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Hazards of the Job

by Black Alchemy

I

The petite redhead presses the headset tighter against her ear as she
listens intently. Her lower lip disappears into her
mouth as she worriedly awaits the outcome of the struggle she hears coming
through the tiny speaker. No other sign reveals
the anxiety she feels as she listens to the sounds of flesh being pounded.
For a moment her heart stops and her eyes widen
as she hears the loud report of a .45 magnum blast her eardrum. Then she
relaxes as she hears a man scream loudly in pain
and an angry retort from a female voice. A maniacal laugh causes her blood
to chill and her hand shakes slightly as it tries to
hold the headset still. There is a moment of silence, then a voice strong
and clear speaking to her.
"Black Canary to Oracle. Our turkeys are all tied up and ready for pick
up."
Oracle presses a button on the console before her and angerily barks
into the microphone, "Why bother? They'll just break
out of jail again, like they have a million times before. Kill the bastards!
Kill the Joker!"
There is a moment of silence from the other end of the communicator.
Oracle squeezes the arm of her chair tightly in an
attempt to regain control of her emotions. She inhales deeply to try and
bring her heart back to a regular beat.
"Barbara?" A whispered query from the tiny speaker, "What's wrong? You
know I won't do that. Why are you so upset?"
Tears roll down Oracle's soft cheeks as she slowly depresses the
transmit button.
"Forget it, Dinah. I'll notify the authorities where the Joker and his
men can be found. See you here later." She replies
softly.
A few minutes later, after having telephoned the police, Oracle sets
aside the headset. She wipes at her cheeks then one
hand reaches down to grasp the brake on one wheel of the wheelchair. Her
other hand grabs the opposite wheel and she gives
it a yank. The chair pivots around. Grabbing both wheels Oracle rolls toward
the door of the communications room.
A little later another door opens and Barbara Gordon, the attractive
young woman once known as Batgirl and known today
as Oracle, wheels herself into her private quarters. Stopping the wheelchair
beside her bed Barbara reaches up and takes a
tight grip on the bar suspended from the ceiling. With a soft grunt she
pulls herself from the chair. Shifting her weight in a
long practiced move the bar swings over the bed and Barbara releases.
Settling comfortably into the bed sleep is a long time coming to her. As
she slowly drifts away the words of Dinah flit through
her mind one last time, "Why are you so upset?"

II

Landing silently on her feet Batgirl remains still in the shadows of the
warehouse. Warm green eyes scan the gloom of the
docks for any sign of motion. A gentle ocean breeze brings with it the
stench of rotting fish and salt. Way out over the ocean
she can see the lights of a distant ship as it makes it's way to some
unknown destination. Her eyes fasten on a motor boat
tied to a post half hidden behind a stack of crates at the dock's edge. The
curves of the boat and the coloration fit the
description she recieved from the police scanner not more than thirty
minutes ago. Her eyes narrow as she once again scans
the empty docks searching for some indication of were the boat's occupants
could have went.
Vibrations in the planks beneath her feet galvanize Batgirl into action.
Twisting at the hips one foot flies from the ground as
she spins around. Her outstretched foot slams into the chest of an onrushing
man. There is a sharp crack of shattered bone as
his feet fly out from under him and he lands heavily on his back with a soft
groan of pain. Her foot hits the planks just in time as
another man swings at her with a long narrow object in his hand. Her arm
flashes up to accept the blow while her other hand
jabs at his face, a yellow gloved finger poking deep into his left eye. With
a howl of pain the thug drops the object and covers
his face with his hands.
Batgirl has no time to deal him a finishing blow as yet another man
makes a flying tackle at her. Spinning away, her cloak
billowing out behind her, she avoids the goon who slams empty-handed into
the rough planks. Before he can get his feet under
him her foot lashes out and her heel connects soundly against his jaw. The
man slumps back down already forgotten by the
whirling dervish in yellow and black as Batgirl slams her fist into the
stomach of the goon holding his eye. As he doubles up
in agony another fist connects with his jaw snapping back his head. The man
crumbles at her feet.
