Supergirl/Batgirl
Dreams of her Wedding Night.
A hotter
version.
By Barnabus
(M/F, romance,
Batgirl, first time, bondage, unmasking)
SUBJECT:
Batgirl dreams of her wedding
night. Then she has another
dream.
WARNING:
This is an adult romance story, containing sensitive material
of a sexual nature, including graphic descriptions of consensual, "vanilla"
sex and bondage. 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 original story, Supergirl Dreams of her Wedding Night, (Original
Version) wrote
itself in about three hours.
It is essentially unchanged from the original
draft. Before the first
draft of that story was finished, I knew that I would also be preparing a
rewrite that would be longer and
hotter. Maybe even
including some (gasp)
bondage!
<:~O Both
versions have been completed and should be posted on this
site. (Since I have run out
of Kryptonite, bondage wont work for
Supergirl. Also, I wanted a
masked superheroine for a second
dream. Therefore, Batgirl gracefully
consented to replaced Supergirl in this version, (or she would have if she
had been asked. Actually, Batgirl
had no say in the matter and was caught by
surprise!) For the sake of the
record: in this story, Batgirl has reached the appropriate age of consent
in her jurisdiction.
Supergirl is copyrighted, trademarked, and owned by DC Comics. I am simply borrowing her for a while to introduce her to a sex life. This is a work of fan-fiction. This story is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, and no commercial profit is expected to be made from it. It may be copied for personal use or for posting on other sites, provided the sites are free sites . . . it may NOT be posted on any site that requires a "membership fee" of any kind. Im giving up on the adult verification sites. Therefore, this story may NOT be posted to any site requiring an AVS where money is involved.
Special thanks are given to J., author of Supergirl Subdued for his creative ideas and inspiration. His story can be found at:
http://www.superstories.net/SHIP/fic/shid/supergirl_subdued.htm
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.
Birth
control is used 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 wish to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of
disease.
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I appreciate
your comments, both positive and
negative.
Feedback is welcome at
barnabus329@hotmail.com.
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Chapter 1 Barbara Gordon
Dreams
As Barbara Gordon was drifting from consciousness,
she adjusted her position slightly to be more
comfortable. Her thoughts became
disconnected and gradually drifted off into nothingness as peace settled
over her in the comfort of her own bed and the safety of her own
apartment. Sleep was always a pleasant interlude in a life that varied
from total boredom to massive excitement and vigorous
activity.
For Batgirl, sleep was the same as it was
for anyone else. One of her
classmates at the university, had asked her to do a sleep study, and she
had readily agreed. Her sleep
patterns were similar to most people, with light sleep, deep sleep,
REM sleep. She had several
dreams during the course of the night, but remembered very few of
them. Like most people, some
dreams were pleasant, some were nightmares, and some just didnt make
sense.
Now, in the security of her own bedroom,
Barbaras night started the same as any other
night. Dreams came and
evaporated. Then a different
dream began to coalesce in her unconscious
state. If she had thought about
it, she would have known it was a dream.
It had to be. There
was disjointedness to it typical of dreams, and the details of real life
were missing as they always are in a
dream. But there were aspects
about it that were very real, also!
But she knew where she was and what was
happening. She knew that
this was her wedding night as she felt her husband slide under the covers
beside her. She rolled and cradled
her head on his shoulder, his arm around her, drawing her safely to
him. For a moment, she was
disturbed and wondered why she was wearing her regular pajamas on her
wedding night. But even as she
thought about it, the pajamas began to shimmer and transformed into a long,
white, virginal night gown that was both modest but alluring at the same
time. The gown might have come
from Victorias Secret, but it didnt have the blatant
sex for sale feeling that many of those gowns
convey. It didnt disturb
her that the gown buttoned down the front just the same way that her pajamas
had.
Barbaras husband gently kissed her forehead
and caressed her cheek. That
gentle caress stirred her. The
way he stroked her face made her really feel
beautiful. She raised her face to him and their lips met in a long,
gentle kiss. As her lips met
his, she had remembered how good he tasted, how good he
felt! It was dark in the room and she couldnt see his
face although his cheek was smooth as though he had just shaved (she knew
that he had) and there was an understated scent of cologne that she really
enjoyed. And she suddenly realized
how badly she wanted him
One kiss led to another and soon she was cling to him, giddy with
arousal. She entwined her arms
around him. His lips became more and more
demanding. And her lips began
to make more demands of their own.
Barbara felt herself melting, he felt so
good! Her entire body started throbbing from the contact with
him, the heat, the need, the deep throb of emptiness filling
her. She was
tingling!
His hand stroked her arm in a way that was both familiar, and sensual
at the same time, and she pressed her lips harder against
his. She ran her hand over his chest, enjoying the feel
of his muscles beneath his white silk
pajamas.
His hand returned to caress her throat, then dropped to the top button
of her nightgown. Barbara rolled
away from him just enough so that he could have free access to the
buttons. Although he had held
her and caressed her, the fact that he had not yet touched her breasts made
her burn with anticipation. The
top button opened, and his hand ran down her breastbone to the next button,
pulling the sheet with it.
Studiously, he avoiding actually touching her
mounds. His lips moved to her
collarbone and he began nibbling on her skin where her throat met her
chest.
The second button opened and the light constraint of her gown against
her breasts relaxed. His
lips moved downward along her breastbone gently separating the nightgown
enough that he could kiss her.
Another button opened and Barbara enjoyed a feeling of self-imposed
paralysis as his face continued to kiss its way down her chest, gently nuzzling
the material aside with his nose and
chin. His cheek grazed
the inside of her breast and she reveled in the feeling of warmth that was
flowing through her body.
