Disclaimer
Barbara
Gordon/Batgirl, Commissioner Gordon, Batman, Robin, Poison Ivy, The Joker
and Harley Quinn are the copyright property of DC comics. This story is not
a challenge to the legal copyright of the owners. All other characters not
expressly owned by DC comics or Time/Warner are the creation of the
author.
This story
is created/adapted/modified without permission, either implied or
expressed.
This story
is a work of fiction. No money was paid for the creation of this story. It
is a fan fiction and not for resale or to be used on a website for
pay.
No characters
in this story are based on real people. Any resemblance to persons living
or dead is coincidental. All characters are over the legal age of consent.
The author does not support or promote such acts in
reality.
This is
an adult story. Children should not read this material.
Pole Position
by Max Hass
copyright Dec. 2004
Evening
was falling as Batgirl managed to enter the city limits once more. Her past
two days were a living hell and they had not ended yet. Poison Ivy had used
her as an experiment to test a radical 'therapy' on her. The resulting situation
had left Batgirl in a quite vulnerable state sexually. Unknown to her at
that moment, she was going to have to face this situation head
on.
As she
left the countryside where this cruel treatment occurred, Batgirl checked
for any communications from Batman or Robin. She found a message telling
her to meet them at the Batsignal on top of the downtown police station at
dusk. Batman wanted her there.
That was
all she could make of the message. She wished she could just go home. But
she knew that Batman was the most likely path to salvaging her current situation.
She hoped against hope that he could think of a real solution for what had
been done to her. So Batgirl rode straight onto her
meeting.
The tall
buildings of the city cast shadows as she sun slid from the sky. As Batgirl
rode her motorcycle down the side streets of Gotham, her body continued to
feel each and every bump and irregularity of the pavement. The nerves of
her abdomen signaled her groggy mind with signals she could not ignore. Her
ride back into the city had not been as fast as out. The sensations made
sure of that.
No matter
how often she tried to stop to relieve her condition, the state of arousal
Poison Ivy's combination of toxin and pollen oxidizer had placed her in would
not relent. And she didn't care to think of what all she had to endure to
mediate the more extreme and deadly side effects it could have had on her.
As she
reflected on the men she had to have oral sex with to obtain the simple proteins
and other compounds needed to suppress the toxic effect of the snake venom,
Batgirl pondered her thoughts on her ordeal. "Maybe cleaning my bathroom
floor with my tongue isn't as appealing as I thought after last night." She
had to push a great deal of her life aside to cope with the things that had
happened to her this week.
At last
Batgirl arrived at her familiar hiding spot where she could park her motorcycle
and make her way to the roof of the building via her bat grapple. Every physical
effort reminded her that she had no business out tonight. She should be under
medical supervision. But she had overriding faith in her mentor, her role
model. "If anyone can figure out what's happened to me, Batman
will."
The effort
to make her way to the meeting place on the roof renewed the demands in her
loins. "If I didn't know him as well as I do, I'd ask him to help me the
moment I speak to him, Robin be damned!" Could she dare think such things
now? The demands on her nerves from the fighting and torment had made such
an impression on her mind.
Arriving
on the roof near the Bat signal that her father used to summon the team of
heroes, Batgirl was shaken to her core. Was she late? What did Batman need
of her this time? Looking around, she found no sign of either of her partners
nor her father or any other officer from the force.
A sound
caught her ear. Turning again to the shadows, she walked off to the source.
Walking softly across the flat pea gravel roof, Batgirl cautiously made her
way to a small shed that allowed access to the roof from below. Seeing that
it was not the door making the noise, she continued around the structure
to see what was there.
Rounding
the corner of the roof access, Batgirl was now standing in shadows. Fifteen
feet in front of her, by the corner of the rooftop, stood the silhouette
she had longed to see. Seeing the shape of Batman standing so close to her
put her mind at ease. Every step that she took towards his figure standing
by the edge of the roof pained her. Between the fatigue and the demand on
her libido, she struggled to find words to explain to her mentor what had
happened to her.
He stood
with his back to her. This was not out of the norm for him. The crunch of
her feet on the fine, gritty surface of the roof betrayed her presence behind
his now towering form. Yet he did not flinch or turn to face her. Batgirl
wondered where Robin was. Had Batman sent him off to do something he wanted
her to do? Nothing she did broke whatever his attention was focused
on.
At last,
she could walk no further. She stood behind his massive caped back. Words
raced through Batgirl's mind, trying to find a logic and order to present
her situation. How could she tell him what had happened to her? Competing
with those attempts to form a logical explanation was that ever present reason
she was now so confused and distracted. "Best to start with the bad news"
she thought to herself at long last.
"Batman,
something happened to me." As she began to tell her tale, a figure appeared
on top of the roof access. Batgirl was lost in her private grief over the
things she had gone though that she failed to hear the minute noises. In
a flash, that form jumped from the top of the structure and landed behind
Batgirl, striking her in the back of her head.
Batgirl
looked up to see what appeared to be Robin standing over her. The shock of
the blow to her head blurred her vision, but she was certain that her partner
had done this to her. The shock also dulled her ability to respond to what
just happened.
Then she
heard a voice. "Hey Batgirl, bet ya didn't see that one coming!" As her eyes
began to focus and her mind processed the details, Batgirl finally recognized
the figure in Robin's uniform was that of Harley Quinn. "You!" Batgirl began
to exclaim. But before any other word could exit from her lips, another blow
was delivered to the back of her head while she focused on the ersatz Boy
Wonder. "Surprise, Batchick! Would you like three lumps with your coffee?
After all, you've already had two."
The second
blow to Batgirl's head had almost knocked her out, but she knew the sound
of that second voice and began to put the puzzle together as much as her
brain would allow at the moment. The Joker had gotten the jump on her in
the most sinister way he could: he had dressed as Batman and taken advantage
of her condition.
And her
situation was becoming far worse as the second ticked off. "Your face looks
as white as cream! That can't be healthy." The Joker pulled an object from
behind his back that was hidden under the cape he wore. Batgirl was staggering
under the stress, barely able to stand without a visible wobble in her knees.
Harley spun the heroine around to face her.
"So, ya
thought we were the dynamic dunderheads, did ya?" slapping Batgirl in the
jaw and knocking her to her knees. As the palms of Batgirl's gloves slapped
the roofing surface, Harley planted one of her feet on the top of her hands,
holding them in place.
"Well,
well, well! Looks as if our new play toy is running out of power. Let's get
her someplace where we can have more fun with her." While Harley continued
to hold Batgirl's hands down, The Joker thrust the pipe like object between
her arms. In moments, he managed to use a series of straps to lock the two
arms tightly in stasis. No amount of struggling would allow
movement.