For a brief instant Batgirl checks on her opponents. The man with
cracked ribs is still on the ground rolling to and fro,
moaning to himself. The other two lay still, most likely unconscious. But
before she can be sure of their condition two more
men rush at her from out of the darkness.
As Batgirl readies herself for their attack she hears a soft 'phut' from
the darkness and spots the small canister sailing her
way, dark green smoke pouring from one end. Instantly one hand finds her
utility belt, fingers slipping into a small pouch with
familiarity. Ducking low she avoids a round house swing from one goon as the
other circles around her to the left. Her hand
flies up to her face as she spins away from her attackers amidst the choking
fumes of the smoke rapidly filling the area. When
her hand moves away a small device is left behind covering her nose and
mouth.
Taking a two step run Batgirl springs into the air, curling her body into
a tight ball as she summersaults over a goon, landing
on her feet behind him. Spinning around one arm wraps around his neck as her
other hand tugs the mask off of his face. With a
startled cry he inhales the fumes and begins to choke as Batgirl turns away,
eyes sweeping from right to left in search of the
other man.
A purple gloved hand comes at her from out of the smoke. She tries to
spin away from the blow but is a second too slow. The
fist smashes into her cheek with a sharp sting that rocks her head. Before
she can set herself for the next attack another blow
slams into her diaphram knocking the air from her lungs. Dropping to her
knees Batgirl prepares to roll away when the purple
hand grasps her face. Her hands fly up to knock the hand away. Too late, she
realizes that he has a tight grip on her own mask
and as his hand is knocked aside her mask goes with it.
Her lungs already emptied from the blow to her diaphram Batgirl is unable
to prevent herself from sucking down a large
mouthful of the noxious green fumes. It burns her throat as it enters her
lungs. Choking she tries to crawl away as her vision
blurs and her arms feel heavy. Rolling onto her back she fumbles at her
belt, numb fingers digging into another pouch as the
world around her fades away to black.
Batgirl's first sensation as she slowly regains consciousness is a dull
throb in her cheek where she had been struck and a
numbness around her wrists and ankles. As her eyes slowly flutter open her
next sensation is that of a chill over her entire
body. Her eyes focus and she sees her breasts, confirming what she already
knew. She had been stripped. Slowly raising her
head she looks to her left and right, examining the coarse ropes wrapped
tightly around her wrists, the other end of the ropes
disappearing into the darkness overhead. She bites off a moan of pain from
the weight of her body pulling at her shoulder
joints. Glancing down, she sees that her feet are held wide apart by two
more ropes, and also a good foot off the floor.
A chortling laugh brings her head up as a purple garbed figure steps
into the light before her. Blood red lips stretched in a
wide grin against pure white skin. Dark green hair. Deep-set brooding eyes
glaring at her. An outrageous purple suit with long
tails. White shirt. Green tie. The bizarre figure gives a deep laugh, head
tilting back, the grotesque lips open wide.
"Ah, Batgirl. What a delight to have you attend my little get-away."
Spoken in an amused tone.
"Fuck you, Joker!" The bound girl spits back.
The garishly dressed man steps closer to her, his clown-like face inches
from hers.
"Now, now, my child. No need for vulgarities. We are, after all, going
to get very close to one another." The Joker chortles as
a purple gloved hand reaches between them to engulf Batgirl's left breast.
Batgirl lurches in her restraints, trying to draw away from the foul
touch of the Joker, "Go to hell you son of a bitch!" She
screams.
Pursing his grinning lips the Joker taps at his chin with a finger, "Now
I told you, child, not to use such language. You know
that now I must have you punished. We can't have good little children using
such language. Robert?"
The Joker steps back and Batgirl wonders what she has gotten herself
into when she feels a sharp sting across her back.
Involuntarily she gives a howl of pain, her body arching in her bonds. Her
arms flex as she tries to pull free of the ropes as
another lash stings her back. Her eyes close tightly as she screams in pain
even as she hears the mad laughter of the Joker as
blow after blow burns against her flesh. How long the punishment goes on she
doesn't know, but finally the lashing stops and
she sags weakly in her bonds, her body drenched in sweat.
Movement brings her mind back to reality. Her eyes focus once again on
the Joker as he stands before her. Her stomach
churns as she sees he has his cock out, one gloved hand wrapped around the
hard shaft, slowly stroking it.