Suddenly, Barbara realized with a blush of shame that her nipples
had become hard and were now quite prominent, even if they were still covered
by her nightgown. They began
aching with hardness. Her husband
seemed to be mesmerized by the vision of her breasts heaving with taunt nipples
beneath her gown. She gave a
shudder as she recognized the warmth was spreading to her nether
regions. She parted her thighs
a bit.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, the last button opened
and his hand flattened itself against her belly, gently moving to the side,
taking the gown with it. She
watched as his face pushed the gown sideways moving ever closer to her breast
and nipple. He kissed his way
to the edge of her breast and began to climb her
mountain. Most of her breast
was still covered by the material as his lips touched the edge of her nipple
sending satisfying jolts of eroticism throughout her
frame.
It was Barbaras wedding night and she meant to enjoy it as she moved her torso, pressing her breast and nipple toward his lips. His hand rose, pushing the gown to the side revealing all of her breast. His kisses explored the uncovered topography of her mount, eventually leaning into her breast and taking her nipple and areola deeply into his mouth. He sucked gently, tasting a thick sweetness as she lifted her breast toward him, sending a thrill throughout her body. Her nipples ached with hardness as his lips drew on them. Barbara brought up her hand to steady her breast, offering it to his lips as his sucking generated excitement that seemed to reach every part of her, but centered in her womanhood. Her sex blossomed with warmth that sent a shiver throughout her entire being. She watched as he suckled on her and she clearly saw her breast proudly presenting itself to her husband and soon to be lover. Now his thumb was roughly scraping her other nipple. The sharp contrast between his gentle suckling and rough abrading send surprisingly erotic sensations through her. If she had thought about it, she would have wondered why she could see her own breast clearly, but his face seemed to remain in the shadows. But it didnt matter. They were married, this was their wedding night and it was time to consummate their marriage.
Barbara felt a twinge of nervousness. She reveled in his ministrations to her breast, but she experienced the same fear that any virgin bride feels. Barbara had never had sex. She was a virgin, never having had a real relationship of any kind with a man. In both high school and college, she had been absolutely absorbed in her Gymnastics training. As an adult, she had never even dated much because of the likelihood of being called into service as Batgirl at any moment. Her schedule was too erratic for any kind of real social life. Now, here she was on her wedding night, in bed with her husband. And she knew what happened on a persons wedding night! She found herself captured between fear of what was coming and the incredible erotic yearnings she was receiving from his gentle, but possessive ministrations to her breast.
His hand moved down her side, sliding beneath the sheet, and began
pushing her bottoms downward over her
hips. She lifted herself enough
so that he could press the garments downward and she actively helped him
in the project. Soon her
bottoms had slipped over her heels and his hand had returned to her stomach
briefly. She watched as his
fingers once more slid beneath the sheet to cup her mound of
Venus.
His hands on her naked flesh filled her with a consuming yearning. Barbara couldnt believe the stimulation she received from the combination his hand below and his lips still sucking above.
Suddenly, she was
panicked. Her husband sensed
her reaction and paused.
Are you alright, he
asked. The sound of his voice
was reassuring to her.
Emrarrassed, Barbara nodded.
Ill be alright! she
promised. Im just
afraid!
She felt him relax and hug her a little
tighter. I understand,
he reassured her. And
I promise Ill be gentle with you!
His voice sounded both familiar, but unfamiliar at the same
time. Barbara realized that
these were the first words he had spoken since he came to
bed. Somehow that seemed
strange. But his words immediately
reassured her and calmed her anxieties.
Barbara sank back into the bed and wallowed in the sensation of his
lips gently sucking her and his hand, softly massaging and exploring her
pubis. His hands moved with
slow purposefulness gently, but insistently stroking her naked
flesh. Barbara experienced a desperate urge to feel his skin
against hers, and she fumbled with his shirt, inadvertently tearing a button
from his pajamas.
He never touched her clitoris directly, but his gentle manipulations
were raising Barbara to higher and higher levels of
excitement. She ached all over!
It was a wonderful, wonderful, heated ache, the most wonderful ache
she had felt in her life!
She was pulsing with heat and need and desire and
excitement! She pressing her
hips into his hand, shamelessly letting her body betray her
needs. She felt an enormous
sense of loss when he had to take his hand away as she slipped his pajama
top off of his shoulder and down his
arm. Happily, his hand returned
immediately, and his fingers moved lower to gently separate her labia majora
and move between them. Barbara
lifted her hips to meet his fingers, and she felt the dampness and sensed
new pheromones being released. Her
knees parted. Impatiently, she
began fumbling to push his pajama pants
downward. Together, they tore at his pajama bottoms until he kicked
them off! Snuggling closer
to her, his unclothed body come into contact with hers as his hand returned
to explore her further. Naked,
they clung to each other pressing together, rolling back and
forth. Barbara rubbed herself like a cat against
his strong, nude body. It was
so wonderful being naked with this man that she didnt even think of
modesty. She simply enjoyed his touch and marveled at the pleasure
she had been missing all these years.
She felt his hardness against her
side. Her entire being was becoming
hotter as his fingers searched out her most intimate
spots Briefly, she yearned
to reach out and touch and hold his penis, but she was much too shy to take
such bold action. Maybe
later!
Chapter 2 the dream
continues
Barbara gasped and stiffened as his finger entered
her. Uuuhhh , whats happening? she
growled. Breathing rapidly,
she let her body relax as best she
could. Enormous heat and excitement
passed through her most private parts. He didnt press deeply into her, and she was glad
because she didnt want to lose her hymen to his
finger. But she loved her
husband. She was thankful that
he would be her first. If he wanted to use . . . his finger . . .
Once again, he moved away. Barbara felt frustrated at his absence until she realized from his jerking movements that he was putting on a condom. Suddenly and irrationally frightened, Barbara closed her eyes. The moment of truth was at hand and she was both eager and impatient, but also she was scared and terribly nervous. With her hands balled into fists by her side, she felt like a chastised schoolgirl waiting for the principals next words. Her arms were trembling. Within moments, her husband rolled back to her and put one knee between her thighs. Terrified and reluctant, she momentarily resisted his intrusion between her legs. It took an act of will to release her thighs, and he shifted his hips and his weight settled, separating her knees.