"Now,
for the final touch!" Harley released her foot from Batgirl's hands and produced
a roll of duct tape, wrapping it around the exposed fingers of her hands.
"Let's see you get free from that!" Batgirl's mind was spinning. She barely
heard half the things these two villains said.
Looking
over their handiwork, The Joker finally commented "Ah, ah, ah! Can't let
you think that you'll have any hope of escape." He reached down and pulled
Batgirl up to expose her waist. "Harley, take her belt!" Smiling as she bent
down to unfasten the buckle, the phony 'boy wonder' looked at the condition
Batgirl was in. "Put the belt on, Harley. That should be a safe place for
it."
"I think
she's not gonna give us much trouble now, puddin." Joker visibly cringed
as the last word crossed her lips. "Now, now, Harley. Let's keep our eyes
on this prize! After all, she's going to make us very wealthy before the
night is over."
From a
building overlooking the roof of the police building, Sandra was watching
and listening to everything going on via her ever present video array. "That
idiot Joker had better not spoil this phase of the plan or I'll have to make
sure that his next visit to prison is a fatal one" she spoke softly to
herself.
Indeed,
between the power she had with her father's position in the legal system
and her own power now as a mastermind of the most devastating reality series
ever created, Sandra was a powerhouse in the criminal underworld. People
were paying millions for the DVDs of Batgirl's various combat mishaps now.
Every episode was anticipated as much as Christmas morning. And she had support
now that she could only dream of those first few times.
Back on
the roof, Joker had made use of the duct tape to secure Batgirl's legs together.
"There. You won't be hurting yourself as we depart this dreary locale. Time
to hit the street, Harley!" Tossing a rope over the side of the building,
Harley secured the one end to Batgirl's slender waist.
Bending
over to check on her condition, Harley looked over her captive's body. "Nice
tits. We'll have to give 'em a good goin' over when we get home." "Indeed
you shall!" added The Joker as he paused from his effort to rig a pulley.
"Oops, I almost forgot the final touch." As Harley finished with her work,
Joker bent down on one knee.
"I don't
want you hurting yourself or our chances of escape, so I'll have to make
sure you keep very still and quiet as we make our escape." He shoved a cotton
rag into her nose, the smell of chloroform wafting up her nostrils. "That's
a good little bat. Just keep breathing and you'll be all safe and
secure."
Once the
chloroform performed the task The Joker had charged it with, he stood up
from the rooftop and turned to his partner. "Ya know, puddin? I've never
seen you quite this happy as long as I've known ya." Looking at her face,
then down at Batgirl laying on the roof, he replied. "My war is with The
Bat, not with this poseur. After all, don't we deserve a small opportunity
to enjoy ourselves, especially when we're being paid so well for so little
real labor."
Harley
stared at their captive, now ready to be lowered to the street. "Yeah, I've
seen the videos of what she's been going through. It's a lot better than
those stupid reality shows on TV lately. And we'll be getting paid no matter
what happens. That's more than those chumps on that island will ever
get!"
"So true,
Harl! We'll make this bitch dance to our tune for the pleasure of the lady
with the cameras. And who knows? Maybe we'll top the ratings if we're lucky.
After all, we're more than ready for her. We are ready, aren't
we?"
A twinkle
shown in Harley's eyes. "She'll never know what hit her!"
Batgirl
could hear noises. Her eyes began to open. She found herself seated on a
stage. The surroundings were those of a small theater or club. The sounds
that had awoken her were still stirring around her. Her mind not quite able
to put the fine details together at the moment, she continued to scan with
her eyes to see what was going on.
There
were no figures seated in the audience in front of her. Slow to test her
environment, Batgirl now tried to move her arms. They were locked behind
her back. Moving her ankles provided her with more evidence that she was
secured to the stage for the moment. The sounds grew louder. "This should
be a fine performance. I hope you'll remember to keep the cameras on my good
side." She knew that voice. The Joker.
"Yeah,
make sure we all look our very best! I've been looking forward to this day
all my life. At last, I'll be a star!" Batgirl cringed when she heard that
voice. Harley Quinzel, Joker's partner in crime. And now she was in their
hands.
Now Batgirl
forced herself to recall every detail and determine what she has access to
in this situation. She remembered that Harley had taken her belt just before
Batma..., she meant Joker, had forced a rag full of chloroform in her face.
As she tried to struggle and think, her mind blurred to the point where she
almost forgot that other sensation deep in her thighs.
But it
was still there.
The low
burning sensation that would ebb and flow in her thoughts. The urge to cope
with the desire to extinguish that sensation demanded more and more of her
will.
"Well,
well, well. Here's our star. All ready for your spotlight, my dear Batgirl?"
The Joker was still dressed as Batman, Harley striding by his side in her
Robin costume and still wearing her utility belt. Craning her neck around
to get a better view of her surroundings, she now saw two brass poles of
the kind that strippers used standing on either side of her and just behind
where she was restrained on the floor.
"Ah, seeing
if our arrangements for your evening are to your satisfaction?" Kneeling
down to where Batgirl sat, Joker continued his monolog. "You should feel
honored with all the effort that has gone into this production. After all,
who else could warrant such attention? Speaking of honors, I'm honored to
take a small part in this magnificent event. You've captured the imagination
of our small community of criminals, Batgirl. I look forward to directing
this next
act."
Somewhere
in the back of Barbara's shattered mind, she desperately attempted to piece
together what was going on. The fact that every criminal in Gotham was having
their way with her was clear enough. But who was the ring leader? Who was
responsible? Who could manipulate minds as cruel and immoral as The Joker?
There was no reply, just the echos of the questions she continued to pose
in order to avert her mind from what was going to happen
next.
"Well,
time to start the show. Break a leg, my dear!" With a motion, wires began
to tug at Batgirl's arms. The Joker helped the restrained heroine to her
feet. The gag that had filed Batgirl's mouth made breathing very difficult
for her.
Seeing
the color of her face change with the blood rushing, Harley put her hand
under Batgirl's chin and lifted it. "You may be the star, but you're sharing
the stage. I'm going to make sure you're gonna do your best. After all, this
isn't a one woman show."
The spotlight
lit the bound heroine now. The heat of the light began to warm her face.
"Time to cue the chorus line! Dancers to the stage!" To Batgirl's horror,
a dozen men dressed as Batman and Robin strode onto the stage in front of
her and began to dance to a high paced techno dance beat.
"Like
the choreography so far?" asked Harley who had been dancing in tight circles
around the restrained Batgirl. Seeing that she was beginning to perspire
in the lights, Harley took the edge of her cape and mopped the beads of sweat.
