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           Batgirl 2010

           ( The next generation of Heroine )

                           By B D Phillips

It had been nearly 20 years since her mother, the original 

Batgirl died at the hands of John Steel a sadistic criminal who 

took his revenge on her for ending up in prison, where his 

face was disfigured in a prisoner riot.

 Steel captured Batgirl, raping and torturing her, until, she 

escaped, pregnant with his child. Under truth serum, Barbara had 

disclosed Batman & Robin’s identities, making it easy for Steel

 to eliminate the dynamic due forever. 

Also, without Batman to intervene, key people were murdered, and 

replaced with elements of the criminal underworld.

The mayor, Chief O’hara and even her father Commissioner Gordon 

were eliminated. With no safe place to go, Barbara was forced to 

make a living for herself and her newborn baby girl, 

as a stripper.

 Steel searched for her, for almost a year, until Barbara was 

checked into a hospital, following a car crash. Steel murdered 

Barbara in her own hospital bed, with a lethal overdose of drugs.

Steel could not find Barbara’s child. 

 It so happened that Barbara had asked Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce 

Wayne’s butler to care for her child, fearing that Steel would try 

to harm her, even though, the child was his offspring.

Alfred kept the secret, saying the little girl was his great niece, 

and raised her as his own. 

Alfred inherited the Wayne estate, and helped the young Barbara 

Renee Gordon, follow in her mother’s footsteps...until at the age of 

18, Renee as she preferred to be called, first donned the costume 

of her mother and took revenge on her mother’s killer, and her own 

father. 

John Steel died that day with a bullet lodged in his forehead.

No one mourned his death...  

 It had been a full year now since, Barbara Renee Gordon 

donned the costume of the new Batgirl. 

 The year was 2010.

 The new Batgirl was a fearsome presence in new 

Gotham City. Crime was everywhere, but with Batgirl around, 

there was a lot less of it.

 Renee was just about to call it a night, after putting in 

8 hour night of crime busting, when something caught her eye.

She had stumbled upon several criminals stealing computer 

equipment from a downtown warehouse. 

She surprised the three men, and they tried to run, but with 

one fling of her bat-a-rang, she knocked down one man, and the 

other two tripped over their colleague.  

 Batgirl quickly took them down, and tied them up until the 

police arrived...if they did? The police were not her biggest 

fans, but if nothing else, they would suffer in their bonds 

for a few hours.

Investigating the crime scene, Batgirl noticed a big man 

lying, almost unmoving on the street. Renee assumed that it was 

a homeless man...afterall there were plenty in new Gotham.

 Renee squatted down and turned the man over.

 As the man was turned to face her, Renee suddenly realized 

that the man was not old, or Homeless. She recognized him as 34 

year old Victor Stanton.

New Gotham’s most notorious Crime boss.

Renee had heard of him many times on the internet news site.

 Renee had never met him face to face, but many times she had 

foiled crimes that directly, or indirectly profited him.

Stanton had sent his goons many times to capture her, but, 

they all failed. So, he decided to take the matter into 

his own hands.

 He was the last person, she would have expected to find 

lying there, and Stanton knew it. Which, is why he used such 

an elaborate ruse.

 “Hello...Bat bitch!” He grinned, using Renee’s momentary 

surprise to shoot her with a tranquilizer dart, he had 

concealed in his tattered coat.

Immediately, Renee turned to her utility belt to retrieve 

an all purpose antidote. 

 Then Stanton did something unexpected...he pounced on her. 

Renee easily avoided his attacked, but in the action, she 

had to postpone retrieving the antidote.

 15 seconds had passed, and Renee felt slightly dizzy from 

the effects of the drugs. She tried again to get the antidote, 

but found she was having trouble concentrating. 

 “Your out of time bitch!” Stanton laughed, as Renee fell 

forward, barely able to fight back the black wave of 

unconsciousness, that was overwhelming her.

Finally the fight was over and Renee succumbed to 

the darkness... 

 When she awoke, Renee took some time to work out 

exactly where she was. Things were blurry, her head 

was spinning, but eventually she regained her 

senses. She was fairly certain she was inside some 

lavishly adorned bedroom...most likely belonging to

Victor Stanton himself.

