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Batgirl and the Squared Circle

Chapter 1, Part 3

by Max Hass

Copyright Dec. 2001, 2003

"Here! let me help you," she said as she moved to give her aid. The fighters took no action to stop her. Barbara welcomed the help. Drinking from the bottle, she felt her body take the fluids as Sandra took a moist, warm towel and cleansed the sweat from her battered body. Try as she might, she could not do anything about the leather bottom, so she rubbed the fluids that found their way out from around the one way plastic ties that held the panties to her crotch. The fighters seemed to want Batgirl to be restored to some fighting state for the last round, so they stood by and watched the tender attentions that Batgirl was receiving from Sandra.

"You have done well so far Batgirl" came from the speakers. The Mad Hatter continued: "So far, you have given and taken from my two fighters. One last round will decide your fate, which is why I've decided to give you a few minutes with our captive. Hopefully you will have some reserve left to meet the final challenge."

With this announcement, June reached down and took one of Batgirl's hands. Noting that June had removed her boxing gloves, she was now able to remove Batgirl's gloves. She unlaced each glove and tossed them out of the ring. As she did this, Erika took the weights from each calf, relieving Batgirl of the pressure on her balance. The final surprise was when June took a small knife and cut the straps that held the leather bottom in place, and then removed it. Standing back, they allowed Sandra to continue to comfort Batgirl.

"Looks like you have had a hell of a time Batgirl" remarked Erika as she examined the volume of liquids that had soaked the lining of the bondage tool that prevented Barbara from expelling the powerful stimulators from her sex and anus. "You impress me more than you know..." June added as she looked over Erika's shoulder at the product of Batgirl's orgasms.

Now with the leather bikini bottom removed, Sandra took care to wipe Barbara dry as much as the towel she had would allow. Already damp and warm from the sweat wiped from other parts of her body, the sensations of the towel stimulated Barbara's heightened libido even more. Leaning to whisper in Batgirl's ear while the two fighters talked to themselves, Sandra asked, "Are you all right?" Barbara turned her head to face Sandra's eyes and weakly nodded in response. "I've been better, but I'll get through this..." she managed to say before her body went limp.

"A new set of rules will apply to the final round, Batgirl" came the voice from the speakers above the ring. The Mad Hatter continued, "Please note the custom bed that we are now lowering into the ring. As his voice finished that sentence, a unique platform was placed on the mat by cables lowered from the dark ceiling above the ring. June and Erika moved to take the cables from the corners of the bed and allow them to rise back out of site.

Sandra gave Batgirl a quick drink of water from the bottle, and then gave her a quick embrace. "Whatever happens Batgirl, thank you for trying to save me..." finished the hostage as the two fighters came for the tired heroine. Taking her by her shoulders, the two picked Batgirl from the mat and held her to her feet. With no perceived resistance, they guided her to the mattress and prepared her for the final round.

This bed was designed for the purpose of placing a woman on either her back or stomach and allow two people to have easy access to all parts of her body. The mattress was cut to allow the breasts to fall out a specific oval hole. The area under the bed was large enough to allow one person to lie beneath the suspended individual and allow full access to the sex and breasts of the person lying in the mattress.

There was a special padded tube framework hinged over the mattress that would allow another person to kneel above and take advantage of any unoccupied openings that the other person lying beneath the mattress could not reach. Sandra stood by and watched as the two women placed Barbara face down on the mattress and secured her wrists and ankles to the framework, assuring that Batgirl would not resist or escape the next round.

Resigned to her position, Batgirl followed the lead of her two captors and allowed herself to be restrained in the custom bed. It was not as uncomfortable as it first appeared. She kneeled first, and then leaned forward onto the mattress. Once she was secured to the mattress, the upper part of the framework was moved into place and lowered over Batgirl's prone body.

Sandra remained on the mat for this round. Batgirl could see that she was safe for the moment. Given the state of her libido and how sexually aroused she had been for the past hour and a half, making these two women cum would be the safest way out. After all, she was not going to be able to fight in her condition and there was no telling what would happen to Sandra if she had tried.

"Here are the rules for the final round Batgirl. Pay attention and you may yet escape with our hostage. So far, we have been taking full advantage of the devices we placed within you. Now, if you want your freedom, all you must now is make my two fighters orgasm like they made you do for the last six rounds. Make them both cum and you and the hostage both go free. There is no time limit. Just make them both cum. It's just that simple."