"Now, now, can't have you looking anything less than your best. Dark stains
of moisture began to appear on the cloth of her uniform as
well.
While
the figure of Robin hovered over Batgirl's upright figure, Sandra was busy
in her off stage studio. Sitting in front of her monitors and laptop computer,
she could see every action transpiring on the stage. With a larger budget
and more time to plan out her campaign against the now helpless Batgirl,
Sandra was able to focus on every important detail.
Rei sat
in a chair nearby, watching her employer at work. She had been grateful for
the change in her job. The respect she had developed in her time with Sandra
was strong. With each and every turn of the plan against their target, they
approached their mutual goal of domination of her body and soul, all captured
on video for the world to see.
Back on
the stage, the choreography of the bat dancers had gone on for five minutes.
Even The Joker got into the act in his own twisted way. His vendetta against
Batman could wait for the moment. Given his ego and the chance to humiliate
his partner in crime fighting in front of a master video producer proved
too much of a temptation.
Batgirl's
arms had been pulled high over her head, being drawn by nearly invisible
wires. For the moment, her feet were held fast to the floor as Harley continued
to circle around her. Sliding in behind her back, Harley began to talk to
her prisoner again. "Aw, you're going to melt away at this rate." Unfastening
the cape from her neck, the rather feminine Robin character made one last
use of the cape to wipe the now constant sweat from her
face.
Looking
at Batgirl's clothes, The Joker mused "I guess she doesn't get as much of
a workout as her big, strong partners!" Pointing at the frenzy of phony Batmen
and Robins constantly dancing around her, he chided her. "I see you don't
believe in underarm deodorant, either." Every inch of her top was now saturated
with her perspiration.
"We can't
have this!" Harley, please help our star attraction with her wardrobe, will
you?" Waiting for this cue, Harley stood behind Batgirl's trapped body and
began to roll the top of her uniform up from her waist. "Remember, don't
damage the wardrobe! We don't have the budget to replace it, after all!"
he said with his callous smile in full bloom.
In moments,
Harley had rolled the damp top up over Batgirl's breasts, leaving the top
as a cloth donut around her neck. "Ooh, look at that sports bra she's wearing!
Mister J, can I have one, please?!" Looking over the ample bust line concealed
under the bra, he concluded after a few moments, "Sure, why not! Look what
you do for her utility belt!" Taking a small blade, Harley slipped the two
shoulder straps and unfastened the clasps of the soaked
bra.
"It's
time to shake things up out there." commented Sandra to her partner. "Are
you ready on the remote control?" Taking her seat in front of a monitor,
Rei signaled with a curt nod that she was ready. "Joker, are you ready for
stage two of the performance?" Rei spoke into a microphone that fed wireless
earphones hidden in every performer's costumes. Hearing his cue, he did a
spin in front of Batgirl's now half naked body.
"Nice
tits, toots!" But you've been a little too restrained, haven't you? Let's
see how you dance now!" Her feet began to move apart slowly at first.
"Interesting, isn't it? We've placed robotic tracking and electromagnets
under the dance floor. You'll be tripping the light fantastic, dear
girl."
"If you
thought you were sweating before, you should see yourself now!" cried Harley
as every pore on Batgirl's skin flooded with salty water. Her feet were pushed
up and pulled around as the hidden arms under the floor dragged each foot
where the remote control Rei handled like a video game console
pointed.
Rei also
was manipulating the length of the wires that restrained her wrists, giving
the illusion that Batgirl was dancing. As she struggled to follow what her
feet were doing, Batgirl had little time or energy to spare on tactics or
evaluation. Now she was running on nerves and instinct alone. No one was
coming to her rescue. In fact, each time her eyes beheld the many impostors
dancing around and performing actions even more sexually provocative, her
mind began to disconnect even further from logic.
Seeing
that Batgirl was beginning to tire, Sandra began the break between the second
and third acts. She didn't want her video star falling apart just yet. "Joker,
have your partner give Batgirl some Gatorade now while we set up for the
next scene. She's all shook up, but we'll lock her down for the moment to
play it safe."
The Joker
was quite pleased with what he had seen. The excitement of seeing the young
female crime fighter humbled on this killing floor was fulfilling his desires
for revenge against his mortal enemy, Batman. "Harl, check the air and fluids
on our guest, will you?" With that, Harley grabbed the bottle of the fluid
and opened it. "Guess you'll want to see that this isn't poison." She took
a long drink from the bottle to quench her own thirst, then pushed the
bottle
under
Batgirl's nose. "Go on, or you won't get anything until the next act is
over.
Logic
had long since faded from Batgirl's thinking. The urge that she had been
trying to ignore for hours had come back to overwhelm her intellect. Gulping
the sugar water from the squeeze bottle, she drank as much as her mouth would
hold. "Good girl. You'll do just fine if you do what you're
told."
Sandra
took advantage of the minutes between the action to go over the stage props
for the next act. "Remember, once Harley is done with her, you are to make
sure our starlet is secure on this." Sandra patted the top of an object that
looked like a steel sawhorse. Just remember the rehearsal and listen for
your cues. You'll all get your turn with her, so don't get greedy or hurt
her."
Harley
was talking with The Joker in the meanwhile. "Mista J, this is the happiest
day of my life! Just think. In a couple of minutes, I'll be sticking it to
that little Bat buttinsky. And we'll be famous just like all those others
who had their way with her.
"Dear
Harley, unlike many of those others, we're going to make her pay for every
one of us she's sent to prison. And by the time this is all over, she'll
be needing a room at the asylum, if I'm any judge of character." As he finished
his last words, Sandra's voice filled their ears with the call to the next
act. "Break a leg, Harl!"
The time
that Batgirl had to rest was painfully short. Her instincts were all that
were left to her and they were telling her that this was a no win situation
without a miracle. She had to hold out hope for that miracle. But how and
when that would happen was unthinkable as what was going to happen to her
next.
A new
song came through the house public address system, a song more in tune with
a strip club. Slow and heavy with bass with a beat that felt like a heartbeat.
Two of the male dancers began to work the brass poles. Hugging and embracing
the objects as if they were lovers. The tension of the wires and the magnets
that held Batgirl in place remained in place as Harley, still dressed as
Robin, approached the hostage heroine.
"Shall
we get to know each other better, Batgirl?" Stopping in front of her, Harley
reached down and unfastened the real utility belt from her waist. "Can't
have you getting your hands on this, can we?" Strolling by and behind the
straining body of their prisoner, Harley stopped by Batgirl's cape, left
on the floor where she had dropped it. "Ya know, I've always wondered about
you, Batgirl. Ya think you've gone through the ringer so far? You ain't seen
nothing
yet!"
