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Batgirl's Robot Troubles
by Max Hass
Copyright Dec. 2003
It had been nearly a month since Barbara had been in the most embarrassing defeat of her crime fighting career, battling against The Mad Hatter and his two henchwomen to save a kidnap victim's life. True to his word, he had released his captive once his two fighters had defeated her in front of his video cameras. Despite her attempts to recover from the concussion, as well as the other physical and emotional stresses of that defeat, Barbara had not been able to put her failure out of her mind.
Her relationship with Sandra, formed in the heat and aftermath of the decisive battle for her freedom, had also left a distinct change in Barbara. Due to the time she spent in her care and company in the days after the battle, Barbara had changed. The comfort and security of spending a week in the company of Sandra made Barbara think of things she had not been able to think of since her mother died in the line of duty as a police officer.
No amount of therapy or counseling could totally remove the void that she faced when her father, Commissioner Gordon, had to take full care of her in the middle of his own grief over the loss of his wife and the mother of his only child. They had always avoided confronting the issue, building the wall that would one day put Barbara outside his reach and in the realm of Batman and the war he fought.
Once Barbara returned to her own apartment and began to rebuild her life, a new series of thoughts began to take residence in her bruised mind. Questions of how she could continue to fight as Batgirl came out of the constant replay of the limited memories of that night in the ring, augmented by Sandra's vivid descriptions and encouragements. Sandra was beyond grateful for what Batgirl had done for her, saving her life.
However, her time of contemplation came to a crashing halt when her dual lives began to demand her attention. Having to explain her failures to Batman, and trying to explain her time away from work and her new relationship to the assistant district attorney's daughter. With some skill and help from Sandra, she patched all the holes in the story and was able to move forward, back to her roles as a librarian and a crime fighter.
In the days since Batgirl had been sidelined, The Riddler had been released from prison after serving time for his last crime wave. Despite his record, a group of teenagers had hired him as a consultant. Given his background in corporate affairs and his skills in marketing and creating toys, the teenagers felt that he would be a good frontman for their wildly popular underground robot battlezone game.
Based on simple robotics, these battling robots would be set upon each other in a destruction derby style battle. The young people of Gotham would crowd parking lots in abandoned parts of the city to watch the quickly organized events. The money made betting on the machines more than paid for the teams. The glory of a well won battle would guarantee return audiences.
In the short span of a year, outside the attention of most of Gotham's citizens, these robot battlezone games had netted the creators a vast amount of money. The fact that the profits were through illegal gambling didn't matter. What mattered was that no one had been harmed and property was not damaged or vandalized in the process. The creators had been careful to cover their tracks and prevent any undue attention from being drawn to them.
Now that their events were growing larger and larger with every passing month, they had taken their profits, bought an abandoned factory outside the city limits, and set up their production facility and offices there. On weekends, they used one of the biggest buildings on the grounds to hold the events that now drew other robotics developers from the rest of the country to test their machines against the group, now known as the Gotham Crew.
It was not hard for Barbara to keep an eye out for this series of events. Between what she was able to obtain through Chief O'Hara's and her father's offices, along with a quick search engine query on the Gotham Crew's various fan websites, she was able to put together a possible criminal organization in the opening stages of operation.
Using a disguise, she made her way to see one of these battlezone events for herself and see what she could be facing from The Riddler.
Trying not to stick out in the crowd of mostly high school and college age kids, Barbara dressed herself in a more contemporary outfit of jeans, logoed tee shirt and leather jacket. Her hair, which she had trimmed and highlighted for the night, was not what she would normally wear. Her hope was that no one in this crowd would recognize her, focusing their attention on the robots on the warehouse floor warming up for the various combats of the evening.
There were many classes of battle machines on the concrete floor. From small hinged wedges to machines the size of small cars, but with more lethal purposes, the various robots were given last minute tests by their engineering teams. Any little error or weak part could cost their team any hope of a win and a lot of money in wagers.
Barbara was so busy taking in the pre battle preparations, she didn't notice the eyes that were watching her movements inside the warehouse. In an office removed from the battlezone building across the factory grounds, Sandra and The Riddler, dressed in a regular business suit, had already spotted their expected guest.
"There's your spy, Mr. Nashton. The daughter of Commissioner Gordon is here to gather information, most likely for the police or that vigilante who put you in jail in the first place."
Looking at Barbara moving around the fenced cage that contained any damaged parts from flying into the audience, The Riddler considered his options. "Well, kidnapping her is out of the question." he said. "If she goes missing, the whole police force will be after us in hours." "Let her go and tell whoever she's working with what she's seen. With the power of these new robots at your command, the caped crusaders will be no problem." finished Sandra, considering the possibility that Batgirl would most likely be the first visitor to their mechanical trap.
Barbara returned to her apartment, having witnessed the mechanized carnage that the various machines inflicted on each other. Impressed with the sophisticated nature of the different machines, she considered her plan to go back on one of their off nights in hope of finding something further that could be used to confirm some criminal intent at the factory.
Technically, as long as the robots were fighting on private property, no one was committing a crime. The waiver she signed was airtight: any risk a member of the audience took by entering the battlezone was waived by the person as he or she signed the document as they paid their entry fee.
