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Room with a View

by Max Hass

How does one fathom the dimension of time when one has no reference to where time ended? In her past, this would have been a thought that either Barbara Gordon or Batgirl would never have considered. After all, she was barely an adult and far from having to worry about time. In reality, Barbara Gordon's mind was a shell of what it had been days before. Even defining words was a task beyond her at the moment. All she had was the constant feed of nerve impulses

that drove her existence on.

This day, time had been pulled from under her feet by a plot so overwhelming that thoughts of anything other than her next breath had no meaning. Her mind had been hijacked by an onslaught of events that reduced her to little more than a body without a mind.

Driving through the back roads towards Arkham in an official transport truck used for moving the most dangerous criminals, Batgirl was her self a prisoner in the hands of one of Batman's most interesting opponents: Selina Kyle. As Catwoman, Selina was a force of nature. Her crusade against companies that ruined the environment was funded by her series of high profile robberies in Gotham City. Her taste for jewelry was legendary. Only Batman had been able to

keep her in check.

"This will not be one of my best moments" thought Catwoman to herself. Thanks to the limits that Batman has imposed on her campaign funding and a finite number of illegal caches of stolen goods for her to plunder, she found herself in need of funding to carry on her work. "Means to an end..." she mused while looking at the state her prisoner was in.

Catwoman wanted little to do with the plot as it was explained to her. It was distasteful, to put it mildly. But the chance to make a million dollars and watch as one of Batman's closest allies was humiliated was too big a break for her to pass on. "Who knows? This might be the biggest direct to market video series ever created. Being a small part of history isn't all that bothersome."

While Catwoman pondered her role in this project, Batgirl's ravaged body had a brief chance to rest. The Joker and Harley Quinn had taken advantage of the barely conscious heroine to clean her sperm soaked sex with a quick series of enemas and douches. They followed every single instruction that their employer, Sandra, had put before them. And Sandra had rewarded the pair with both cash and the promise of future partnerships that could be far more profitable.

After all, she was the daughter of the most powerful legal officer outside of the commissioner of police. And Sandra was being groomed to join her father in a career in his office. Who would dare cross her path after amassing the kind of power she wielded with the success of her current campaign against Batgirl?

Not Catwoman. She was impressed with the rapid rise to power this young woman had achieved. But more than that, the funding she amassed with the sales of each Batgirl 'adventure' showed that her skills were worthy of respect. No one had managed to break the will of any of Batman's partners up to now. And Sandra showed no sign of failure. Her videos were proof enough of that.

Another fact that impressed Catwoman was the command she had over those who worked for her, as well as who was working for her. She recognized the two guards who had picked up Batgirl from the previous location. They were well known by the regulars at the asylum as being particularly sadistic when they chose to be. Yet, they almost bowed before Sandra as if she were royalty.

Perhaps, in their minds, she was.

Catwoman was also developing a streak of pragmatism in light of this newcomer's influence. Her partnership with Sandra was also forged out of a very private fear that this situation could befall anyone who crossed her path. Selina already knew respect and fear from her dealings with Batman. But this was far different. Selina knew where this new villain came from and suspected well where she was going with her plans. In the end, rather than crossing the new kid on

the block, Catwoman got as close as she could and would profit as much as possible.

The motions of the armored vehicle jostled Batgirl, moving her body and mind. Her mind at rest, locking out the constant impact of the state her body had been in for days, was still feeling sensory input. That input, in turns, triggered thoughts and memories long removed from the day-to-day life of Barbara Gordon.

Memories of her childhood, seemingly undisturbed by the things she came to face much later in her life popped in and out of her dream. Freedom. Innocence. Hope.

All images of a life now lost, yet as real as her mind could recall. But as each nerve was rocked by the bumps of the road, igniting the overwhelming urges her loins still felt, those thoughts were displaced and amended to meet the feelings her body and mind would not ignore anymore.

Batgirl was forever changed. Poison Ivy had succeeded with her 'treatment' and broken the body of this heroine. Every sexual input her nervous system sensed was converted to feelings that could not be ignored nor displaced by her mind. And this was not the end of the process by any means.

In the cab of the van, Sandra had several things demanding her mental focus. Batgirl had to be kept aroused, so she checked on her condition via the closed circuit video security system. Speaking into a microphone, Sandra gave the henchwoman her orders. Despite her reservations about Catwoman being able to take orders, Sandra had no intention of pushing her emotions too far. "This will be the climax of my plans. Don't want to overplay the 'dramatic' outside of the

plot line I have planned."

Catwoman had been given a hearing aid sized transceiver for her ear by her 'employer' to instruct her on what needed to be done. No set of instructions would do for this sensitive a job, so Sandra insisted on this level of input. It also insured that this criminal would behave exactly as ordered.

"You may want to begin massaging Batgirl's breasts, Catwoman. Remember that she must be kept aroused or the reaction will weaken. Oh, and be sure to give her some of the 'milk' we've prepared for her. Don't want our little star to dehydrate between scenes." Selena stood from where she had sat and moved next to the sleeping body of Batgirl. Doing exactly what she was told, Selena found the erect nipples and pinched them between her fingers.

