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Batgirl and the Squared Circle

Chapter 1, Part 2

by Max Hass

Copyright Dec. 2001, 2003

With that, something grabbed at Batgirl's arms and legs. Pulling her down, Batgirl landed on her knees with her gloves drawn firmly to the mat. "Magnets, my dear. You can be pulled to the mat at any moment, though this will happen only at random or my choice. As for this example, let us set another rule."

With this, the Mad Hatter and his fighters walked over to her, each holding an object. Erika held a long, small rod that looked somewhat like a balling gun for a cow. On the end of the shaft, there was a two inch long plastic sausage with a long wire draped on the length of the rod. June held a large tube of KY Jelly and a second, smaller sausage shaped cartridge with a wire as well. Batgirl could see that each of the small cartridges were studded with small metal contact points all across the surface. Jervis Tetch held one of his mind control cards.

With Batgirl firmly secured to the mat, Jervis walked up to her and placed the card on the bare skin of her stomach. "You may have seen some television commercials touting the ability of electric stimulation of muscle groups to cause contractions for exercising specific muscle groups. The Russians have lead the world in this field and came up with these little devices." Reaching into his pocket, he removed the control box for the card and switched it on, placing Batgirl under his command. He spoke the word "relax" and Barbara's body went limp. With this state imposed on her, Batgirl would revive the two sex toys with no resistance. "You can hear and understand everything I say.

This first device will be inserted in your vagina, resting on the tissue of the so-called g-spot. The other will be placed in your rectum, in line with the first. As the signal is given, both devices will activate, driving an orgasm through your body."

"Now, as to the fight. Here are the rules: After each round, if you clearly defeat your adversary, you will be free to rest. If you do not defeat her in that round, you will face at least one orgasm in the minute you have to collect yourself and regain your strength. I suggest you focus on your skills." As he finished his explanation, his assistants approached her from between her legs and pulled the cloth away from her crotch and ass, allowing for the little tools to be inserted.

With great glee, June applied the jelly first to the probe, then to the lips of Batgirl's vagina. Batgirl had nothing to say, her head hurting from the concussion. At this moment, all she could offer was quiet cooperation as the cool rod rocked back and forth, sliding the probe deeper and deeper into her womb. Despite the vigorous exercising of her kegal muscles, the small probe and rod slipped on the coat of KY jelly into place. With the small device now in position, the rod was removed slowly, being rocked from side to side, stimulating the walls and mouth of her vagina and bouncing off of her clitoris. Her world was being rocked, and the job was only half done.

Repeating the process, Erika relished the job of placing the second probe up her opponent's rectum. She had been a tester for this process and knew what Batgirl would be experiencing as Jervis used it on her. This was motivation enough to make Batgirl loose as many matches as possible. The sexual explosions these probes delivered would tear her to pieces. Women claiming to need an hour or more to achieve orgasm would cum in 45 seconds at the most, no matter how often the device was triggered. In a rare case, rapid multiple orgasms were reported by a few testers, Erika included. She was convinced. These were devastating, taking an hour or more to recover from under normal circumstances. This had not been tested under battle conditions, though.

"She is ready, Jervis." said June in a thick French accent. She patted Batgirl's ass as she folded the remaining uniform back over her crotch. Batgirl had not offered any resistance as the process continued. The card had done its job, holding her in place as the probes were inserted. Jervis Tetch had one last item to apply. Pulling a pair of special leather panties from his back pocket, he personally placed these on Batgirl's crotch over her tattered uniform, preventing her from removing the probes before their work was finished. Locking the leather panties from behind with one way pull ties, he tested the fit for any loose gaps. All seemed to be ready for the fight. With this finished, he switched off the card and removed it from her body. Backing away with his fighters, he then continued with his instructions.

"Here are a few other things to think about, Batgirl. Take a look at our hostage. If you win each round, she will be dropped in with liquids and other items you will need along the way. Lose, and you don't see her until you win the next round." With this thought playing in her still bruised head, Batgirl looked up at Sandra's face as she was winched up to await the first round result. "Should you win the majority of the rounds or defeat both of my fighters outright, you both go free. Either way I have a tape of the event to sell to the highest bidder. Most of the formal rules will apply to each chosen form of fight for a given round. Make the most of it, my dear." With that, all three villains exited the mat for the moment. "I look forward to seeing you soon, Batgirl," said June as she rose from the floor.