Gingerly, she put her arms around him as she felt her breasts flatten
beneath his weight. Her nipples
rasped against the hair of his chest, chaffing her nipples even more deliciously
than his thumbs had!
Oooohhh, how she loved him!
He was her husband. What
he was about to do was rightfully his to take, and hers to
give. Barbara stopped breathing
as she felt him spreading her dripping labia, nuzzling her
entrance. She parted her thighs
wide, emitting a low, animal growl.
Her vision went white as he gently moved between her lips, and abruptly,
time slowed! Her sex was hot
for him, and his touch made her feel goose bumpy and her nipples surged to
a hardness that surprised her. She
was breathing in quick, little gasps.
She couldnt keep her hands off of
him. So she gave in and stroked
his body to her hearts content.
Enfolding her arms around his neck, she pulled his lips to hers, kissing
him hungrily. Almost as if she
were an observer, her body ached to be touched and filled by this
man! She drew her heels toward
her body so that her knees opened
wider. And she groaned softly feeling his strong shaft taking
its place between her swollen lips.
Barbara hissed, feeling him sliding deeper into her, her arms running
over his body, clutching at his
shoulders. Her breaths were
panicked gasps, and she felt her swollen labia separating to receive him.
He was unbelievably gentle with her. She was filled with the wonder of
it! Entranced, almost detached,
she concentrated on the sensation of heat and
stretching. She ached all
over! That wonderful,
most wonderful, heated ache she had felt in her
life. It was
magic! It felt like magic!
Suddenly, she stiffened as she felt pressure against her maidenhead and she clutched him to her. Did he know he was pressing against the proof of her innocence?
I know, he whispered into her ear, capturing her face
between his loving hands. I
dont want to hurt you! Try
to relax!
He knew! Enormous relief
flooded through Barbara. He
knew! And he was concerned for
her! How strange
it was that someone didnt want to hurt
her! She had spent her life
keeping other people from getting hurt.
Now someone, her husband, wanted to keep her from being
hurt!
Barbara relaxed her body.
She didnt want to resist his taking of her virginity, claiming
her innocence. He took a fistful
of her long mane in his hand, and slowly, he pressed further and the pressure
increased. So did the
pain! Barbara had experienced pain
frequently. But she had never
enjoyed it! She willed her body
to submit because she didnt want to refuse her
husband. She turned her face
away to keep him from seeing her
discomfort. The pressure
increased.
Suddenly, without warning, her hymen ripped and he penetrated her
body with a satisfied moan. A
deep groan, almost like a death rattle, escaped from Barbaras
lips. It hurt like
hell! But at the same time,
she experienced the satisfaction of her husband moving deeper into
her. He froze and waited for
her, her tight walls rippling along his
length. The intimacy of having
her husband in her was incredibly rewarding, she was more than willing to
suffer the short period of pain for the rewarding satisfaction she was giving
her husband, as indicated by his moan.
Are you all right? he asked.
Barbara smiled at him. I am now! she replied, feeling his gigantic member pulsing deep inside of her. But Im glad that thats over! Barbara was giddy with arousal and she clung to him. Without thinking, her muscles tightened around his girth. Her calves slid up against his, linking her ankles tightly around his legs and she rolled her hips up toward him as she used her legs to pull him to her and with a groan, he sank into her. He backed off momentarily, and then drove in deeper. She wailed as she pulled him into her, writhing in his grasp, feeling her walls expand with his slow, torturous penetration. She bucked her hips and back onto him, feeling the length fill her deeper with each lift of her hips, splitting her sex as he bored deeply into her. After two or three thrusts, he sank into her with a groan. Barbara felt his pelvis touch hers and their pubic hair meshed. He was all the way in her, and she pressed her hips against his. She was awed by the feeling of fullness she received from him.
He began thrusting and her body moved with a will of its own, twisting, seeking, rolling her hips, meeting his fierceness with her own, her hands clawing at his shoulders, driving him harder into her, demanding everything he could give her. He rode her hard! Both were grunting in time with their thrusts and she sensed the pleasure and satisfaction her husband was drawing from their lovemaking. The pain of her deflowering was gone, but there was still a slight residual soreness. She struggled feverishly beneath him, grinding into his hardness, bucking slowly at first, then increasing the tempo. She marveled at the harsh sounds he was making, the growling desperation of his grip, the increasing tension and heat in her own body, a sensation winding tighter and tighter! But that was nothing when compared to the satisfaction she felt from her husbands attentions to her. Idly, she wondered if shed have to change her name to Batwoman now that hed made a woman of her.
He began speeding up and breathing faster and Barbara matched
him thrust for thrust. She was
a tight one. And very
ready! She bit at his shoulder as his tool pounded her deepest
limits. He was obviously
becoming more excited and more consumed with
her. The constriction of her
tight walls drove him to pound even harder, gasping and
choking. Pressing deeper
into her, she clutched him to her.
She felt his manhood swell as her walls gripped the invading member
driving deeply in and out of her.
She leaned into him to kiss him and suddenly, he reached critical
mass as he exploded. She heard
him grunting and sobbing, and her hips frantically surging against
him. He continued to pound
into her and she felt the world dimming around
her. He stiffened, then, gave
a long, low growl, as he convulsed wildly inside of her, her juices squishing
as he frantically pounded her, his hot semen gushing deep inside her ravished
vagina. She pounded back into
him, meeting his every thrust. His
climax seemed to go on and on and Barbara clutched him to her, lurching her
hips up to his groin as she felt her body clenching his throbbing tool,
encouraging yet another group of spasms from his
body. She tried to milk every
last drop of semen from him, even though she knew his seed was being captured
in the condom.
He slumped onto her, still deeply within her,
and she purred and sighed, her thighs wrapped around his waist and her hips
slowly lurching into him, her whole body
shuddering. She felt his tiny
orgasms rolling through him and into her like the aftershocks of an
earthquake.
For nearly five minutes, he simply lay on
top of his bride. Barbara
hadnt climaxed, but that didnt bother
her. Her husband
had!