Just out of personal interest, she slipped one hand down between Batgirl's legs and stroked her pubic mound, above the clitoris. Batgirl's mouth opened and a slight moan emanated. Taking advantage of her open mouth, Catwoman took the sports bottle filled with the protein enhanced milk and slowly squirted some between her lips. As the cool liquid crossed her tongue, Batgirl's throat opened and accepted the milk, swallowing it willingly.

Sandra had learned much from her father. But she also learned from his mistakes. Now she was going to see if her efforts would surpass those of her father by making use of his knowledge and influence. Every bit of influence had been expended this day in order to create the final stage of this saga. By the end of this day, Batgirl's mind would be broken beyond recall. Poison Ivy had given her best educated guess based on the test subjects.

"Well Dad, your little girl is coming to visit. Hope you like the present I've brought you for the occasion" she thought to herself as the gates came in sight. "I also hope you'll understand what I'm about to do. This will hurt, but not as much as what you've already gone through this year. And it won't be without compensation like you've never imagined."

Another thought came to mind that drew Sandra's attention back to her ever present monitors. "I hope Dr. Isley's serum will work as she claimed. It wouldn't do to have that new drug spoil the fun by taking hold too early. This will be the best movie I've shot to date. I'm sure daddy will be pleased when he sees the role he played, that is, once he's calmed down..."

Barbara's condition hadn't changed for hours. Her constant state of sexual activity had endured as long as the good doctor had predicted. But the climatic scene required something more from the aroused heroine. That something was beginning to happen as the serum Dr. Isley had synthesized began to digest in Batgirl's stomach.

The prison van arrived at the gates of the asylum. Two of Sandra's private guards had already assumed control of the gate station and made the arrival of the new prisoner appear as it should for the monitors. While Sandra's command over the situation was solid, it was not total. Rather than risk any intruptions or disruptions to her schedule, she had timed this portion of her route to the second. Her men were in as complete charge of the path to the set for her final scenes to be shot on.

Catwoman continued to obey the instructions given her and kept Batgirl stimulated as the new serum slowly took effect. Rather than informing Catwoman of this situation, Sandra left her with the impression that she was only feeding the fallen heroine. There was no need to leave her thinking otherwise. The effects that would occur needed something special, and more time. Time Sandra was going to take full advantage of.

Once through the gate and past any final risk of interference, the occupants of the van were able to disembark and head directly to the well secured area that had been set up for this event. No one other than those under direct command of Sandra would be allowed into this part of the compound. Leaving the van first, Sandra rushed to check the preparations one last time. The last thing she needed was for things to go wrong here and now. Catwoman and the rest would follow after Sandra was well on her way.

With each footfall, a rhythm began to form in Barbara's mind. The compound in the milk she had accepted without thought began to have the measured effect Poison Ivy had intended. A tiny shred of consciousness formed around the sound of that rhythm. The overwhelming power of the sexual state her body was in had not changed thanks to Catwoman's deft manipulations. But something was happening. The mind was no longer perfectly 'asleep' as it had been. Opening her

eyes slightly, the light was blinding, painful to behold. So she closed them. Not that what little cognitive skill would have made much of the prison hallway or the men half dragging her along.

Sandra was able to note the eye movement via the security cameras in the control booth she had established for this final act. Having safely made her way there before the others exited the van, she had two demanding tasks at hand. Seeing that Batgirl was just about ready for her 'scene,' Sandra now had to face the fact that she was going to cut any and all future with what was left of her family.

Exiting the booth and rapidly making her way to a cell in the highest security section of the asylum, Sandra had pushed all thoughts of the negative repercussions from her master plan aside. After all, the compensation her father would obtain from the next hours would last him a lifetime. And it would make for the ultimate solution to her nagging problem of what to do once Batgirl's alter ego was turned loose. Sandra didn't want to consider failure in regards to that eventuality.

Thankful that her influence was absolute in these halls, she walked up to the door to the cell that held her father in check, keeping society safe from another cruel and sadistic criminal, marked for life with a stain that would never fade.

"Hi dad. I hope they've been treating you well now that I'm running the day-to-day affairs of this hell hole." From the dark corner where he sat, a voice, low and almost parental, responded; "I'm so glad you've dropped by tonight. Are we going to have that 'fun' you told me you were arranging now?" Moving towards his seated form, Sandra replied; "Daddy, God only knows what will happen come the morning. Tonight, however, is yours to enjoy. You will have your revenge on the man who turned you over to the system that put you here. I hope you'll have a night to remember."

"Shall we go now, my dear?" he asked as he stood, still cloaked in darkness. A minute sensation of fear passed through the nervous system of Sandra's body. She recalled better times when her father would speak to her as if they had all the time in the world. After tonight, she doubted that her father would ever talk to her again. But he was already lost to her, thanks to the events that stole him from her those short months earlier.

Batgirl was lead to the office that had been made ready for this last event. As the group passed through the narrow doorway, they entered the room. Drapes were drawn over the windows, leaving nothing but artificial light to illuminate the furniture. The walls were covered with bookshelves containing thick medical texts. Cameras were hidden among the many titles, providing Sandra with every possible view she could hope for.

