Written: 1/9/07 5/31/09
Revised: xx/xx/xx
(Batgirl, Two-Face, M/F. cons.)
SUBJECT: Batgirl is blackmailed into an ongoing consensual sexual relationship
with Two-Face.
WARNING: This story is a sequel to Batgirl Buys her
Freedom. The same caveats that applied to that story apply here:
This story is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature.
If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further,
but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.
The story is a work of fiction and is not intended to portray any real persons,
living or dead, nor is it at all intended to encourage the type of activity
portrayed here. Batgirl and Two-Face are copyrighted, trademarked, and owned
by DC Comics. The Characters are used without the copy write owners
permission, either implied or expressed and it is strictly intended for the
personal enjoyment of those who appreciate the superheroine in
bondage/peril/sexual situations genre. The story depicts graphic sexual
situations, including violence, and non-consensual or reluctant sex. Again,
it is NOT intended, nor is it at all suitable, for minors. If you are under
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Like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story (unless there is a
sequel) the characters are magically returned to their original condition,
undamaged, unharmed, and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events
that have taken place. . . It is as if the story had never happened, because,
after all, it never really did.
The story is set in modern times.
Birth control is used inconsistently in this story, and, of course in 'real
life every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave
responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes
to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.
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A mainstay for any writer is feedback from the readership.
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Special thanks to Gaston Leroux and his novel Phantom of the
Opera. I drew heavily upon his ideas for the final dialog between
Batgirl and Two-Face.
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Chapter 10: The other room . . . with Two-Face!
Batgirl took Two-Faces hand and led him into the bedroom. She hesitated
by the bed, looking away from the arch-villain, and whispered, Im
yours. Ill do whatever you want. She was expecting to be quickly
and brutally raped again, but whatever he did, she would endure it since
it was the price she had to pay for her failed escape attempt and to save
the two men who had tried to help her.
Two-Face stepped beside her and rested a small suitcase on the bed. Opening
it, he took out a hand towel and a white night gown. Without looking at Batgirl,
he handed her the garment. Put it on, he said without inflection,
and closing the suitcase he turned away, placing the suitcase on the floor.
When he looked back, Batgirl had slipped the gown over her head and stood,
waiting. The spotless white garment was loose, hanging down to just above
the knees, somewhat modest and looked almost virginal. She stood, waiting
for his instructions, not knowing what to expect. It was impossible to read
the expression on his face.
Ill do whatever you want, she repeated. Ill
be whatever you want me to be.
I want you to be my bride, Two-Face whispered. I want this
to be our wedding night.
Batgirl was stunned. She had expected abuse, degradation, and humiliation.
But it seemed that Two-Face was asking for an act of love. That was why he
had dressed her in the white gown: white, the symbol of purity and virginity.
Who was he trying to kid? Batgirl wondered. But he was talking to
her like a suitor, a supplicant for her affections. And that was more degrading
and humiliating than anything else he could have done. She had promised to
do whatever he wanted, to be whatever he wanted. But his
bride? And presumably to be his virginal bride?
There was no question that play acting was involved, so Batgirl decided that
her role was to be the timid, virgin on her wedding night, even though it
was still early in the morning. It would be a difficult role to play because
she remembered the many times Two-Face had brutally raped her. But, to be
honest, every rape had taken place after she had rebuffed him, and sometimes
her rebuffs had included rather cruel slanders against him.
She modestly let her eyes drop and she moved toward him, closing the gap
between them. It would take every bit of play-acting skill that she possessed
to portray a timid bride to one of the greatest arch-villains of Gotham City,
but apparently that was her role.
She looked up into his eyes, studying his face. One side could be considered
handsome, almost perfect, while the other side of his face displayed the
ravages of the acid scars that horribly disfigured him. He stood stock still
as she stood on her tip toes and gently kissed his cheek of the
normal side of his face.
If I am to be your bride, she whispered, her hands resting on
his shoulders, and if this is to be our wedding night, then it is time
to get ready for bed.
She slipped the jacket from his shoulders and let it fall. Taking her attention
from his face, she concentrated on his shirt, carefully opening each button.
When his shirt fell to the floor, she began to lift his undershirt. He resisted
and, still the virgin bride, Batgirl looked up to him and whispered,
Please. He yielded and raised his arms permitting his undershirt
to be peeled off. The acid scars continued down one side of his chest.
Batgirl resisted the repulsion she felt seeing the scarred body and slowly
raised a hand to touch the scarred chest. Two-Face flinched at her touch,
but permitted her to explore his chest. After a few moments, Batgirls
hands fell to his belt, then to opening his pants, which soon fell to the
floor leaving him dressed only in tented boxers.
Although she had been raped by Two-Face on numerous occasions, Batgirl had
never viewed his naked manhood. Hesitantly, she looked up at him. Did
the acid burn . . .?
Two-Faces voice was almost tender. No. My . . . . manhood . .
. was not affected. Its still fully functional.
Batgirl dropped her eyes. I know! It was impossible to keep the
bitterness out of her voice, and Two-Face picked up on it. He gently took
her in his arms and held her. Im sorry I hurt you, he
whispered.