They had consummated their
marriage. And she smiled,
secure in the knowledge that their wedding night was a
success. Her feeling of well-being
came not just from the intensity of their making love, but lying together
afterward with her head cradled on his shoulder and his arms around
her. Feeling fatigued,
she dozed, cuddled against him.
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Chapter 3 Barbara
wakes.
Barbaras eyes snapped open as she awoke
with a start. She was breathing
heavily and sweat seemed to be dripping from her
body.
Relaxing back into the mattress, she took
a deep sigh. And she smiled
with pleasure, remembering her dream.
That was one dream that she was glad she
remembered. She felt weak as
she relived the experience in her memory, and without thinking her hand moved
to her womanhood. She was
wet! Very
wet! Yes,
indeed! That had been some
dream! Idly she wondered if
a girl could have a wet
dream. Obviously she could,
because she felt the evidence with her own
fingers.
Dreamily, she slipped out from under the covers
to go to the bathroom. She hesitated
as she stood next to the bed.
Hadnt she worn pajamas when she went to
bed? Absently, she pulled her
pajama tops from the tangled bedclothes and started to slip them over her
shoulders. There were streaks
of blood on her inner thighs! Was
it her virginal blood? As disturbing
as this recognition was, her concern quickly faded as she remembered it had
been her wedding night. Or had
it?
She went to the bathroom to clean herself off. When she returned from the bathroom, she surveyed the rumpled bed looking for her pajama bottoms. She flicked on the light and pulled the covers back, finding the pajama bottoms lost at the bottom of the bed. Picking them up, she stepped into them and her eyes came to rest on a wet spot in the bed. Remembering her dream, she wondered if this was a famous wet spot shed heard people refer to. The wet spot wasnt that big, but she acknowledged that her dream must have been awfully realistic for her to produce a wet spot as big as it was. She looked closer and found a streak of blood, her blood. But then she saw something else. She reached into the covers and retrieved a button with a small patch of white silk still attached to it. Holding the button up, she observed that it wasnt from her pajamas.
Barbara knew she should be upset and shocked by this evidence in her
bed, but immediately she calmed down and knew that there was nothing to be
upset about. For a moment, she
wondered why she shouldnt be upset by what she had
discovered. But without explanation,
her concerns faded from her mind.
She pulled the used linen from the bed and put it to the
hamper. Getting clean
sheets, she quickly made the bed.
Then she paused for a moment.
Making a decision, she went to the kitchen and picked up a pair of
scissors and returned to the hamper.
Taking the sheet, she carefully cut out a patch containing the wet
spot and blood traces. She put
the piece of material in her night stand drawer and dropped the rest of the
sheet into a wastebasket.
Barbara smiled as she turned off the light. She had enjoyed her dream. She was glad she could remember it. As she slipped back between the sheets, she hoped she would be able to enjoy that dream again.
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Chapter 4 Supergirl Dreams
Again
A week had passed since she had dreamed of
her wedding night. After a day
or two, the soreness she had felt between her legs had healed and been
forgotten. Once more, Barbara
Gordon drifted into sleep. Her
bed was comfortable and seemed to enfold her in a snug, relaxing
embrace.
And she had had more dreams where her husband
had come to her, dreams which seemed to be two people learning about each
other as they explore each other.
Occasionally, Barbara had had erotic dreams before, but never before
had the dream included actual sex.
But in her recent dreams Barbara had moved closer to orgasm in each
dream as she made love. Barbara
cherished each dream. She had
always been Barbara Gordon in these dreams, and she still wasnt sure
who the man was, other than knowing that he was her
husband. Of course, he knew
that she was Batgirl (how could a husband not know something like
that about his wife?), but Barbara wasnt sure how he
knew. She was relatively certain
that she had never told him herself.
But he knew.
Barbara also remembered talking to him, in
the satiated bliss of sexual afterglow, about some of her experiences as
Batgirl, how she had been captured and tied up and tormented by different
villains. Although it had seemed
perfectly natural in the context, when she remembered her dreams, Barbara
was embarrassed when she remembered telling her husband how turned on she
had been when she had been captured and bound by the
Riddler! Surreptitiously, the
Riddler had groped her several times, but for the most part he had been so
involved in his making of bad riddles and talking about his master plans
that Batgirl hadnt really felt molested when she
escaped.
Every night since Barbara had dreamt of her
wedding night, the bed had always been reasonably made when she awoke with
no physical traces of the sexual activity of her dreams.
These dreams were not
typical. Normally, one forgets
dreams when they awake or the dreams begin to fade
afterwards. But Barbaras
dreams of her husband remained vividly in her
memory.
But, most of all, she enjoyed the memory of
the dream of her wedding night.
She replaying it in her mind, as she slipped off into nothingness
at the end of the day.
Batgirls life faced certain dangers, but she was always comfortable
in the peace and safety of her own bed and in her own
apartment.
Tonight, as she slept, dreams came and
evaporated. And once again,
a different kind of dream began to coalesce in her unconscious
state. Dully, if she had been
able to think in her unconscious state, she would have recognized the same
pattern she felt each time she dreamt of her husband joining
her.
Once again, she knew where she was and what was
happening. But this wasnt her wedding
night. She knew that had happened
earlier. In this dream, she had been married for a
while.
Gradually, the scene formulated in her
mind. She was wearing the
form-fitting, one piece black spandex costume with the familiar bat-emblem
on her shapely chest. Was her
husband going to find her dressed as
Batgirl? That had never happened
before! Her flaring hips were
emphasized by the yellow utility belt was still buckled around her waist
just above the wide leather belt.
(The wide leather belt?)
Boots and gloves were in place completing her
uniform. The material of her
costume hugged her athletic body proudly displaying every curve she
had.
Her figure was good, and she had designed the costume to show off
every aspect of its attractiveness in a way she could never do as the prim
and proper librarian and daughter of the police
commissioner. But as Batgirl,
she could look at any man and think, Eat your heart out,
buddy. You can look, but dont
even think about touching!