The betting on the robotic fights were another matter however. She was shocked to see the amounts of cash changing hands at the betting windows. The records of each bet were entered on small, hard wired laptop computers that would be networked with the headquarters. Given five minutes with her own computer skills and her own laptop computer, she'd have access to all their records. The only thing to do now is more research on the schedule of the Gotham Crew's road tours.
Once back in her apartment space with her Batgirl uniform and tools waiting for her, a brief review of the schedule showed that the Crew would be going out of state for three days at the end of the next week. "Perfect" Barbara thought to herself. "This will be the best way to get back in the saddle." she thought out loud. Going over the layout of the old factory she obtained from the city records, she plotted her entrance into the facility and her means to solving this criminal gambling ring.
Barbara had made the switch to Batgirl again the night that the Gotham Gang left for their road tour. Taking advantage of a moonless night, she rode her motorcycle to a point just short of the factory grounds and parked out of site off the highway. Making her way by foot to a section of fence she had noted on her first visit, she used the tools of her belt to check for every possible type of sensor before she moved to cross over it.
Using starlight goggles, she looked for anything that reflected activity. Seeing no movement around the buildings, she performed a quick scan for laser or infrared beams that would trip an alarm. None were showing up. "Looks like it's showtime." thought Batgirl to herself as she prepared to vault the fence. "If there are any sensors in the ground, they most likely won't feel my impact when I hit the grass."
A quick dash with a now unfolded pole designed for such an entry, and Batgirl cleared the razor wire topped chain link fence. Her impact was a mild thump where she rolled to a stop. Lifting her head to check for any sign of alarm, she scanned the horizon for any change of the factory. Nothing had changed.
Leaping to her feet, she covered the distance to the stadium building as fast as she could move. As she reached the outside wall, Batgirl reached for her grappling gun, aiming for the top of the wall. Entering the building from the roof would give her the best chance for avoiding any alarm systems.
As she scaled the outside wall, a set of small starlight cameras had already picked up her form, moving towards the roof. Watching the signals from these concealed lenses were The Riddler and his partner, Sandra. "Just as I thought." said Sandra outloud. "Are you ready, Mr. Nashton?" "Please, call me Riddler. You've hired the best money can buy, dear lady. With these tools at my command, this will be an easy capture, and you'll get all the video footage you could hope for. The robots will make sure of that."
"I'll hold you to your word Riddler. Just remember though. Failure here means a much longer jail term if you go back. Don't underestimate her abilities." Riddler considered his reply carefully. "You have my word, she'll be under your control for an hour at least. The robots will keep her busy for your cameras."
The villains watched and waited from their remote control station while Batgirl made her way onto the roof. Scanning again for any signs of active alarm systems, she found none that her equipment could see. Moving towards a tall structure, she found the access door to the roof. Making quick work of the two locks with a locksmith kit, she opened the door and made her way down the stairwell to the upper level of the warehouse. Opening a door, she found a catwalk that supported an old ceiling crane for heavy lifting.
Taking advantage of the catwalk, she again swept the room for any signs of alarm systems. Seeing nothing, she looked at the floor where she had watched the battles earlier that week. Some of the robots had been left along the wall of the battlefield. Her attention turned to the corner of the floor where the betting computers had been set up. Using magnification on her starlight goggles, she saw that there were no terminals or laptops left on the tables.
Taking the grapple from her utility belt, she locked it to a secure railing and allowed herself to be lowered to the factory floor. A second set of concealed camera lenses followed her every move. Back in the remote control center, Sandra turned to The Riddler. "You're on. Get this right and you'll be better off than you've ever been before. While the money from the betting of this game was good, the sequel to the last Batgirl 'movie' will make you even more wealthy."
"You're sure you know what you're doing Sandra? These controls are easy, but there are so many robots on the floor. Even if they take her down, how can you be sure they won't go too far with her?" Sandra looked into his eyes "Leave that to me. Even if she dies tonight, your share of the money from that video will make you a rich man. Don't worry."
Now that Batgirl had reached the floor and scanned the large, darkened room, she walked towards the betting tables and examined the connections left there. She found standard ethernet connections, just as she had hoped. Taking a modified iPAQ from her belt, she placed the ethernet connection in the port added to this Pocket PC. Checking the large plug in memory card to be sure it was in place, she turned on the device and allowed it to boot. Once the device came to life, Batgirl swiftly used the device to check for any activity on the cable.
While Batgirl ran through the ports looking for a server to examine, The Riddler made his way to the warehouse, excited that this night would be a profitable one, even more than the percentage that the people who hired him had provided so far. "Got to give those kids some credit for this. They know machines. Pity they don't know what they'll be missing tonight though." Stopping at the private entrance to check the current whereabouts of Batgirl, Riddler pondered what riddle he would use on his prey tonight. As he quietly turned the doorknob, his mind found a suitable riddle for his entrance.
Thanks to dumb luck, Batgirl had found the security of the Gotham Gang's server farm to be rather crude and predictable. Almost any determined hacker could have opened this network, given the access she had. She was focused on finding the current database for the betting records. These would be the evidence the police would need for convictions.
With a quick copy of the last day's bets stored to the first memory card, she swiftly replaced it with a second card. "Now let's see what else I can find out about this operation..." thought Barbara to herself. Within seconds, she had found the server computers that controlled the robotic battles in the very room she stood in.