There was something comforting about his apology that touched Batgirl. Resolving
to be his virgin bride, she snuggled her face against his shoulder and leaned
into him. After a moment, she shuddered at the thought of what she was about
to do. Stiffening her resolve, she whispered into his chest, Come to
bed.
The pair separated and turned to the bed. Batgirl chose to ignore the rumpled,
stained bedding as she slid beneath the sheets, Two-Face close behind her.
She noticed that he had carefully moved so that his unburned side was most
visible to her. He propped himself on his elbow, gazing at the vision of
beauty lying submissively beside him. He caressed her cheek before he bent
to gently kiss her eyelids, probably the only areas of her face that were
exposed through her cowl. Again she shuddered. Her hands trembled as if she
didnt know what to do with them. Fists clenched, they came to rest
on her shoulders. His lips found hers. She tried to kiss him back, but he
could sense the difficulty she was having and he understood it and accepted
it.
His hands began to roam, and after a noticeable hesitation, she tentatively
reached out to stroke the normal side of his face and chest.
His touch was amazingly gentle, nothing like the sadistic mauling she had
encountered from him before. His gentle smooth hand on her breast beneath
her night gown felt totally foreign to her. If it hadnt been
Two-Faces hand, his touch might have been exciting. There was dampness
between her legs, probably left over from the night before. There was no
way she would admit to herself that being touched by that monster could be
causing her body to prepare for sex.
But timidly, she admitted to herself that his soft caress might be affecting
her.
Incongruously, as he cupped her fur-covered Mound of Venus, he paused to
ask her if she wanted him to stop! The question so surprised Batgirl, she
was speechless and couldnt respond. He raised himself to look into
her eyes and repeated the question, and mutely, Batgirl gave the answer that
she knew was required: she shook her head. Lost in confusion that he would
give her the choice of not continuing, she raised her hips as he lifted her
nightgown.
Suddenly, she felt very virginal in this absolutely strange interaction taking
place between the two arch-enemies, and she asked that he not take her nightgown
off completely. It was as if, as a virgin bride, she wished to remain at
least partially clothed.
Tentatively, she reached out to his boxers and, somewhat clumsily, began
pulling them down. He helped and soon the boxers were thrown out to the side
of the bed.
Astonishingly, Two-Face offered to use protection if she wished, and she
gratefully accepted his offer. His movements caused the sheet to fall aside
and she watched, amazed, as he rolled a condom over a normal looking penis,
not too large but certainly adequate, somewhat veined, with a purple corona
shaped like the end of a mushroom.
When his hands returned to caress her again, the dampness of the lubricant
from the condom was noticeably present.
She raised her hips as he slid the towel beneath her. And, confused, she
stared into his eyes. He moved over her and quickly, she looked away. She
was afraid. Again she didnt know what to do with her hands. She felt
his penis separate her labia and she trembled. She was about to receive
Two-Faces penis into her womanhood. She wasnt bound. She hadnt
been beaten senseless. In fact, she had even invited him into bed with her.
She couldnt look at him, her fists seemed to thrash around aimlessly
and she felt her muscles tighten as he began to press forward.
Batgirl was letting Two-Face fuck her!
She gasped when he entered her, but felt no pain. There was lubrication on
the condom and she still had some residual dampness from the night before.
He paused and retreated an inch before gently pressing deeper into her. It
wasnt long before his pelvis met hers and their pubic hair meshed.
Batgirl didnt know what to do as she felt her body spasm around him.
Her heart quaked within her breast. Her body seemed to be welcoming him even
if she didnt.
He whispered something about how good she felt and began a slow, gentle thrusting
into her. His actions were probably the gentlest, most considerate lovemaking
she had ever encountered, and it confused her. Batgirl let her legs dangle
uselessly as his penis plunged into her Listening to the sounds in that quiet
room: the only sounds she heard was his breathing, gasps and an occasional
moan. She tried to escape into mindless oblivion, but the demands of his
body become so great that her body responded, dragging her back to reality.
The arch-villain drove into her repeatedly making Batgirl match his rhythm.
It wasnt long before he began breathing heavier and speeding up. Batgirl
looked away, her fists trembling over her shoulders as she felt him growing
larger within her. Quickly and uncharacteristically, he began sobbing her
name as he pressed into her and orgasmed. Only the presence of the condom
prevented him from filling every nook and cranny inside of her.
Without thought, she raised her hips to meet him and gasped as he climaxed
inside her.
After he collapsed on top of her and his breathing began to return to normal,
he brought a hand to her breast, gently holding it, a finger tracing circles
around the nipple. He didnt mention it, but Batgirl realized she
hadnt lived up to her part of their agreement: She had promised to
give him her absolute cooperation, her unrestrained and enthusiastic
participation: to fuck him and suck him. She hadnt done that. But there
was no denying, despite all of his crude words and threats, in the end, Two-Face
had gently, lovingly _*made love*_ to her. And she had let him.
And Two-Faces effort at romance was certainly winning out where rape
had failed. Batgirl blushed at how willingly she had accepted his manhood
into her, and how she continued to accept his slowly softening presence within
her.
Chapter 11: Afterwards.