Renee tried to move, but found she couldn't. Her 

boots and gloves had been removed while she was 

unconscious, and she’d been tied to a king-sized 

bed, spread-eagled, by the wrists and ankles.

For a split second she panicked that her mask may 

have been also removed while she was unconscious, 

but quickly realized that it was still in place.  

Another thing, that had been removed, was her 

utility belt. 

The lighting was dim, but she could see that no 

one else was in the room with her. She strained to 

hear what was going on outside the room, but heard 

nothing.

After about 15 minutes she began to wonder if 

Stanton knew if she was conscious yet? 

She had only just started to pull at her restraints 

when she heard someone approaching in the hallway. 

Then, slowly the door opened. Looking up, she saw 

the dark figure of Victor Stanton. 

 Renee never realized he was such a big man. She 

surmised that he was at least 250 lbs, but his 

height was only about 5 foot 10. 

"So, you have woken up," commented Stanton as he 

walked towards her. She looked at him, totally 

unsure as to what she should do or say. She'd never

even come close to being captured before.

"So?” Stanton paused for a moment to gage Renee’s 

facial responses. “You're this... Batgirl cunt who’s 

been meddling in my affairs!” He stated, “Sticking 

her pretty little Ass where it doesn’t belong!”  

Renee felt a twinge of panic, Stanton was a very 

powerful man, and his retribution on people who dared 

to cross him was very well known...usually death was 

the final act played in his revenge. 

 But, Renee was certain he did not tie her 

spread-eagled to his bed, just to shoot her between 

the eyes...at least not yet!   

Stanton stared at her for a minute. 

"You're pretty quiet Bat cunt... aren't you?"

Renee broke her silence. "What would you have me

say to an Asshole, who has to tie up a woman, 

to feel like a man!” 

 Renee’s outburst is met with a mild punch to 

the jaw. Stanton did not want to seriously hurt her, 

at least not yet, but was not accustomed to 

defiance.

“I don’t think you understand the situation?” 

Stanton commented, resisting the urge to hit her again. 

“Your Ass belongs to me now...I make the decisions as 

to your fate!” 

 Stanton grabbed her chin, grasping it firmly in his hand. 

“And you will die!” He informed her. “That is...When I 

tire of punishing your meddling little Ass!” He added.

Stanton stood and took in the sight of her overwhelming 

beauty and her taunt, athletically built body. He was 

mesmerized, by how her breasts seem to strain against her 

snug fitting costume.

He sat on the bed, beside her. 

He placed his hand on her thigh, making her recoil and 

try to pull away from him. But, her restraints were very 

, and she was able to move very little.

“Damn... you're a hot looking piece of Ass!”  

Stanton remarked, as he began to run his hand up and down 

Renee’s thigh. 

Her leg tensed at his touch, and she tried to shake him off. 

“Get your damned hands off me!" Renee responded.

"No, I don't think so," Stanton replied. He ran both his 

hands up over Renee’s belly, and over her breasts. Renee’s 

gasped as he squeezed her mounds. 

Stanton grinned, as she tensed up, her taunt muscles 

straining in futile defiance. All of a sudden, Stanton 

stopped, and grabbed a pair of scissors, from off the 

nightstand beside him. 

 Stanton showed a glint of a smile on his face, as he 

began cutting the sleeve of Renee’s costume from the right 

wrist, down along her arm.

 He swiftly continued the second cut down and across the 

top of her chest and meet the first one, and then cut each 

arm around the shoulder, completely removing both sleeves. 

The shoulder straps of the purple sports bra Renee wore 

under her costume were now visible. 

Renee struggled fiercely as Stanton, cut down the 

front of her costume, from her chest to her crotch, and 

then down each leg. He swiftly cut around each knee, 

and soon the entire costume was lying in pieces 

on the floor.

Renee now lay before him restrained, wearing only her 

mask, sports bra and panties. 

Stanton looked down at her near naked form, and leant 

forward with the scissors poised over her bra. He quickly 

cut through the shoulder straps, and then stood back. 

The bra still sat on Renee’s breasts, but for how long? 

She wondered. 

She needn't have bothered as her tormentor quickly cut 

the two side sections and threw the bra to the floor 

with her costume.

Stanton gazed upon Renee’s breasts now exposed. 