"I trust there will be no more such vulgar outbursts, Batgirl?" The
Joker laughs as his hand leaves his cock to beckon to
someone outside of her vision. Her eyes dart away from the white organ
thrusting out of the Joker's pants as she feels herself
suddenly falling to the floor.
Too weak from her ordeal Batgirl is unable to prevent her arms being
drawn behind her back by the ropes. She lays still on
the hard floor as unseen assailants bind her arms tightly behind her and
then roughly lift her to crouch on her knees before
the Joker.
She stares up at him as he rests on hand on her head, trying not to
think of where and what his other hand is doing.
"Now listen closely, girl," The Joker says in a stern voice that makes
of his grinning countenance a lie, "I have no intention
of killing you. Life is more fun with you in it to oppose me. Just accept
what is about to happen and you live. Do something
stupid and you'll die. Understood?"
Batgirl says nothing.
"Why, I have even allowed you to keep your identity secret by letting
you keep that stupid hood on." The Joker laughs
uproariously as he flicks at one bat-ear with a finger.
"Now suck my cock, Batgirl!" The Joker growls with a grin as he thrusts
his hips forward, his hand drawing her head torward
his groin.
Batgirl twists her head away, shuddering in horror at the feel of the
Joker's flesh pressing into her cheek. Again she flexes
her sore arms to test the ropes holding her as the grip on her head tightens
and her head is slowly turned forward.
"You have no choice here, Batgirl, you will suck my cock. I've been in
Arkham Asylum for too damned long. I need this and
you are going to give it to me or else!"
The white head of his cock presses firmly against her tightly closed
lips until a finger digs into the pressure point behind her
ear. Unable to withstand the pain her mouth opens to cry out and the Joker's
hard flesh glides into her mouth. Both of the
Joker's hands grip the back of her head as he thrusts his hips forward,
driving his hard cock over her tongue and into her
tight throat. She chokes on the organ as it invades her mouth, trying to
pull her head back and away from the vile thing in her
mouth. But the grip of the Joker is too strong and she can do nothing as the
foul member of the Joker pistons in and out of her
mouth, her lips pressing tightly around the girth of the hard organ coated
with her saliva.
Batgirl tries to ease her throat muscles to accept the thick head of
the Joker's cock. No longer resisting as he savagely
fucks her face. Her lips tighten around the glistening shaft as her tongue
presses up against it as well. The sooner the bastard
gets off the sooner she will be free of him. She knows from experience that
his twisted sense of humor would make him keep
his word and free her after this is all over. So she actively sucks on the
snow white flesh in her mouth in an attempt to hurry
him along.
Batgirl tries not to listen to his soft moans of pleasure as he
continues to shove his cock into her mouth. Instead she
attempts to control the gag reflex each time the head of his cock shoves
into her throat. She breathes heavily through her
nose each time her throat is filled with cock. Sometimes she is able to suck
down a quick breathe through her mouth as her
lips rise slightly off the grinding organ on it's way out, saliva bubbling
from her lips and dripping down her chin to splatter across
her firm breasts that heave with each stolen breath.
She closes her eyes to the sight of his dark green pubes filling her
vision and mashing against her nose each time he shoves
his obscenely white cock into her mouth. As the brutal rape of her mouth
continues she tries not to think of the ache in her
jaw from the constant sucking she provides to hurry him along. Of the strain
on her neck as he pulls and pushes her head back
and forward onto his hard, hammering member. Tries to ignore the numbness of
her soft lips stretched tightly around the slick
shaft as it slides in and out.
Suddenly Batgirl is left crouching with her mouth open in an O shape,
chin glistening with saliva. The invading organ no longer
in her mouth. Opening her eyes at the same time that she closes her mouth
she sees the wet cock of the Joker inches from her
face. The thick bulbuous head bobbing slightly. One purple gloved hand holds
the base of the shaft tightly as the Joker steps
backward yet again.
"Oh no, my child. You almost had me," The Joker laughs, "But I plan on
getting more than a blow job from you. Boys?"