The ersatz Robin pressed her breasts against Batgirl's back and reached around
to fondle her exposed nipples, perspiring in the
spotlight.
The male
dancers continued their routine as Batgirl was being ravished. After a few
minutes of breast massage, Harley slowly rubbed Batgirl's stomach in a circular
patter. Using her hips, she pushed Batgirl's ass back and forth, giving the
illusion that she was moving as well.
Sandra
found this quite delightful. "That blond has talent. Pity she's dumb as a
stone" she thought to herself. "Rei, watch for Harley to pull Batgirl's pants
down around her calfs. I want her legs spread as wide as the pants will allow
without tearing them." Rei nodded and continued to monitor the screen, waiting
for her cue.
"Ya know
what, Batgirl? I wanna see if you wear boxers or briefs. Let's see, hmm?"
The free hand Harley was using to rub Batgirl's stomach now slid under the
hem of the sweat soaked pants. "Let's see what ya got!" Pushing the front
of her pants down her hips, Harley exposed the thong that barely covered
Batgirl's sex. "Oh my, Mista J! Look what we got here!" The Joker had been
standing off camera, taking a break and watching the humiliation of Batgirl
while having a cool drink.
The Joker
simply smiled and waved his upraised hand in approval, beaconing his partner
to carry on. And carry on she did. Taking the hand she had kept on Batgirl's
breast all the while now slid down to help with the task of exposing Batgirl's
hips for the camera. As slowly as she could, Harley tugged and pulled on
the damp cloth, trying to prolong the performance for the cameras in front
of her.
As Harley
pushed the top of Batgirl's pants down over her upper legs, Rei activated
the foot control and slowly forced her feet apart, exposing a slight gap
between Batgirl's thighs. "That's what I wanted to see. Look at
her!"
Once Batgirl
was fully distressed by Harley's actions, Joker walked back onto the stage
with a number of coils of rope. Various sizes and textures of rope were placed
on the floor by the other objects removed from their prisoner's body. "What
a body of work! Look at that definition! Muscles almost perfected! You're
quite a piece of work, girl! Harley, please give our guest star the kind
of attention she deserves!"
With that
request, Harley shoved her fingers into the rope holding the front of the
thong and began to slowly pull on it, tightening the triangular cloth covering
her pubic mond. "Let's see just how much this will stretch, shall we?" mused
Harley as she increased the tension on the thong.
Sandra
was ecstatic with the improved quality of the video she was seeing now that
the lighting was fully under her control. With the money she had made from
the countless sales of Batgirl in peril videos, Sandra had invested money
into the newest digital video cameras. This would be the first HD project
she would produce and it was paying off big.
While
the cameras were concentrating on close ups of Batgirl's body, the dancing
Batmen were excused to prepare for their next act. The Joker and his partner
continued to tug on the helpless heroine's undergarment without mercy. "I'm
glad that Batgirl doesn't have any personal space issues. We wouldn't be
able to have as much fun as we've been having if she didn't get along well
with others" quipped The Joker to the camera.
The wedge
of cloth was cutting deep into the fold that defined Batgirl's sex. This
constant pressure to her clitoris triggered the sensation that she had tried
to ignore for so long now. She was aroused. Any thought of decency had long
since faded. All she wanted now was to relieve that sensation once and for
all.
Minutes
of torture continued as the thong cut deeper and deeper into the pubic mond,
until at last, the seam that held the support snapped and the damp cloth
slid from her crotch. The pubic hair was matted and soaked with the sweat
of her abdomen. "Well, I wonder what this will bring at auction? said Harley
as she examined the remains of the thong, dropping it on the floor with all
the other items removed from their hostage.
"Time's
a wastin, girl! Time to hogtie this little filly for the next part of the
show!" exclaimed Joker as he knelt down to select the first rope to bind
Batgirl. Rei looked on over Sandra's shoulder at the monitors as the two
criminals began their sadistic task. Knots formed as each strand of rope
passed through the skilled hands manipulating the instrument of
restraint.
"They
seem to be abiding by your orders, Sandra." "They know better, my dear associate.
They see the writing on the wall with each passing chapter of my triumph
over this 'heroine' mused Sandra out loud. She had been viewing her plans
for Batgirl as part of a much larger goal: to dominate the criminal underworld
her father had spent much of his life trying to
eliminate.
Thinking
of her years as a child watching her parents investing their time and energies
in their jobs, Sandra recalled the moment that everything changed in her
life. But in a flash, she was back in the moment, focused on the task in
front of her. "Batgirl will be mine very shortly. There will be time later
to enjoy the fruits of this labor."
It took
Harley and Joker almost a half hour to finish binding Batgirl's standing
figure with the variety of ropes, twines and a few ribbons for decoration.
From her neck, surrounded with bands of thick rope intended to hold her head
erect, to the elaborate array of knots and coils crossing her exposed breasts,
down to her crotch with a pair of lines of twine to arouse her sex with every
movement, Batgirl was now restrained fully.
"Hold
all of Batgirl's calls! She's all tied up at the moment" announced The Joker
as he and Harley stood back to give the cameras a clear and unobstructed
view of their handiwork. "I think we've given her enough rope to hang herself
with! quipped Harley in reply. "Oh, who will save our heroic figure now?"
cried Joker, feigning concern.
"Time
to cue the props for the next part of the segment" spoke Sandra into the
microphone hanging from her headset. "Joker, if you please, have some fun
with Batgirl while the 'sawhorse' is brought out."
"I think
our special guest must be under a bit of strain after all this attention!
It is our duty as hosts here to provide our star a seat of honor suiting
her position." As The Joker made this announcement, the 'sawhorse' was rolled
out behind Batgirl's roped and restrained body.
Moving
closer so only Batgirl could hear his voice, he added "I wish I had time
to give you a moment to speak. But I'm afraid that you would try and disarm
our audience with a out of context plea." Looking into her eyes, he continued,
"Don't take this personally, Bats, but you're not what I'm looking for. My
grudge is with Batman. Humiliating you is just icing on my
cake."
"Get ready
for me to raise her off the floor after Harley is done with her in the next
segment" spoke Sandra for all to hear as she cued Rei to activate the remote
control and place Batgirl on the 'chair' that Joker had alluded to in his
monolog.
"This
is perfect!" Sandra thought to herself. Batgirl has been fully disarmed in
every way. Without her voice, she had no means to manipulate those around
her. "Those dreary dialogs always lead to some slip up on the part of the
criminal. Anyway, the totality of the bondage she's being exposed to in concert
with the aftereffects of the 'treatment' that Poison Ivy gave her will keep
her busy for days."