There were only three pieces of furniture on the floor: a desk, a chair behind the desk, and a traditional psychologist's couch. The two guards dragged Batgirl's limp body and placed her on the couch, facing the ceiling. Catwoman strode behind the desk and sat in the chair. Sandra had given her simple instructions on what she would do during the final act. In fact, Catwoman would be doing little more than distracting from this point. The 'heavy lifting' would be handled by the surprise guests waiting outside and down the hall.

"So, you want me to go in there and have my way with Batgirl? You have no idea how long I've been wanting that opportunity..." the voice droned on as Sandra's mind was elsewhere. She was becoming tired of this project. It had become more work than she realized. Yet, she suffered through the effort one last time, knowing that this would be the end of her plans for Batgirl and the beginning of her new life.

On a quiet note, the lights in the faux doctor's office went down except over the couch and the deskset. The effect was stunning. The contrast between the two characters was dramatic. Yet the similarities were difficult to put aside. Two women were confined to the set, one by her inability to move or act while the other was a prisoner of both fear and circumstances. Catwoman had never been a victim before, but she knew in the dark recesses of her mind that her only salvation now was to make Sandra happy. That, and the promise of a payday that would give her a new start anywhere on the planet.

In a stylized motion, Catwoman reached down to the intercom on the desktop and pushed a button. "Send in the first patient, please." The door opened and in walked a figure obscured by the darkness away from the desk. When the form came to a point near by the couch, a spotlight regulated by an aperture opened from above onto the person standing there. The lean, tall figure came into focus for the cameras. Exposed was the masked face of The Scarecrow, clothed in the costume he had fashioned for his criminal persona.

"How are you today, Scarecrow?" inquired Catwoman in a mocking tone. "I've been better" he replied tersely. Looking briefly at the figure lying on the couch, he asked "So, what is she here for? "Well, we're going to try a new type of therapy today. You're going to express your inner emotions with this participant, who has some issues that she's working out.

Sandra and her father watched from the control room as this drama unfolded for the cameras. He sat still in profile, a smile playing on his lips as he looked on at what his daughter had achieved. He also thought of what was about to happen as he awaited his turn with Batgirl, once the last few arch criminals had softened her up. Sandra had given him the master role for this plot. He would act as the judge and jury in her trial by sexual combat.

As her father considered his role, Sandra had her own role in mind. However, her ideas were slightly different than those she had led her father to believe. "This is my life now. Dad struggles to show me who he once was. But the veiner was thin, and his personality flipped as often as that coin he clings to now."

Pushing that brief private thought aside, she forced herself back to the monitors that had been her windows on the events that had made her fortune. One last time, Sandra would begin the mental editing process, picking from the angles and framing she glanced at. With practice, she just let the hard drives do the heavy lifting. This set of scenes would be much shorter than the prior ones. After all, she was just about to break Batgirl once and for ail.

"Now, shall we begin your therapy session, Scarecrow?" was the audio cue that Sandra wanted to hear. This was Catwoman's line to note the action had begun. Scarecrow moved over the prone body of Batgirl. Knowing that she was unaffected by his persona in the state she was in, he stared at her breasts, covered by the damp uniform and the yellow logo of the bat, highlighted in the floodlight she was bathed in.

Noting where Scarecrow was staring, Catwoman picked up a box cutter from the desktop and coughed to gain his attention. "Think this might be of use right now?" Breaking from the spot, he walked briskly to the desk and took the object Catwoman handed him. Taking a brief bow to his fellow criminal, he turned and strode back to the helpless body on the couch.

Laying on her back and free from distraction for what seemed to be forever, the nerves in Batgirl's body began to crave the input it had become so accustomed to for the past few days. Any meaning time had ever had vanished in the face of the condition imposed on her mind and body. A feeling began to manifest as her body was moved once again. Scarecrow had picked his selection and had begun to access it.

Using the new blade, the villain cautiously sliced the cloth surrounding the emblem on her breast. He had been given strict orders as to what he could and, more importantly, what he could not do to the helpless woman. Not caring much for the situation outside of what pleasures he would extract from this vigilante, he went along with the rule book and avoided any bloodshed. He also refrained from any wasteful activities such as the standard villain's rant. It was pointless, given the comatose state the woman appeared to be in.

Cutting the outer cloth away, he found the bra that held her breasts in place was stretched and soiled from prior encounters. "May I? Scarecrow asked of the woman seated behind the desk. Catwoman pretended to consider with a pause, then nodded her head with a small smile. Turning back, he took the top of the cup over the left breast and sliced it open, using his fingers to keep the blade from doing any damage. Her nipple was now exposed while the breast was still slightly supported by the wire frame he was unable to cut.

Scarecrow repeated the act on the right breast, exposing the other nipple. Both were now swollen in response to the stimulation they felt. Sandra and her father watched on as the cameras captured the unfolding actions. "I'm glad I didn't let this happen any sooner. That close up of the stained bra heaving up and down with her breasts will bring millions" Sandra voiced as her father looked on, anxious for the parade of villains to finish with this sorry excuse for a crime fighter. If he couldn't hurt Batman, he'd sure make a mess of his partner's life in exchange for his pain.

Dropping his pants and underwear, then stepping out of them, he crawled up over Batgirl's abdomen and began to rub his now forming erection over one, then another of her swollen nipples. Stroking the skin down the fleshy mounds, he finally moved his now full erection to the strap that held the bra to the two breasts. Shoving the penis under the cloth, he began to rock back and forth, moving her breasts in rhythm with his hips. A moment later, his hands reached down to cup the naked skin exposed around his sex.

