl. I have never had a woman regain her senses so quickly after one of my sessions. Even the supposedly insatiable Empress of the Russias slept for a full day after I visited her.”

“The Empress of the Russias?” Barbara gasped. “You mean….”

“Indeed,” Sholon interrupted. “I found very few to equal her, but I am pleased to admit that I was wrong. You have exceeded her in every way, and I am much more powerful now than I was in the Eighteenth Century.”

“You are vile,” Barbara gasped. “For ages you have dared to violate defenceless women. You will pay for your crimes.”

“I think not,” the vampire grinned. “In fact I am about to bestow upon you the greatest of gifts; one that will give you immortality.”

Barbara felt her spine turn to ice. “What do you mean?” she asked. But she already knew the answer before Sholon opened his mouth to explain.

“I think you know full well what I mean,” the vampire answered, “but first I think it only fitting that I enjoy you the way you are before taking that final step.”

Barbara tried to scramble to her feet, but she was too debilitated by what Sholon had done to her to escape. He caught her easily, lifting her as if she weighed no more than a child. He forced her to her knees in front of him. “There is more than one reason for removing the brank,” he informed her. “I want to see if those pouting lips can do more than ask stupid questions or utter vain threats.”

Barbara looked up to see the huge phallus of the sex vampire dangling just inches from her face. Even in its depleted state it was enough to instill fear in almost any woman. “I can’t take that,” she protested. It’s simply too big.”

“I think that is what you said the first time,” Sholon replied. “And I had no trouble proving you wrong. Do your best with it and we will see where that takes us.” He reached down and pulled the cowl from her head, allowing her thick auburn locks to fall free. They tumbled halfway down her back and Sholon seized them painfully, pulling her head back and parting her lips. “Get started my little bat or I will deal with you in a more painful manner.”

This threat, and the fact that she had little choice in any case, forced Barbara to respond. Tentatively she lifted her mouth to the tips of his phallus and attempted to do the vampire’s bidding.

She began by touching her lips to the tip of the massive organ and then running her tongue around the head. Not surprisingly it tasted of semen, her own orgasmic juices, and a little of her blood. Being taken by the vampire had not been easy as she was painfully reminded each time she moved.

The action also had another unexpected effect. She was strangely aroused, her loins heating once more as the vampire’s spell once again gripped her. The power of his presence was hypnotic, overwhelming her senses. She eagerly lapped Sholon’s phallus, opening her mouth wide to take in as much of it as she could. Given the size of his organ it was a challenging task soon made harder as her stimulation had the expected effect on the massive member.

Sholon groaned in pleasure as Barbara caressed his throbbing staff, arching back slightly even as he kept his fingers tangled in his captive’s hair to ensure her bidding. She was about as perfect a little cocksucker as he had ever encountered and confirmed his plans for her.

Barbara struggled to accommodate Sholon’s swelling organ. Its very size had her panting with excitement. But mixed with her sexual fervour was intense fear; fear kindled by the memory of what Sholon had already done to her and by what she knew awaited her once she had finished satisfying his carnal desires.

Fully erect Sholon was ready to proceed to the next stage. “It is time,” he murmured, “to grant you immortality.”

Dragging her across the platform he bent her over the stone balustrade of the bell tower. She looked straight down three hundred feet to the hard stone steps of the cathedral entrance. For an instant she thought Sholon meant to force her over the edge. If that had been his intention there would have been nothing she could have done to stop him, but she knew what he wanted immediately as she felt his hands between her legs.

“Stop,” she pleaded. “This is a gross misuse of powers such as you possess.”

“Misuse?” Sholon asked. “I am an incubus, a sex vampire. This is the only way I have ever used my powers. But do not worry. Soon you will share my glorious destiny.”

“No,” Barbara protested. She twisted in his grip in a desperate attempt to escape, but he held her much too strongly.

“I will release you soon,” Sholon promised, “but first there is one more thing.” Barbara whimpered as his hands closed over her breasts and he once again pressed into her.