Batgirl
was beyond caring about what was going on around her. The amount of stress
on her body and mind had melted what little was left of her intellect. The
fatigue had been replaced with the constant arousal from her between her
thighs. No words could encompass the power of that urge. The effect of being
restrained in coils of rope only increased the input from her nerve endings.
Her exposed skin was now fully synched with the input from deep in her
sex.
"And now,
a word from one of our many sponsors. Robin, if you please!" chortled a gleeful
Joker. "Ahem" spoke Harley as she strode forward to take the stage in front
of their prisoner. "Girls, ya ever have that tight, dry feeling down there
when you just want to cut loose?"
Holding
up a plastic bottle and a vaginal douche nozzle, Harley continued "Well,
I find that this product works wonders for me! K-Y Vaginal fluid replaces
the natural lubrication that a hard day can take away." Fixing the nozzle
to the bottle, Harley turned and walked up to the restrained heroine. "Watch
as I demonstrate on our special guest."
Harley
pulled the pre-lubricated cap from the nozzle with a twist. "You'll want
to make sure the tip is fully covered with the jell. You don't want to cause
your vagina any unwanted damage just as you're getting ready for a fun evening."
Pushing the two knotted ropes aside from Batgirl's pubic mound, Harley knelt
and began to part the flesh to expose the barrel of her
vagina.
"See how
easy the tip goes in?" The cameras mounted to the waiting sawhorse behind
her as well as the hidden lenses concealed in the floor had a clear view
of the action. Sandra could see four angles displayed on her monitors. She
thought that she could see some fluids seeping from the vagina as Harley
slowly pushed the object further inside. "Harley, be sure to take your time
with the applicator. Give her every last drop" Sandra ordered through her
microphone.
Not wanting
to lose her place on stage anytime soon, Harley relished her time in the
spotlight. After all, she was having a blast making sure Batgirl was going
to have no chance of resisting what was about to happen to her. She squeezed
and twisted the bottle, making sure her prisoner felt each and every ounce
of fluid flushing the barrel of her vagina. Mixing with the fluids that had
already began to flow from the tissue of her body, a slight flow began to
exit back down the applicator and over the bottle.
"Ah, another
satisfied customer!" exclaimed the costumed caricature with the discovery
of this flowing liquid. "The lubricant will last for hours, no matter what
you put in there. Take it from me, you'll be happy you took the time." Harley
finished with a leap to her feet and bowing to the cameras. "Thank you, thank
you!"
Joker
walked back into the scene to reclaim the center of attention. Thank you
for that hearty endorsement. I'm sure our guest will have a much more enjoyable
experience now that she's been given the star treatment." Back in the video
control room, Sandra turned to Rei and gave her the cue as she spoke more
orders into her microphone. Batgirl's feet were released from the magnetic
fields
holding
them to the floor.
Her legs
began to close due to the tension of her tight pants, rolled
down
The two
criminals hoisted the bound figure just high enough for the wedge end
of
"Rei,
activate the magnetic clamps on the sawhorse and secure her legs" ordered
Sandra. "Let's see her deal with this!" Rei made sure the upper torso of
their prisoner was still held upright while the adjustments to her leg restraints
were made by the two villains on stage. On. ce the helpless heroine was secured,
Harley walked off to grab another bottle of Gatoraide "Can't let her dry
out now that the real fun is about to begin."
The Joker
continued to amuse the dancers with a snappy monolog at Batgirl's expense.
"Say, I'll bet you all are wondering what this is all about. Well, let me
tell you that I never expected to be hosting a special about our little Batgirl.
Think about that name, Batgirl. Did this girl think she could better us at
our game? Would we be so frightened of a pixy who couldn't even defend
herself?"
Through
the fog of everything that was happening to her, Batgirl could make out what
The Joker was saying. In her heart, she believed the facts despite the source
of the criticism. Who was she to bluff her way into this
fight?
"My fight
is with her master, not his servants. In fact, I'm enjoying the chance to
make our guest comfortable with her new role. Perhaps a new name might go
well with the change in her role?" The Joker pondered that though for a moment.
Then he exclaimed "How about something that will remind her of the new station
in life she holds? How about Cowgirl? After all, many of us have called her
a cow in private, haven't we?"
"And the
role fits her so well..." he continued as he strode around her heavily restrained
form. Grabbing one of her exposed breasts from between the coarsely coiled
rope that now covered much of her abdomen, he continued "Here we have as
fine an example of a tit as I've seen in a long time. I'm sure you would
like to milk this fine specimen, wouldn't you?"
Batgirl
could feel the nerves of her body replying to his warm hand. But not as she
would have wished. Her face began to blush for all to see. Sandra was able
to catch that subtle event with her various camera positions along with a
close up of Joker's gloved hand slowly squeezing and tugging on the naked
breast.
"Yes,
Cowgirl is a fine title for this former crime fighter. But wait! What about
her partner in crime fighting? Where oh where can Batman be?" With that cue,
the Batman dancers retook the stage, marching to a new song that was being
piped into the room. "Look what we have here! An army of caped crime fighting
might! Who knows. Maybe one of them is the real Batman, just waiting for
the chance to get the drop on us!" he confided to his
prisoner.
"But first,
let's give our heroes a better reason to free this poor heroine from her
bondage. Start her up, boys!" With that command, Rei activated a new series
of commands from her remote control. The sawhorse began to slowly and softly
rise and fall. This action forced the triangular bar that Batgirl sat on
to stimulate her pubic mound and her anus.
"Look
at her go, boys! She's one sexy calf!" Rei released some of the tension from
the wires holding Batgirl's arms over her head, but only enough to keep from
pulling the balls of her arms joints from her shoulders. The phony heroes
watched on as Batgirl's lithe form rocked and rolled on the sexual torture
rack in front of them.
Inside
her vagina, the liquid that Harley had injected had mixed with the fluids
Batgirl's body was now expelling in response to the onslaught of constant
sexual stimulation. Nothing could mask the nerve endings nor the signals
they were sending. The 'treatment' Poison Ivy had treated her to days before
made sure of that.
Sandra
could see the look in Batgirl's eyes she had been waiting for. "Let it take
as long as it needs to. She's going to cum and I'm going to enjoy every second
it takes to make that happen!" Rei had also developed a curious attitude
about this ongoing onslaught against this once formidable heroine. Where
once Rei would have cherished the opportunity to join Batgirl in combat,
she now felt a deep desire to see exactly what Sandra's plan would do to
this former warrior.