Batgirl lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, filled with self loathing
over what she had done. Whereas it was true, she had given herself to Two-Face
so that he would not maim the two men he had captured, that didnt reduce
the guilt she felt from actually having invited Two-Face into bed with her.
And she had not resisted as he climbed on top of her, separating her thighs
and mounting her.
Although horrified at the thought, Batgirl had actually permitted Two-Face
to fuck her. And without resistance, she had acquiesced as he came inside
of her.
This was Two-Face!
And she had fucked him!
And even now, unresisting, she felt his shrinking member still inside of
her, as he reached between them to hold the base of the condom against his
penis, withdrew and moved beside her. She trembled as guilt bathed her like
water from a fire hose. The used condom was quickly disposed of and
Two-Faces damp hand returned to cup her breast, causing an involuntary
shudder to pass through Batgirl.
Two-Face began whispering gently in her ear, and she refused to respond.
His words were soothing, apologetic, conciliatory.
Batgirl realized what he was doing. When she had been in college, she had
had a boyfriend who did the same thing. The boyfriend had always wanted her
after they had argued about something, as if the joining of their bodies
was all that was necessary to mend the estrangement between them. She had
always resented it then, even as she resented now, the easy supposition that
everything was healed and forgiven by the coupling of their bodies. And yet,
when she was in college, shed only resisted slightly when hed
raised her chin. It was not because shed weakened and wanted sex, but
because it would have been vindictive and spiteful to have refused him for
the sake of a little argument. And in those days, she had always felt better
after they had made love; she was no longer as upset.
Two-Face was raising her chin now, and she resented it again. But she let
him, not because she wanted sex, but because she had made a promise. As repulsed
as she was by the touch of the arch villain, she returned his kiss. And she
rolled on her back. And she permitted him to slide the nightgown upward,
removing it completely. And, staring up at the ceiling, she spread her legs
and listened to the sweet nothings he whispered into her ear.
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After the second coupling of their bodies, Two-Face had taken her from
Jerrys rude cottage to his own opulent quarters where they had shared
lunch. They spent the rest of the day together. Before they retired for the
evening, Two-Face fucked her six times. He had tried for a seventh. Although
he was able (with some effort) to achieve an erection, try as he might, he
couldnt coax another orgasm from his body. Eventually, he turned out
the light and they slept, Batgirl enfolded in his arms, his hand on her breast.
Chapter 12: The alarm cock.
There was a tingling that awoke her, something she didnt recognize
at first. Before she could relax, she remembered where she was. And she
experienced an unexpected eye-opener. She guessed that, as she slept, she
had rolled over and with her back to him, her body had sought out the nearest
heat source: Two-Face. He had drawn her into a spoon position. It was his
hand on her breast that had her nipple standing straight out that was causing
the tingle. And she was aware of her naked bottom nested against the spongy
nest of his groin which was sprouting an obvious morning erection
as Two-Face awoke and pressed her to him.
She fondly remembered that morning erection from her college
days. She and her boyfriend had fondly called it the alarm cock,
because it woke them both up. And even now, waking and finding herself in
this position, the awful truth was that she was aroused! In spite of every
feeling of repulsion she felt toward Two-Face, her lower body had a pulsing
heat that sought love, a craving itch and the rest of her longed for comfort
and release from the intense nervous tension that had been permeating her
ever since she had first been captured by Two-Face. Her body was responding!
Damn it, she was stimulated!
And although she didnt like the intimacy of lying beside Two-Face,
embraced by him, she felt him rousing as she moved. Batgirl held her breath
and tried to slide away from the danger, but Two-Face recognized their condition.
He rolled her erect nipple between his fingers eliciting a whimper from Batgirl.
She shivered beneath the sheet, the only covering (aside from her cowl) she
had over her body that had somehow been drawn over them as they slept.
So, youre awake? he whispered and kissed her shoulder,
sending goose bumps down her spine.
Not willing to admit her vulnerability, Batgirl remained quiet, but nodded
her head.
Good! He moved away from her slightly, to Batgirls relief,
until she realized that he was rolling another condom into place. Her face
was burning. She knew what would happen once the condom was in place. And
when Two-Face had completed the task, he rolled back to her, but slid lower
in the bed. His arm surrounded her again as he resumed the spoon position,
but his hand slid downward, forcing its way between her legs to cup her mound.
Softly he kissed that especially sensitive spot on her neck. She moaned as
he caressed her. The alarm cock sought its home and found it.
She cried out as he entered her, but his hand stroked a wide pattern on her
torso, searching for and stimulating everything that made her a woman. He
was gentle but he was finding all the right places to touch.
The process was slow and gentle, almost loving, and the additional stimulation
of his caressing hand took its toll on her. Maybe it was because she was
still half asleep, but her body decided, without her consent, to respond
to her situation. Maybe it was because during the past few days, she had
participated in more consensual sex than she had had since college . . .
and some of it had even been pleasant!
And after a long time, and a great deal of stimulation, Batgirl moaned and
spasmed as the cock crowed and she involuntarily shared orgasms with Two-Face.