Batgirl heard a very quiet 'click' in the distance while she navigated the many files on the server,. Pausing to look around and scan again for any movement with her nightvision goggles, she saw nothing. "These large buildings make noises as they cool at night" though Batgirl as she returned to the iPAQ in her gloved hand. Seeing something of interest, she attempted to open an application she found on one of the servers. As she did this, the lights in the room all snapped on with loud cracks of electricity and filaments arcing with energy.
"Well, we seem to have a rodent problem in here" said The Riddler as he walked onto the floor between the arena and the tables where Batgirl had been working. Swiftly poking the controls on the iPAQ, she set it down and turned to face the man whose voice she knew well from prior encounters.
"Well Riddler, it looks like I have you dead to rights again. Care to go quietly this time?" "Riddle me this Batgirl. What do you and a certain kind of rodent have in common?" Batgirl stood still, knowing that replying to his twisted riddle would only egg him on. "No reply? Well, you're both guinea pigs. You're both going to be tested tonight." Barbara watched as The Riddler raised his cane and swept it in front of him. This signal triggered Sandra's response and the controls snapped to life, lights turning from red to green on the monitors in front of her.
Every robot on the battle arena snapped to life, much to Batgirl's shock. "Afraid to face me alone, Riddler?" was her sole comment as the parade of machines began to move through the open gate from the arena to the audience floor.
Calculating the risks of a fight against all these robotic machines, Barbara made a snap decision. Taking two of the most powerful explosive charges from her belt, she tossed them at the oncoming wall of machines. In the heat of the flash, she took her grappling gun and fired it at the catwalk in hopes of making her way off the floor. As the winch in the gun began to draw her feet from the floor, Sandra watched a single screen that showed a view of the back of Batgirl's head. A tiny laser beam had been targeted on it.
As Batgirl floated upwards to almost half the distance to the catwalk, a robot with a crossbow tracked the laser dot on her cowl. A large gloved head on a shaft flew from the crossbow, hitting Barbara square in the back of her head. The carefully calculated weight and mass of the gloved arrowhead caused a concussion that knocked her out.
Barbara had almost made her escape, she thought to herself. Everything had gone almost perfectly. The last thoughts she had when she was lifting herself out of harm's way was that she had the evidence in her belt. She could pull this off. "It wouldn't go like the last time..." was the last though she had when the flash of light and pain snapped her perception and knocked her to the ground.
The pain of the impact from the unseen assault was the first sensation Batgirl felt when she came to. Looking around, she found that she was locked in the battlezone enclosure surrounded by dozens of various robots. Continuing to twist her sore head around the enclosure, she noted a bury image of a person sitting in a chair. As her eyes focused in the artificial lights of the warehouse, she saw it was The Riddler waiting for her to come to. "I'd offer you some aspirin, but you might have me arrested for practicing medicine without a license." was his first remark.
Using her hands to push herself up from the prone position and to her knees, she looked again at the army of machines she was facing. "I've seen your latest video, Batgirl. You're quite impressive with the ladies. Now, you'll face the power of an army of machines that are well equipped to handle you. I'm even going to give you a fighting chance, not that it will do you a great deal of good, my dear Batgirl."
Barbara's head was rolling like she was standing on a ship's deck at sea. While she was painfully aware of her situation, her ability to reason was deeply impaired. "Let's do it, then." was the only reply that she could muster while trying to assess the possible attacks that these machines would throw at her.
A pair of wedge shaped crawlers sped directly at Batgirl's feet. Waiting for the last possible second, she attempted to jump over them. As her boots left the concrete, both wedges sped under them, snapping open in a 180 degree arc and slapping the bottom of her boots. This action knocked her flying body back to the ground, her arms keeping her head from any further impacts. Again, she lifted her torso from the pavement, looking up at The Riddler, still sitting in the chair across the floor.
Pushing herself up again, the stress of the first fall and the concussion had reminded her that she was in deep trouble. A bit of fear was healthy, but the pain clouded her mind along with that fear. Decisions were harder to come by. But surrender was out of the question. After all, the iPAQ was already doing the work she set it to. It was just a matter of time before the odds would be evened.
"I hope you don't mind if I don't stick around Riddler." spoke Batgirl as she sprung to a crouching pose, then stood again. "Be my guest, Batgirl. It's your move." With this, she reached for her utility belt. Finding it had not been removed, she pulled the last two high explosive charges she had in reserve for fighting such machines.
As she turned her head to find the largest target, two more wheeled towers sped at her. Both machines were wielding spinning leather straps, like old fashioned barber's sharpening straps. From the motion of the leather propellers, the ends of each strap were weighted to make their effect more painful and devastating. Moving faster than Barbara's ability to react, the first robot swung the leather buzzsaw at her hips while the second robot pushed the second leather buzzsaw at her raised arm, knocking the small grenades from her hand.
The pain of the slapping both high and low drew Barbara's attention from the rest of the machines, which began to move into various positions around the floor. The high leather buzzsaw moved from striking her right arm to slapping the right side of her temple and head while the lower leather buzzsaw moved from the left side of her torso to the right, slapping her utility belt and the uniform underneath it. The pain was intense, but the repeated blows to her cowl had taken a more powerful toll.