Batgirl gave a sad sigh as she realized that her activities as a gymnast
in school and as Batgirl since, had never allowed her the time to date or
develop real relationships with
men. She would enjoy being
touched and petted, all of the things that go with a romantic relationship,
but her life style prevented it.
That was probably one of the reasons she had designed her costume
to be such a blatant sexy display of her womanhood.
Batgirls image focused on the wide leather belt around her waist
below her utility belt. The
belt had leather cuffs on each side that enclosed her wrists effectively
immobilizing her hands and wrists.
The belt and cuffs was positioned such that she didnt have access
to her utility belt.
Absently, she reflected she needed to modify her costume so that there
was a hidden pocket where her hands were now to hide lock picks and other
tools that might be useful in a situation like
this. Her ankles were also bound, but she wasnt
otherwise restrained as she lay on her own bed in her own
apartment.
Another form moved into her
vision. She knew immediately
it was her husband dressed in a mask and a Riddlers
costume. A surge of adrenalin
flashed through her. There had
always been something about the Riddler that turned her
on. Of course, she had never
permitted the chemistry to reveal itself, but she always felt
it. In fact, she had mentioned
this to her husband (she thought).
Was he playing games with her to permit her to play out the
fantasy?
Probably not, she thought.
Sure, Batgirl had been captured by villains since her crime fighting
career had begun. And they had
tied her up and occasionally groped her.
But for all their criminal brilliance, most were really
stupid! The logical solution
to their problems would have been to simply kill her so that she would no
longer be around to interfere with their
plans. But instead, their egos
required they boast to her, often telling her of their plans, gloating over
their success. And, in the end,
somehow they always made a mistake allowing her to escape and capture them,
sending them back to prison. She
started to speak to try to get the Riddler to start talking, the first step
toward defeating him, but as she opened her mouth, he slapped a piece of
duct tape over her mouth.
Batgirl didnt like that!
Frequently she had been able to talk her way out of predicaments,
but the tape effectively silenced
her. Rationally, she knew
the Riddler was really her husband, but the tape made her feel
more helpless. What if
the man standing over her really was the Riddler?
He stood over her smiled with a wicked grin as he leaned over his
near-helpless prisoner, lying on her own bed, hands and feet
bound.
His caressed her throat, then her cheek that wasnt covered by
her cowl. Then, with surprising
dexterity he unclasped her heavy cape and rolled her to the side to pull
the cape out from beneath her.
Batgirls captor gave a slight whistle as he looked down on her
curvatious, spandex coved body which covered her as effectively as a layer
of water and which revealed almost every detail of her
shape. He removed the utility
belt from her trim waist and discarded it on top of her cape beside the bed.
Her boots went next. Immediately,
he grabbed her neck and lifted her head to access the zipper on the rear
of her costume, which he pulled downward with a single
movement. Without missing a
beat, the costume was peeled over her shoulders down her trim arms to her
wrists and waist revealing Barbaras simple, flowered, cotton
bra. Her cowl was still in
place.
Batgirl was astonished at how quickly she had been
stripped. To be sure, she had tried to roll away from his hands
to avoid or at least prolong his actions, but within seconds, she was almost
completely exposed before him.
Although hands and feet were restrained, Batgirl tried to roll off
of the bed to get away from him, but he captured her arm in the midst of
her rolling motion and pushed her onto her
back. From out of nowhere, he
produced another wide strap which fastened around her neck, then was secured
around the bed itself.
Batgirl could thrash and try to roll, but the neck fastener greatly
limited what she could actually do without hanging
herself.
She tried to object, but the tape over her mouth allowed only muffled grunts to be heard. If she really thought the man standing over her was the Riddler, she probably would have continued to struggle until she was totally exhausted. But since it was her husband . . . it was her husband, wasnt it? . . . Batgirl knew she could simply enjoy the living out of her fantasy.
The man standing over her leered at her. He bent down and gently kissed her eyelids through the openings of her cowl. Then he kissed her cheek, which was revealed through her cowl. His hand touched her bare collarbone, and slid down until his fingers were pressing softly against her nipple through her bra. Batgirl stiffened. He was still kissing her face, but he was also touching her nipple. He wasnt doing anything to molest her breast, but the pressure of his fingers combined with the feel of his kiss was sending electricity throughout her entire being. Both of them felt her nipple hardening beneath his fingers.
Without changing the pressure against her nipple, his lips moved to her collarbone and his free hand softly slid the shoulder strap of the bra to the side. A loud gasp escaped from Batgirl as his free hand peeled the bra cup from her until only his finger pressing through the cup prevented further peeling. He kissed the exposed flesh drawing tantalizingly closer to her nipple with each kiss. Batgirl lay in blissful anticipation. She knew the feel of her husbands lips on her nipple, but the anticipation he was building in her was mind-boggling. Even if the man kissing her breast had been the Riddler, she doubted she would be able to resist this interplay.
After an eternity of anticipation, his lips pushed the cup far enough that he kissed the edge of her nipple. Batgirl tried to arch her breast to raise her nipple to his lips, but he continued kissing while his fingers continued applying their relentless pressure. Her nipple was so hard it felt like it would burst at any moment. She wanted to pull his hand away and grab his head, forcing his lips to enfold her protrusion, but the restraints prohibited that. But unknowingly, her hips were grinding up and down and her knees were pressed together, stimulating her.
Finally, finally, his fingers released their pressure, pulling the bra cup downward revealing her entire breast as his lips pulled her entire nipple into his mouth. Irrationally, this simple act made Batgirl feel like a complete woman! Batgirl found herself relaxing, and becoming more tense at the same time. But she also felt herself becoming more excited in the pit of her stomach. Absently, she recalled her wedding night. Or the dream of her wedding night. She had thoroughly enjoyed sex with her husband, but she hadnt orgasmed. Would she be cheated if he brought her to her first orgasm with him by manipulating her breasts?
