Instruments
of War
Chapter
7. Batgirl’s Betrayal
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.
“Search carefully, Robin,” Batman
calmly
exhorted the Boy Wonder, though in truth the lithe and fit eighteen
year old
beside him was clearly past boyhood.
“The sensors can’t be wrong. We
definitely have an intruder in the Batcave.
There are weapons down here that must not fall into the
wrong hands!”
“I’m on it, Batman,” the
blue-eyed young
man colorfully dressed in red, green, and yellow replied in a voice
filled with
obvious excitement as he glanced back to his dark-clad mentor,
“although
whoever managed to find the entrance to the Batcave is likely more
interested
in uncovering our secrets than obtaining wea…”
“Relax, boys,” Barbara Gordon, clad
in her black and yellow costume, urged as she stepped out of the
shadows of the
cave filled with computers, scientific equipment, and Bat paraphernalia
of
every possible category, “it’s just me.
It’s neither secrets nor weapons that
I’m after tonight.”
Barbara smiled seductively at the muscular
Caped Crusader dressed in his intimidating shades of grey and black,
her blue
eyes filled with laughter despite the helpless despair and shy
reluctance that
the brain worm attached to her cerebral cortex held at bay as it forced
her to
obey Lex Luthor’s carefully crafted instructions.
“Batgirl?” Bruce Wayne asked although
his blue eyes, peering alertly through his pointed-eared Bat Cowl,
could
clearly see the attractive form of his greatest fan.
“I heard you were tracking some jewel thief
in Metropolis. Although
I’m not
surprised you know about the Batcave, I really must ask how you got
past my
security devices. Why
are you here,
Batgirl?”
“I was
in Metropolis, Batman,” Barbara admitted truthfully as she
maintained her
seductive smile. “The
jewel thief turned
out to be a false lead. I’ve
just Batcycled
back to Gotham City tonight. I’ve
known
about the Batcave for months, and, although your security devices are
cutting-edge technology…it took more than a hairpin to get
past them…I carry
some cutting-edge technology of my own in my utility belt. As for why I’m
here…well…if we really must
cut to the chase…I came to have sex with you and
Robin.”
Barbara
blushed badly as she heard the words her own mouth
had spoken. Although
she had secretly
wanted to tell Batman of her sexual desires for months, she had been
unable to
risk the rejection of her offered affections she thought she would
likely
receive.
“Holy heck, Batgirl!” Robin spat
with obvious surprise and excitement as the crotch of his costume
tented. “Are
you really offering to become the center
of a Bat sandwich? SWEET! I’ve had a hard
on for you for like….FOREVER!”
“Don’t get too worked up,
Robin,”
Batman warned his protégé, suspicion obvious in
his voice as he thumped the bat
symbol on his chest and then pointed at the one between
Barbara’s C-cups. “Although
I’ve grown to respect your
crime-fighting achievements, Batgirl, I admit I have some trouble
getting past
the fact that you’re a bit like a groupie…a hero
groupie rather than a
rock-and-roll band groupie. Did
you
really think we would just strip and let you learn our secret
identities, or is
the Bat orgy going to take place fully caped and cowled?”
“Anyone with a GPS unit standing
where I am would know the Batcave is under Wayne Manor,
Bruce,” Batgirl replied
with a gleeful giggle even though the man she adored seemed to be
refusing her
brain-worm-induced proposition, “and the yellow R on your
chest, Robin, doesn’t
distract an observant girl from noticing that your raven hair is always
styled
exactly the same as Bruce’s ward, Dick Grayson.
As for the Bat sandwich, Dick, maybe later…if
Bruce takes me up on my
offer. I’m
not up for anal sex…at least
not right away. However,
it won’t take
much to talk me into fellatio while Bruce and I engage in intercourse,
and then
intercourse with you while I give Bruce head.”
Barbara
grinned at the lust filling Robin’s face despite his
obvious surprise that she knew his secret identity, and then locked
eyes with
Batman, the consternation he was feeling obvious in his eyes. She chortled, “I
know I’m not one of the
socialites that Bruce Wayne usually pairs with, Batman, but are you
really
going to refuse my advance? Tell
me to
leave and I will!”
Hope
filled her mind as she fought against the brain worm’s
influence, and Batgirl wondered, ‘Will Batman refuse
me…and stave off the
sordid death Lex Luthor has planned for him.
I can’t believe the brain worm failed to stop me
from making the offer
that might allow me to avoid my intended role as assassin!’
“It
isn’t a good idea for me…for us…to be
bedding
Commissioner Gordon’s daughter, Barbara,” Batman
replied as he let his eyes
roam over Batgirl’s lithe-but-curvy form, “even if
I find your tight,
twenty-year-old body more than a little attractive.