Batgirl fell to her knees, the lower machine continuing to slap her body as it fell in the path of the leather straps. Her left breast suffered a severe thrashing as she fell. Batgirl attempted to pull her left arm into the path of the leather whips, but to no avail. Every impact stung and tugged at her limbs.
As her body fell again to the floor, the second wave of machines pulled back, allowing Batgirl to regain some composure after the vicious attack. Barbara felt some moisture around her waist and forehead. Touching her waist where the wet pain was, she found drops of blood on the tip of her blue glove. Lifting head to look, she saw that her uniform had been torn every place the straps had lingered on her body. Her top was tattered where the ends of the straps whipped her uniform. The warm, wet sensation had covered 20% of her body in that last attack. Only her gloves and boots had survived, but were deeply scuffed and scared.
Looking down at the front of her utility belt, half of the compartments had been torn open and the contents scattered across the battlezone floor. The other compartments had already been emptied by her aborted attacks against the machines and the iPAQ which was still doing the job she programmed before she was discovered.
"Well, Batgirl. Ready to try again. You know you don't have much choice now." spoke the figure from his chair, watching with measured excitement. "I do hope you continue. I want to see how long it takes for these machines to knock you out for good." As he spoke during this brief rest break, Sandra took the time to double check the hard drives that were storing the camera feeds from each robot as it attacked her. "This will be even better than the first video once I have the chance to edit it. So much pain! So much drama! Batgirl will face a lot more pain before this is all over.
With that, Sandra spoke into a microphone that fed a small hearing aid in Riddler's ear. "So far, so good. I'm having good luck with these robots." Riddler softly nodded his head in agreement, knowing that Sandra was watching his actions as well. "We'll wait until she gets up again, then I'll throw the heavy hitters at her. She won't be getting up this time. Let her charge you. Batgirl won't be able to touch you, but I'll touch her in ways she's never imagined.
"Batgirl! Are you going to lay there for the rest of the night or do you want to try for the door? If you make the gate, you might get away. Not all of these machines can move as fast as you. Or would you like to try another attack on the robots directly? Who knows? You might actually have what it takes to take one down."
In the time that The Riddler spoke, Barbara held out hope that her iPAQ would come through for her, but everything was still against her. "Better stall some more. If only the program would do its job" thought Batgirl as she raised her head yet again. The cowl had been made of harder materials than the rest of her uniform. Not enough to protect against concussion bolts and weighted leather whips, but it had survived the blows it had suffered so far, unlike the rest of her uniform. The stings of her multiple wounds had been pushed down in what was left of her consciousness.
Her mind had collapsed back down to a fight or flight state. Running was not out of the question, but the chance to jump The Riddler and end this in a stand off was feeling more possible in her mind.
Without a word, but much more slowly than the first two times, Batgirl snapped up to a kneeling squat, then lunged up and running at The Riddler as fast as her body could move. Using her unharmed right hand, she reached around under her cape to the back of her utility belt for a batarang and cord to try to capture him as he sat in his chair. To her surprise, he watched as she charged him with no alarm. He sat watching as she cocked her arm with weapon in hand, ready to toss it at him.
As she began the upwards swing to toss the weapon at him, a set of articulated, snake like arms with large claws flashed from above her, seizing her clutched right hand and left arm at first. More snake like arms joined the attack, quickly seizing her neck and lower legs, clamping around her ankles the same as the two holding her arms. The batarang fell to the floor harmlessly.
Batgirl thrashed wildly against the grip of the arms holding her limbs and her neck. As she tried her strength against the arms, the clamp around her neck began to slowly close on her throat, placing pressure on it.
The robot arms forced her down to her knees, forcing her to face The Riddler, still seated in his chair. "Well, well. The guinea pig has almost passed all her tests so far. But I have so much more to test on you, my dear Batgirl. Can you stand against my mighty robots? So far, the answer appears to be not."
As she stopped resisting the strength of the robotic arms, the clutch of the clamp around her neck was released slightly, allowing her to continue to breath. "Got to hold out until help arrives" thought Batgirl as she kneeled, waiting for the next stage of this one sided battle. One of the smaller wheeled robots had now moved forward and taken her dropped weapon off the floor.
"There are so many other tests I want to run on you Batgirl, but which one shall I use this time..." pondered Sandra outloud in the office. How she wished that she could be in the arena like the last time. Watching first hand how she fought and struggled to win against impossible odds.
But it was important to keep track of the quality of the video and audio feeds from that arena this time. There was no one that she could trust who would be able to do justice to this fight. It was almost poetic. The eternal combat of justice against the might of evil. Who would win out? Could justice be seduced in the heat of battle? Sandra had her suspicions.
Putting those thoughts out of her mind and taking control of the snake clamp arms, she triggered the release locks and dropped Batgirl free again. "She's all yours again, Riddler." Still kneeling and staring at her captor, Batgirl considered her next move with what little she had left to fight with.
The only weapons she had left were lethal but only to The Riddler or one of the robots if she had the means to wield it closely to it. Lasers that could cut steel or blind eyes could make short work of Riddler, but the robots would most likely pull her body apart before her plan could work. She continued to wait on The Riddler to lead the conversation and give her time, time she hoped would help her.