Suddenly, the sucking on her nipple decreased, and he released her, kissing her nipple and the breast flesh around it. Batgirl was breathing in ragged gasps.
Again, he was leering down at her, gladly observing her one naked, saliva covered breast, the other was still covered by her bra. His eyes scanned the rest of her figure as she lay there panting beneath his gaze.
His hand ran down the arm closest to him, sending shudders through her already stimulated body. Holding her forearm with his free hand, he released the cuff holding her wrist and pulled off her glove, which joined the pile on the floor. Still holding her forearm, just above the bunched material of her costume, he tightly grasped her, pressing the arm and hand to the bed and peeled the costume over her free hand.
Batgirl flailed, but any resistance was ineffective. She tried to organize her thoughts to think of a plan of escape, but free hand was lifted above her head and cinched by another piece of equipment which she couldnt see. Quickly, her second wrist was released from the cuff and the glove and sleeve was removed before the second hand was also fastened above her head. Her captor took some time working with the new restraints, making sure that they were attached just right. (Batgirl assumed it was to be sure she would have no opportunity to escape.)
Her legs were still bound at the ankles. Without a word, he fastened individual restraints on each ankle, which he attached to the foot of the bed so she wouldnt be able to kick him. Her ankles werent bound together any longer, but the were individually bound to the foot of the bed. Batgirl was thankful, at least, that he hadnt spread eagled her!
He released the wide leather belt at her waist. Then, ever so gently, he moved his hands down her sides and began pushing her bat-costume downward toward her hips. Batgirl trashed frantically, kicking wildly making every attempt to resist her captor. She tried to cry out her objection, but the tape over her mount allowed only hysterical grunts to be heard. Looking to his eyes, trying to beg for mercy, she found only an evil grin. Her struggles became more frantic as her costume slipped past her slim waist revealing her white cotton panties. She was making every heroic attempt she could imagine to keep the villain from exposing her. The tape covering her mouth permitted only a long, anguished wail as her trim, tanned legs felt the cooler air of the room brush against them. But soon, the bottoms had slipped to her ankles, and over her kicking heels. Only the straps tying her legs to the foot of the bed kept her costume from falling to the floor.
Barbara was breathing heavily from the futile exertions to defend
her modesty. Finally she
lay, glowering at the man in the Riddlers
costume. She realized it was slightly silly trying to express anger
and contempt when she was dressed only in her cowl, panties and bra, which
was currently covering only one breast.
Again she tried to verbalize her complaints but could only make muffled
sounds through the tape covering her
mouth. Meanwhile, his
eyes appeared to be hypnotized by her breasts, rising and falling with each
breath. She shivered, being
nearly naked in the cool room, her toned washboard abs and slim stomach were
perfectly displaying her athletic
body. Her panties provided
scant privacy against his piercing gaze and her long legs twitched nervously
in her helpless condition before him.
He took the time to re-fasten the wide leather belt snugly around
her waist.
She shivered as he moved beside her and his hand slid up her leg to
cup her Mound of Venus. He took
a few moments to kiss her stomach as he began kneading her
mound. Pressing through
her panties, she felt his finger begin to press the cotton material into
her as the length of his finger indirectly manipulated her
clit. She liked being touched
like that and felt herself beginning to
lubricate. Then, almost suddenly,
he kissed her though her panties and ran his hands down her legs, keeping
enough pressure on her skin to avoid tickling
her.
Carefully, he released the strap holding one of her legs to the foot of the bed. He was ready when she tried to kick and thrash, so, holding her leg down, he waited until her struggles abated. After the strap had pulled through the leg of her costume, letting it drop, he forced her knee to bend and attached a strap from her ankle band to the wide leather belt around her waist. Pulling the strap tighter he fastened it when her knee was bent and her heel almost touching her buttock. Again, he paid particular attention to the way the strap was fastened to the belt.
Although she tried to resist, her other leg was quickly strapped to the waistband. Thus, tied, Batgirl could keep her bent knees together, but she had very little leverage.
Once again, the villain stood over her, gloating at her helpless condition. She could try to roll from side to side, but the neck strap put definite limits on her movements. His hands gently caressed her face and cowl, and as his fingers began to slide under her cowl and lift, she was immediately filled with the fear of being unmasked and vigorously shook her head.
Apparently he honored her wish as he let his hands slide down her chest. Slipping his hands behind her, the bra immediately loosened and his hands covered her naked breasts, capturing her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them. Batgirl couldnt believe the consuming yearning that was growing from his gentle, but possessive manipulation of her breasts and nipples. She writhed within his grasp, again feeling her nipples hardening under his manipulation.
Just as she felt her nipples would explode from stimulation, his hands flashed out to grab the fabric of Batgirls bra and jerked the flimsy cloth away with a snapping sound. Batgirl gave a horrified whimper as her perky, full bust was exposed. He gave a wicked grin as he leered at the perfectly shaped pale globes.
Again, with lightning speed, his fingers grasped the waistband of her panties and the shocked Batgirl gasped once more as a second tearing sound accompanied the shredding of the last remnants of Batgirls underwear, depriving her of her last bit of dignity, jerking her hips up from the table and causing her ample breasts to bounce and jiggle as her body was completely stripped before her captor. Fortunately, her cowl was still in place, but that was small consolation as the cool air covered her from her neck to her foot.
And yet, restrained both hand and foot, paralyzed by the embarrassment of her stark nakedness, there was nothing the bound heroine could do. Her total helplessness being tied up and naked before him subliminally caused Batgirl to feel even smaller, more unprotected, more helpless that she had ever felt in her life.
Grinning over his helpless captive, leering at her nude body as she ineffectively labored against her bonds, the Riddler dropped her shredded undergarments on the pile with the rest of her clothes.
He bent down, his face inches from hers and caressed her ear through her cowl, which was all that remained of her costume. Eskimo-style , he rubbed noses with her as his hand slipped down to pass over her breasts. Batgirls eyes widened when she realized he wasnt reaching for her breasts but moving lower over her taunt, athletic abdomen toward her exposed mons.