Good detective work!
How long have you known, and who have you
told?”
“It seems
you’ve
managed some good detective work yourself, Batman,” Batgirl
replied nodding at
her inspirational hero, “although I admit I didn’t
think the red wig would fool
you for long. I’ve
known for
months…since the day I tracked the Batmobile to the
Batcave…and plotted the GPS
coordinates on a topographic map…and I’ve told no
one at all.”
Barbara
frowned, not because she wasn’t telling the truth,
but because she suddenly realized Lex Luthor had been cleverer than
even she
had imagined. She
had wondered why Lex
had asked her to divulge her own secret identity back at his compound,
after
she had been given to the facehugger and brain wormed, but
hadn’t asked if she
knew the identities of Batman and Robin.
Lex must have known that Batman would ask about the safety
of his secret
identity, and that the brain worm would have seen to it that she
replied
truthfully to the male hero, thwarting Luthor’s plans to use
her as his instrument
of war against the Caped Crusader.
“You
can stop pouting, Batgirl,” Batman replied with a
chuckle as he misread the girl’s thoughts.
“I said it wouldn’t be a good idea for
me and Robin to bed you. I
didn’t say we wouldn’t.
As it turns out, it has been a few weeks
since my last socialite, so I’m more than a little
enthusiastic about taking
your hard body sexually. I’m
afraid you
may be a little sore when we send you home in the morning. Shall we strip now, or
should I send for
Alfred and some champagne first?”
“I’m
in better shape than that, Batman,” Batgirl replied in
her best bedroom voice, genuinely thrilled at the prospects of the
lovemaking
ahead of her despite its likely fatal outcome.
“This is likely to turn into a lost weekend
rather than a long night, so
let’s save the champagne order for when you boys need a break
to recharge your
own libidos. In
other words, I vote we
strip forthwith!”
Batgirl
smiled with satisfaction as both men unbuckled
utility belts, and then reached for her own belt’s clasp; she
smiled because of
her brain worm’s sense of impending fulfillment despite the
horror filling her
own soul. She
replayed the events of the
last few days in her mind as she stripped, and watched her hero and his
ward
bare their muscular bodies before her.
Three
days ago, she had been subdued with chloroform gas
while chasing what she thought was a jewel thief down the corridor
leading to what
turned out to be Luthor’s hideout.
When
consciousness returned, she had found herself secured spread-eagled in
a bondage
frame wearing only her cowl with Lex Luthor and Harley Quinn standing
before
her. Lex had, of
course, told her about
his plan and the facehuggers’ life cycles before dropping one
of the alien
symbionts on her face.
Barbara
blushed—not because she had just bared her breasts
and not because she could now see two turgid penises—she
blushed at the memory
of her rape by the alien insectoid.
She
had tried to resist the forced climax that had doomed her to, first,
servitude
and betrayal, and, ultimately, a horrible death.
However, she had orgasmed and accepted the
oral intrusion of the brain worm now wrapped around her cerebral
cortex, and
the filling of her womb with a multitude of tiny alien egglets, in a
mere dozen
minutes after the alien’s tail had begun probing her vulva.
Batgirl
frowned briefly at the memory the alien’s sexual
conquest of her body, before flashing a sultry grin at the now nearly
nude
Batman and Robin while continuing with her replay of the past few days
in her
mind. Two days ago,
she had contacted
Hawkgirl, and then led the Justice Leaguer down the knockout-gas-trap
corridor. Then, she
had watched her
first brain-worm-induced betrayal doom a fellow heroine after again
listening
to Luthor explain his plan and the alien’s reproductive cycle.
One
day ago, she and Hawkgirl had sprung the same trap on
Wonder Woman, although this time it had been the winged
heroine’s mace to the
back of Princess Diana’s skull that had put a heroine in a
bondage frame and at
the mercy of an alien facehugger.
Barbara had again heard Luthor’s boastful
explanation of his plan and
his recounting of what he had learned about the alien life form with a
four-metamorphic-stage
life cycle.
Batgirl
hadn’t watched the Amazon’s sexual defeat at the
tail
of the facehugger, which Luthor described as the
‘critical’ if not ‘adult’
stage of the symbiont—she had been led to the adjacent
chamber and ordered by
Luthor to let him and his men copulate with her.
The brain worm at the base of her skull had
forced her to willingly comply with the males’ requests, and
she had been
brought to climax many times as the men spewed their sperm into her
vagina and
fertilized the alien egglets, the initial stage of the alien
symbiont’s life
cycle, that were now lodged in her uterus.