They were not real big...maybe a 34C cup...but they 

were pert and firm. 

He placed the scissors down, and took her breasts 

into his hands. Renee resisted...but there was little 

she could do to stop him. 

 Stanton, held her breasts firmly in his two hands, 

and immediately began squeezing her soft mounds, while 

sucking like a madman on her nipples. 

Renee was horrified at what was happening to her, 

but suspected that sucking on her boobs, was only the 

beginning of what was to come. 

And she was right. 

Stanton stood back up, took the scissors, and without 

any ceremony, cut her panties off. Except for her mask, 

Renee was now completely naked. 

With her legs tied apart, wide open, she felt very 

vulnerable. Samson knelt between her legs, and ran his 

fingers up and down the inside of her thighs, moving 

closer to her pussy each time. 

She began to panic.

“Stop it!!" Renee shouted, despite herself. 

Stanton ignored her. He moved forward and ran his 

tongue up the length of her pussy, finding her clitoris. 

Renee shivered in an involuntarily way to his intrusion. 

“Yeah, that’s the spot!” Stanton taunted. He hovered on 

her clitoris, swirling on and around it. Renee gasped and 

she tensed, desperately trying to suppress the feelings 

devouring her. 

She felt ashamed as the man worked her clitoris with his 

tongue, feeling the pleasure building between her thighs. 

She could not let herself cum like this...she had 

to resist.

But as Stanton continued to lick, swirl and suck on her 

clitoris, she felt her body betraying her. As her mind 

said no, her body began to twitch and her hips thrust. 

Try as she might, she knew she could not hold out, 

and he would eventually make her cum. 

As Stanton continued his assault, Renee drew closer 

to an orgasm. But then, Stanton suddenly stopped and 

withdrew from her completely, flashing an evil grin, 

as he moves away. 

To her alarm, Stanton stood at the foot of the bed, 

and began to remove his trousers and boxer shorts, 

leaving them folded neatly on a chair by 

the bed.

Renee felt a wave of dread come over her. His cock 

was enormous. Even in the dim light of the room, she 

could clearly see the bulk his semi-erect organ. 

Stanton stripped of his shirt and hopped up onto 

the bed. He quickly straddled her chest, resting his

 cock in between her breasts. 

“Time for a little Tittie Fuck!”  Stanton announced.

Stanton pressed Renee’s breasts, together around 

his huge organ and proceeded to tit fuck her. 

Her breasts were about medium size, but he managed 

to create enough of a valley to gain 

significant pleasure. 

Renee found it very degrading.

After tit fucking her for a short while, Stanton 

moved down Renee’s body, letting his now rock-hard 

cock slide in between her inner thighs.

 Renee tensed and shook, as his erection slid 

across her pussy lips, signaling to her what he 

planned to do next...A thought that caused the 

young heroine’s stomach to churn in an 

uncontrolled panic. 

 With her dedicated nightly fight against the 

criminal element of Gotham City, Renee had never 

had time for a relationship with a man...so at 

the age of 19, she was still very much 

a virgin.

She almost sobbed, knowing that her first 

sexual experience was going to be with a rapist. 

And, there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Whether Stanton knew she was virgin or not, 

was unclear to her.If he did...he made no 

reference to it, as he positioned himself to 

enter her. 

Well, I’ll be damned!” Stanton responded, 

upon finding her hymen intact. “A mother fucking 

Virgin!!” He chuckled in delight. “I should have 

fucking known.”

“Well...no matter,” He chuckled. “I know how to 

un-virgin your Ass!” He sneered, maneuvering in 

between her legs, pressing the head of his 

Cock against her pussy lips. 

Renee, Pulled frantically at her restraints, as 

he began to enter her. “Unnnh!!” Renee groaned, 

refusing to yell out as Stanton’s huge cock 

pushed against her maidenhead.

 “Noooo!!” Renee screamed, signaling the loss 

of her virginity, as Stanton’s rock-hard shaft 

burst through her hymen, and drove into 

her love canal.

The pain was excruciating, as her tight pussy 

was stretched way beyond it’s capacity to 

accommodate Stanton’s huge cock.

Stanton savored every inch he gained, as he 

pushed deeper and deeper into her, until finally,

his entire cock was buried deep inside the 

restrained heroine. 