As her labia were once again parted by Sholon’s shaft Barbara moaned in both pain and pleasure. Her tender love canal was incredibly sore after what Sholon had done to it before, but she was tightly gripped by the vampire’s magic. Even as he drove into her for the second time she arched her back, inviting him to take her fully. Her juices flowed like a waterfall shielding her from much of the pain. She panted as an orgasm slowly built within her, her breasts swelling and her erect nipples standing up like towers. “Oh yes,” she gasped. “Yes, yes.”

When it came it like a bomb exploding within her. She screamed in passion, arching her back into the vampire and then crying out again as he squeezed her breasts while thrusting even deeper within her. At that point she came very close to forgetting what she was. The vampire lust was so strongly upon her it was all she could do to remember who and what she was. If Sholon had chosen that moment to complete his ritual she would have succumbed to it willingly.

But the vampire’s brutal nature came to her rescue, albeit in a manner that she would not have wished on anyone. With a moan of unadulterated pleasure Sholon slid his still tumescent member from his victim’s throbbing vagina. Far from being finished, however, he was just beginning. Removing his hands from Barbara’s bruised breasts he shifted them to the moons of her buttocks and parted them to reveal the tight pucker of her anus.

Barbara realized at once what his target was, and twisted her body in a frenzied attempt to avoid what she knew would be an unbelievably painful intrusion. Sholon, however, shifted his weight forward, pinning her against the balustrade while he continued to spread the cheeks of her backside.

“No,” Barbara shrieked, “it can’t possibly fit.” She was almost paralyzed with fear as he prepared to take her, but in true heroine fashion somehow found the energy to resist.

“I think it will,” Sholon taunted. He gripped her hard, his claws sinking into the flesh of her buttocks as she struggled frantically to escape and then he thrust forward driving his shaft deep within her.

This time her scream split the sky. It seemed that Sholon was no longer afraid that her cries would bring anyone to her rescue, or perhaps he was so close to finishing her that he didn’t care. She screamed again, louder this time if that was even possible and he clamped his hand over her mouth.

“That’s enough of that,” he growled. “I am almost finished with you, but it wouldn’t do to bring Batman or some other interfering superhero here a bit too soon. Once you are turned it won’t matter. No one will be able to stand against the two of us.”

Turned! No, I can’t let that happen. Can’t let this monster get that much power!

She continued to struggle, but her efforts weakened. Impaled by Sholon’s huge cock she was like an insect on the end of a collector’s pin. As he thrust ever deeper into her all she could do was grunt in pain, battling to draw enough oxygen into her lungs through just her nostrils. She felt herself growing faint and knew that if she continued to struggle she would almost certainly pass out. That would be fatal, leaving the vampire free to finish her off. When she awoke he would have already carried out his plan.

In spite of the pain and horror of her ordeal she forced herself to relax, conserving her energy and allowing Sholon to do what he wanted with her. “That’s it my little bat,” Sholon said, mistaking her lack of resistance for compliance. “Let it happen and it will be so much easier for you.”

He seemed to redoubled his efforts, thrusting into her so hard that Barbara thought she was about to be ripped open. Through it all she gritted her teeth, forced her breathing to slow, and waited for her chance.

It came when the vampire climaxed. With a final jerk of his hips he released fully into her, filling her with so much milky fluid that it ran down her legs and formed a pool at her feet. He cried out, sending out a roar that echoed over the sleeping city. For a moment he relaxed his grip on his captive.

Barbara knew that this was her only chance. Twisting in his grip she turned her body to face him and did the only thing she could think of. Facing her was the huge bulk of the vampire, his phallus dripping semen, and dangling below that two testicles the size of baseballs. With what was left of her strength she brought her knees up to her chest, braced herself against the balustrade and then slammed both feet forward.

The effort was immediate and gratifying. With a shriek Sholon doubled over seizing his inured gonads with both hands. For an instant Barbara was free and she did the only thing that might save her. She ducked between his legs and dove into the toward the level just below her.

It was like jumping into a black pit. The level below her was unlit and she came close to ending up in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the bell tower, just catching the edge of the railing that overlooked the precipitous drop to the granite floor three hundred feet below. For an instant she hung there, fighting for a grip and then with a heave that used up what remained of her strength she heaved herself over the railing and onto the platform that circled the bell tower just below the one where she had been chained.