Grudgingly, it was the most wonderful fulfilling orgasm Batgirl had had since
she had been in college. Involuntary moans and sobs escaped her lips
Unmoving, the naked heroine lay on her side, physically sated as she recovered
from her climax. His hand had returned to her breast. There was a growing
fear in her. She was afraid of the intimacy that was growing between them.
It was more than just the physical acts themselves, although the repeated
acts of sex can lead to a closer physical acceptance of the partner and the
resulting intimacy. But she was even more afraid of the temptation toward
emotional and mental intimacy between her, Batgirl, and Two-Face, the Arch
villain.
Rape, unpleasant as it had been, was never an act of intimacy. It was an
act of violence, domination or degradation. But now that she was required
to participate and cooperate, even though she hadnt really
cooperated . . . but her simple lack of resistance was threatening her in
a new and unexpected way. Despite her loathing and contempt of Two-Face,
he was increasingly becoming more proficient at manipulating her body, and
her body was increasingly responding to his touch and caress. She was afraid
she was growing closer to him. Each time their bodies merged, the temptation
to talk and become closer increased. There was a real danger of her enjoying
their couplings, growing closer to him; in short, there was a real danger
of intimacy. And that prospect was terrifying!
The role she had accepted . . . the new husband / virgin
bride relationship, called for commitment. And that was a commitment
that she dared not enter, because it would destroy her and everything she
stood for.
He had been holding her, his fingers gently caressing her breast, rolling
her nipple, his breath stroking her ear. And once more, her nipple was growing
hard and she began moving her thighs in that unconscious, subtle self arousing
movement. His kiss behind her ear was more restrained than the brush of the
wing of a butterfly.
It was as if she were back in college again. Two-Face had been gentle and
tender. His strokes of all of the old, familiar slopes and crests of her
breasts seemed so new. He was rapidly becoming fully familiar with every
nuance of her luscious body, a body that had not been treated with such
consideration for so long a long time and couldnt help but react to
every touch that he was using so well. Although she was no longer asleep,
she allowed her mind to drift into that blank semi-conscious fog of daydream.
Batgirl rolled onto her back. Every caress felt new to her and she grew more
and more and more wild, nuzzling and nipping at him.
Their bodies joined, and both of them began thrashing. Batgirl lost all memory
of who she was, who they were before this moment because at
that moment, they became the same!
The climax came. She was defenseless. It was too much for Batgirl and she
welcomed with satisfaction and ease of her own overwhelming climax combining
with his explosion of dense streams of cum erupting into her like a volcano.
After the explosive climax, increasing guilt flooded Batgirl as she felt
his member slowly shrinking in side of her, his weight pinning her to the
bed, his heavy breathing in her ear. They were sweating now and the sweat
felt good on the skin! She was losing the battle. Guilt or not, it would
just be a matter of time until, defacto, she would become the bride of Two-Face.
Or if not his bride, his bride-toy. Or his bitch.
Two-Face gazed at the voluptuous exhausted woman, devastated, jerking
spasmodically and moaning every time a delayed wave of pleasure went through
her scorched, naked body. Her arms and legs wide opened, her vagina, abdominals
and groin shining with radiance, her face frozen in a grin of pleasure, her
eyes blurred behind her cowl . . . Two-face suspected that Batgirls
body was suffering a terrible, maybe utter, defeat.
He moved to the edge of the bed and reported he was going to get breakfast
for them. He pulled on his pants and tee-shirt quickly, but before he left
the room, he retrieved the suitcase and put it on the foot of the bed.
There are some clothes for you here. You can try them on for size,
if you wish. And he left.
Curious, the recovering Batgirl opened the suitcase and examined the contents.
She was taken aback by what she found, but not really surprised. There was
a set of sweat clothes and a bathrobe. But beyond the practical apparel,
she found a baby doll nighty, a bikini, and other sexy outfits. There was
one item that puzzled her: it was a light blue gauze material in one piece,
v-neck to below the navel, a waist sash and a flaring skirt that reached
close to ankle length, but the hem of the skirt was drawn up in two places
and sewn to the elastic waistband of the costume. She couldnt envision
how it looked, so she slipped it on and stood before the mirror. She was
shocked by what she saw!
It looked like a transparent gauze nightgown, but the front hem was pulled
up, exposing her inner thighs and revealing a glimpse of her bare pubis.
Likewise, as she turned and looked in back, the hem was pulled up, exposing
a solid glimpse of her backside. It was at this miserable moment that Two-Face
returned.
Ah, you found it! Im so glad you tried it on for me! he
chortled.
You cant expect me to wear this! she protested.
Of course I can! You look marvelous in it!
But it . . . Batgirl was at a loss for words.
Setting the tray with food on the table, Two-Face stepped to Batgirl. It
covers you as well as a night gown should, he explained running his
hand down her side and bringing it to the front where her bare pubis was
readily available for his touch. Batgirl cringed and pulled away. At
the same time, Two-Face continued, leading her to the table and bending
her over it. As soon as Batgirl realized what he was doing, she resisted,
but he pressed more insistently. Reluctantly, she yielded.
At the same time, it leaves you available to furnish pleasure . . .
there was the sound of a zipper being opened and the rustle of clothing.
