Instruments of War
Chapter 2. Batgirl’s Activation
By Scarlet
WARNING: This story contains sexual situations and violence (nc, MF). It is to be read by adults only. If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further.
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Batgirl struggled to think, as she meticulously finished folding her gray body suit and carefully leaned over to place the clothing, bat-symbol up, on the low, red and black bondage table that already held her carefully arranged gloves, boots, utility belt, and cape. Everything was hazy, as if she were on drugs, so she faired no better with her thoughts than a ship, run aground, attempting to sail. She knew it was the brain worm that caused her to be in this state of mind–aware enough of what was happening that her bright blue eyes were darting around the room looking for an escape route, but unable to act–unable to disobey the orders of an arch-villain to disrobe. She flushed red as she realized that everyone in the room now knew she wore neither panties nor bra beneath her crime-fighting outfit. Batgirl shivered as she straightened up and reached for the sides of her neck to remove the tight black bat-eared cowl with attached red wig that served to protect her true identity, Barbara Gordon, from the rest of the world…or did until a few days ago.
“Leave the cowl, Miss Gordon,” Lex Luthor calmly commanded. “My men and I would prefer you to have some remaining vestige of your heroineship as we take turns rutting with you.” Lex stood behind Batgirl and to her left, still fully dressed in his green and purple battle suit. The rest of the men, a full dozen, were in various states of undress. They were in a hard-wood-floored room with red, carpet-covered walls and filled with additional pieces of red and black bondage furniture. Luthor’s men had been taking turns at ribbing the blue-eyed heroine as she slowly disrobed. Though occasionally boisterous, many of the more derisive comments were made as low whispers–not because of the presence of the bald, green-eyed master villain, but because of the other woman in the room.
“Did Wonder Woman really say she has a boney ass, Lexy?” that other woman asked, dressed in a red and black checkerboard bodysuit. She wore a red and black clown hat with two long dangly horns tipped with white balls, a frilly white hexagonal collar also tipped with white balls, white gloves with frilly wrist coverings, and white high-heeled ankle boots. The buxom woman’s face was painted white with bright red lipstick, like an early 20th century Geisha from Japan, and she wore a small, black, eye mask. “Well, if you ask me, it’s not THAT boney! I can tell from all the boners bobbing about the room that the men don’t agree with the Amazon’s appraisal either,” Harley Quinn chortled as she sat in the throne-like bondage chair on a slightly raised, carpet-covered platform at the back of the room.
Luthor smiled wryly at the Clown Princess of Crime, and then turned his attention back to the near-naked heroine to point out the obvious, “Enough stalling, Batgirl. It is time to have those egglets within your uterus activated by a proper seeding. Pick something to lay on or lean over!”
“Ohhh!!! Do have her use this kneeling bench,” Harley squealed excitedly, nodding to the furniture on the platform with her, just to her right. “I do love to watch a goody-two-shoes get a proper gangbanging!”
“Very well, over there, Batgirl,” Luthor commanded tersely as he pointed to the aforementioned furniture with his right hand. Turning to the jovial villainess, he continued with a slightly softer tone, “But in exchange for that favor, Ms. Quinn, do you think you could help me get ready to start this party? If the Joker wouldn’t mind, that is.” Luthor deftly dropped the “hood” of his armor covering his manhood, shook his hips slightly, and smiled broadly as his large, but flaccid, penis flopped out into the open.
“Didn’t you hear, Mr. Luthor? Mr. J and I kind of broke up the last time he tried to wack me by launching me into space…without a space suit. Fortunately, Poison Ivy had given me some really good plant dust, and here I sit while my former lover rots once again in Arkham Asylum…the place we originally met as madman and psychiatrist,” Harley answered over-sweetly with gleaming blue eyes and a positively evil grin. “So, if you’re asking me to be your fluffer…sure…why not…its all for a good cause.” The acrobatic villainess licked her ruby lips and then quickly warned, “Don’t any of the rest of you louts think you can wave your tools in front of my face without losing them though!”
Luthor grinned boyishly and hastily walked over to stand before Harley and her bondage throne, leaving his men to herd Batgirl over to the kneeling bench. Without a word, Harley Quinn dropped to her knees, sucked Lex’s appendage into her warm, wet mouth, and began bobbing and slurping loudly over the member. Lex was astounded at the psychiatrist’s exquisite couch-side manners. Minutes later, Harley pulled her head back, pumped the now-tumid penis several times with her right hand, and chortled, “My…what a monster you’ve been hiding under that purple and green suit of yours. If he ever gets tired of being fed heroines, do drop by my chambers and I’ll take a turn!”