Almost
fifteen minutes of this bucking had passed when Batgirl's body finally resolved
to orgasm. An explosion of fluids ran down the sides of the angled beam she
rode. "Look here! She's enjoying our company!"
chortled Harley at the discovery
of Batgirl's first orgasm. "She's just about ready for another one, if I'm
not mistaken!" And as luck would have it, Batgirl began to buck and rub in
reply to the sensation her crotch was feeling.
Harley
looked on as their hostage bucked and rocked on the device. The dancers had
begun another more intimate routine in close proximity to the spotlight lit
action. They circled as if they were wild men in the jungle. The dance was
more sexually inspired, with a fair amount of gyration of hips and pelvic
thrusts. "Now that's what I call 'dirty dancing'" exclaimed The Joker as
Batgirl helplessly orgasmed again.
"It's
time to bring her to her knees. Cue the dancers for their climax. Joker,
make sure Harley takes care of our little starlet as the 'batmen' have their
turns with Batgirl." With a slight nod of his head to the cameras, Joker
waited for the music to segue to the next song. Then the fun would really
start.
"Our poor
heroine looks as if she needs a hero! Who will help our victim?" The assembled
faux Batmen stepped into the background from behind the now still frame that
restrained the half naked and perspiring woman. "Let's try and make her a
little comfortable while her savior makes his way here." Rei acted on Joker's
cue and lowered the wires that held Batgirl's arms over her head, allowing
her to slump from the fatigue. Racked by the orgasms, she didn't make much
effort to right her upper body when the tension was
released.
Joker
and Harley took advantage of this condition and took her arms. Pulling her
upper body forward over the padded section of the sawhorse, they removed
the wires and secured her arms to the front legs of the
device.
"Ready
the cameras for the final act! This will be the money shot. All the foreplay
is just cream for the coffee. Let's see if these men can teach Batgirl about
sex, shall we?" finished Sandra to herself as she approved each new angle
and framing for the climax of her current video.
The power
of the orgasms had racked what was left of Batgirl's libido. The sawhorse
was insistent and unrelenting. All she was able to do now was focus on the
amount of air she took in with her nostrils. The endless time she had been
gagged had denied her the luxury of oxygen. The overwhelming power of the
orgasms driven by the 'treatment' she had been subjected to were unlike anything
she had ever felt.
"This
woman needs a hero! Who will save her from this cruel device?" cried Harley
to the assembled Batmen. "Let's let her see who will be first." One of the
faux heroes strode forward and in front of Batgirl's head, now turned towards
where the 'audience' would be seated in the club.
One of
her eyes cracked open to behold the masculine hips clothed in the familiar
colors. She could see his hands fall to the crotch of his uniform. With a
tug, the cloth fell away from his legs, exposing his erection for her to
see. Striding from where she could see him, the first faux Batman approached
her still restrained hips, open to his pleasures.
A watery
flow had soaked the pubic hair and skin around Batgirl's sex. The lubricant
Harley had inserted into her vagina conspired with her own fluids and stimulation
to betray what little of her mind that remained. The cameras made a clear
transcription of the physical state their prisoner was
in.
The monitors
were filled with various angles and framing of the bound body on the stage,
along with the action of the other actors who carried on with their roles,
choreographed by Sandra's direction. The remaining 'Batmen' resumed their
pelvic gyrations in a circle around the helpless figure as the first costumed
poser approached his target.
"Take
her gently at first. Don't damage her or I'll let Joker set your punishment
for spoiling this event" cautioned Sandra to the earpiece of the first rapist.
Following his instructions to the letter (more for his own selfish goals
than anything else) the first Batman straddled up to the hips of the restrained
heroine and slowly began to rub the tip of his penis up and
down
through
the fluids clinging to her crotch.
Batgirl
could not put two plus two together at that point, but her body was not going
to reply to the input it was exposed to with anything other than full compliance
to the stimulation her nerves were feeling. All she could do was breath.
Her body was betraying everything now as the flow of liquids from her vagina
increased under the stroking her skin felt. The textures of the various ropes
rubbing against her skin added to the nervous input as
well.
Harley
moved to the back side of the sawhorse and used her right hand to begin to
tug gently on Batgirl's right breast, dangling beside the steel support.
"Puddin was right. You really should be called 'Cowgirl' now, given the state
you're in." And she was not far off the mark, given that the stimulation
of her breast triggered another wave of nerve impulses that only made her
sexual state more amplified.
Using
the very end of his erection, the first faux caped crusader made his selection.
Rocking the flesh of the labia from side to side, he exposed the damp skin
of the vagina. With a short thrust, he inserted the tip of his penis just
inside the mouth and held it there.
Sandra
had gone to great lengths to brief the men The Joker had assembled to perform
this act on Batgirl. Each had a special task. And she had full control over
every aspect and watched with approval while her plans were fulfilled. "You're
doing great. Kindly take your time with her. You'll have plenty of time to
enjoy yourself."
Hearing
the approval of the director, this first man just worked on the mouth of
the heroine's damp and well lubricated vagina. Taking care to rock the clitoris
with an upward movement of his hips, the henchman took care to prolong the
event.
After
15 minutes of this mild arousal, the first henchman removed the tip from
her. A quick brush of his foreskin against her enlarged clitoris sent a shudder
through her body. Stepping away, Joker began his monolog again. "Well, he
must have made some impression. Look at our special guest blush!" And the
cameras captured the very obvious redness on Batgirl's cheeks below the edge
of her sweat soaked mask.
"Time
to see if we have another hero to save our heroine. Who's next?" he asked
as the second costumed henchman strode up. Rei adjusted the height of the
bondage rig to accommodate for his height. Sandra didn't want the various
men's height to spoil her planned rampage, so the sawhorse would rise or
fall to provide easy access for the men.
Harley
had grown tired of tugging and squeezing Batgirl's breast and walked offstage
to relax. Her role was left undefined for this very reason, so Sandra continued
to focus on Batgirl's hips and crotch while the second henchman moved in
close and continued where the first man left off.
With no
resistance to speak of, the tip of his penis slid into Batgirl a little further.
A flood of fluids slid around between the vagina and the object that entered.
He used the same timing and motions the first man had to arouse the nerves
of the clitoris and barrel of the vagina.
And like
the first man, he removed it with a brush against her clitoris without coming
inside her after his 15 minutes. As he strode away, Harley returned to the
stage with another vaginal douche bottle to insure that their victim would
be unable to resist the constant increase to the energy being expended on
Batgirl's sex.
This cycle
continued for hours. Each man slid his penis deeper and deeper into her sex
as the time passed along. None of these men would cum in her at this point,
by orders of their employer. They all came from the 'adult entertainment'
industry, so they had experience at this sort of thing. Batgirl's body had
never experienced anything so profoundly stimulating, despite the lack of
her conscious mind to assimilate the sensations.