Rough hands grab at Batgirl. She feels herself being lifted up and she
struggles to break free of their grip. But with her arms
tightly bound behind her and her legs tied together at ankle and knee there
is little she can do as they carry her over to a nearby
crate. She closes her eyes and groans as she is dropped on the crate,
giving a sharp cry of pain as her amble busom flattens
out against the harsh grain of the wood. All she can see as the men work on
the ropes around her legs is the Joker standing
before the crate removing his shoes and socks, his purple pants and
underwear quickly following. Nude from the waist down he
stands waiting for his men to complete their work, pure white skin glowing
in the harsh light. His hard cock obscenely pointing
at her still shimmering with the coating of her saliva.
"Joker, please.Don't do this." Batgirl whispers hoarsely.
Laughing the Joker moves around out of her field of vision as she feels
her legs roughly being pulled wide apart. Staring at the
ground in front of the crate she can feel a cold draft against her exposed
pussy. Unconsciously she tries to draw her legs
together but the strong hands of the men keep her legs held wide apart. Her
body shakes as she suddenly feels the coarse
fabric of a gloved finger invade her body, a thumb grinding harshly against
her sensitive clit causing her to gasp in pain.
"Oh, Bat-Baby, this is going to feel soooooo good!" She hears the Joker
laugh.
Then the finger is gone and in the next instant Batgirl gives a cry of
shock as she feels the hard cock shoved deep into her
pussy with a single thrust. Her head falls, chin resting against the crate,
eyes squeezed tightly shut as the Joker begins to
fuck her with a rapid tempo. She shivers in horror as she feels his organ
grinding through her tight pussy. Shouts in silence as
she hears the wet sound of his cock shoving inward between the soft labia,
the slap of his hips against her ass-cheeks. And
over it all the sound of his maniacal laughter as he rapes her.
The hands on her legs pull even more and she gives a gasp of pain as the
muscles in her inner thighs are stretched to the
ripping point. She struggles to break free of her bonds, ignoring the pain
in her breasts from her weight pressing them into the
hard wood. But her efforts are in vain and in a moment she relaxes on the
crate in resignation.
Without a sound Batgirl endures the pounding cock ripping through her
pussy. Her breath hissing between her teeth with
an extra effort each time the Joker's hips smash against her buttocks. A
tear rolls down her cheek as his hairy balls slap
against her clitorial hood causing the sensitive nub beneath to tingle in
slight pleasure. Closing her eyes Batgirl tries to accept
the rape, to relax her body and welcome the hard organ pistonning rapidly in
and out of her tight passage.
Then a slap to her left ass-cheek brings a gasp of shock from her lips.
"Oh, Bat-Babe! You're cunt is sooooo hot and tight! Man...why didn't I
do this years ago?" The Joker laughs, punctuating his
words with a savage thrust deep into her.
Batgirl gasps with the intensity of the Joker's hard thrusts. She can
feel the bruises inside her thighs sting each time his
hips slam into her. Despite herself she realizes that the pleasureable
sensation from her clit is causing her pussy to get even
moister, increasing the ease of the Joker's hard cock to glide in and out.
This mix of pleasure with pain brings tears of
humiliation to her eyes as she remains helpless across the top of the crate
enduring the hard cock pounding unendingly
between her outstretched legs.
The hands on her ass dig harder into her soft flesh, pulling the cheeks
wide apart. Batgirl shivers as a cold draft wafts over
her tightly clenched anus. The Joker's tempo has increased. She can feel him
shoving his cock into her with a maddened
frenzy and can only hope that it would all soon be over. Shudders at the
vision of that white phallus ramming into her tight
pussy rapidly over and over. The soft pink lips of her pussy a sharp
contrast to the dead white thing keeping them apart as it
rams in and out of her. Shaking the vision from her mind Batgirl grips at
his cock with her pussy. Squeezing his fast moving
organ each time it tries to draw away in an attempt to hurry him along.
Suddenly the Joker stops moving, his hard cock buried deep inside of
her. Her stomach heaves as she feels the warm spurt
of his cum fill her womb. Batgirl chokes back the bile that rises up into
her throat at the thought of his sperm making their
way deeper into her pussy. Shudders in horror at the thought that she could
have the Joker's child. Or that she has just gotten
some disease. Gives a sigh of relief as she feels his cock slip out of her
pussy and sense's him moving away from her
outstretched legs.