She lay there for a few seconds, too exhausted to move. Above her she could hear Sholon howling with rage and pain. She had hurt him badly, but she doubted that what she had done would affect him for long. The vampire had supernatural strength and probably supernatural powers of healing as well. At best she had only a few seconds, an estimate that was confirmed a few seconds later when she heard Sholon’s voice. “You little cunt. You will pay for that. I was going to take you quickly, but now I am going to kill you as slowly as possible. The result will be the same. You will be mine forever.”

Barbara forced herself to move. She could hear Sholon moving toward the stairs. In just moments he would be upon her, a fact that vampire was equally confident of. “Do not think you can escape me, Bargirl. Your attack momentarily surprised me, but you will soon see that I am fully recovered.”

As she had hoped he did not follow her through the tower opening, his wings taking up too much room for him to fly after her. Instead he was coming down the stairs, giving her a few more precious moments.

She peered into the half-light of her surroundings, looking for what she hoped might be there. Just as Sholon reached the level she was on she spotted it, and ignoring the pain she staggered toward it. Her eyes searched the electrical panel in front of her. Switches. Several of them, but which one was the one that might save her? She took another step closer all too aware of the fact that Sholon was now moving toward her.

He showed no sign that she had done him the least bit of harm. As she had surmised the vampire’s healing powers must be much greater than that of any mortal. He appeared to be in no hurry, confident that she could not escape. “Your efforts have been wasted, my little bat. You have nowhere you can run. All you have succeeded in doing is angering me and you will soon learn that my vengeance is going to be most painful.”

He advanced slowly toward her, clearly enjoying watching his prey scramble frantically away from him. “There is no escape. Only pain.” With one final stride he was upon her, his taloned hand closing on her left shoulder, his claws sinking into her flesh. With a last desperate lunge Barbara’s fingers closed over a switch marked with a red dot. Please let this be the one!

For a second nothing happened and then there was the hum of motors, the turning of gears, and the whining of pulleys. “What…?” Sholon muttered.

It was the last word Barbara heard him utter as sudden, crushing sound thundered around her as the enormous tower bells tolled out their programmed symphony. For an instant Barbara thought her head would explode. She clapped her hands over her ears, wishing she had the high tech earplugs in her utility belt. But that was one level above her and might as well have been a mile away for any good it was going to do her. She staggered toward the stairs, desperate to get away before the overpowering sound completely destroyed her. The bells boomed again and she felt a wetness in her hands as blood ran from her ears. Drops of blood ran from her nostrils and splashed on the stone steps as she stumbled toward the next level. Every thunderous crash felt as if it was driving straight through her.

Behind her she heard a high-pitched inhuman shriek. It was a sound that even registered above that of the bells, and it came again with every peal, penetrating through her palms. Evidently whatever the sound of the bells was doing to her was having a similar effect on the vampire, one that Barbara could not stay to witness.

She ran as fast as she could taking the steps two, three, and even four at a time, and risking a crippling fall as she ran to escape the sound that was threatening to utterly destroy her. How many flights she descended before her strength gave out she had no idea. She only knew that the overwhelming boom of the bells seemed to have hardly lessened as she stumbled and fell. Pulling her hands away from her ears she tried to catch herself, but was unable to prevent her head from slamming into the stone wall of the tower. The bells thundered again and then everything went black.

She awoke in semidarkness. For a second she thought she was still in the tower and then realized that she was lying on something soft. She soon identified it as a bed. She sat up quickly and then realized that was a mistake. Her head swam and her vision blurred and she had to fall back down. She lay there for a minute, regaining control of her senses and then sat up again, this time more slowly. She was in a room lined with stone. No, not lined – the room was stone. She was in a cave. The vampire’s lair? But if so why did she not feel any different? Her hand went to her mouth searching for abnormally long and pointed teeth, but everything felt normal. Her gut clenched as a door at the end of the cave suddenly swung open and a tall, slender man entered.

“Alfred?” she asked incredulously.

“Ah, yes Miss Gordon,” Bruce Wayne’s butler answered. “I trust you are feeling better.”