The cameras tracked each and every stroke, exposing the visage on the various monitors in front of Sandra. Her attention was far from full to the final act in real time. Much of her mental energy was focused on her own role in the last act. She had opened this series of movies by using her own body as the bait to begin the cascade that arrived at this point in time. And now, it was time to put this project to bed. The sad part of it in her mind was the role she had to cast her father in.

But Sandra knew that it was not her who caused her father's downfall. Far from it, she had been his biggest booster beside her mother. But the fall had taken a toll on all of the members of her small family. Mother was so crippled by the loss of her husband, she was spending more time in therapy than at home. The good news was that Mother was supportive of her growing role in her father's office. In fact, it was Mother who pushed her to follow her father.

With a slight shudder, almost as if her spine had been frozen for a second, Sandra returned to the moment. Catwoman was now standing next to Scarecrow, who was still entertaining himself with Batgirl's cleavage. "God, please don't do a 'Babe Ruth' on her, please!" Catwoman quietly thought to herself, knowing that she would be in the scene. Sensing that his turn was almost over, his penis slipped from the now open breasts and a spray of semen exploded from his penis.

Thankfully, he did has he had been instructed on his way from his cell, spraying the fluid over Batgirl's face and lips.

This scene would be repeated in various ways by a parade of inmates, each waiting for a crack at this woman who had, either in part or wholly, been responsible for their capture. It was payback time. And Sandra was going to take full advantage of their willingness to give Batgirl her final 'treatment' with her newly developed sexual needs. While the mind of this heroine was still her own, the facts portrayed in front of her were fully in the hands of Sandra and the script she had crafted for her. She only had a few more details to attend to.

Batgirl's body was putty in the hands of each man. Turn after turn, her body replied to the actions that drove her nerve endings. Her mind was increasingly active in the face of each orgasm and the acts that evoked them. Released from the conscious layer of thought, the body would simply respond to what it was experiencing. This was as Poison Ivy had intended. Her treatment had succeeded. The final dose of compound in the milk she had consumed had digested and reached every gland and organ in her body.

"Come on, you dummy! Finish up and let's get going! I'm missing my beauty sleep" screamed Scarface at his 'assistant' Arnold Wesker to end his turn with the heroine. The timid man rushed and sprayed his semen over the lips of Batgirl, still licking at the slick and salty deposits around her mouth. Grabbing the gun toting monster, the ventriloquist hurried past Catwoman towards the door, not wishing to engage in any small talk after this surprising event.

Standing from behind the desk where she had kept an eye on things, Catwoman strode slowly over to take one last look at the defeated crime fighter. "Well, my dear. It's time for you to meet the mastermind behind this..." she let the sentence trail off, not knowing what exactly to call this slaughter. Never in Selina's life had she witnessed such savagery practiced on a woman's body. Yet, she forced herself to go on, motivated by the memory of a briefcase filled with one million dollars that would be hers once her role was concluded. And now, it was time to exit the stage.

As Catwoman spoke, the spark that had flashed while Batgirl had been escorted to this chamber of sexual perversions began to flicker into awareness. One neuron triggered at a time, linking the thoughts once again. Most of the thoughts were focused on how much her body craved the stimulation she was aware of. Secondly, her mind was recognizing voices. What associations her mind had formed before were still dislocated. Danger was not a trigger in the here and now of the dawning awareness in Barbara's sleepy mind.

But recognition of voices included awareness of surroundings. Her eyes cracked slightly, exposing the contents of the room around her and the figure standing nearby taking to her. And the sound of the word 'mastermind' dragged her analytical mind up from the depths. In shock, the logical portion of Barbara's thoughts now intervened. Despite the hope of moving her limbs without appearing to, Catwoman, along with the others in the video control booth, could see the

change in Batgirl's status.

"Dad, she's all yours. Have fun!" came the encouragement by Sandra to her father as he stood and walked to his face to face meeting with the partner of his mortal enemy, Batman. "Don't worry, Sandra. I won't hurt her" he said as he moved through the door. After he closed it and strode down the hall, he finished quietly to himself "I won't hurt her. It's Batman I want dead. But I want to make sure what happens to that partner of his cuts him deeply."

As he passed Catwoman on her way to the control booth, neither paused nor talked to one another. Neither had anything to say in the light of what was planned. And both had a great deal to lose in the moment. Selina glanced as this final character in this play headed to the stage. Her eyes could not help but run over the highlighted lines of his once handsome profile, lit by a harsh overhead floodlight. A chill ran up and down her nerves, knowing what sadistic acts he could perform. As if to acknowledge her, he flipped the trademark coin he had in his hand and strode along at an accelerated pace. Catwoman increased the pace as well, knowing her haste might be her salvation.

In the few moments since Catwoman exited the room, Barbara struggled with the state of her mind. Never had she felt so relaxed from so many orgasms. No man had ever been able to evoke such a state in the fiber of her body. Despite the journey and the hardships she had struggled through along the path, she was still alive and aroused. Now, to face the monster who had brought all this down on her. Still trying to move her arms and legs, she found little cooperation from her limbs. Fatigue from the endless hours of sexual arousal had taken that toll.