She had achieved orgasm many times as she gave herself to
villainous men
despite the fact that she had been told three times that those
men’s seed would
turn the alien egglets within her womb into ticking time bombs.
Barbara
shivered as she pulled her bodysuit the rest of the
way off, one foot at a time, not because she could feel the cold cave
air on
her naked body, but because of the memories she was reliving. Her mind had known that
the villains’ seed would
activate her egglets to reach larva stage twenty four hours later,
dooming her
to a terrible and painful death during the
‘birthing’ process when the alien
symbionts clawed their way out of her birth canal as juvenile
facehuggers about
forty eight hours later, but, due to the brain worm’s
influence, she had felt
jubilant rather than horrified. That
glow of satisfaction had remained throughout the next day despite the
sordid
anal and lesbian sex Luthor had ordered her to participate in the next
morning,
and despite the public lesbian debasement she had been forced to engage
in a just
a few hours ago as she watched four heroine friends get their own
egglets
seeded.
Batgirl
blushed as she stared at the two rock-hard penises
sprouting upward from the crotches of the two nearly nude men before
her, and
she suddenly realized the glow of satisfaction had faded as desperate
need grew
in her mind. Barbara
KNEW that desperate
need for sexual culmination was more the brain worm’s doing
than her own very
real desires. Batgirl
knew the brain
worm sensed that it was time to give the now mature larvae within its
host’s
womb access to male seminal tracts, in this case Batman and
Robin’s urethras,
so that some of the larvae would have access to the additional
Y-chromosomes in
the males’ testicles.
Barbara
Gordon knew that in thirty six hours she would
likely die a horrible death as the juvenile facehuggers exited their
host—herself—but she also knew that the brain worm
instinctively was ensuring
larvae also exited male bodies, as they clawed and chewed their way out
of
testicles, so that they could enter and join the juvenile facehuggers
as
juvenile brain worms to complete the alien organisms critical stage as
the
ultimate symbiont. Just
as the adult facehugger
expired after seeding its victim and giving up its adult brain worm to
control
its host, the juvenile facehuggers would perish if their life cycle was
not
completed through merging with juvenile brain worms.
So
it was that Batgirl desperately needed to mate with
Batman and Robin, dooming them to lives as eunuchs thirty six hours
later—if
their minds could cope with their horrible fates and their wills to
live were
strong enough. Luthor
had said that all
of his male scientists who had suffered that fate had subsequently
committed
suicide. If
Batgirl mated with her
heroes she would be destroying men that she idled.
She opened her mouth hoping to warn them off,
and felt the brain worm respond by tightening its grasp around her
cerebral
cortex.
“God,
I’ve wanted to have sex with you, Batman, for so long
that I can’t believe it’s really about to
happen,” Barbara Gordon admitted with
a shy but sultry grin as she stared into the piercing blue eyes behind
the
familiar cowl. “Do
we do this cowled and
masked, of do we get completely naked?”
“We’ll
keep our secret identities masked for now, Batgirl,”
Batman replied calmly as he answered the young girl who stood shivering
before
him. “Alfred
will no doubt be joining us
later. He, at
least, will be spared the
knowledge that Dick and I have been having sex with Commissioner
Gordon’s
daughter.”
“Alfred
is a horn dog in spite of his age, Batgirl,” Robin
chortled with obvious excitement.
“Don’t
be surprised or offended if he asks for a taste of your hard body,
himself! However, I
think it’s time to
stop worrying about Alfred and start worrying about my hard on. There’s a cot
over by the computer console
that we sometimes use for quick naps when we’re on electronic
surveillance
duty. What say you
climb on and we get
this orgy started?”
“If
Alfred asks for sex, Robin, I’ll give it to him,”
Barbara Gordon answered truthfully in a quivering voice as she blushed
badly. “I
just hope I get to drink a
tall glass of that champagne first.
Sure,
the cot will do, although I expected to take the floor.
How do you want me, Batman?
On my knees, or on my back?”
“On
your back, the first time, Batgirl,” Bruce Wayne replied
calmly as the trio made their way to the main computer console. As Batgirl
complied, the Caped Crusader
suggested, “Slide backward until you can bend your head
backward below the end
of the cot so Dick can face fuck you while on his knees. We both like being
deep-throated. Will
you do that, Barbara?”
Batgirl
blushed beet red as she replied with forced
truthfulness, “I’ll do anything you want, Batman,
so long as you and Robin each
take a turn pummeling my vagina until I climax.” Batgirl slid back on the
cot and then lowered
her head and opened her mouth as Robin knelt before her face. Barbara Gordon implored
emphatically, “Take
me hard, Bruce! I
need Batman and Robin
to take their turns plundering my sex now!”