Barbara wondered how long it would be before the fight would begin. She didn't have to wait long. The voice of Jervis Tetch blared from loudspeakers above the ring. "In the far corner, from Gotham City, weighing in at a petite 105 pounds, the dark damsel, Batgirl!" A spotlight embraced her form, exposing the jagged cuts to her uniform and the now snug leather bottom she was forced to endure. The room temperature was cool, almost as if the windows were open to the outside. "And in the near corner, from Paris, France, weighing in at a lean 127 pounds, the French Fireball, June!" As the Mad Hatter spoke these words, June was lowered into the ring in the opposite corner. The spotlight turned to her for the moment. "The first round will be a simple boxing match. No referee will be used. The last person standing at the bell will be declared the winner of the round. Begin when you hear the bell."

With those words, Barbara stood for the first time and checked her balance with the weights and gloves. The ankle weights seemed to be slightly different now that she lifted her feet. Was it her brain or the weights? There was little time to test her gait. She would have to cope on the fly. Now if she could only remember her school training. Without a head guard and mouthpiece, this would be a tough battle. The gloves were of little use beyond focusing her punches where she struck. Now she turned her full attention to June and her skills. Seeing that Barbara was now looking at her, June paused and gave her the chance to check her body out. She posed, giving Barbara a full round of poses. This would not be easy. June had several advantages. Despite retaining her English riding habit, she had no handicaps to impair her skill.

"Like what you see, Batgirl? Take your time my dear, for we will be here some time. I will give you first blow. Take your measure of me." With this invitation, Batgirl smiled and moved forward to begin the match. Almost twenty seconds of the first round were already over, just a bit over a minute to end this battle. Barbara rotated her hips, waist and shoulders to test her mobility. All was well so far. One obvious disadvantage was noted as June posed for her: June had almost a half foot reach advantage over her. She would have to move in close under her arms to make contact. This was going to hurt if she didn't get the first blow just right.

"Let's rumble!" came the voice again over the speaker. Batgirl attempted to pick up the pace by floating in front of her opponent. June, almost overconfident, stood her ground waiting for the first fist to land. Looking for the opening, Barbara slid in under June's right shoulder and landed her first blow to her right cheek. It was a formidable blow, rocking her head. Following this first punch, Barbara landed a left hook to the jaw, now open as her head was laid back. In a flash, Batgirl made one last strike at the abdomen, hoping to knock the wind out of her opponent. The punch had the intended effect, forcing the air from her lungs, winding June and folding her for a moment.

There was only twenty seconds left in the round. Batgirl paused to take the measure of her enemy. June paused, drew a breath and looked up at Barbara. "You are almost worthy, my dear." As Barbara stood, now in a defensive stance, June stepped forward and began to pummel Barbara's head and shoulders with lightning blows. Her gloves stung and shocked her upper body. Five seconds left. Barbara fought for a gap and took a shot. She landed a second blow to June's chin, knocking her back and over to the mat.

With her back hitting the mat, the bell rang, ending the first round. "The decision goes to Batgirl for round one. Send in the trainer." With that, Sandra was lowered into the ring with water and towels for Batgirl. A second platform lowered and June pulled herself to her feet, jumped on and left the mat. "You were wonderful, Batgirl!" was the first thing she heard from Sandra. While her hands were now unbound, she was still roped over her upper and lower body. The ropes chaffed the cloth of her blouse and skirt, her jacket having been removed to provide a clear view of her bondage. "Here, have some water."

After an awkward pause, she commented, "This is going well. Do you think you can last fifteen rounds with these two?" Thinking for a moment, Batgirl responded, "If I have to, I can." In the minute she had, Sandra wiped Barbara's naked skin of sweat and debris from the mat. "I don't see any blood or cuts, Batgirl." Realizing that this might be the last chance to say anything, Barbara said, "Look, if you can, get out of here." "Not a chance, Batgirl. There are at least six men up there besides Mad Hatter and his girls. I'll try if I can, though." and stood to return to the platform to exit the mat.