“Thank you, Harley, I foresee taking you up on that offer sometime very soon,” Luthor said softly, grinning with swollen pride at the villainess’ compliments. With a quick pirouette, Luthor stepped over to stand behind Batgirl and the kneeling bench, which hand now been rotated 180 degrees so that the men could watch each other take their turns with the heroine. Lex reached down under the heroine’s derriere and deftly rubbed his hand over her vulva, allowing his index finger to part her labial lips. “Batgirl, all of these naked men in the room and you’re still sand-paper dry. Why aren’t you aroused? Are you some kind of prude in civilian life?”
“No…I’m not a prude in civilian life…I’m a librarian at Gotham City’s Public Library,” Batgirl answered, astonishing herself, “and I’m not excited because I’m afraid…I know what will happen to me as a result of this!”
“Ahhh! A librarian, that explains the careful laying out of your costume! A professional neat freak!” Luthor spat as he nodded. “And how does one as young as yourself get such a sought after public-service position?”
“My father got me the job,” Barbara Gordon heard herself helplessly answering, “as Police Commissioner he has a lot of influence in the city.” She wanted to die…she just wanted to die…but even that was beyond her ability now.
“Now…now…Miss Gordon, stop fidgeting! We did our homework and figured out who your father is as soon as you told us your secret identity…right after you got the brain worm,” Luthor chuckled. “Now, if I were really evil…I would send you to Commissioner Gordon just before you go to rendezvous with Batman and Robin…hmm…you think he would go for his either his daughter or the mysterious Batgirl, Batgirl?”
“No…he couldn’t…his medicine to control his heart condition leaves him…unable.” If they kept this up…just maybe she could die…from embarrassment, thought Batgirl.
“Shame that…now…what to do…OH! How stupidly simple! Batgirl, I command you to relax…and concentrate on how much fun you’re going to have with all these horny men. Become sexually aroused, my dear young heroine!” Luthor loved how easily the brain worm made taming heroines! After a minute, Luthor again rubbed his hand over the woman’s sex and smiled as he verified her body had obeyed his commands.
Harley Quinn leaned over the right side of her chair and looked Batgirl straight into her eyes. “You better lean over and hold on, girl, because I have a feeling, lubricated or not, that monster is going to hurt the first time in.”
“Screw you, clown-woman!” Batgirl replied tersely, surprising both women.
“Do as she said, Batgirl,” Luthor commanded angrily. When the heroine obeyed immediately, Luthor explained to Harley, “It’s the brain worm. She must immediately obey any command given to her by any MALE. Batgirl, I order you to climax each time you feel one of the men ejaculate…I want to make sure you have a good time!”
Batgirl blushed beet red! She knew her body would obey the command just given. She also knew Harley Quinn had told her the truth–the rape was going to be physically unpleasant, especially at first and towards the end of the long line of men. Standing, not kneeling, her ankles spread wide, she gripped the front cushion firmly with crisscrossed arms as she felt Luthor gently part her labial lips with the tip of his penis. Lex thrust suddenly, burying his member to the hilt with a single powerful thrust. He was rewarded by the sound of Batgirl sucking in air and moaning loudly at the same time.
Harley Quinn cackled wildly as she watched Batgirl’s eyes role back and her mouth flop open to form a huge ‘O’. “OHHHHhhh!!! WOW! This is good! Pound her, Lex! She is really, REALLY feeling you now!
Lex Luthor was much too busy moaning in his own pleasure to pay attention to his female cohort’s advice. Batgirl was tight. Her vagina squeezed around his phallus like a tight silken glove. He pulled out until only the tip of his member remained within her, and plunged hard inward once more. He repeated the process with slow rhythmic thrusts and a slight circular motion for several minutes until he loudly proclaimed, “Be seeded girl…I’m coming!” As his hot semen sprayed deep into Barbara Gordon, he was rewarded with three deep, sigh-like moans announcing her own climax, and a deluge of tears streaming down her reddened face indicating she understood her fate was now sealed.
Luthor stumbled back away form the heroine, simply announcing, “Next!” He quickly closed his “hood” and sat at the footstool in front of Harley to catch his breath as he watched Sims, a black ex-football player, take his turn. After a few minutes of hard rutting, Sims spewed his load, and Batgirl once again sang her song of pleasure and humiliation.