Sandra
was more pleased with this than with any of the other plots she had carried
out over the past year. Batgirl's body was doing everything she had hoped
for and more. Her only concern was with the state of her mind. There would
be no way to test her responses until she was broken physically. And she
only had one more 'project' scheduled before the series would be over. Then
she would have to face her.
As the
night continued, Batgirl remained in a coma like state. Her body responded
to the input and stimulus as her captors looked on, each move of her body
recorded for posterity and profit. Fatigue was ignored in the hopes of making
the overwhelming nature of this encounter a breaking point in her
life.
The final
man was just finishing his turn as Joker came back to center stage and looked
over their prisoner. "You know, I think our little bat could use a change
of pace. What do you think?" he posed out loud for both the henchmen and
Sandra. Still sitting at her director's station, she gave her blessing for
the final act to be concluded. Nodding to Rei, Batgirl's shackled form was
released from the sawhore.
Held from
falling over by Joker and Harley, her roped body was pulled back to a standing
position while two of the 'batmen' pulled the prop out of the spotlight.
Batgirl's body was limp after the workout the henchmen had leveled against
her. Following the instructions they heard in their earbuds, the two let
her feet fully touch the floor. "Don't bind her arms for now. Just let them
hang loose. I doubt that she'll be in any shape to use them" commented Rei
as they carried out the orders from the control room.
Looking
her condition over and waiting for Sandra's prompt, Joker spoke "You know,
I think Batgirl is ready for a snack. Boys, let's make Batgirl a sandwich!"
The first two henchmen came forward and positioned themselves in front and
behind her staggering form, still held by her arms by Harley and The
Joker.
Batgirl's
form was first pushed against the man behind her, who then took over by holding
her up by the ropes laced tightly over her upper body. The man in front moved
in almost at once and stroked his erection down her stomach towards her hips.
As this happened, the man behind lifted her hips so the penis of his partner
in front would find its way to the labia.
Over the
earpiece, The Joker heard further instructions from his partner in crime.
"Oh fellows, one moment please." He leaned back in on Sandra's order to remove
the gag from Batgirl's mouth. "Can't have you dying on us tonight, my dear
girl." Harley, who had also been given orders, came back on stage with another
bottle of sports drink to re-hydrate their captive before these men rocked
her world.
As the
last drops slowly fell into the open mouth, only a faint gasp came from Batgirl's
parched throat. With no signs of gagging or choking, the two were satisfied
that their prisoner would live through the ride these two men were about
to give the helpless heroine.
The two
professional 'actors' stood their positions for the few moments it took to
ready their costar. Once Joker and Harley backed away, the faux Batman in
front uplifted Batgirl's hips onto his, then lifted her ass high enough so
that the other Batman could place his erection between her buttocks. "That's
going to be a fine hot dog!" quipped Harley in approval, seeing the two towering
figures beginning to plow her sex in earnest.
Air began
to flow into Batgirl's throat once her body coped with the cold fluids her
captor poured into her mouth. The educated guess made by Sandra about her
current state was well within their control. The most important goal beyond
capturing Batgirl's every gasp and moan now was that she must survive to
the end. Every effort would be made to keep this prize in one
piece.
Grinding
and pushing their hips in unison, the two 'batmen' were having their way
with the figure they held between them like a doll. They could hear her gasp
and moan as she was rocked up and down. The blush that had formed on her
cheeks had not diminished, but grew more intense with the passing
minutes.
Rei was
almost fixated on the skin of Batgirl's exposed face. "What can she be feeling?"
she thought to herself as she watched each up and down motion the two powerful
men were treating her to. "How long can she last?" she wondered as she turned
to look at Sandra, hunched over her own video console.
Everyone
watched as the heroine's body was lifted up and down, taking the impact of
the two penises resting deep inside her. The only sign of response from Batgirl
was the increase in the pace of her breathing, a sign of another orgasm in
the making. "You have to wonder what's going on in her mind" mused Harley
as she stared at this performance. "What's she thinking?"
Joker
pondered the nature of Harley's question. "Given what Poison Ivy did to her
with the concoction she treated her with, who knows if she's thinking at
all? If what our employer in the booth told us is true, there isn't a whole
lot of anything going on behind her mask other than what's happening to her
nerves in response to what those men are doing to her." Pausing for a moment,
he chuckles and continued "I can't wait to see what comes of this
crimefighter
has-been
over the next few hours."
Sandra
was wondering as well what would come of this particular challenge to Batgirl's
mind. Would the constant input of sexual stimulation break the mind and spirit
of this young woman? "Even if all of these assaults fail to break Batgirl,
the video sales will more than make up for the costs involved" she concluded.
Life held no guarantees.
What was
happening in the fever racked mind of the helpless amateur detective was
very little. A small part of Barbara's childhood memory flashed in and out
of her awareness. Visions of her parents in better times. A memory of his
smiling face. Then, the intrusion of images forced on her mind as her eyes
fed her brain the image of Batman holding her constrained body up, filling
her vagina with his manhood. Any sense of logic was lost in that shocking
series of thoughts. "Was this really Batman?" the voice of her younger self
whispered.
Traces
of blood began to stain the ropes wrapped around Batgirl's body as they cut
the surface of her exposed skin. The friction of every movement had taken
a toll by abrading some of the flesh. Sweat blended with the blood and dropped
to the floor as the two men finally motioned to one another that an orgasm
would be a good idea. The pace increased, bucking the helpless figure over
and over again until her body surrendered again with a flood of her fluids,
flooding over the erection probing her sex.
Despite
the ring of rope that held Batgirl's neck up, her head rocked back and forth
in response to the insistent urges fed to her mind. The blush finally began
to fade for the moment, the nerves to her brain interrupted with the shift
in her body.
"All right,
send in the next two performers to carry on with the action!" came the order
from Sandra. "I want Batgirl's body full of sperm before this day is over."
On stage, the first two performers had only to wait a moment for the next
two to enter, grasp the ropes and shift the waiting body to their hips to
continue the sexual assault on their captive.
The 'actors'
Sandra had selected for this project had to meet some specific criteria.
The height of each man had to be within an inch of the best guess they had
for the real Batman. The costumes were fairly easy, given the observations
given by the various criminals. The greatest care was given to each mask,
to make sure that Batgirl would not be able to see through what was happening
to her, should her mind still be able to think logically after this much
abuse.
Given
the calculations and care given to this effort, Batgirl would be in no position
to put up a fight after this particular round. Sandra was sure that her goal
was in reach. And she was sure that in a few short days that Batgirl would
become her own personal toy. Willingly or not, Batgirl would be
broken.