The loudspeaker rang again "Now, in the opposite corner, from Ukraine, the Mighty Erika!" As Sandra rose from the ring, Erika was lowered. Barbara had a few moments to assess her next opponent. While shorter than June, the body of this fighter was far more densely packed with muscles, given her use of drugs to build bulk for fighting.

"This will be a wrestling match. First full pin will be declared the winner. Wait for the bell." A long moment passed while Barbara and Erika locked eyes. This would be difficult for Barbara, not being fully trained for this type of hand-to-hand combat. Given the handicaps of weighted ankles and boxing gloves, she would have to improvise.

As the bell rang, Batgirl exploded from her corner and dived at Erika's abdomen, trying for a hard impact. Her hope was to knock the wind out of her opponent. With her hands bound, grabbing Erika was almost impossible, though her arms could reach around her opponent's body. This gave her an idea. Erika didn't seem to be in any hurry, leaving herself open to Barbara's idea. Despite the difference in weight, Barbara levered Erika down to her knees and placed her in a half Nelson. Then she rocked her back and forth for several second. Almost surprised as she took advantage, Barbara then spun Erika out and away from her. Using both of her gloved hands, she grasped at Erika's boot and pulled her back towards her. The impact rolled Erika to her back. Seeing the opening, Barbara dived onto her opponent's body, placing her hands on each shoulder and pining her.

With this, the bell rang again ending the round. Erika was stunned by the power she experienced at the hands of Batgirl. She would not make the same error again. "A good round, my dear. I look forward to our next match." Getting to her feet, she returned to the platform and exited the ring as Sandra returned again to care for her. "You made that look almost too easy, Batgirl. How are you doing?" she asked as she wiped her body down again. "Well, if I can continue to surprise them each round, I have a good chance. I'll let you know after the seventh round. If I can last that long, I will win." Sandra offered her the water bottle, but Barbara thought better, not knowing how long she would have to hold her urine. The drink from the last round seemed to be holding her, so she rinsed her mouth and spit it out of the ring.

As the fight continued, Batgirl managed to meet and beat each twist. For the most part, each fighter stuck to her specialty. June would box and Erika would wrestle. Each time Batgirl would beat the other, and every break Sandra would provide water and towel her down. Neither of the two women fighters demonstrated any desire to cheat up to this point, so Batgirl played the roll straight as her mind would allow. Not being able to relax after a concussion had her in a daze, despite the continued victories in the matches. She was tired, but every time she saw Sandra in her state of bondage, one moment away from being savaged by her captor, she fought to push her instincts aside. She would fight as she agreed. This would not be the first time she was pushed by her opponents and she would win again.

It was now the beginning of the break before the seventh round. Batgirl was feeling the constant state of combat now. Tired and ready for the attention of her 'trainer', she was surprised to see June enter the ring along with Sandra. Erika did not exit the ring at this time. Something was up. Sandra walked up to Batgirl as before. She began by handing the water bottle to her again to rinse her mouth. This time, Batgirl drank to replace the moisture lost during the fights. She was not holding up as well under the rules. Barbara was used to quick, decisive strikes. The long haul was not her strong suit. Battered and weakened by constant combat, Batgirl was soaked in sweat, which Sandra was removing as best as she could.

Batgirl's uniform-or what little was left of it-was damp and loose. The leather bikini bottom held its shape due to the tight draw strings holding the waist and legs. Thankfully she had not faced the devices inserted at the start, now long forgotten in the haze of the concussions and battles. "One last round and this will all be over" she whispered lowly as Sandra wound towels over her head to dry the moisture from her cowl and hair. The two fighters watched with amusement as Barbara eyed their movements, her head bowed from fatigue. "What do they have in mind?" she said to Sandra. Turning her head to examine her trainer's condition, little had changed. The bondage rope job was quite elaborate. Knots and loops extenuated her large breasts and drew attention to her crotch, tightly bunched over by the short skirt. Batgirl noted that her panties and skirt were stained with moisture. "Have they..."

Seeing what Batgirl was looking for, Sandra replied, "No, this is just from all the running back and forth. They have been almost kind to me so far."