"Well, I don't know what to do now. Any suggestions, Batgirl? Surely you must have some idea of what I can do now. Can't you use that wonderful detective mind to find some weakness, some flaw to the weapons I'm using against you? No inspiration at all? Well, I'm not going to give you any clues this night, my dear Batgirl."
"That didn't go well" Thought Batgirl as she nursed her wounds and attempted to recover from the lack of air when her neck was squeezed in that last attack. Breathing deeply, she betrayed her weakened state of health, but he knew the power of his attacks on her. She was outclassed at every turn. Almost as if someone else was watching over his shoulder. No amount of speed she would muster now could match the attacks against her.
"You're smart Ridder, but not smart enough to make all this work on your own" croaked Batgirl from her kneeling position on the concrete floor. Riddler replied "Oh, but you'd be very surprised as to how simple things can be when the machines are running the show. Every attack you threw at me has been neutralized. You are weakened and most likely are suffering from at least one concussion. Care to try your luck again?"
Looking over the handiwork of the first attacks, the tattered parts of Batgirl's uniform did nothing to conceal her body underneath the shards of cloth that clung to the now scabbing flesh. The next attack would be the last one for her. Then the real fun will begin. "It's all up to you Batgirl. Do you plan to kneel there all night or do you want to prove your ability?"
Slowly, Batgirl placed her right hand on the floor and brought her left knee up so her foot was flat on the floor. She paused, stalling for time again. Batgirl then brought herself back to a standing position. This had taken a profound effort on her part, having suffered the full effects of the cumulative assaults on her body these past few minutes. "You won't win tonight Riddler. Do your worst" was her final response to his words. She stood still for nearly a minute while the imposed stand off was in place.
Sandra knew that Batgirl was just about ready to fall on her face at that moment. What could she be thinking? Waiting for Batman or Robin to rush to the rescue? No one was moving anywhere within miles of the factory ground. No police, no aircraft, no cars. They were safe for now. Growing tired of waiting, Sandra poked a few command strokes on the keyboard in front of her, triggering the awaiting machines that would drag Batgirl back into her sexual self and drive her further from her old life.
"Riddler, be ready. I'm going to give her the full treatment now. Just sit back and relax until I tell you its all clear" warned Sandra through the earpiece in his ear.
Again, Riddler nodded his head ever so slightly, seeing that Batgirl had closed her eyes and bowed her head, awaiting whatever was going to happen next. The floor began to hum with the sounds of several machines moving forward to meet the stationary body of the cowled detective. Though she heard the sounds, she left her head bowed and stood as tall as the mist of the concussions would allow her to. Even as the pains began to fade in that mist, the only thought she could focus on was that slight hope that her planned salvation would come soon.
"Batgirl, you can look away if you want. But this is the beginning of the end of the first experiment. As our guinea pig, you will now face the second and most important phase of the process you were brought here to take part in." As he finished his preamble, Batgirl was surrounded by six robots of unique design. Two by her sides possessed sets of arms similar to the roof armed octopus that she had lost to earlier.
With precision timing, two sets of arms from each of the flanking robots moved from their stored positions and clamped Batgirl by her ankles and wrists. As the robots did so, Batgirl looked down at the arms that held her and the machines that controlled them. Both of the machines outweighed her and were so designed to be low to the ground. Despite her deep desire to test these robots for any weakness, she resisted that urge and turned her head to face The Riddler. "You won't..." were the last two words out of her mouth as arms from the roof octopus moved down and clamped her head while a large ball gag was forced into her mouth.
"I do so enjoy our conversations, Batgirl. However, it is time for you to test one of the secondary products the boys in research and development have built for the adult toy market." A spotlight popped on and focused on what looked like a horse saddle placed on a pedestal. As the object came into a hazy focus, the two flanking robots lifted Batgirl by the wrists and ankles at the same moment. The shock of this painful act shocked her to utter a muffled moan.
Her legs were dragged forward and apart as the upper arms were lowered to keep from tearing her limbs from their sockets. When her legs were splayed open as widely and tightly as the robotic arms could without killing her, they stopped and locked into position.
A smaller robot approached her exposed crotch. Cameras had been following every action since she had entered the factory floor and the lights had only improved their ability to present each act in deep detail. Sandra watched the approaching robot from cameras mounted on the flanking robotic arms and from lenses on the small, moving unit as well. Every movement was transferred directly to hard drives awaiting her pleasure.
With a press of a virtual button on the monitor, the command was sent to the little robot. An arm with a small surgical blade moved from its traveling position and was deployed to the surface of Batgirl's tightly stretched pants. Seeing the seam, the artificial intelligence program running the arm angled the blade using the arm and a set of wrist like couplings. Once the blade tip met the strands of thread that held the cloth together, the program applied practiced torque and pressure on the blade, driving the tip along the seam and cutting it open.
The Riddler sat watching the same set of camera feeds that Sandra was recording. Rather than risk being injured by any surprise that Batgirl might unknowingly cause, he sat and watched as the robotic arm opened an X shaped hole in the crotch of Batgirl's pants. The arm followed the inside seam of the legs almost down to the tops of her boots on both legs while the opposite axis created a line almost to her low slung utility belt, now a simple accessory that was no use to its owner.