Sandra rushed to hand Catwoman her share of the profits for her role. There was no point to reneging on her agreement. After all, they both knew what was at stake. And who was in control of the set. Taking her briefcase and following the guards out of the control room, Sandra was alone again. She treasured that brief pleasure of solitude. Her world was a series of meetings and conversations with faceless beings who had lost their identity in her tired mind. She had to pull herself back to the moment and look the monitors over one last time before she conducted the last act herself from the stage.

The door opened to the 'office' and the solitary figure walked in. At first, he stood in the shadow outside the light of the room. Looking at Batgirl and her feeble attempt to move her body, he softly chuckled. Moving into the light by the desk, Barbara's eyes made out the image of the 'mastermind' behind this situation. His suit was a custom item, crafted for a person of his stature. But the suit did nothing to cover the travesty that was his face. Half of his face was that of a handsome gentleman while the other was that of a mutated monster.

Batgirl's lips began to move at the sign of recognition, but no sound came from her throat. "That's right, honey. TwoFace is in charge here. Got any complaints?" Every move of Batgirl's body continued to provoke her sexual state. No matter how many times she would climax, the urge to continue would remain. And there was no more time for her to rest. But Barbara had the satisfaction of knowing she had lasted in the face of this monster and his minions.

Sandra had taken advantage of her control over the guards at the asylum to arrange for any contingency. But this final act would be a real pleasure for the ones that stood by with her as she kept an eye on her father and the woman who he was tormenting. "Be careful to wait for my mark. We won't get a second chance if my father goes over the top too soon. And leave Batgirl for me. I'll want her as well preserved as I can make her after 'dad' is finished with her.

The moment that TwoFace entered the spotlight, his demeanor shifted from his persona as the former District Attorney of Gotham City to that of the heartless criminal who held Batman fully responsible for the state he was in. Half of his body was deformed beyond repair. But his mind was as sharp as when Harvey Dent first joined the DA's office so many years ago. "So, this is how he managed to pull all these evil people together against me..." thought Barbara as she began to cave in again under the power of Poison Ivy's concoction.

"So far, so good" sighed Sandra as she watched his behavior with her victim. "Let his alter ego work her mind over a bit more. Let her think he was the genius who could orchestrate such a plot. He can have the blame. All of it!" she thought quietly to herself as her father began to talk again.

"It's taken a long time to get you ready for what's about to happen, Batgirl." He strode over from the desk to the couch where she still laid. Bits of her uniform had fallen on the couch and floor, leaving much of her bare skin exposed. The parade of villainy had made her once proud costume a tattered wrap of black cloth that covered little. Her cape, cowl, gloves and boots were all they left her, covered with sperm stains from the many orgasms.

He now stopped and stood over the tired and helpless former heroine. Continuing his tirade, TwoFace let his anger flow. "It's a pity that Batman isn't here in person to see what I'm going to do to you. Not that it will be much different from what has happened to you so far.

Seeing the signs of arousal his daughter told him of, he went on. "The effects of the drugs you were given by Poison Ivy are permanent. Every day of the rest of your life will be much like today. Given the amounts of compound you've ingested, you'll be lucky if you don't have to orgasm once an hour. How poetic that you, the former partner of this city's most powerful and famous vigilante is now a toy for the criminals to enjoy."

The words hit and missed Batgirl's shattered mind. Confusion was masked by the fatigue and overwhelming urge to finger her own vagina despite the danger she was beginning to understand. "Batman... Where is... Why...." where the first attempts to communicate. Almost as if still in a dream, she tried to break from the state her mind was in. But she was lost in a state of confusion. Sandra could see and hear everything as well as her father. But Sandra was now more concerned over his actions.

"He's close to the edge and getting closer the more he fixates on that damn Batman. Come on, Dad! Have your way with her now!" she thought to herself. Her father would not be as easy to browbeat as the rest of those criminals. After all, he was once a upstanding member of the community and didn't want to be ordered around. Especially by his own daughter. So, Sandra waited and hoped that he would play out the hand she had dealt him so she could move on.

"By the time this hour is up, you'll be begging for what's left of your life." With that, TwoFace began to unfasten his belt and pants. Kicking his shoes off in a casual way, he was free to drop his tailored pants. Stopping for a brief moment, he picked up the pants and shoes from the floor and strode back to the desk. "Can't have these getting dirty now, can we?" He finished up disrobing at the desk and turned to face Batgirl again.

TwoFace strode back to where the helpless Batgirl lay. "I'll bet you thought those goons who worked you over were the worst thing you'd face today." As he spoke, Barbara's eyes cracked open to behold the hips of the man addressing her. She beheld an erection that rivaled anything she could imagine. Despite the amount of stretching her sex had experienced, this monster would be bigger than all that had come before.

Yet the normal reactions such as fear and shock were absent. A new sensation had taken hold in her mind. A hunger for the taste of sperm formed in her thoughts. She licked her lips for the sensation of that salty soup. And all thoughts of what had been done to her vanished as the man came to the finish of his monolog. "I'm going to remember this for the rest of my life. I'm sure you'll have memories of this as well, though not quite as pleasurable at first. Now, how

should I take you?"