This was not to last. As the seconds ticked away, Sandra took her towels and water bottle and moved to the platform. Before she could reach it, Erika grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop. "Wait here. Batgirl, you have done well so far. One last round and you win. But you didn't think we would play perfectly fair, did you?" With this statement, June, now finished removing her blouse and tossing it out of the ring, pulled a card and remote and placed it on Sandra's neck. Pushing the switch, she became a virtual play toy for her captors. Barbara, seeing her mission going out of control, leapt to her feet, only to find her movements hindered by the magnets under the mat. Not fully charged, Batgirl was able to slowly move towards the three women using her strong legs.

Sandra was now being fondled and groped by the two fighters. June was behind her pulling on the ropes and rubbing the knots firmly into her crotch, stimulating the sex underneath. Erika was firmly massaging the large breasts under the thin cloth of the blouse she wore. Batgirl could see all of this from the side profile as she struggled to approach the rape in progress. She moved her arms, hoping to find them useful. Each step drew more and more energy from her weakened body. An adrenal rush flowed through Batgirl's mind, her plan simply to stop the rape she was watching.

As she struggled forward, June turned and saw the state Batgirl was in. How much more reserve did she have to bring to the fight? Could they break her this round? In the last yard, the two backed away, Erika moving to the platform. She gripped Sandra's arm and pulled gently to move her to her platform. June stood her ground as the two others left the ring. Using the remote, she switched off the card as Sandra rose from the floor. With one last tap of her finger, June increased the power to the magnets, pulling Batgirl to the floor in the middle of the ring.

Barbara looked up at the boxer, now half naked in a sports bra and her tight riding pants and boots. A smile played on June's face as she took advantage of Barbara's current pose. "Well, well, well. Shall I work my skills on you, my dear? I'd like to tie you up just like your friend. Maybe when I'm done with the fight, I'll show you everything I've got in mind for your body Batgirl." Still stunned from the ease with which she was contained, she refused to engage in her usual banter. Stony silence was all that met June's remarks. "Shall we continue our match then?" With this, June moved to the corner and removed the magnetic restraints and tossed the remote to the platform, which rose from the mat.

Batgirl, almost unable to rise from the power of the restraint and the weights on her ankles, struggled to move to a position to resist. Her arms were still able to respond to the will of her mind, but her abdomen and legs were weakened due to the constant pummeling. Her mind was now drained after the last act of resistance. This was a calculated risk, but it did allow Sandra to escape the ring with little exposure to the rape. Batgirl knew that Sandra was fully aware of what was happening to her body, just as she felt the devised placed in her own body but was unable to resist or protest the act. The noble act gave the victim some comfort, but at what price?

Batgirl would find out as the bell rang and June moved out. The key advantage to the tag team battle was that Barbara would always be under stress. Her two opponents had ample time to rest while she had to struggle to recover from both the combat and the multiple concussions from earlier that night. As June struck her first blow against Batgirl's raised arm, she noticed a lack of attention in her face. Backing away, she danced around, back and forth, pulling Batgirl's limited focus to its limits. Then, moving her feet with dancing grace, she moved back toward her opponent to strike a firm blow to Batgirl's head. Seeing her shoulders respond, a swift left hook made full contact to her forehead. This made Batgirl's head recoil, stunning her into a standing shock. Her sight blurred and everything went dark for a split second.

Still standing, June paused to enjoy the effect. It took forty five seconds to place Batgirl in this state. Seeing that any blow would drop her, June drew back her right hand and delivered a light blow to the opposite temple, dropping Batgirl to the mat. As her face hit the mat, the bell rang and the round ended.

It seemed an eternity before Barbara was able to realize what had happened, nor did she recall exactly what would happen now. Her lower waist, despite the pounding she had suffered, was now aroused in ways she had not felt since she first entered puberty. A dim memory of the twin sex devices now played in her head like a dream. The power of the vibrating sausages pushing the metal contacts against the skin of her g-spot moved her unlike any other experience she had felt in her short life. The klegal muscles were expanding and contracting, the g-spot was stimulated by both movement and electrical contact, and the other parts of her sexual organs were responding to the rhythm of the movement.