As Jervis finished his instructions, June and Erika whispered to each other. After a moment, they each took positions in the open spaces of the bed. Erika crawled under Batgirl while June climbed into the upper framework and adjusted the frame to lower her abdomen and hips to embrace those of Batgirl's open hips. The feel of her vulva beginning to rub on Batgirl's anus aroused June with little effort. Just knowing of the stimulators inside her ass and vagina made June horny and ready to spill herself all over her captor.

Erika used a button to lift the platform she now lay on to bring her own body firmly against Batgirl. The mattress that Batgirl was tied to was a very thin but firm and comfortable material that allowed her breasts and hips to move freely against Batgirl's body. Using the switch, she maneuvered her hips squarely against those of her target, placing her pubic mound where she wanted it. Like June, Erika was more than ready to use Batgirl as a sex toy and make herself cum for all she was worth. The real challenge now was not to cum too soon, knowing that this event would most likely end the fun.

Not knowing any of what was going on in her captor's minds, Barbara wasted no time in beginning to rotate her hips against the pressure placed on them by the two women. "Better to try and end this before I pass out from the struggle" was the only thought that passed through her cloudy mind. The energy it took to stroke her sex against the two sets of hips resting on her body was far less than she had first thought.

With the first movement of her hips, Erika began a more intimate tactic on Batgirl. Having access to her face, she could see how her captive was reacting to the situation, though Batgirl had shut her eyes from the moment she began to reply to the challenge. Slowly, she moved her own lips up to meet those of Batgirl. Erika could smell the scent of musk that had been produced from the myriad orgasms over the past hour. This, mixed with the sweat and other odors that came from the numerous rounds, aroused Erika even further than any other event she had been in before.

In a split second, she softly placed her lips on those of Batgirl. A quick slip of a moist tongue brought a bit of lubrication to make the sensations even more erotic. With this first lover's kiss, Batgirl responded by opening her lips slightly and slowly moving her own tongue out to meet the lips that had kissed her.

As this was proceeding, small cameras were being positioned on tiny robotic arms, pivoting and moving lenses to and fro. The lights had been brought up slowly, almost imperceptible to the groggy mind of the hostage in the bed. With Batgirl's face now buried in the framework, Sandra strode to the foot of the bed from where she had waited while the two fighters secured her to the bed.

Reaching into the pocket of her coat, she removed a copy of the remote controller that activated the dual stimulators deep inside Batgirl. Now that the fight was almost over, it was time to accelerate the action and end this phase of the plan. "Jervis has been very helpful," thought Sandra as she looked at the remote. "Sometimes it does pay to have low friends in high places..." While she stood and watched the writhing of the bodies in the bed, she pushed the two buttons that activated the devices. A small slider, much like those found on conventional vibrators, regulated the strength of both stimulators.

Not wanting the fun to end too soon, Sandra started the probes at the second level. Considering the state that Batgirl's body and mind were in at that moment, she would not notice the difference between the stimulation of the two fighters and the stimulators. There would be a secondary bonus to this situation:  the secondary electrical stimulations would transmit from Batgirl's body to those of her 'lovers,' driving them both to even stronger erotic satisfaction. The only remaining question: Could Batgirl remain conscious long enough to make these two professionals cum before passing out?

The long, slow grind continued for what seemed like eternity. The two fighters found a rhythm and met Batgirl's hips and chest with a movement like a series of waves. The bed that Batgirl was secured to flexed and undulated to that movement, making the grind even more powerful.

Seeing the effectiveness of the energy the two devices were producing, Sandra looked closely at the switches on the remote control. There was one sure way to provoke a massive climax and send all three women over the top at once. With a flick, Sandra sent one more command to the stimulators, and then looked at the last button that would trigger a final, total orgasm that would end this fight once and for all.

The two probes began to send a new set of stimulation to the muscles and flesh around them. The contractions now shifted, slowly propelling both probes back out of Batgirl's body. She still felt the power of the sexual stimulation from them, but she also realized that they were being expelled by her womb and anus. Not knowing how or why this was happening, Barbara, through the haze of the building orgasm, thought it was her own body that was pushing them out.

Without any sign of resistance, she sensed the small probes slide out, continuing to jolt her body with triggers that drove her libido on to a final orgasm. Despite the fatigue, Batgirl still believed that she would beat these two henchfems and win the release of the young lady waiting for her victory.

The probes were forced closer to the surface of Batgirl's body. One side result of this was that the two fighters began to experience the effects of the stimulation as well. The skin and moisture conducted the energy from body to body. All three women were lost to the effects now.

In the control room above the ring, several monitors were displaying various angles and scenes in real time. Close ups, wide shots, sweat soaked skin, tattered clothes, her sexual organs grinding and churning away in a blind haze.