The man bent over and shoved his massive hands under Batgirl's armpits, pulling her up from where she laid. Taking what cloth that clung to her skin in one hand, he tugged and removed most of it in one stroke. Bunching it up, he wiped her face with the cleanest section of the former uniform. TwoFace tried to remove the dried and crusted semen from her exposed skin and the material of her mask and cowl. "You know, I really would like to take that mask off, but I'm going to leave that right where it is. I'm going to bring Batgirl to her knees tonight, not the girl behind the mask. That will come later."

Sandra was breathing much easier once she heard her father make that statement, despite his shift from being her dad to the mutant criminal mastermind he spent most of his days as now. She stood ready to enforce her wishes, standing outside the office with a number of her select guards. Rei moved quickly to confer with Sandra over preparations for closing up this final set. Sandra was grateful for the loyalty of her chosen partner. Giving her final approval, Rei returned to the control booth to monitor and cary out the final instructions once the final act was shot.

TwoFace held Batgirl on her feet. All that remained of her uniform now was the mask and cowl, her tattered gloves and boots, some shredded cloth hanging from the tops of them. She reeked of what every man had left deposited on her body. Yet that did not stop her current tormentor from his task. "I've been waiting for this since your 'partner' left me to my fate, In a way, I'm glad you're unable to defend his actions now. I would most likely tear your masked head from your petite neck." Pausing to stare into her mask, he finished "I think you made a poor choice in your career, Batgirl. Let me show you to your fate."

He sat down on the couch, pulling Batgirl's still standing form in front of him. Taking his time, he examined her ass in great detail. Then he looked down at his erection. "I'm going to have a difficult time with you, Batgirl. Best to get started in the most straightforward way, the path of least resistance." With that, he firmly pulled her abdomen, aiming the tip of his penis at her crotch.

"Oh, how I wish I were in the control booth for this moment" thought Sandra as she gazed at the one monitor she had stationed with her. The rest of the cameras will have to do her work in her absence. But she had placed her faith wisely, for the setup had never failed in all the hours of covering the savagery against this defeated heroine. And again, they were mute witnesses to the most dangerous of the encounters. Not because of the sexual acts, but what could happen should this deranged man snap along the way.

After all, he could just as soon kill her as fuck her.

Sandra was taking the greatest risk, considering her goal to keep Batgirl's alter ego to herself. She would do anything to keep that satisfaction to herself, even at the cost of what was left of her father.

Batgirl felt the urge as the tip of the sex playing over the skin of her crotch. She wanted the sensation. She was hungry. No thought would penetrate beyond this hunger now. Not even the few and meager facts that circled in Barbara's higher order mind. She knew who she was with and what was about to happen. But care was not a concept. Not the care of how much stretching would occur over the time he would have her.

"Time to take the plunge, my dear!" TwoFace cried as he pulled the hips down and drove his sex deeply into her damp vagina, the girth splitting it as wide as it could. Sandra had been very careful, at least as careful as she could be, in her selection of each and every man and woman she had confront Batgirl. With good luck, she found that her own father would be the biggest of them all. A good bit of luck that would serve her plan.

The stretching began. TwoFace was in no hurry. He had more than a few experiences with women and knew how to invoke pleasure or pain. To please his daughter's whims, he would pleasure this woman until the second she orgasmed. Then he would slowly increase the angle and thrust to open this flunky until she knew no difference between pain and pleasure. Then he would have his revenge. After all, Batgirl was a present to his superior skills.

As the hours passed, his rock hard penis stroked and pumped into the ever increasingly stretched barrel of Batgirl's vagina. Every so often, a trace of blood would flow out along with the other fluids that resulted from all the thrusts. One of the side effects of Poison Ivy's treatments was the conversion of the digested semen to more useful compounds that aided in the production of hormones required for enhancing her sexual experience. Her vagina would not dry out thanks to this. It also increased the sensitivity along the channel in every way.

Each and every stroke allowed TwoFace deeper inside his 'partner's' sex, finally reaching her cervix. Every dimension of her sex had expanded further than before. Despite arriving at the plateau of this sexual experience, the enhanced vaginal sensitivity fed more signals up the nerves and compelled Batgirl's mind to pay attention despite the random higher order thoughts she struggled to process.

Both pain and pleasure signals throbbed up to Batgirl's mind. TwoFace was relentless in his stroking of her vagina, pulling his erection from her and starting again and again. Hours of this had brought Batgirl slowly to the final stage; the flush resulting from increased blood flow at the surface of her skin. Her breasts had swolen, and her pelvis began to throb. TwoFace could feel the vibrations when he stopped between strokes. Feeling the vagina vibrate, he tripled his strokes, filling her sex with the most powerful thrusts he could muster after all his efforts.

Batgirl couldn't resist the input from her own nerves. Thoughts were rattled as the efforts of this monster savaged her beyond what the others before him had done. No single man had ever lasted so long nor moved her sexually so deeply. The pleasure and pain had blended, leaving a mind ravaged and out of focus. Then came the orgasm.

Wave upon wave of fluids moved past the still hardened erection that filled her vagina. The clitoris had been bounced and vibrated to the point where any sensation would trigger the nerve bundles, triggering even more responses beyond the control of the helpless Batgirl. "You're flowing like a river! I've never felt that much cum from a woman in all the times I've had them."