Barbara
shivered as she felt the need for sexual culmination
grow within her. She
knew that this
feeling was the brain worm’s doing.
She
knew that it instinctively knew time was running out for it to complete
its
reproductive cycle. Then
the sexy
librarian moaned with sexual need as she felt Batman position the tip
of his
massive manhood against her moist vulva.
She gasped as she felt the turgid glans begin to part her
labial lips in
fulfillment of her most secret fantasy and an alien
symbiont’s greatest
need. Batgirl
slurped as one massive
penis pushed into her vagina while Robin took advantage of her gasp to
force
his own respectable shaft past her lips and teeth and into her warm,
wet mouth.
“Damn,
your tight, Batgirl!” Batman grunted as he pulled his
shaft backwards until only his glans remained in the
heroine’s vagina, before
plunging his manhood back into the depths of her love canal. “How do you
remain so tight despite being
raped so frequently?”
Batgirl
smiled as she heard Robin groan as she pushed his
penis out of her mouth so she could reply with, “I did some
library research
and came across some exercises developed by Japanese geishas in the 19th
Century to strengthen vaginal muscles.
I
am very diligent about making sure the hazards of crime fighting
don’t
adversely impact my health of lifestyle.”
“How
very progressive of you, Batgirl,” Batman chuckled as
he began pounding his manhood into the prone heroine with relish. “It’s
good that you went into your career as
a heroine knowing that there was a price you would have to pay for any
defeats.”
Batgirl
grunted as she felt Robin reach forward with both
hands and pinch her hardened nipples as he urged, “Stop
answering Batman’s
questions and start giving me proper head, Batgirl!
I want to be deep-throated, and if you don’t
start swallowing Dick’s dick, Dick is going to make your
nipples sore!”
Barbara
Gordon blushed as she immediately complied with
Robin’s request and pushed her drooped head over his turgid
manhood, eliciting
a moan that spoke of intense pleasure from his throat.
As she swallowed around the manhood deep in
her gullet, she felt the teen-aged hero pull his hands from her breast
tips to
the back of her head. She
knew he was
making sure her fellatio didn’t end before he climaxed
despite any questions
Batman might ask next. He
need not have
bothered. The way
Batman was pounding
his penis into her vagina, Batgirl was certain questions were the last
thing on
the mind of Gotham’s Dark Knight.
Soon
all three do-gooders were gasping and moaning in sexual
bliss as the trio plunged towards orgasmic culmination.
Robin gave into orgasm first, and grunted
loudly as he began spewing his warm semen down Batgirl’s
throat as she pumped
her head and swallowed around his manhood.
As the Boy Wonder pulled his penis from her mouth, Batgirl
began her
staccato sigh of climax, which Batman rewarded by spewing his warm seed
into
the depths of her vagina.
At
Batman’s urging, Batgirl took her knees on the floor and
then the Caped Crusader’s massive manhood in her mouth. Her mouth full, Batgirl
moaned sensually as
Robin pushed his manhood into her sopping wet vagina.
Jubilance filled Barbara Gordon’s soul as the
brain worm rewarded her for fulfilling her mission and enabling it to
fulfill
its reproductive cycle which would now happen in a mere thirty six
hours. Batgirl
couldn’t help but relish the glow of
erotic satisfaction as she took manhood in two orifices. Soon she was moaning again
in climax as she
drank Batman’s protein shake and felt Robin reseed her womb.
Sex
didn’t end, though Batgirl was quivering, more from
regret than exhaustion. Gotham’s
greatest
heroes were now doomed to sexual disaster because a silly heroine
allowed
herself to get trapped and turned into a weapon by Lex Luthor, the
world’s
greatest criminal mastermind. Batgirl
felt sorrow for being that heroine.
That
sorrow didn’t prevent her from complying with
Batman’s request for her to
retake the cot, this time straddling Robin’s erection as he
lay on his
back.
Batgirl
groaned in fearful anticipation as Batman forced her
torso forward and downward over his protégés
chest—she didn’t relish the
thought of getting her sphincter stretched by the Caped
Crusader’s massive
manhood. Barbara
Gordon moaned in
pleasure and surprise as instead she felt Batman enter the vagina
already
filled with Robin’s manhood.
Batgirl’s
moan raised in volume as two men had intercourse with her
simultaneously for
the first time—most men were too homophobic to have sex in
such a fashion. Barbara
wondered about whispered rumors as
she learned Batman and Robin were not such men.