Cortez was next. He was a middle-aged man of Mexican decent. “Hey, Mr. Luthor, I’m gonna do her ass…okay? I no like splashing in other men’s spunk.”
“No, Cortez, I want all of your loads deposited in her womb, where the egglets can use the DNA,” Luthor replied tersely.
“Lexy, your right,” Harley Quinn quipped, “let’s keep her sphincter un-stretched so that we don’t leave signs for Bats and Boy Wonder to notice. One of the two of them is bound to want to go…exploring…there…if that scene turns into a threesome. However, I might suggest that any of your men who want to drop a second load could use the girl’s mouth.”
Luthor roared loudly with laughter and pronounced, “Alright, those of you who are still horny after your first fuck can make her give you a blow job. She’ll do a good job if you tell her exactly how you want it done.”
Cortez grumbled under his breath, but did as he was told. He plunged his tool into the sobbing heroine until he too ejaculated, and was rewarded with Batgirl’s howl of pleasure. The next man, a skinny white Skinhead type took his place behind the engine of the train.
“Lex, I’ve been thinking about a needed adjustment to your plan. Can I let you know my thoughts, without pissing you off,” Harley asked softly so that Luthor’s men, busy with their gangbanging, couldn’t hear.
“Sure, Harley…what’s up?” Luthor asked, somewhat distracted as Sims had stepped up and was instructing Batgirl on how he wanted her to orally pleasure him.
“If you send Batgirl to Batman and Robin as you planned tomorrow, they may realize their gonads are about to burst and go to the hospital before your other heroines have had a chance to get the brain worm and mate with the other Justice League males after the post-insemination incubation period,” Harley explained quickly. “The Justice League could end up being forewarned before your plan is fully activated. Hold Batgirl an extra day, and she still has time to role in the hay with Bats and Boy Wonder. The larvae birthed by Batgirl should still arrive just after the young facehuggers exit her male cohorts.”
Lex Luthor grunted as he watched Sims spray Batgirl’s face, and another of his men mount the girl from behind. Sloppy squishy sounds were now coming with the heroine as she was freshly taken after another seeding and gasping orgasm. Cortez, was busily pushing Sims aside so he could explain his oral fantasy to the librarian. Luthor didn’t like his authority to be challenged, but he was no fool either. He turned his attention back to Harley Quinn, as she was now saying something that he deemed very important.
“Besides, Lexy baby, ‘someone’ could probably take Batgirl from behind just once without loosening her up so much as to be noticed,” the psycho psychiatrist whispered softly in an excited voice. “You could do that tomorrow without being endangered by the larvae…do it tomorrow while I’m sitting on her face after you’ve told her to do me”
Lex Luthor roared in laughter, his men pausing in their sexual assaults at the strange behavior from their leader. “You know, Harley, I think you and I are going to get along famously!” the world’s greatest criminal genius loudly proclaimed as he watched the line of men behind Batgirl shorten by one, and her face get sprayed once again.
Soon, the last man in line, a muscular white guy with long hair in a ponytail stepped behind the heroine. As he began pumping into the heroine’s cum-soaked sex, Luthor walked around to kneel before the heroine’s semen-splattered face. Luthor smiled and stared deeply into Barbara Gordon’s eyes waiting for the inevitable. He didn’t have to wait long until Batgirl was seeded by her caboose, and gasped in orgasm for the thirteenth time.
Shaking with exhaustion, Batgirl stammered, “Are you done yet, Luthor? Can I go back to my cell?”
Lex Luthor smiled, reached up, scooped a huge load of semen off of the heroine’s face with his gloved right hand, and softly commanded, “Eat this...swallow it! We don’t want it to go to waste do we?” Thirteen men and one villainess roared in laughter as the hapless heroine helplessly complied, carefully licking the sticky liquid off of the arch-villain’s glove. Then there was silence as Luthor spoke softly, “Yes, Sims will take you to your cell, but you won’t be allowed a bath or shower until tomorrow. Also, you won’t be sent to Batman and Robin tomorrow…I’m going to hold you an extra day so you can perform another chore for Harley and myself.”
Lex Luthor, the world’s greatest criminal mastermind, grinned evilly, stood, and turned towards the door, commanding, “Sims, take her to her cell, and make sure the men know that I will kill them if she is assaulted in any way from now on. I’m going to check on how Wonder Woman is making out with her facehugger. You coming, Harley?”
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