Sandra looked on in awe at what her father had done. Not one of the villains she had talked into taking part in her scheme had been able to fuck Batgirl quite like TwoFace had done. She was trusting that all of her plans had been recorded by her video array. Rei was impressed as well, watching on from the control booth. After a moment, she sent a quiet message informing Sandra that all was well.

Feeling the vibration of the phone, Sandra quickly pulled it from her pocket and read the brief text message. A smile played across her face, knowing now that the future of this last video was secure. Now, for the hard part.

TwoFace had yet to cum, but Batgirl was rocking and cuming with every stroke. Then something inside his mind snapped. "You know, Batgirl, I've never had a fuck quite like you." He paused and withdrew his erection. Pulling her up to face him, he asked "You are something else. Got anything to say about what you've just gone through?" In this brief moment of rest, her mind settled just enough to gasp one brief word to his face "No."

"After everything you've just gone through, there isn't one snappy response, not one witty comeback from the spunky accomplice of the Batman?" Hearing the word Batman triggered a flashback to the moment where The Joker and his partner had taken their pleasure with her disguised as Batman and Robin. The sexual response to that series of thoughts caused her body to convulse and orgasm again. Even the thought of sex was now enough to invoke an orgasm. And TwoFace was un-amused by this turn of events.

"You sure seem to be easy to please now. But you haven't finished your business with me yet. Since you can't seem to find anything else to use your mouth for, let's use it to relieve me of some fluids of my own." Repositioning Batgirl on the couch, TwoFace began to fit the tip of his still erect penis into her mouth. The second it came near, Batgirl began to thrust her lips at it, the hunger for the flavor of semen rolling past the higher levels of her mind once again.

Sucking and licking, Batgirl tried everything her sensations would allow to massage the flesh in her mouth. Her overriding goal was to feed once again on the salty spew that seemed to satisfy her new found need. And she found a mouthful in this huge object she had relieved of the contents. Unaffected by the chemical bath that had ravaged half of his body, the penis was as it had been before Harvey Dent was changed forever into a half man/half mutant. And he was now cycling between the two personalities with unpredictable results.

Tired from his efforts but still driven by his evil goals, he withdrew his large erection after a brief ejection, not wanting to reward her desires too much. "So, you like the taste of cock, do you? Well, I like something as well." Pulling Batgirl's body back to her feet, TwoFace half carried her around to the headrest end of the couch and positioned her face down and hips up. "Let's see just how much you can take." He began to rub the tip of his erection around the tender flesh of her exposed crotch.

Sandra became concerned at her father's behavior. She doubted that he had cum in Batgirl's mouth. Now, he was going to take her again. The only question was which hole was he going to enlarge. She feared the worst. And was going to make sure that her father didn't harm her prize too much.

TwoFace continued to play with his penis, drawing trails along the outline of Batgirl's orifices. "I'd love to see the look on Batman's face when he watches this video. He will, you know! Everyone will want to see how you underwent the change from prissy heroine to sexual addict. You'll never put another one of us in here again! And to be sure you know how a lot of us feel, I'm going to stretch the point right here!" With that, he drove his erection, slicked with pre-cum, into her anus. Nothing she had gone through had prepared her body and nerves for this shock.

Seeing this, Sandra knew she had to act. His sadistic nature would cripple Batgirl if he wasn't stopped. So she quietly signaled Rei and her guards to execute her final plan. "My revenge against Batman is almost complete. Taking you every way will break his will as much as it is breaking your flesh!" As he continued, blood began to run from her anus in torrents. His thrusts became more violent as he went on with his rant. "You may have helped put me here, but I brought you down. You're the proof that I still run this city. You're the key to my revenge!"

The door burst open while TwoFace was beginning to thrust more of his cock deeper inside of Batgirl. A pop and flash came from the dark shadow outslde. Darts attached to wires flew across the space of the room, hitting the mutated criminal in the shoulder of his affected flesh. Then the sound of electricity arcing broke the silence, causing the thrust of TwoFace to pause and turn to a awkward dance. The shock caused his testicles to go out of control, dumping his semen into the orifice. The contact between the two bodies allowed the energy of the stun gun to pass into Batgirl's nerves, causing her to convulse along with her tormenter.

The shock lasted several seconds. Enough for the man attached to the leads of the stun gun to pass out from the attack. Falling backwards, TwoFace hit the floor and stayed there. Batgirl was still consious, but just barely. Her face was aimed towards the open door, Her mind struggled to see who had taken down this animal. From the shadows, the figure of Sandra Dent passed into the light of the room, followed by uniformed guards of the asylum. "Take him away!" she ordered as the men rushed the couch. "Batgirl, can you hear me?" was the last thing she remembered as she passed out. Somehow, she felt that this was the end and she was safe.

While Sandra played out her final act over the helpless forms of her father and the defeated heroine, another father sat in his office at police headquarters. Commissioner James Gordon was beside himself with worry. He had not heard from his daughter, Barbara, in over a week. No one from work had seen nor heard from her. His police force had been quietly on the lookout for her as well, to no avail.

A late FedEx package had been dropped at his secretary's desk earlier. He picked it up, along with the rest of his messages. The security scans would have seen any booby traps had the package been dangerous. Opening the thin padded folder, Commissioner Gordon found a plain DVD disk with no message along with it. His heart raced as he considered everything that could have been on the disk. Yet, he placed it in the small portable player and pushed play.