Soon the double penetration of a young heroine resulted in
three more
climaxes, and three do-gooders sprawled out of breath and sexually
spent.
Near
midnight, Alfred arrived with champagne and dinner for
three. Batgirl
could only assume that
the butler was either a mind reader or had saw that she was with Batman
and
Robin through some sort of surveillance equipment in Wayne Manor. She concluded it was the
latter when Alfred
returned later with another bottle of champagne, and pulled the zipper
of his
suit pants down as he stood before the cowled heroine.
Without being asked, Barbara took the old
man’s manhood into her mouth and gave him a treat that he
likely only had vague
memories of.
“Thank
you, Miss Gordon,” Alfred rasped softly after a short
period of warm pleasure followed by a rare climax.
“That was most kind of you, dear girl.” As the old gentleman
recovered his assets and
pulled up his zipper, he chuckled, “Do enjoy the evening,
Master Wayne! It
seems to be an unusually quiet night in
Gotham. I’ll
be back down with brunch.”
Batman
grinned at the retreating butler as he refilled
glasses. The three
do-gooders celebrated
and then slept on cots.
Brunch
was followed by more sex, which, this time, included
all of Barbara’s orifices.
More sleep
was followed by dinner, which a troubled Batgirl ate with relish
despite the
fact she knew the other weaponized heroines were likely just arriving
at the
Justice League of America satellite, and dinner was followed by more
sex.
The
next day-and-a-half was filled with ménage a trois after
ménage a trois with Batgirl forming the linchpin in every
possible fashion,
although, fortunately for her, Alfred did not ask for a second boon. Batgirl was well past
physically sore when the
trio took their cots for sleep for one last time thirty hours after
Barbara
Gordon’s arrival in the Batcave.
Batman
awoke from a troubled sleep with an unusual soreness
between his legs. Although
he rarely
allowed himself to have so much sex over such an extended period, he
knew
something was different and terribly wrong, rather than just a symptom
of physical
overexertion. “Robin,
wake up
immediately!” Bruce Wayne rasped loudly.
He watched as Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon slowly
stirred awake. Looking
at Batgirl, he thought she looked
odd. He
couldn’t put his finger on it
for a moment, and then it hit him—she looked pregnant.
“What’s
up, Bruce?” Robin asked softly as he rubbed his
eyes. Then he
groaned and cupped his
scrotum as he complained, “Holy sex pots!
I think I’ve had too much of a good thing! I’ve really got
the blue balls!”
“No,
Dick, its more than that!” Bruce rasped as he cupped
his own testicles. “My
testicles are
swollen…they feel twice their normal size…and
look at Barbara’s abdomen!”
“Wha…!”
Robin exclaimed with obvious confusion and evident
discomfort. “Holy
nads! You’re
right, Batman! I’ve
got seriously swollen baby makers…and it
looks like we’ve knocked up Batgirl!”
“She
wasn’t showing when she got here, Robin, but she looks
pretty preggared now!” Batman exclaimed stridently. “Babies in
women’s wombs don’t grow that
quickly. Damn my
testicles hurt! What
the hell have you done, Batgirl? Tell
me what’s going on?”
“Thanks
for finally asking, Batman, and thus overriding Lex
Luthor’s command to keep his plan a secret,”
Barbara Gordon replied softly with
tears in her eyes. “He
infected me with
an alien symbiotic organism, and sent me here to infect you and Robin
so that
you couldn’t prevent the same thing from happening to the
rest of the Justice
League males. The
alien facehugger he
used on me brain wormed me so I have to obey the commands of any male,
and
filled my womb with egglets…egglets that became larvae when
his men gang-raped
me…larvae which entered your testicles via your seminal
tracts when you had
intercourse with me. I’m
about to give
birth to alien insectoids, something that is almost certain to be fatal. You men’s
testicles ache because the alien
creatures within them want out, and will soon get out using teeth and
claws. If you
survive you’ll be
eunuchs!”
“NO…Batgirl…NNNOOOoooo!”
Batman shrilled as he saw her
pelvis begin pulsing as the juvenile face huggers within her womb began
searching for her birth canal. Batman
and Robin both screamed at the top of their lungs and dropped to their
knees as
they felt their testicles pulse and distend as the juvenile brain worms
within
sought a way out into the air to fulfill their destiny.
As the screams echoed through the caverns, they
woke its thousands of natural inhabitants.
Suddenly the air was filled with the flutter of thousands
of flying bats
and the deafening screeches they emitted, the sound mostly ultrasonic
and used
for echolocation, as they raced for the Batcave mouth.
Then there was silence, and three prone
figures lying motionless on the cave floor.
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