Jervis Tetch watched the controls of the recorders and the hard drives taking in all the digitized imagery and sounds the many cameras and microphones took in from the mat. Once edited, this video would be a multi-million dollar seller in the US, Europe and Asia! This would be the easiest money he'd ever made, and if his partner were willing, this would not be the last time he'd have the chance to document the ongoing downfall of a former super hero.

Barbara was lost in the haze of the power that the devices had her mind under. No thought would form now, no logic to resist the situation. Not even the ability to reason against the two women now kneeling and rubbing her body in a nonstop race towards a final orgasm so overwhelming, she would most likely pass out from it. Her reserves were worn away and she just rode this wave of flesh and stimulation to the end.

The devices had almost reached the mouths of their respective orifices. While the two fighters continued to work on Batgirl's sexuality, they were now subject to the effects of the devices as well. This, in turn, pushed their sexual desires into a state of acceleration, bringing both of them to a climax as well. The only persons remotely aware of this situation were The Mad Hatter and his partner, Sandra. She had joined him in the control booth, watching the responses on all the monitors with great interest.

With a hand on his shoulder, Sandra nodded her head up and down. The controls for the stimulators were brought back to maximum. In moments, all three women were shaking as if their bodies were being jolted with electricity. The jolts were the body's responses to the sexual energy all three women were creating in this orgy. As the contortions continued, Erika could no longer control her sexuality and began to cum, almost beyond her control. With the contractions came a relief of a climax so stunning, Erika passed out.

Meanwhile, June had been responding to the effects far more than her partner. As she rocked her hips, driving her sex deeper against the spread cheeks of Batgirl's ass, she bounced and ground her vagina like she was riding a horse. With the final emergence of the anal stimulator, June's clitoris was jolted so profoundly, the orgasm was beyond control, flooding Batgirl's anus with volumes of hot liquids.

With the two women now spent and the devices at the boundary of her sex, Barbara, now soaked with massive amounts of her opponents' body fluids, was driven over the top and joined the others in a final climax. In the end, Batgirl had outlasted her opponents, but only by a matter of seconds. With the experience of the climax passed, Batgirl passed out in the center of this plot.

Later, as Barbara finally opened her eyes, she found herself looking up at Sandra, vaguely hearing words begin to form in her still tired mind. "Batgirl, I don't know how you did it, but you beat them both at their own game! Once they saw those two fighters cum before you passed out, they dropped into the ring and pulled them off of you. True to his word, Mad Hatter cut me free and left me here to take care of you once you came to. He had his so called 'masterpiece' to keep him and his friends happy."

As Sandra spoke, she lifted a bottle of water to Batgirl's chapped lips, gently squirting water over her teeth and gums in an attempt to wash away the cum of one of the now defeated fighters. Batgirl rinsed her mouth with the water and spit the taste of it out and coughed. Almost croaking, she asked, "Are you all right?" Leaning down to the now seated Batgirl, Sandra silently gave her a long soft hug. As she ended the hug, she spoke; "Compared to what you just went through, I got off easy. With that, Sandra opened her coat to show the stained and wrinkled clothes still clinging to her own body. "I'll survive. My first date was almost as bad..." she joked to try to make Batgirl smile.

"Speaking of dates, let's go back to my apartment Batgirl and I'll help nurse you back to health. I'm sure you don't want to go to a hospital or anything, given your secret identity...," continued Sandra, in hopes that this invitation would be accepted and the new relationship they had formed would continue. Kneeling down, Sandra helped Batgirl to her feet and over to one of the lifts that would take them from the ring. While Batgirl leaned on her right shoulder, Sandra patted her left jacket pocket to check the two probes and the remote control that had brought Batgirl to her emotional turning point. The next encounter would bring her even closer to being dominated by Sandra and her secret plot.


End Notes:

First off, I'd like to thank E.N. Curie for his stories and art. They had a profound impact on my current story arc. I hope I can do this genre some good with this new series.

While I was inspired by the 1960's Batman TV series and comics, I did not visualize the original characters from those projects for this story. This was going to be a mix of time frames and technologies that did not exist 40 years ago.

A quick example of the paradox I faced is that the inspiration for the stimulators came from those trendy muscle stimulator belts that were being advertised on television over the past two years. If only this technique would do what I suggested in this story.

The final product didn't turn out as bad as I first expected. This work took about a month to flesh out and nearly two years to edit.

Needless to say, I don't plan to kill any main characters in the telling of these stories. As I've said before, I push characters to the edge but never over it.


End Chapter 1 Part 3


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