Batgirl didnt bother to look to see what was happening. . . .
any way that I wish! The familiar cold feeling of a condom covered
penis separating her labia made Batgirl gasp. He was right! With this . .
. garment . . . he didnt even have to pull up the skirt to reach her
womanhood.
Chapter 13: the honeymoon.
The next days were like a honeymoon. They remained in the bedroom most of
the time making love often. After a couple of days, Two-Face took her outside
to an open-air garden that was pleasantly tended but surrounded by high walls.
Escape would be difficult, and since he never left her side, impossible for
all practical purposes. They enjoyed a picnic lunch under a large leafy tree,
ending the meal with their own carnal dessert.
There was a tremendous difference between consensual sex and rape. Batgirl
felt it, even if it was with Two-Face. Rape always involved tension, nervousness,
anxiety, all of which burned up a tremendous amount of energy, draining and
exhausting her. By engaging in consensual sex with Two-Face, the tension
melted away and strangely Batgirl felt fulfillment and well being. As a result,
Batgirl made love with Two-Face several times each night without undue effort
or stress, and although she felt fatigue, she also enjoyed resilience, renewal,
and receptiveness to repeatedly consummate their liaison. In a word, she
enjoyed fucking him!
Batgirl frowned to herself as she realized the pleasure she received from
sex with Two-Face. In reality, sex was forced upon her, but she found a certain
contentment, an acceptance, a fascinating satisfaction that
came from being filled with his manhood. It was surprising that everything
he did could feel so very, very good.
Im truly sorry I had to force myself upon you, he whispered
in the night. Im so sorry that ours couldnt have been a
consensual relationship from the very beginning. But, of course, he
had tried to woo her in the beginning and she had refused him. Such is the
relationship between heroine and villain.
At night, they would snuggle in bed. Sometimes snuggling would lead to more
love making. Sometimes, they would fall asleep snuggling. And while she was
snuggling one evening, Batgirl realized that their behavior was very much
like being husband and wife. The idea gave her a sinking feeling.
Soon, but not soon enough for Batgirl, he excused himself after breakfast
and left her so he could attend business. He returned to join her for meals
and quick sex. Two-Face enjoyed variety when he came home so Batgirl learned
to be wearing a different costume each time he returned. Sometimes she wore
her Batgirl costume, other times only a bathrobe, or baby doll nightgown.
And sometimes, she dressed only in her utility belt. Occasionally, she would
be wearing nothing but her cowl.
She always wore her cowl. She had not unmasked before him and he had not
demanded that she unmask.
No longer a virgin bride, Batgirl found herself looking forward
to, even anticipating his return and the resultant newlywed sex.
Some days he would return to her pleased and exuberant. And they would make
love to celebrate his mood.
Their evening routine varied: sometimes he would take her directly to bed
when he returned home. Sometimes after supper they might simply sit in the
same room and read. And sometimes they would play a card game or a board
game. It was not unusual for their evening game to be interrupted by a sexual
tryst, followed by a return to their game. And, of course, when the lights
were turned out, Two-Face always demanded his husbandly prerogatives.
Her willful participation allowed an outlet for Batgirls long repressed
sex drive to surface, a drive that had been inhibited ever since she had
donned the cowl. And she found that her libido was becoming much greater
than she had expected: certainly greater than in college.
Maybe it was because Two-Face was a far superior lover to her college sweetheart.
But as rapidly as she recognized her expanding libido, the heavier the guilt
lay on her heart as she remembered who it was that was feeding
her libido.
Although Two-Face gave her good orgasms, she carefully controlled her heart.
It would never do for her to fall in love with Two-Face.
Occasionally, she let her guard down. She lost herself in the beauty of
love-making, and the majesty of that sweet activity threatened to redefine
her soul. She exalted in the pure physicality of that ceaseless ever-moving
activity. There should be a great sense of security that grows out of having
a lover, along with a sense of well-being and belonging to that person and
knowing that that person belongs to and was committed to you.
That was the way it had been in college. But she knew that Two-Face could
break her neck on a whim, or sell her into slavery as soon as he tired of
her. Nevertheless, it became harder for her to remind herself that it was
Two-Face she was screwing. Two-Face: every superheroes arch-enemy.
Occasionally, in the evening, he came back depressed, and Batgirl quickly
learned it was her responsibility to cheer him up. And she couldnt
accomplish that by simply lying down and spreading her legs. She actually
had to woo him if he was in an especially foul mood. She would
nibble his nose, his chin, his brow. The more upset he was, the more she
would have to tease him, his neck, his nipples, his knees. It was the reverse
of what happened after arguments in college. And it was true: by connecting
their bodies, she could mend whatever had gone wrong in his day. It was a
basic and easy supposition: Alls well that ends well. And he was never
as upset after they had made love. It always made him feel better.
Chapter 14: Batgirl pays for her reluctance.
Batgirl tried never to upset Two-Face. She attempted never to deny his enjoyment
and continued to play her part as the new, but no longer virgin bride. But
the guilt built up in her whenever she stopped to think that she was willingly
fucking her archenemy, probably the worst villain of Gotham City.