Rocking
and bouncing once again, Batgirl's body began the short journey to the next
orgasm. Her body found the rhythm and flowed with it, her nerves feeding
the constant flood of input to all portions of her mind. The power of the
compounds still flowing through her blood amplifying each sensation and feeding
back on the organs being stimulated overwhelmed the mind of the now helpless
woman.
What Sandra
and her conspirators had no way of knowing was exactly how effective the
treatment Batgirl was receiving was working. No one save Batgirl could explain
the overwhelming effect of the constant sexual stimulation and the emotional
impact of seeing what appeared to be Batman performing this act on her. A
tiny fragment of her mind was responding in the flood of the sensations.
This fragment would be the portion of her mind that would process and rationalize
what her body was going through.
Time passed
as each team of actors passed Batgirl's body along, leaving a trail of sensations
and body fluids tainted with blood from the abrasions of her skin. Every
pair of eyes beheld a woman pushed and prodded into orgasm after orgasm.
The Joker and his partner in crime went from excitement to a perverse sense
of satisfaction, knowing that their former foe was now a broken sex addict,
taking every thrust and grind their faux heroes used on her
body.
Even Sandra
had succumb to the power of this challenge. While she had full confidence
in what Poison Ivy had described in cold and clinical detail when this was
planned, the success of the realization of her domination over Batgirl could
not be explained away in the light of this realization. In a few short days,
this young woman would be a sex addict, a heroine no
longer.
At long
last, the final pair of "Batmen" climaxed deep inside the tired body of Batgirl.
Her nerves responded with a weak yet profound orgasm that pushed the fluids
already in her anus and vagina out in a flood, joining what fluids were already
on the stage floor beneath her. The two actors were instructed to gently
set the tired figure down on her feet and watch for her
reaction.
Batgirl's
mind had almost forgotten the sensation of gravity under her feet as she
was allowed to place her boots on the wet stage floor. The state the performance
left her in overwhelmed all thoughts. Her physique had barely survived: any
lesser physical condition would have been so abused that the victim would
most likely have suffered a stroke. Yet the autonomic function of her nervous
system did try to compensate for the most simple of physical
actions.
Rei and
Sandra stood observing as the figure on the monitors in front of them staggered
and struggled to maintain an equilibrium, trying to stand after what the
men she had hired had done to her over the long hours they had watched. After
long seconds passed, Batgirl's struggle came to an end, her knees finally
caving in beneath her overworked hips. Rushing forward, Harley and Joker
grabbed her arms, towering over the helpless figure.
Watching
the villains holding the worn out body between them, Rei asked her employer
a rather odd question. "So, is this where The Joker has his way with Batgirl?"
Sandra took a long pause to consider what to tell this girl about what she
knew. "Joker isn't going to do anything with Batgirl other than what I ask
of him. Anyway, it's not like he could 'have his way' with her after what
happened to him years ago."
"You see
that his skin isn't the same as ours? He took a 'swim' in a tank of toxic
chemicals that mutated his body. Part of that mutation shrunk his testicles
to the size of raisins, leaving him about as potent as a Nevada boxing
commissioner." Rei remembered that punch line from an episode of The Simpsons,
but it took a little longer for her to process the personal impact that must
have had on The Joker. But she quickly pushed the imagery out of her
mind,
focusing
again on her role as security officer.
A large
van pulled into the alley behind the building where these events were occurring.
The moment the van came to a stop, the back doors opened and a hospital gurney
was removed by two uniformed men. A third figure strode from the vehicle
as the two men rolled the gurney to the large door at the back of the
building.
"Just
in time!" sighed Sandra as she viewed the arrival of the van and the occupants.
Rei, let Joker know he has three minutes to wrap up his fun with Batgirl.
We have a schedule to keep." and with that, she stood to walk to the door
and let the trio in for their pickup.
Batgirl
was tired. Every orgasm had been an overwhelming success. And every orgasm
had cost Batgirl any chance of overcoming this downward turn in her battles
against her enemy. But such thoughts were far too high an order for what
was left of her mind to cope with. All she would feel for months now would
be the sensory inputs from every nerve in her sexual being. The eight thousand
nerves in her clitoris would resound every time it moved.
The tidal
wave of orgasms had held Batgirl's mind and body afloat for days and had
no intent of releasing her any time soon. Each and every encounter had made
sure of that. And Sandra was fully aware of what would happen if she left
Batgirl alone or unstimulated for any length of time. She would not let that
happen. Not now.
In the
control room, Sandra was beside herself knowing her long march with Batgirl
was coming to the final stages. Her command over the criminal element in
Gotham would be tested to the maximum in the next day. Every string she had
to pull was pulled to make her final video production possible. The location
had to be perfect to create her masterwork.
Sandra
now turned to address the people who had arrived. "Batgirl is being cleaned
up for transport. I'll be going along with you to deliver her to the next
set. I expect this will be the ultimate conclusion to my project with her."
What she didn't say in the presence of her audience was that she would also
be moving into her new position in her father's office where she would oversee
her new criminal kingdom. She would not have time to use her prey as she
had in the past. Sandra had other plans for Batgirl.
"Now,
if The Joker has finished, let's get this show on the road. Batgirl's condition
must be maintained if she is to face the final challenge. She is going to
cum until I say she's done and not one second sooner.
The three
people she addressed listened with interest. One in particular began to cringe
inside. She had never had to deal with such a vile master such as Sandra,
but her own fortunes had turned downward thanks to Batman. Now she had to
swallow her pride and obey this cruel woman.
Flanked
on both sides by uniformed security guards from the mental hospital for the
criminally insane, Catwoman did her best to mask her fears of this new threat
to her freedom.
"If she
can do this to Batgirl under Batman's nose, what hope do I have if I want
to continue my own career?" she continued to ask as she marched off to collect
her prisoner for transport.
End
Notes
It took
a very long time to plot out the final chapters to my satisfaction. I didn't
have an ending in mind when I began this years ago. Only a rough idea of
how the series would conclude running circles around my mind. Then a scene
finally came to mind that helped form the plot points leading to
it.
As in
the past, I don't plan to kill any of the key characters. That would be
pointless. It's been done anyway. Oh, and there will be one little twist
in store. While I've hinted at the source of power that Sandra commands,
I've not explained the back story of that. This will be explained in the
final two chapters. You will know Sandra's last name
shortly.
The next
chapter will be the hardest to write. I have begun to lose interest in graphic
violence and psychological torment for now. Let's just hope I can find enough
interest to pull the final chapters off!