After thirty seconds of this treatment, Batgirl's body gave way to a deep orgasm, flooding her panties with body fluids and soaking the cloth. Once the orgasm finished, the devices were shut down. This orgasm was enough to let Batgirl know what she would have to endure should she loose the next round. The down side to the experience was that she was now even weaker due to the energy expended to achieve the climax. Slowly her mind cleared enough to recall she was still half way through the fight and her mission was still to save the daughter of her father's friend. She must go on.

The bell rang again. Batgirl was just pulling herself up from where she fell on the mat to face Erika. "This will be a wrestling match, Batgirl" came the announcement from the speaker. Jervis was holding to the pattern. Barbara could not use her hands to be effective in a standard wrestling match. The ulterior motives for this choice were that Erika was far stronger as a pro wrestler and she enjoyed close contact with Batgirl's body. There was little disguising the fact that Erika was a lesbian and wanted to spend as much time pinned to Batgirl's sexy form.

Knowing that an orgasm had just occurred in her panties, Erika strode up to Barbara and began to grope at her crotch with one hand while holding her shoulder with the other. Any sense of timing was gone from Batgirl's skill. She could not respond to the events that were being forced on her. The touch of Erika's fingers tenderly poking and rubbing her sex through the layers of warm, wet cloth were strangely comforting. Better this than the constant beatings. She leaned in to accept the pleasure of the massage. Seeing this, Erika intensified her strokes to the area where she thought the clitoris would be. Batgirl's hands hung loose for the first few seconds, then raised to pull herself into her opponent's embrace.

Batgirl changed tactics, as best as her mind could adjust to this situation. Perhaps if she could make this woman cum, she too would fall and allow a pin. As this though passed through Barbara's battered mind, Erika took her hand from the shoulder and began to fondle Batgirl's ass, pulling her even tighter. Only her arm and hand were keeping this from being a lover's embrace. Trying to respond, Batgirl took the back of her gloved right hand and began to insert it into Erika's crotch in an attempt to return the sensation. The movement was welcomed. The results were not what Barbara expected. As they spent the balance of the match stimulating each other, Erika was still expected to place Batgirl on the mat and force her to loose. She withstood the attempts (as good as they were) to rub her clit and take her mind off the fight.

As the last seconds of the round closed in, Erika looked into Batgirl's eyes and said "Sorry but you are still going down." With that, Erika pushed the limp, soaked body of her opponent down with a thud on the mat. She then threw herself onto Batgirl's body, knocking the wind from her lungs. This shocked her mind for a moment, and then she fainted again.

As with the past rounds, a bell could be heard in the distance, but it seemed further away this time. Exhausted, there was no thought to expend on the events that just occurred. All Barbara could do was face the inevitable waves of stimulation that the devices in her crotch would soon expose on her body. She waited only a second, and then the waves swept her as if she were floating in the surf line of a beach. Up and down her hips moved to the stimulation of the devices. The sexual stimulation overwhelmed her mind to the point where she forgot time and reason. Nothing could call her back now. She would only respond to the waves.

The last rounds fell into the same pattern. Each fighter would take turns making short work of Batgirl's situation. Each round would find Barbara weakened and easy to stimulate to a sexual state, then would be pinned at the last moment, then exposed to the power of the devices. Round after round took what energy Batgirl had left to get up and face the next experience, but somewhere in her mind the mission had to be finished somehow: she must save her assigned victim. She would have to last to the last round.

And she did. Because of some specific plan or sheer luck, Batgirl survived with her mind just barely intact. The multiple orgasms left her in a state of arousal, her body almost devoid of fluids, despite the volume of fluids she took in just the hour before. For some reason Barbara did not understand, both June and Erika returned to the ring for the beginning of the fifteenth round. They both stood before Batgirl with a small gap between them.

As Batgirl looked up from her pose on the mat, on her knees and her hands holding her shoulders off the floor, her head turned up to see the body of her friend lowered yet again. This time, she wore her coat and boots. It looked for a moment as if things would be different. June moved to help Sandra over to Batgirl. She held a towel and a bottle of water. The coat was buttoned up, hiding what the two women had done to her. Was she still wearing the bondage ropes underneath it?


End Chapter 1 Part 2

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