He let it sit there for a moment, then began to 

slowly thrust in and out, taking his cock almost 

all the way out, then slowly pushing it back 

all the way in. 

Gradually, his pace increased. 

Stanton raped her hard for nearly 30 minutes.

He pounded into her so hard, her breasts jiggled 

enticingly in front of him, tempting him to squeeze 

her fleshy globes, and bite on her exposed 

nipples. 

Which he made it a point to do. 

He was thrusting a lot slower now, and Renee could 

only surmised he would soon cum, and shuddered at 

the thought of him ejaculating inside of her.  

 Moments later, Stanton ceased up, and Renee could 

feel the warm spurt of his cum inside her.

“Oh, fuck yeah...daaaaamn!!” Stanton groaned, as he 

pumped his seed into the helpless heroine.

Minutes later, Stanton pulled out of her and withdrew.

“Damn...what a great fuck!” Renee heard him curse, 

noticing for the first time, that others were in the 

room with them. Stanton saw the concern in her eyes, 

and winked at her. 

“Want to fuck her?” Stanton asked, one of the 3 

men with him in the room.

No words were exchanged, as the man Stanton called 

Rocco, quickly nodded, stripped naked, and 

straddled her. 

 Rocco was almost as well endowed as Stanton, and 

suddenly Renee’s nightmare played again, as once 

again she was systematically raped.

 “How’s it feel to have your pussy reamed out 

Bat-slut!” Rocco laughed out loud, as he raped her 

savagely for about 15 minutes, before ejaculating 

inside her.

“Next!” Rocco announced, moving aside for the 

next man to get at her. 

 The rapes continued for 4 hours. Then, after they 

had all raped her, at least, two to three times 

each, Stanton, took a bottle from off of the 

dresser near him, and applied the liquid inside 

to a cloth.

 Renee could smell the odor of Chloroform on 

the cloth, as Stanton pressed it against her face. 

She tried to avoid breathing the fumes, but she 

could only hold her breath for so long.

..and Stanton had plenty of time.

Eventually, she succumbed to the inevitable, 

and again her world slowly went black...

When, Renee regained consciousness hours later, 

she realized that she had been moved from 

Stanton’s bedroom

 As her head cleared, she realized that she 

was now bent over a padded bench. Her wrists 

were tied to the legs of the bench, and her 

legs were spread out wide and also tied to the 

bench, but from the opposite side.

 Renee could feel some slack in the rope that 

bound her left wrist to the bench. In time, she 

might be able to work that arm free but 

wondered if she would have the luxury of time.

 Suddenly, from behind her, she heard the 

footsteps of several men walking in. No one spoke, 

but she could sense their crude sexual remarks, 

at seeing her spread out like she was.

From her limited field of vision, she could see 

Rocco grin, as he sat in a chair to her left. 

Another man they called Skelly sat to her right, 

and a third man named Vito stood beside Stanton 

in front of her, just off to her right.

Stanton looked down at her and grinned.

“Boys,” He commented. “Have you ever seen an 

Ass like this one has in your lifetime?” 

Renee felt her face flush red, as the room was 

filled with laughter. 

“I sure the fuck aint boss!” Rocco stated.

“Well miss Bat-pussy,” Stanton announced, taking 

a seat in a chair in front of Renee, tilting his 

head in order to make eye contact with 

his captive. 

“You have just about reached your usefulness to me!” 

Stanton expressed, seeing a glint of fear in Renee’s 

eyes. “Once we’re finished entertaining ourselves 

here...It’s bye, bye Bat-bitch!”

“Cowardly bastards!” Renee said almost inaudibly, 

under her breath, just loud enough for Stanton 

to hear.

 Stanton felt his anger fueled, but quickly grinned 

instead. “Well...well!” He laughed, walking over to 

a nearby table to retrieve a spool of string. 

“You still got a lot of spunk left in you...don’t 

you bitch!” He responded, pinching her left breast.

Stanton laughed, giving her right breast a tweak as 

well, before unwinding several strands of string from 

the roll, watching the look of puzzlement in Renee’s 

eyes as he did so.

“We were just gonna fuck your Asshole for awhile,” 

Stanton remarked, tying one end of the string of both 

pieces, to each of her nipples, before wrapping the 

other ends of the string around the legs of the bench.