Eventually this began showing in her performance in his bed. Two-Face noticed
the change, but initially said nothing.
One afternoon he returned from work.
Hi, Honey! Im home! Two-Face seemed to enjoy this charade-like
gesture of domestic bliss. Batgirl stepped into the room and embraced him.
Again, it was not because she wanted to embrace him, but it was part of part
of the required ritual.
Today, she was wearing sweats and a bathrobe. Two-Face noted the coolness
of her reception.
After dinner, he sipped his wine and commented, Im not in the
mood for playing a game tonight. Lets go to bed early. He stood
and headed toward the bedroom door.
Batgirl was growing increasingly uncomfortable with her continued sexual
cooperation and tried to put him off. Im not ready for bed yet.
You go ahead. Ill stay here and read for a while.
Two-Faces expression became hard. I dont think so!
he responded callously. You promised to fuck me and suck me and do
whatever I ask. I think its time for a blowjob!
Batgirl resented his callousness. And yet, at the same time, it was seductive.
Their marital relationship thus far hadnt included oral
sex, even though she knew that was included in her promise to him. Mentally,
she cursed him for his disregard of her feelings. Anger flashed in her eyes.
She tried to recall their lovemaking from that morning. She had unexpectedly
found joy, the welling up of emotion that they had both shared and enjoyed.
Afterwards, the guilt and fear from this experience had led her to determine
to back off of their relationship if she could.
But, now, throughout her body, bundles of muscles tightened and cramped.
She felt stifled, restrained, and she asked herself, How could she
ever give herself to this maniac?
Angrily, she moved to face Two-Face and unzipped his pants. Then she unfastened
the belt and pushed his clothing to the floor. Taking him by the biceps,
she pushed him back into a chair and knelt before him, pushing his knees
aside and moving in on his already semi-erect penis.
Just as she got close enough to smell cock, he demanded, almost in passing,
Take off your clothes.
Startled at first by his demand, Batgirl rocked back on her haunches. Then,
with her lips set, she peeled off the robe and let it fall. Without preamble
or comment, she pulled the sweatshirt over her head. Then she stood to push
the sweatpants down and off. She wasnt wearing any underwear . . .
Two-Face hadnt provided that. As soon as she was naked before him,
she again dropped to her knees and took his now erect member into her mouth.
Batgirl didnt like giving blowjobs. The only time she had taken pleasure
in sucking a mans cock was back in college when her college lover had
begged her. And then, she had enjoyed it simply because she could tell it
meant so much to him and he got such pleasure from it.
After that, she had sucked him in the college apartment as often as he had
asked, and she had become quite proficient at it.
She was using the skills she had learned so long ago on Two-Face, knowing
that she could use her mouth to really clean his clock! Frankly, she half
expected him to stop her and to throw her on her back to finish, but he continued
guiding her head, eventually forcing her to deep throat him until he came
in her gullet.
Two-Face had forced Batgirl to give head in the past when he had raped her,
but never had he experienced her magic lips, her teasing tongue and her talented
tonsils like he did that night.
There was no way he could remain angry after that climax. After he recovered,
he joined her in the living area and they watched an animated
video. At its conclusion, they sat in silence until Batgirl felt she
couldnt postpone the inevitable any longer. They went to bed and made
love again.
It was good for both of them, but Two-Face could not forget her reluctance.
She was giving herself, but she was falling short of absolute cooperation,
of unrestrained and enthusiastic participation in his bed.
Chapter 15: Batgirl pays more for her reluctance.
By the way, he whispered as she curled up in his arms in preparation
for sleep, Tomorrow I plan to bring someone else here. I want to watch
you fuck him.
The statement hit Batgirl like a gut punch. She had promised to fuck Two-Face,
but not to be his whore fucking anyone he brought in. But when she tried
to object, he reminded her that their agreement: that she would fuck and
suck him and anyone else he chose, giving him her absolute cooperation, her
unrestrained and enthusiastic participation for as long as he wanted.
And absolute cooperation included entertaining anyone else that
Two-Face chose.
Batgirl quick realized that resistance to this, as any of Two-Faces
demands would upset Two-Face, and she had to avoid this at any costs. Reluctantly
she agreed, and the two of them curled up for sleep. Once again, his hand
found her breast and guilt resurfaced in Batgirl with a vengeance at the
thought that she would become Two-Faces whore, to be sold or given
to anyone he chose. Batgirl slept very little that night, fretting resentfully
over Two-Faces demands of her.
The entire next day, Batgirl paced her room, filled with fear and trembling,
wondering who would be Two-Faces guest that evening. Finally,
she prepared for the evening by selecting a simple, black night dress held
up by spaghetti straps and covering her from just above her breasts to midway
between her hips and her knees.
After an eternity of waiting, she heard a rattle at the door and Two-Face
entered, escorting Jerry into her room. Jerry and Batgirl stared at each
other. Confounded, Batgirl hadnt suspected that he might be the one.
Poor Jerry was scared to death.
Okay, Two-Face interjected, startling both of them. Sitting in
a chair to the side of the room and said to Batgirl, Its up to
you. Fuck him!