Even as this turn of events settled into Batgirl's mind, she came to face the risk that her plan would fail. The events she set in motion before her swift defeat should take effect any moment, but when? The knife was retracted back to the small robot and stored for the next action. The robot had archived the desired goal of exposing the widely spread legs of Batgirl, leaving her sport briefs intact for the camera.
"Those criminals will pay big bucks to see this footage alone!" thought Sandra as she paused to review the status of the recorders and the remaining hard drive space. She had almost 10 hours of real time recording capacity on the disk array she had on the table. Each camera fed the battery powered array and a laptop in order to provide secure isolation from the rest of the computer networks in the building. "Don't want anyone getting a free look at this masterpiece!" She said as she patted the warm hard drive case.
Returning to the robotic control panel, Sandra selected the control that moved the little robot to a holding stage while the two flanking robots were given their instructions to move Batgirl to the saddle chair that waited for her arrival. Slowly, the two robots moved in programmed precision to deliver the helplessly splayed heroine to the imposing seat prepared for her.
"You are most likely wondering exactly what this saddle is for, Batgirl. As I've implied from the start, you will be testing this saddle for our R&D department. You see, the adult entertainment industry has been working towards making living partners redundant for sexual pleasure. Men have had crude dolls for decades. Now with enough money, those old mannequins have become almost alive. Warm and moving virtually any part of the man's imagination that he wants, the robot doll now can provide a more humane means for 'scratching their itch.'" As he spoke, the robots moved her ever closer to the now imposing saddle chair. The pedestal lowered as the two machines delivered their almost ready cargo.
"As for women, they too have demanded devices that could scratch their itches as well. This machine was developed for the demands of more active females who want it all and want it now. You will be the first to test it for them. I hope you feel honored. Much of the virtual technology for this chair is brand new and, I'm assured by the boys in the lab, that you'll be very impressed with their work."
The two flanking robots once again began to maneuver Batgirl's stretched body so her legs would clear the top of the lowered saddle chair. She looked down to see a leather like material covering most of the saddle and a slot in the center of the seat. The slot appeared to be made of plastic and several inches deep. The design of this gap would allow open access by whatever devices would be inserted up through the saddle into her anus and vagina.
Thinking to herself "This can't end up this way!" Batgirl felt herself being seated on the warm surface of the saddle, her panties now the only barrier to what evil torture this madman had in store for her now helpless body.
"Since you can't see what's going on down there, dear Batgirl, let me give you a clearer picture." And with those words, a wide plasma monitor was placed in front of her head so she would be able to have a good look at the activities being performed on her. A hum and vibration began, moving her buttocks ever so gently. An image of her panties began to appear in a small virtual monitor projected on the larger screen.
"As you can see, the fiber optic camera lenses our people use are state of the art. Ordered from the same suppliers as hospitals, you'll be able to watch in great detail from every angle what your body is going through. Interesting, yes?"
In the control room, Sandra had the same view of the panties, along with a view of Batgirl's face in close up, as well as three other wider angles of her body. "So far, everything has gone perfectly. Batgirl has fallen and is about to stay down. Can't hurt her too much though. There's so much more I can do to her if she survives this, and survive she shall!" thought Sandra to herself. "Riddler, I'm going to begin the first stage of the process. Watch the monitor and her crotch to be sure everything is going well. I don't want her hurt too badly at first."
Again, with a slight nod of his head to the ever present cameras, The Riddler moved and stood in the spot that would allow him to see her body without blocking Batgirl's view of the monitor or the cameras that would record every second of this stunning defeat.
"You're probably wondering how the chair will deal with your panties, Batgirl. The miniature robotic arms that are concealed in the pedestal will be tested first by pulling your panties down, then aside. Watch as your last defense is pulled out of the way." The vibrations of the arms were slight but the sensation was clear, even in Barbara's bruised mind. A slight warm breeze wafted across her crotch as the feel of metal sliding against her skin and around the cloth of her panties.
A tugging motion pulled the cloth down into the gap with little effort. Once the undergarment was stretched, the micro arm drew the excess material off her crotch and to the side, allowing the fiber optic camera lenses to see the flesh that was hidden up to that point. One lens exposed the pink and brown flesh of her anus while another panned up her labia.
The lenses of the cameras were concealed in the tips of two dildos attached to much stronger and more complex versions of the first micro arm. "Shall I explain the technical aspects of what is going to happen next?" Looking at Batgirl's face, she looked forward at the images on the smaller virtual monitors on the large screen. "I'll take that as a yes. You most likely know what is about to happen next, but not in great detail. I'll do a running commentary as it happens. You'll feel it, you'll see it, and you'll not be able to stop it!"
Even as The Riddler spoke, Batgirl barely heard his voice. The lingering pain of the
cuts and her concussion had rendered her mind dull and no amount of adrenalin would snap her out of the state she was in. The saddle was going to have its way with her sex, just as those two women had the month before and only a miracle would spare her this time.
"The robotic arm extends under the material the dildos are made of. Very flexible, they will slide into your vagina and anus with ease. Oh, and for your comfort, we'll be using KY vaginal moisturizer pumped through plastic veins that simulate the real veins of the penis. Very realistic feel I would expect. The arms will sense for resistance, so you have two choices. Relax and trust that the arms are smart enough to stop or resist and see for yourself how powerful the arms really are. Of course, you could face significant tissue damage to your organs if anything goes wrong..."