Batgirl tossed her head emphatically from side to side, her muffled
pleading ignored. Terrified,
she frantically fought, her long legs kicking against her bonds, writhing
in his grasp, feeling his hands draw closer to her
sex. Batgirl tried to keep her
knees locked together to block his access, but having her heels bound so
close to her buttocks, she was unable to provide enough resistence to prevent
his assault. His fingers found
her labia and slid between them, entering her wet sex, which clamped down
on him like a vicious dog. At
almost the same time, his lips closed over her nipple and areola sucking
them deeply, heightening her shame as her full round breasts swung and bounced
hypnotically in an effort to escape him.
He tasted a thick sweetness combined with her perspiration as he drew
more of her breast into his mouth.
Struggle as she might, it was a losing battle, and Batgirl cursed
and writhed as she struggled in vain to keep bodys responses from betraying
her. His finger slid deeper
into her with a slow purposefulness.
He hadnt touched her clitoris at all, but Batgirl found her
helplessness, bondage, and being manhandled a greater aphrodisiac than she
could ever have imagined. Although
totally helpless in her bondage, she ached all over with an ache that she
feared could only be relieved one way.
His finger was pressing deeper into her with no attempt to stimulate
her, and somehow this annoyed
her. It was almost as
if he was searching for something he had lost.
Sucking steadfastly on one nipple, fingering her with one hand, he
used his free hand to stroke her free breast as if he were stroking a
cat. And unconsciously, she
was leaning into his strokes. He
continued poking his finger into her, prodding her, making no effort to stimulate
her, just . . . . hunting . . .
Without warning, Batgirls eyes bulged out and she gasped as
her vision went white. No one
had ever found her g-spot before, and she didnt know what
she was experiencing. Observing
her reaction and began attacking her g-spot
energetically. She stiffened,
breathing rapidly as enormous heat flooded her body,
everywhere! Her thighs parted
as widely as she could and she emitted a low animal growl through the tape
covering her mouth. Frantically,
she rubbed her faced against his head as he continued sucking on her
nipple. She was lurching against
his hand, her fists, straining against their bonds, clenching and
loosening.
Mercilessly, he caressed her g-spot sending spirals and sparks before
her eyes. Never, never!
had she experienced anything like this!
Her body was soaring! Her
emotions were spinning, She was his toy to play with for as long as he
wanted. Even if she had been
free, she would have been helpless to resist
him! He could continue doing
whatever he wanted; she was powerless, lifting her hips to his
fingers.
Pleeeease! she tried to scream through the tape gage as
she released herself into her primal
lust. Totally helpless, she
bucked against his hand, feeling her walls convulse against his torturous
penetration. Suddenly, his thumb
found her clitoris, grating and sliding against that sensitive organ, doubling
the stimulation of her trembling
body.
She screamed, thrashing against his
manipulations. There was no
telling what she would have said if her mouth hadnt been covered by
the tape, but there could have been no rational
utterances. All modesty
and morality that she may have ever possessed was lost in the trembling
stimulation that drove her to a clenching, erupting
release. If she were conscious
of what was going on, she would have felt hot gushes of cum exploding from
deep inside her ravaged womb. Her
vagina gripped his finger, her insides clenched up, her release erupted and
her frantic gyrations drove her thrashing hips against his hand, driving
his finger into her even harder.
Her head tossed aimlessly.
Her scream became a long, squeal as her insanely intense climax began
to pass.
She was dripping with sweat, and the inside of her cowl, the only
part of her costume she was still wearing, was soaked and plastered to her
skin.
Chapter 5 the moment of
truth
Gently, even lovingly, he slowly and carefully withdrew his
finger. Batgirl knew she should
be feeling something, a sense of loss that he was leaving her, gladness that
he was no longer molesting her,
something! But she was
so drained from her incredible, mind-blowing orgasm, that she could barely
feel anything.
Eventually, she was able to look up at
him. Gradually his shape began
to focus as her breathing returned to a semblance of
normality.
Without emotion, Batgirl watched the Riddler grasp the waist band
of his top and lift it over his head.
His arms and shoulders were well proportioned, but not
muscular. Obviously, he was not a regular at the
gym.
Bending slightly, he removed his shoes and his hands found the waistband
of his tights, drawing them down and
off. Absently, her eyes focused
on his erection as he stood beside her, dressed only in his
mask.
Gently, his hands caressed her, passing over her breasts and down
her body. The simple
suggestion of pressure from his fingertips separated her
thighs. Her bondage would have
allowed her to resist, but she had no energy or will to resist any direction
he gave her.
Without a word, he moved to the foot of her bed and moved his body
between her thighs, and suddenly, irrationally, Batgirl felt a desperate
desire to feel the touch of his skin against
hers. Slowly, gently, he lowered
his weight over her.
She felt a familiar comfort as her bosoms flattened beneath his
weight. There was a familiar
joy as her breasts rasped against the hair of his chest, deliciously scratching
her nipples
She gasped as he made contact with her and gently pressed between
her still tingling lips. Carefully
spreading her lubrication, he lovingly imbedded himself deeper into
her. Emitting a low, animal
growl, she parted her thighs wide and she felt herself expanding to receive
him as his pulsing member reached deeper and deeper
depths. Futilely, Batgirl tugged
at her bonds. Once again, he
lay still over her, gazing into her eyes, her body trembling beneath
him. She felt helpless
and totally filled with him. He
was totally filling her. Once
again, he caressed her face and lovingly kissed her.
I suppose weve reached the point of ridiculousness,
havent we? he asked.
Batgirl gave a long, contented, sigh and
nodded.
He took tape from her mouth, and she whispered hoarsly, . .
. . hands . . . my hands . . .
She gasped again.
Please . . . release them . . . .
He began to reach above her head to where her hands were bound, but
stopped. Supporting his weight
on both elbows, he put his hands on each side of Batgirls face and
kissed her again. Then with
one hand holding her forehead tightly against the bed, his free hand loosened
the clasp of her cowl under her chin.