The DVD menu was a sick, yet professional piece of work. It was a chapter guide of the sexual assault that he had reports on about Batgirl and what had happened to her. Seeing these images made him feel as strongly about her fate as he did for his own flesh and blood. More so, given the sacrifices she had made for the people of Gotham City.

As he reached for the key to the famous spotlight that would summon Batman, Jim Gordon's heart began to race again, this time much faster. A pain gripped his left arm, then his upper chest. He stopped when he had walked to and felt a level of helplessness no one should have had to face alone. Then he lost consciousness.

Epilog

Barbara sat in a comfortable executive chair, behind a desk in the foyer of the District Attorney's office. She was deeply involved in a research project as the entry door opened. Barbara didn't need to lift her eyes from the computer monitor to know who had entered the foyer. "Hello Barbara. You look well" were the sounds of the first words spoken by her former mentor and hero, Bruce Wayne. "Hello Bruce. I'll let Ms. Dent know that you are here" were the icy cold sounds that replied to the rather weak complement he paid her.

Bruce could tell how much things had changed in the months since she retired from her role as Batgirl. The fact that she was now sitting here working for Harvey's daughter spoke volumes of how the two had bonded after her stunning ordeal. He felt somewhat awkward in his role as Bruce Wayne and totally impotent as Batman. His hands were tied by the circumstances they had both faced.

"I hope this job provides you the challenge you were looking for when you left your position at the library. They haven't been able to replace you, you know." Barbara partially ignored this further attempt to engage in small talk. Concentrating on the project that her boss had given her, she did not break her focus. Thankfully, the intercom speaker came to life and informed the two that Sandra was ready to meet with the head of WayneCorp.

Grateful for the timing, Barbara continued her work, knowing that Bruce had heard Sandra's voice. "It was good to see you, Barbara. Take care of yourself." But these sounds fell on ears that had been burned shut by the memories of the months she had suffered at the hands of his 'friend' Harvey Dent. Two-Face had left an impression that a lifetime of therapy would not undue.

"Barbara, please cancel the rest of my afternoon once I'm done with Mr. Wayne. Then take the day off as well. This has been a long week for everyone" came the voice of her employer one last time to signal her needs. It was her way of signaling how she predicted the meetings she took would go. She rarely used that 'signal' unless she had everything under control.

The partnership forged between the daughter of the monster who had brought her world down had filled the void that opened when her mind returned to her. Sandra had slowly fed her the facts that supported what her mind knew was the painful truth. She also recalled how Sandra was the salvation in depths of her captivity.

She had also filled in the bits and pieces that formed the cornerstone of the relationship that they now shared. Despite the trauma, Barbara's sexuality had liberated much of the emotional pain that resulted once she realized the depravity she had been exposed to.

Then there was the anger over what had happened to her poor father after he saw that one DVD of Batgirl being tormented sexually. The stroke would have killed him if his secretary hadn't heard his body hit the floor so loudly. He was still taking therapy for the aftermath. And she felt that much of the responsibility for that rested on the shoulders of the man who just walked through her foyer.

All these thoughts flittered away as the foyer door opened once again. "Hey Barbara! Time to get some lunch. Where do you want to eat today?" was the query of her new friend, Rei. Once Barbara had recovered from her emotional trauma, Sandra re-introduced Rei as one of her father's undercover operatives who had been assigned to spy on Bane's crime organization. Barbara had faint recollections of her, most of which evaporated as the months passed. After all, Barbara had no desire to look at every video she had 'starred' in under Two-Face's direction.

Barbara stood from her desk. The underwear under her business suit was somewhat tight, as she liked it. However, one of the side effects of Dr. Isley's treatment had left Barbara hypersensitive to almost every sensation against her skin near her sexual organs. This was something she didn't share with her new friends, but was in no hurry to dismiss. Despite the traumatic kidnapping and endless assaults, the sexual experience was overwhelming with the drugs she had been exposed to.

But this was the end of the short history of Batgirl. Now defeated, she was dead to the world. As Barbara, she had quietly developed a new habit of relieving her daily 'needs' with as many sessions of masturbation as she could work in. She had even considered exposing part of that to her new friend Rei. Somehow, Barbara felt a connection to this young woman now that she had grown to know her better.

Let's try that Thai place on the East side. I hear it's fantastic! And I'm in the mood for something exotic." Reaching for her purse, Barbara stood and walked to the open door, leaving her work and cares behind her.

End Notes

First off, I'd like to thank Vladi and his staff at The Wizard's Lair for hosting my long labor. It's rare to find people who invest so much energy to providing a place on the web for such projects. Thanks again to everyone involved in this community who took time to write and let me know they've read this story.

I'd also like to thank the artists and writers who inspired my story. Rather than insult any one party by omission, I'll just say thanks to the community and leave things at that.

I doubt that I'll ever create such a massive story line ever again. But don't think that this is the end of my writing career. A folder full of short story outlines is waiting for the time when I can develop them. However, these next stories will be first sent first to my friends at HIP Comix. Once they have the first crack at them, I'll be free to re-host them here later on. The first should be ready sometime in October of this year.

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