Staring at the floor she listens to the Joker's wild laughter. A second
later he dances into her line of vision, a strange and
bizarre figure. Not a man but some twisted mimicry of a man. Naked from the
waist down, prancing around in front of her,
white legs gleaming in the light. His semi-hard cock bouncing up and down
and left and right as he moves, dark green pubic
hair a garish contrast to the pale skin. Coat tails flapping in the air
behind him, arms scissoring the air. The ugly wide grin
forever on his white face. Again Batgirl fights down the urge to vomit.
Stopping in front of her the Joker bends forward, one hand grabbing a
bat-ear and lifting her head, forcing her to stare into
his madly merry face.
"My many thanks, Batgirl. I am most grateful for that most wonderful
experience. Some day we need do this again. Now,
as promised, I shall leave you here while I make good my escape."
The Joker drops her head with a wild laugh as he moves over to his
clothes laying on the floor. As he struggles into his
pants he turns once more toward her.
"However, I don't think my men are inclined to leave with me. Just yet.
I think they may have some ideas of their own and
that you will have to negotiate with them about."
The Joker bends almost in double, laughing hard at his own words.
Batgirl can only stare in horror, a feeling of utter and
complete dispair creeping slowly over her heart. Around her she feels
motion. Whimpers as she feels the thick head of a
cock pressing against her anus. Then the Joker is gone, replaced by the body
of a man before her face, his hard cock held
straight out from his body in one hand, the other gripping her head as he
shoves it toward her mouth.
Batgirl screams loudly as her sphincter surrenders to the pressure of
the cock pressing against it and the thick head pops
into her ass. Her cry of pain almost instantly cut off by the thick cock
that invades her mouth and rams against her sore
throat. Bitter tears roll from her eyes as the pain in her ass increases
with each thrust of the rapist.
Then from around the hip of the man raping her mouth she sees the Joker's
leering face.
"I must now away, my dear girl. Enjoy my men's company in my absence and
I will see you again on some future
occasion. I promise."
And with wild laugh the face is gone.
Totally defeated Batgirl cries in horror, shame and pain as the two men
fuck her from both ends. She grows numb, her
mind retreating from the here and now. Lost in a haze of pain and fear she
is hardly aware that neither man is still fucking
her. Her aching jaw mimes sucking on a cock that isn't there as the sounds
of battle only dimly register on her dazed mind.
Her heart leaps in terror at the feel of hands on her, lifting her, setting
her down on the ground beside the crate. Voices cause
her to cringe in horror.
But then she recognizes the voice. Senses something gentle in the arms
holding her. Blinking the tears from her eyes she
focuses them and sees a familiar pair of faces, looks of concern etched into
the eyes veiled in their masks. A sigh of relief
bubbles from her numb lips as she settles into the comforting arms holding
her.
"We came as quickly as we could when we got your signal, Barbara. I'm
really sorry we couldn't have gotten here sooner
but we were in a fight with Two-Face and his gang on the other side of
Gotham."
As he speaks Batgirl remembers the fight on the docks. The gas. Reaching
into her utility belt even as she was passing out
to push the button on the emergency signal hidden there.
Softly she smiles and speaks to the masked man, "It's ok, Batman. I
understand. Hazards of the job."
She smiles again as he lifts her into his strong arms, her cloak wrapped
around her. Sees the unconscious bodies of the
men littering the floor, many of them leaking blood from a shattered nose or
split lip. Smiles even more broadly at the sight of
the Joker all tied up against a wall.
"Let's get you out of here, Barbara."

III

Barbara's eyes snap open. She stares up at the bar swinging ever so
slightly above her. A shudder coarses through her body
and a tear leaks from her eye to roll down her cheek. She takes a deep
breathe to calm her pounding heart, stiffling a cry of
anguish.
"Hazards of the job, Oracle." She whispers softly to herself as she
reaches up and grabs the bar, shifting her weight to slide
over into the wheelchair, "Hazards of the job."

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