Realizing she was about to be unmasked, Batgirl instinctively struggled,
trying to pull away from him, to throw him off of her, anything to prevent
her mask from being removed. But
she was still totally helpless beneath him: her hands bound above her head,
her heels strapped to the leather belt round her waist, his hand holding
her forehead against the bed, even her hips being pinned to the bed by his
weight on her pelvis and his penis firmly implanted in her
vagina.
Slowly, gently, but firmly, against her struggles, her cowl was raised
and pulled off of her head along with her red
wig. Barbara Gordon stared
up at him, instinctively feeling the terror of having her mask
removed.
Once the mask lay on the pillow beside Barbaras face, her natural
brown hair splayed around her head, he reached up above her head and with
a single movement, both of her wrists were freed
instantly. Her arms clutched him to her like a drowning man grabs
for a life preserver.
She held her face against
his and whispered, . . .l - l - legs. .
.
One hand reached to the leather belt around her
waist. And after a moment, that leg was loosed which she immediately
wrapped around her protagonist.
His other hand moved to her other hip and her second leg was
loosed. Immediately, her ankles
locked behind the man who was invading her most private
parts.
Eventually, Barbara felt her body
relax. Then slowly, tentatively,
her hands went to his mask and he made no effort to prevent its
removal.
His face was in the shadows, but Barbara recognized her
husband. She cupped his face
between her palms and kissed him.
Her body began throbbing anew, throbbing from being in contact with
him, but mostly from his penis still deeply embedded in her
sex.
Her entire body pulsed with heat and need, and desire and
excitement.
Im throbbing all over! she gasped
out. I dont know
how to explain how Im feeling
She could barely hear his whispered
response: Ill make
it stop!
Batgirls entire body relaxed, but her arms and legs tightened
around him, pulling him deeper into her.
She was exhausted, but she still found the energy to lift her hips
into his to meet his thrusts. She
felt his length filling her deeper with each lift of her
hips. Her warm, dripping vagina
seemed to suck him into its depths, her walls rippling along his length as
he gladly responded by driving himself as deeply into her as was
possible. There were no screams
left in her being, but warm, satisfied moans accompanied each
thrust.
Their lovemaking was slow but exceedingly
sensuous. Barbara was still
exhausted from her previous climax.
He moaned. shuddering at her hot
tightness. He gave a long
low growled, feeling her sex suck at him, squeezing him as he pressed deeper
into her as her long, tight, moist walls rippled along his
length. He felt the tightening
growing in his testicles, clenching his heart and viscera driving him deeper
and harder into her welcoming body.
Barbara made quick little gasps, thrashing into him, her fingernails
digging into his shoulders with a needful
intensity. She felt her
insides grasping him, clenching him, fiercely claiming him as her own as
she rose again to a climax. There
was nothing more she could demand of
him. He was giving her everything
he could, everything she needed.
And yet, somehow he was still unbelieveably gentle with
her.
Yes! she gasped in a trembling whisper between thrust,
as she felt him swelling within her.
Yes! She
began to convulse wildly as her tight walls constricted around his invading
member. Im so close
. . . so close . . . She
clutched him, clawing at his shoulders trying to pull the two of them closer
together as if she wanted their entire bodies to merge, not simply
conjoin.
Aaaahhh yes yesyesyescommingcomming ahhhh commmmiing!
NOWWWWW!! and her hips smashed into his with an intensity not to be
believed, fueled by an ecstasy of devotion to
him. Her gut-wrenching orgasm
erupted clamping on him as her head flailed backward and she felt the torrents
of his love exploding deep into her, filling
her. She would have screamed
if there had been any screams left within
her. Instead, she thrashed against
him encouraging the sheer volume of his seed that continued erupting from
him. She mewed as spurt after
spurt of his love shot into her depths.
His arms tightened around her as he blasted yet another wave of his
cream into her, his continuing orgasm claiming her as his own.
.
Purring and almost sobbing, her thighs wrapped around him holding
him close to her, once again the feelings of intimacy she shared with her
husband overwhelmed her. Her
hips lurching slowly and her whole body
shuddering. She prayed that
he felt the intimacy, too, that he shared her joy as they physically shared
their love. She felt a burning
knot in her stomach of pure, feminine possessivness as tiny orgasms rolled
through her being like the aftershocks of an earthquake.
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Chapter 6 Barbara
wakes.
Slowly, consciousness returned to Barbara as the light of the new
day streamed in through her window.
Sleepily, she looked next to her, then to the other
side. She was alone in bed.
But what else could she expect?
Her conscious mind told her that she wasnt
married. She had never been married, and she wasnt married
now. But her dreams just kept
getting better and better!
She felt filled with a sense of
well-being. If she could enjoy
sex this well in real life, maybe she should give up this Batgirl nonsense
and take up men!
And she remembered her dreams with her
husband. Her memories
of every dream shed had with her husband were as clear as a
videotape. A
videotape! She rose and started
toward the hidden closet, but she found she could barely walk, her insides
felt so abraded. Sex was great,
but sometimes the after affects get to you, she
thought! (But if it had all
been a dream, would she be experiencing these
aftereffects?)
Opening the hidden closet, she examined the camcorder tape she had
installed shortly after her first dream about her wedding
night. (She knew it was a dream,
but it seemed so real . . . .)
She rewound the tape and pressed the Play button. And there she was, getting ready for bed. The time and date stamp was the previous night. She fast forwarded and watched herself settle into a deep sleep, occasionally stirring, dreaming normal dreams. She played to the end of the tape, watching for any indication of exceptional activity. She saw none. Soon, she witnessed her awakening and moving to the closet, and she turned off the tape. Absently, she checked the timestamp and it showed the correct time. But slowly, as she looked at the time stamp, a strange anomaly registered on her brain. Quickly calculating the difference between when she had gone to bed and when she awoke, she had slept for a little over eight hours. But the timer on the recorder indicated that only five and one half hours had been recorded!
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