With the beginning of his final comment, Sandra ordered the software of the robotic chair to begin deploying the compact dildos to their targets. Each image on the monitors connected to the dildos drew closer and closer to the orifices they were about to enter. As the tips of each dildo touched her flesh, the warmed lubricants were applied to the skin as a fine mist at first.
Feeling her skin probed and moistened, Batgirl briefly considered the words of The Riddler. Since she still had one last slight hope, she relaxed as much as her battered mind could allow and awaited the fate she now faced. Resigned to the situation, Batgirl quietly surrendered and relaxed as much as she could, awaiting the next, inevitable step.
A third robotic arm appeared on one of the monitors, moving above the position the vagina dildo had taken. While the vagina dildo softly moved the labia from side to side, the third arm placed a small massage head on the flesh where the clitoral shroud would be covered by it. The constant flow of warm air moved across the surface of Batgirl's flesh and through her trimmed pubic hairs, now exposed by the chair's prosthetic arms.
With the half dollar sized vibrator placed softly yet securely against the top of Batgirl's pubic mound, the device was activated, providing a constant, insistent motion to the clit, still slightly hidden under the folded flesh of the labia. The vibrations moved the nerves which in turn stimulated the parts of the mind that Batgirl had little control over. Despite the concussion, or because of it, Batgirl found herself surrendering to the sensation of her clitoris being rung like a bell.
In the meantime, the two dildos continued to apply the mist of lubricating moisturizer to the exposed skin of the two holes they moved slowly across. Back and forth the heads moved, rubbing the orifices and stirring the tissue and negotiating the best path for the inevitable penetration of her body.
Sandra was feeling very aroused by the sight of Batgirl, helplessly facing the dildos and the vibrator attempting to stimulate an orgasm out of her captive. The thought of dominating her gave Sandra a wide array of ideas, but she quickly pushed them out of her mind. Business first. She had spent a good deal of her influence to arrange this event and if she planned to continue to use Batgirl for her perverted pleasures, she would need the money from the second video to make her dreams come true.
The Riddler watched as the robotic dildos continued to rub and push at the holes they were working on so diligently. Her labia had slowly opened and exposed the now swollen clitoris and the blushing red flesh around the barrel of Batgirl's vagina. The robotic dildos were not being forceful. The program that governed their movements behaved much like a massage chair. Every movement was planned and executed with precision.
Batgirl could see and feel the devices slowly making their way into her body. She didn't feel any pattern to the machines driving the artificial organs. She was only slightly aware that this was not some violent, mindless assault like she would have expected from a man. These machines were moving her sex and not letting her forget about it. The vibrator on her aroused clitoris had been moved and changed as the labia slid open.
A constant misting flow of warm fluids had provoked her body to add to the flow. The cameras on the tips of the dildos reflected the source of the new moisture. As if governed by human hands, the two devices began to penetrate the holes. First, the larger, longer dildo pushed slowly into her vagina. Due to the small diameter of the artificial organ, it penetrated the soft flesh with ease. Batgirl made no attempt to resist the penetration, not that she had much of choice in the matter. Her mind had gone from the haze of a concussion to the madness of a orgasm beginning to form.
The computers governing the micro arms inside the sheath began to expand, causing the inflated 'veins' to swell and push outward into the barrel of Batgirl's moist vagina. The process was slow but constant. The swelling would expand, pause and shrink back slightly. Then the swelling would expand slightly further and contract again and again. This went on for 15 minutes while the vibrator continued to stimulate her
clitoris.
At the 15 minute point, the second dildo began its journey up her anus. Distracted by the building orgasm and the state of her mind, Batgirl didn't seem to respond in any way the many cameras could see. Batgirl's body rocked back and forth, restricted by the clamps holding her ankles and wrists in place. Her face and exposed skin was covered in sweat from the workout. Her nipples had long since hardened and defined her top.
As the smaller faux penis found its way to its position, the computer began a similar program that caused the swelling and contractions inches inside her body. While this was proceeding, the first dildo had expanded the barrel of the vagina. The veins contracted and the arm slowly extracted the dildo to the point where it was almost out of the vagina. The arm of the vibrator removed the device from her clit. As the vibrations ended, the dildo was pushed back into the vagina firmly. The copious amounts of fluids in the vagina made the trip a short and impressive sensation for Batgirl.
Again and again, the larger dildo thrust and withdrew. Batgirl could not ignore or resist this onslaught. Fatigue did not plague this machine. The swelling veins and the constant action make her orgasm build and build over the next 20 minutes. As this continued, the anus had been expanded and stimulated. A constant flow of misting moisturizer continued to flow, compensating for the lack of glands for that purpose. The friction and heat that the machine energy created was carried away by a second set of 'veins' that were added for that purpose.
The tests were going beyond Sandra's wildest expectations. The saddle chair had broken Batgirl and was going to cause a major orgasm at any moment. She continued to watch the monitors, waiting to see the now flushed face and her eyes open and closing every time her hips were rocked by the action of the dildos drilling her sex.