Batgirl embraced Jerry, calming his fears. She had shared Jerrys bed
before using her body as payment for his attempt to help her escape. And
she had promised him, if her escape had been successful, she would continue
to have sex with him for a period of time. Jerry was simple, but Batgirl
had grown somewhat fond of him.
Fucking Jerry wouldnt really be whoring herself out. Especially when
she considered the myriad of other choices that Two-Face might have presented.
And she was obligated to submit her body to whomever Two-Face wished. Once
again, she reflected sardonically that being a whore was a role she was growing
accustomed to.
Wordlessly, Batgirl took Jerrys trembling cheeks between her hands
and kissed him gently. Once more, Jerry was totally unsure of what was expected
of him and mutely stood as she allowed one strap to fall from her shoulder.
Slowly, as sensuously as possible, she removed his shirt, then his pants
and the rest of his clothes, before peeling her own night dress down and
off of her. Gently, she took his hand and led him to bed.
Poor Jerry was so terrified of Two-Faces presence that it took all
of Batgirls considerable skills, including her oral talents, to bring
him to arousal and gently pull him on top of her, carefully guiding his manhood
to her and drawing him into her. Her sweet caresses and endearments helped
him to maintain his erection until he was finally able begin thrusting and
ultimately climaxing inside of the subjugated heroine.
Whatever beauty, whatever satisfaction may have been present, Two-Face abruptly
destroyed the mood by applauding, then insisting on examining Batgirl to
be sure that Jerry hadnt faked it . . . and that Jerry, indeed, had
deposited his cum inside the humiliated heroine.
Chapter 16: Two-Faces Frustration.
The next night Batgirl awaited Two-Faces return. She was wearing a
simple bathrobe and her cowl.
When he came in, he was battered and bruised. He had done a caper and run
into Batman. Two-Face had been soundly defeated and, although he had escaped,
he still carried the bruises from the encounter. He was in a foul mood as
when he stormed into the bedroom at first not noticing her.
Batgirl took a step toward him, her hand reaching out to caress his bruised
face when he caught sight of her in the mirror. Turning and facing her, he
viciously grabbed her wrist and paused for a moment, still seething over
his encounter with the Bat. His eyes snapped into focus on his prisoner as
if suddenly remembering that she was here to serve him any way he wished.
Releasing her wrist, he demanded, Take off your clothes!
Astonished by the crude, harsh demand, Batgirl paused, staring at her antagonist.
Still concerned, she reached out to touch his bruised face while with her
other hand, she pulled loose the sash on her bathrobe.
Dont touch me! Two-Face screamed as he brushed her hand
away from her face and slapped her hard, sending her reeling across the room
into the wall. Bracing herself against the wall, the bathrobe hanging loosely
from her shoulders, her breast exposed through the loose garment, she looked
back shocked.
In an instant, he closed the distance between them. I told you to take
off your clothes! he declared hysterically, ripping the robe from her
shoulders. He grabbed the astonished Batgirl by the scruff of her neck and
dragged across the room and harshly threw her onto the bed. At the same time,
Two-Face opened his fly and jumped on top of the shocked Batgirl. With absolutely
no preamble, he forced his way into her, brutally raping her. He muttered
a rambling monolog as he thrust cruelly into the helpless girl. It
. . . was a perfect . . . plan . . . . Uhhhh . . . . but Batman . . . . foiled
it . . . uhhh . . . damn it! . . . Uhhh . . . uh . . . . . damn him! . .
. .
The harsh invasion of her unprepared female area caused excruciating pain
in Batgirl, and she screamed at the pain. She knew better than to plead.
This was almost as bad as the harsh rapes she had endured during her early
captivity. Little by little his thrusts became longer and deeper inside of
her, his violence decreased as his words trailed off and he clutched her
to him, beginning to grunt with each thrust.
Hold me! he gasped, and Batgirl obeyed, wrapping both her arms
and legs around him, pressing herself closer to him, drawing him deeper into
her. Her apparent acceptance of his lovemaking seemed to sooth the wild beast
in him, although he continued plowing her furrow while his breathing increased
until finally he spewed forth his seed.
Batgirl continued holding him close to her until the paroxysms of his climax
passed, then continued clutching his gasping form to him as he recovered.
Roughly, he pulled free and quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes
before impetuously returning to the bed, his hands stroking her breasts,
stomach, thighs, indeed, all of the contours of her body. He began to smother
her with fierce kisses, sucking on her breasts, stroking her mound and fingering
her sore vagina. When he kissed her eyes through the openings in her cowl,
he sobered as he tasted the wet tears.
Youre crying? he asked incredulously.
His recognition of her tears touched Batgirl. Never before had he ever seemed
to notice or even care about how she felt. Involuntarily, a sob escaped her
chest.
Im sore, she whispered tentatively, awaiting his reaction.
There was no anger in his eyes, only perplexity. Sore? he asked,
as if he was uncertain of the meaning of the word.
You hurt me, she continued, stifling another sob.
You shouldnt have resisted me, he answered, confused and
bewildered, as if he were completely unaware that he had done anything he
should not have done.
I didnt resist you. I have never resisted you since we entered
this room. I was flinching because you were hurting me. She turned
her face to the side and struggled to keep the heaving sobs in her chest
under control.