 “AAAAAHHHHHH!” Renee screamed, as the string was 

pulled taunt and tied securely, causing her nipples 

to be yanked painfully outwards.

 “Enjoy cunt!” Stanton laughed, sitting down in 

front of her again, enjoying every moment of pain 

she was experiencing.

 “Gentlemen,” Stanton announced, looking up at 

Skelly, who was seated the furthest away. 

“Before we partake of this young lady’s back door,” 

he replied. 

“I think we should warm up her Ass up little!”

 Stanton hesitated a moment, as he lit a cigarette.

“Skelly,” he nodded. “Get that lash off the wall!”

Renee shivered, as she heard the footsteps behind 

her fade away, then slowly she heard the sound 

return, getting increasingly louder.

 Stanton smiled, in anticipation, as did the other 

two men, who like him, awaited the start of their 

adversary’s punishment.

Stanton looked around at all of the 3 men, 

gauging their reactions, then stared at Renee for 

a moment as well, before he gives Skelly a nod.

 Renee almost jumps out of her skin, as the 

first lash impacts on her bare buttocks. 

“Animals!!” She screamed out, wanting to beg them 

to stop, but wasn’t going to give them the 

satisfaction of breaking her spirit, no matter 

how much it hurt.

Besides, she knew even if, she did beg them...her 

punishment would still go on.

 Skelly felt his cock strain against his pants, 

watching Renee twist and turn her naked buttocks 

in an attempt to avoid his lash. 

Renee is oblivious to the pain of her breasts now, 

as her ass is systematically criss-crossed with 

red welts.

Finally, Stanton waves his hand, and the beating

stops. Renee slumps in relief, as Stanton grabs a 

tube of K Y jelly off the table. 

“Now, it’s time to explore this tight little Ass 

of yours!” He announces, walking behind her, 

unbuckling his pants, as Skelly sits down to view 

the action.

 Renee can hear the sound of a zipper behind her, 

as Stanton removes his pants, and again places them 

neatly on a chair beside him. His shorts are next, 

and his rock-hard cock bounces free of it’s 

containment. 

Stanton strips out of his shirt and grins at the 

others, his huge, rock-hard, fully erect cock, 

bouncing prominently before him, as he walks 

towards his naked captive. 

Renee jumps involuntarily, feeling Stanton’s 

huge fingers spread the cold jell from the K Y 

jelly tube, up inside her rectum, and around her 

butt cheeks.

 There was a slight hesitation, as he tosses 

the lubricant to Rocco, then Renee starts to 

panic, feeling Stanton’s hard cock 

separated her Ass cheeks.

Renee tries to ignore the pain, as Stanton’s 

shaft pushes into her rectum, but fails 

miserably, screaming like a banshee as he pushes 

furthur and furthur into her.

 “Hell,” Stanton chuckled, penetrating another 

inch deeper into her Ass. 

“Bitch is a virgin back here too!”

“Tight Fucking assed bitch!” He complained, 

now roughly 6 inches into her, pouring with 

sweat as he tries to penetrate even more.

 Renee felt as if a baseball bat had been 

forced up inside of her. The pain was 

unbearable, and she continued to scream as he

 grabbed her waist in order to get more leverage, 

to penetrate her deeper. Finally after gaining 

2 more inches, Stanton lost control and blew 

his load in her Ass, before withdrawing 

“Your turn Rocco!” He announced, plopping 

down exhausted in his chair.

 As Rocco prepared to rape her, Renee noticed 

that the rope around her left wrist had 

loosened even further, she was now able to 

reach the string that was tied there, that 

tortured her left breast.

 Slowly, she began to work on the knot. 

From behind her, Rocco was lubricating his 

cock with K Y jelly. Renee jumped again, 

as Rocco pushed into her anus. 

 Renee again screamed, as she was impaled.

 Rocco rammed his cock home and penetrated 

nearly 5 inches in his first thrust. Then, he 

gained another 3 in another savage stroke. 

“Mother fucker...you were right boss!” 

Rocco replied. “Bitch has got the tightest 

Asshole I ever fucked!”