“I suppose so,” Barbara answered uncertainly. She suddenly realized that she was sitting up in bed and that she was completely unclothed. Blushing furiously, she snatched the covers up to her neck.

Alfred seemed not to have noticed. “Excellent,” he said. “I shall inform the master at once and get you something to eat and drink. First, however, you might want to put this on.” He held out a pajama top.

“Yes,” Barbara stammered, taking it from his hands while still holding the blankets up to her neck. “Thank you, Alfred,” she added, remembering her manners, as the butler left.

A short time later the door opened again and a tall, powerfully built man entered. Barbara’s heart skipped a beat as it always did whenever she was in the presence of Bruce Wayne, Gotham City’s premier crimefighter. “You’re looking much better, Barbara. When I found you I thought you might be dead.”

“I feel fine,” Barbara answered. That was a lie. She was so weak she could hardly move. She supposed she should be thankful that her hearing seemed unimpaired; a miracle considering that she was sure her eardrums had been broken.

“I had doctors from the Wayne Institute tend to you,” Wayne explained. “Your injuries were serious, very serious; and you’ve been kept sedated until today. It appears, however, that you have healed completely and much more rapidly than expected. For obvious reasons I had you treated here rather than in a public facility. As a result your secret identity has been preserved.”

“Of course,” Barbara replied. She was burning to know about Sholon, but at that moment the door opened again and Alfred appeared carrying a tray.

“Just a little soup for now,” the butler stated. “We’ll start you on solid foods when you have a little more strength. The soup should be a good start; it is a special recipe a learned from my mother and it always seems to work the trick when the master is not feeling well.”

Barbara nodded her thanks and tried the soup. Immediately she felt strength flowing back into her.

“You should soon be right as rain,” Wayne smiled. “And then you can get back to your normal routine.”

Barbara put down her spoon. “Just one thing. While I eat can you tell me about the vampire?”

“Vampire?” Wayne answered. “I think you better tell me about that. I don’t know anything about a vampire. I was alerted to your danger by screams coming from the bell tower. Fortunately, I was on patrol in the Batmobile and was able to make it there shortly after the bells started tolling. I had to shut down the bells before climbing the tower and I found you halfway up. You were my first priority and I didn’t return to the tower until I had you in safe hands. When I did I found your utility belt and shredded costume. Other than that there was nothing in the tower except a pile of very fine white dust and this.”

Wayne reached into his pocket and held out his hand palm up. Glittering in the middle of it was Sholon’s emerald ring. “The ring,” Barbara breathed. “The ring. The bells must have disabled him long enough for the sunlight to have killed him.” She reached out and took the ring. Very strangely it seemed far too small to have fitted on any of the vampire’s fingers. Experimentally she tried it on her middle finger. To her surprise it fit perfectly. A strange tingle went up her arm as she did so. “That’s odd,” she muttered. “It should have been far too large for me.”

“Never mind about that now,” Wayne instructed her. “Finish your soup, and then tell me what happened. It sounds like you may have had quite an adventure.”

Barbara did as she was told. The meal went a long way to restoring her strength, and as she set down her spoon an unusual urge came over her. Something was seemed to be missing, and as she looked at Bruce Wayne she suddenly knew exactly what it was.

“Now,” Bruce said. “Do you feel up to telling me what happened?”

“Yes,” Barbara answered. Her eyes narrowed a little as she looked at him and her breathing quickened. “Would you help me sit up a bit more first?”

“Certainly,” Wayne said. He stepped to the side of the bed and reaching behind her adjusted the pillow so that she could sit up straighter. But sitting up straight was not quite what Barbara had in mind.

“What?” Wayne yelped as Barbara’s arms encircled his neck. “Barbara, what are you doing? You should be resting.”

“Oh, I am quite rested enough,” Barbara purred. She pulled him down, forcing his head between her breasts and bit his ear. “Take me,” she ordered. “Take me now.”

Two hours later she lifted her sweating body from Batman’s still figure. He was still breathing, but just barely. She, on the other hand, had never felt so strong or so alive. She smiled and flicked her tongue over her teeth. She could feel the sharp points of her canine teeth now. They hadn’t been there two hours ago. Her smile widened. It was going to be fun to be Vampire Batgirl.