Almost 45 minutes passed. Both dildos were expanded and driving back and forth in Batgirl's body. The smaller vibrator was no longer needed to stimulate her clitoris due to the swelling and the contact it had with the rubbing dildo. Batgirl could no longer match the motions of the robotic arms and was rolling at random, feeling her body kneaded from the inside. Her nerves were aching to finish with a climax and orgasm.
Seeing that Batgirl was no longer able to match the piston thrusts of the dual arms, Sandra spoke into the microphone in front of her. "Riddler, I'm going to switch the saddle to orgasm. Keep a close eye on her. I don't want that machine to cripple her before we can switch to the larger arms for the next test." Riddler, who had stood by and watched the gagged heroine reduced to a sex toy, smiled and spoke slowly and softly into her cowled ear "It's almost time, my dear Batgirl. Get ready to cum like you've never cum before."
A new action started in the saddle under Batgirl's hips. The saddle itself began to rock back and forth, pulling her legs along with it. Her upper abdomen and shoulders were unable to keep up with the rhythm of the saddle, despite the slack that the robotic arms had given her shackled wrists. Her clit could not stand the vibration one second longer. Her body gave in and her vagina flooded with the liquids of a powerful orgasm. Her muscles forced the vagina to clamp down hard on the veins of the dildos which, in turn, began to spurt a warm jelly to simulate the feel of a man's orgasm deep in her sex.
Batgirl collapsed in the saddle, breathing hard while the two dildos continued to lubricate the inside of her anus and vagina. After what seemed an eternity, the flow of jelly stopped and the two devices shrank to their original sizes. As Batgirl gasped for air through her nose, the two dildos were extracted from her body. Each camera paused as the tips were removed from the organs, gathering close up views of their handiwork.
The Riddler had watched the look on her face, then the real time views from her crotch as viewed from the fiber optic lenses and the dildo cameras. Sandra wished that she could have been standing as close to Batgirl as well, but thought better of it. If she ever suspected that this was a conspiracy... but Sandra let that though go. "Riddler, take the gag from Batgirl's mouth please. Let's see if she has anything to say."
As the ball gag squeezed out from between Batgirl's teeth, she could only draw breaths with it. No words came from her lips. "Speechless, I see. Well, I'm sure you'll have more to say after the next round of dildos, my dear. I'm looking forward to seeing the 15" orca dildo in action, once your vagina is ready, that is."
Meanwhile, the miracle that Barbara had wished for came to pass. Sandra was
watching the diagnostics running on the monitor that controlled the saddle chair. Riddler had warned her that the research and development team had included a series of post operation tests to check for any problems with the code. While she focused on the readouts of the chair and waiting to move onto the next series of larger dildos, the monitor of the computer that governed the robotic systems in the battlezone quietly turned blue, then blinked off.
Batgirl had set a program on the iPAQ that attempted to access the battlezone server. The attempt took all that time to run. At the end of the attempt, the server had been so flooded by attacks, the computer had no recourse but to reset and reboot. Batgirl had hoped if something like this had happened, the loss of the robots on the battlezone would be enough of a distraction to allow her to escape.
With a crash, two of the overhead robotic arms dropped to the floor. One of the arms clipped The Riddler in the head, knocking him out cold. All the other robotic devices fell dead. The clamps that held Batgirl's arms and legs opened as they fell away from her.
Realizing that her chance had finally come, she used what energy and focus she had left to lift her sore ass off the saddle and lower herself softly to the floor. "No time to think. Got to get out of here now!" were the thoughts that motivated her next actions. Moving as fast as her sore legs would move, she made her way past the fallen arms that had rendered her helpless earlier. Rather than try to extract The Riddler from under the tangle of hardware, she chose escape.
Making her way to the table and the PDA that saved her today, she then took the laser from her utility belt and made towards the door. Once outside, she made for the fence and freedom. "There would be no second chances if those machines came back on once the computers rebooted." though Barbara to herself as she made it to the fence and used the laser to make quick work of the chain links. "Best just to get out and leave this to Batman..." but with that though, she paused. This night had not gone quite as planned.
There's no way that The Riddler was working alone. This was no time to take a risk, given the state of her pants and pelvis. The ride home on her motorcycle would be bad enough. Best to just cut her loses and recover from this situation.
Back in the control room, Sandra had finally noticed the events that had occurred while her attention was focused on the saddle chair's diagnostics. Thankfully, both the chair and the video systems were not part of the battlezone robotic systems and were unaffected. Not that it did Sandra much good at this point. Batgirl had already made her way to the fence and was working to free herself from the factory compound. "Let her go" she thought to herself. The Riddler, seen still knocked out on the battlezone floor, had done his job.
"Now to plan our next meeting, my dear Batgirl. We'll have to do this again real soon!"
Afterthoughts:
I thought this storyline out in under an hour, outlined it in my head and began to pound keys for almost 20 hours over the past week to finish this draft. I'm not happy with the number of pages I took to make the transition from the first section of the story to this section, but I like to see some continuity in the stories I read.
There are two other outlines I have been rolling around in my head, neither having anything to do with mechanical devices or dildos. The next story will have some good old fashioned flesh on flesh sex, but it will be rather out of the ordinary. How would sex with Mr. Freeze be archived? Let me work on that for a bit.