 Rocco pushed a little furthur, then like 

Stanton, he too blew his load into Renee’s 

Ass. Soaked with sweat, he pulls out of her, 

making room for Vito. 

Unknown to her rapists, Renee had 

completely freed her left arm, and the 

strings that were tied around her 

nipples. 

Stanton and his men were too wrapped up in 

her rape to notice. 

Now, if she could only free her other arm?

 “Unnh!” Renee grunted, as Vito pushed 

her. He was a lot smaller in size than the 

others, but it still hurt like hell as he 

pumped into her ass.

 By the time, Skelly took his turn, 

Renee had freed both her arms and was 

working on the ropes that held her 

ankles. 

 Now she had a small chance.

..if only she has the time.

 Skelly raped her ass for about 10 

minutes, then like the rest blew his 

load into her rectum, and withdrew.

 “Well I guess your time is up cunt!” 

Stanton announced, picking up a gun 

from off of the table, before walking 

towards her.

“I’m sure gonna miss you pussy bitch!” 

 Renee panicked...she was almost free, 

but was out of time. Stanton had his 

way with her, and was now ready to 

end her life. What she needed 

was a miracle?

 And that’s what she got!

Suddenly, for no reason, the Overhead 

lights went out. As the men stumbled 

around in the darkness, Renee freed her 

ankles, and felt around in the pitch 

black for some kind of weapon.

 “I got it boss!” She heard Rocco 

yell out in the darkness of the room, 

as he found the breaker box that 

controlled the room’s lighting.

 When the room was again illuminated, 

Renee smashed Skelly in the head with 

a chunk of steel pipe that she 

had found.

 As Skelly hit the floor unconscious, 

Renee attacked Vito. Vito managed to 

duck in time, but the pipe, smashed 

into the jaw of Rocco. Blood 

spewed from his mouth, as he fell 

to the floor in pain.

 Renee, quicker than the other 

two men could react, kicked Vito 

the room, knocking him out when 

his head impacted the wall.

 “Oh...fuck!” Stanton panicked, 

turning to run.

 Renee’s entire body ached from 

the abuse she had taken. But, she 

was now running on pure 

adrenaline, and her now, pure 

hatred of Stanton, fueled her rage. 

 Stanton didn’t get two steps 

before Renee was on him. He tried 

to fight her, but his punches 

found only thin air, while hers 

connected time and time against 

his jaw.

 Stanton finally hit the floor 

unconscious, but Renee still 

continued to punch him again and 

again. 

She had a lot of pain to give 

back to him, and felt cheated in 

her revenge. 

Finally, exhausted, she left him 

in a pool of his own blood, and 

walked away.

Her own clothes ripped to shreds, 

Renee found some clothes that was 

at least close to fitting her 

sleek athletic figure...even if 

baggy as hell.

 She took another look at the 

four men lying on the ground 

before her. She would not be the 

same after today.

 Not just because Stanton had 

taken her virginity, or that she 

was gang-raped by men much older 

than her...not even that she 

was anally raped.

 It was because she wanted to 

kill everyone in that room. Not 

out of defense, like she did with 

John steel. It was cold hearted 

rage...if there had been another 

man in the room conscious, a 

bad guy or not, she would have 

attacked him as well.

 Was this a passing feeling, 

of what they had did to her today, 

or was this feeling going to 

haunt her the rest of her life?

 At this time, she hated all 

men...even the gentle Alfred 

Pennyworth...the gentlest 

and kindest man she had ever 

known, set her temper to boil.

She had to be by herself 

to think.

 She wondered if she should 

call the police, or maybe an 

ambulance, for the wounded men 

before her. She walked over 

to where Rocco was moaning 

in pain.

 She felt herself fill with 

anger again...then kicked him 

hard in the chest. 

“Fuck you!” She cursed, 

walking away. 

“Fuck all of you!”

 As she ventured out into the 

night air, she felt a little 

more relieved. She thought of 

all the women who had 

suffered a fate like hers.

 Then, she counted her blessings that,

 she had survived this night....many 

women didn’t survive their nightmares.

Renee took a deep breath and 

slowly let it out.

“Tomorrow,” she thought to herself, 

the smallest glint of a smile on her face, 

deciding to take just one day at a time.

“Tomorrow...will be a better day!”

                The End.