Two-Face gazed at the beautiful face beside him. Her face was concealed from
him by the cowl that she still wore, but he observed her clean, sharp jaw
line, those large full lips, and he imagined her high cheek bones beneath
the cowl. He surveyed the rest of her flawless body was marred only by the
bruises he had given her, the matted pubic hair and traces of semen that
streaked her pubis and thighs. His attention returned to her face. It was
lovely, but her eyes were filled with pain, and her face pinched with
humiliation.
The fury he had brought into the room was gone. Once again, he gently pulled
her into the cocoon of his arms and held her lovingly. And he whispered words
that Batgirl never expected to hear from him. Im sorry.
And Batgirl couldnt hold back her tears any longer. Burying her face
in his chest, she wept. And to her astonishment, Two-Face was sympathetic,
even apologetic. In his arms, she cried herself to sleep, gently hiccupping.
Chapter 17: Batgirl taken for a ride
When she woke the next morning, Two-Face was already dressed and breakfast
was set on the table. When she sat up in bed, he brought her a glass of juice
and the bathrobe to cover her nakedness.
I will be leaving for now, he stated simply. At lunch time,
we will be taking a trip together. You are to wear your Batgirl costume and
you may take anything you wish from this room. You wont be coming back
here.
Businesslike, he continued. Before you leave, you are to clean this
room thoroughly. Carefully wipe everything down. I want no indication left
that you have ever been here: no fingerprints, no hair, no sheets containing
evidences of your presence. The room will be left spotless.
Mutely, Batgirl nodded. The end had come. He was taking her for a
ride from which she would not return. Either he would kill her, or
he had already sold her into slavery and was delivering her to her new owner.
After he had left and she had completed her morning ablutions, she found
he had left underwear for her. It was the first time he had provided this.
She cringed since he wouldnt give her underwear if he planned to kill
her. Resolutely, she dressed in her Batgirl costume and carefully carried
out his directions. He arrived at noon and looked around the apartment.
When he was satisfied that everything was satisfactory, he led her by the
arm to the first of two limousines waiting outside.
They rode in silence. The windows of the limousine were tinted, so she could
not see where they were going. Finally, Two-Face broke the heavy silence.
I would like to explain what it meant to me when you agreed to join
me in my bed, he began.
Ever since I fell in the acid vat, I have never allowed myself to feel
tenderness or softness for anyone. But deep inside, all I really wanted was
to be loved for myself. When you gave yourself to me, I found myself becoming
gentle as a lamb . . . Batgirl found the description incongruous with
Two-Face, and yet, as she remembered over the past few weeks, she realized
it was true.
As my lover, you could do anything with me that you pleased . . . .
Again, incongruity. And she had never dared to do anything that might anger
him. Now she wondered if the limits she had placed on herself were greater
that the limits he had required of her.
Youll never realize how beautiful you became when you let me
kiss your forehead and your cheek. It was the first time Ive kissed
a woman since my face was scarred by the acid. And yet, when I kissed you,
you didnt draw back . . . do you know how long its been since
a woman hasnt been totally repulsed by my appearance? . . . His
voice was faltering. Were there tears in his eyes? He hesitated and looked
away and Batgirl observed a slight tremble in his shoulders.
Unsure of how to handle this situation, Batgirl faltered. You . . .
you asked me to . . . be your bride. I told you that I would do whatever
you wanted. . . .
Two-Face made a sound, was it a sob? Then he obviously struggled to gain
control of himself. Gently, Batgirl brushed away the tears from the good
side of his face, then the scarred side.
Regaining his composure, Two-Face continued, I was a man with the same
feelings as any other man: the needs to be loved, accepted. By becoming my
. . . bride . . . by making love with me, you gave me the acceptance
I so craved. You made me feel human again.
Swallowing hard, Two-Face concluded, I have tasted all the happiness
the world can offer me, my appearance being what it is.
Again, he struggled to regain his composure. Batgirl was aware that the limousine
was coming to a stop and idling. There were traffic noises around them.
You are about one block from police headquarters. You are free to go.
You can go free because you cried with me and mingled your tears with mine.
I can no longer hold you prisoner.
Tentatively, Batgirl reached out to the handle of the limousine door. The
handle turned. It was unlocked. But she couldnt leave yet. There was
still unfinished business.
. . . Jerry . . .? she asked, tentatively.
Both he and the laundry man were in the limousine following us. They
are waiting you on the curb.
Batgirl pushed the door open and saw the two men standing, frightened, on
the curb. Turning back to Two-Face, she kissed him, first on the forehead,
then on the lips. Thank you, she whispered.
Two-Face accepted her kiss and there was a moments pause. Then, drawing
himself up to his full height, Two-Face responded, harshly, Dont
thank me. You are a heroine and I am a villain. Neither of us can change
what we are. The next time we meet, we will be enemies. Now, go. Batgirl
hesitated, and he reiterated, GO!!
Speechless, Batgirl stepped from the car and stood on the curb, Jerry and
the laundry man at her side. Dumbfounded, she watched the two limousines
pull away from the curb and merge into traffic.
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