by Storywriter
Batgirl checked out the view from her perch on the rooftop, wishing it was
a little cooler. Her outfit didn't exactly keep her warm, but her outfit
wasn't designed for that. Her outfit was designed to keep every punk's
thoughts on her breasts and vagina, and ignore the straight kick in heels
that was heading for his face. Her outfit tonight was no exception; she was
wearing the equivalent of a sports bra and a bikini bottom. Her bosom was
being well hugged, and dental floss for her butt was an accurate description
of the rear view. There was a bat symbol on her pelvis; which seemed to
automatically draw eyes down there.
Still, the temperature and activity was high enough to make her sweat!
Sure, the wind blew by every now and then, but it was summer in Gotham, and
when summer was here, every punk in town wanted to get out and smash
something. So far she had taken out three muggings, and two attempted rapes
that night, and it was only nine o'clock p.m.! Right now there didn't seem
to be any activity, but this was a notorious crime area, and she bet that
within five minutes something would happen.
Wait! There seemed to be movement in the alley below, and Batgirl bent
over nearer the edge, trying to see what was happening.
Whap! A powerful force sent a padded bag straight into her face, knocking
her back, and making her feel dizzy for a second. The bag fell to the
ground near her feet, and started emitting a large cloud of gas. There was
too little time for Batgirl to recover her wits, and she fell to the ground,
fast asleep.
When Batgirl awoke, she found her self spread eagled and gagged (as usual),
and inside a tower of some sort. She slowly moved her eyes from side to
side, trying to see her location, without giving away the knowledge that she
was awake.
"Don't bother faking it Batgirl, I know you've been awake for the past
three point seven seconds," a nasally voice said from beside her. "You
might as well open your eyes and see where you are and what I have for you."
Batgirl opened her eyes fully, knowing that when the Bad Guy knows you're
awake, it is considered dangerous not to agree. Batgirl looked around, and
saw that she was in a clock tower. Suddenly the voice came to her; it was
Temple Fugate! The crazy loon who was determined to use his exact timing to
keep Batman off his back, and take out the city mayor. He wasn't dangerous,
normally, but being tied up around someone who thought in terms of
hundredths of a second wasn't that good a career move.
Looking around, Batgirl could see that she was tied to a frame that had her
wrists and ankles attached to it, and her sports bra, belt, and bikini
bottom were lying in one corner. Wait a minute.
Batgirl looked down, and saw that she was naked, in the areas that villains
seemed determined to keep her from covering. At least her mask was still
on, but there seemed to be something sticking out from behind her that was
visible from between her legs.
"As you can see, I've taken care to keep your uniform intact. I have no
intention of hurting you, merely neutralizing you for at least three hours
and five minutes.
"The item you see sticking out from below you is attached to the large bell
behind you. It comes out five feet, up four inches, and back four feet,
then sticks upward for two feet. The part that sticks upward will go inside
your vagina, and will be the means that you will use to get free."
Batgirl started struggling, determined not to let a third string villain
get the better of her like this. But the locks resisted her best efforts,
and no amount of struggling helped her position, which was very vulnerable.
"I will now lower your platform, and carefully guide the upright inside
you. If you hold still, I will be able to guide it better, and you will not
risk injury when the process starts."
Batgirl felt the platform starting downward, and held herself absolutely
still. She knew that Fugate told the truth, and that could be dangerous for
someone of his twisted genius. If he said that she would not be harmed if
she held still, she wouldn't; also, if he said that she would be neutralized
for three hours, she would not be able to escape for at least three hours.
She felt the first caress of the metal against her lips, and tensed herself
against the entry.
"Batgirl, if you tense while the platform is going down, the upright might
end up in the wrong place. I suggest you relax. You will need your
strength later."
Batgirl relaxed, and felt the upright slowly go into her. It didn't go all
the way, which meant that she wasn't filled, but the part inside her
reminded her that it was going to do something, and she would not like it.
It was also strangely thinner than most of the dildos and vibrators that
most villains had used on her, but Batgirl was not about to complain.
"There. It is in, and precisely on schedule. It is now exactly thirty
seconds to nine thirty on this clock, and I need to get a belt ready for
you." Batgirl felt a belt go around her waist, and there seemed to be some
sort of sensors that were attached to various strategic portions of her
anatomy. "There. This belt will sense every time you have an orgasm, and I
will give you a hint; more is better. We now have five seconds to go before
nine thirty."
Batgirl counted out five seconds, and grimaced as she heard the chimes from
the clock tower. She wondered what was going to happen, when suddenly, the
big bell behind her boomed.
BOONNNGGGGG!!!
The bell resonated from the single stroke that had signified nine thirty,
and the rod attached to the bell began to vibrate. That rod ran out, up,
back, and into Batgirl's vagina. The vibrations from the bell followed the
same route, and the upright inside her started vibrating and penetrating at
a rate of thirty vibrations per second. Her vagina hadn't been able to keep
its own anticipation down, and it let loose its siren songs of pleasure,
orgasming furiously. Batgirl cried out against her gag, rolling in the
waves of pleasure from her vagina, luxuriating in the feel, letting the
pleasure consume her.
When she finally regained consciousness, Fugate was busy looking not at her
heaving body, but at some readout in his hand. Jerk! He made her have that
massive orgasm, and he didn't even look at her to see how it went!
"Interesting. According to my instruments, you managed to achieve four
distinct orgasms from one ring." With that, he attached a wire from the
belt to the device in his hand, and set it to Batgirl's left, so she could
see it. The display currently said '4' on it, and as she watched, Fugate
pushed a button, and the display now read '140'. Batgirl wondered what that
meant, and had a sinking feeling she would find out.
"As you can see Batgirl, the display now reads one hundred forty on it.
When it reads zero, the system will wait thirty seconds, release your legs,
wait exactly ten seconds, then release your arms. From then on you will be
free, and you can recover your equipment, and continue your nightly work.
The basis for the number one hundred forty is this; that bell rings not only
on the half hour, but also on the hour, and it gets one stroke for the
hour's time. At ten o'clock it will ring ten times and so forth.
"I based my numbers on the need to keep you busy until twelve oh five am
exactly, and merely counted the number of chimes between nine thirty one and
twelve oh five am. That number is thirty five. Since one chime just now
was able to give you four orgasms, thirty five chimes should give you one
hundred forty orgasms.
Batgirl pulled at her restraints in fury, raging against the person who
would use her own body's response against her in such a clinical manner. It
was different with the others, who had taken delight in her struggles and
pleasure/pain orgasms, but Fugate was different. He was simply listing what
the effects were as if it were a simple mechanism that would function, not a
mechanism that could induce massive pleasure in the recipient.
"However, I did take into the possibility that your sexual nature was not
capable of performing the orgasms quickly enough. . ."
Batgirl pulled again, angry with him for not only using her sexual side
against her, then claiming that it wasn't enough.
". . .so I included a little something extra. At exactly ten minutes after
midnight, a second set of devices will start. First, your mask will be
taken off. Second, your breasts will be pumped for anything they have.
Third, four smaller dildos will pump your vagina. Fourth, two other dildos
will start pumping your anus. They will be well lubricated, so don't worry
about that. The part you will have to worry about though, is the bell. It
will begin striking continuously until you have reached zero on the counter.
Since that ringing will attract considerable attention, and your mask will
be off, I suggest you have as many orgasms as quickly as possible.
"Also, to prevent hearing damage, I will put a pair of ear pads onto you."
Fitting action to words, Batgirl felt a set of padded ear muffs get put onto
her ears. What she didn't know was that a small antenna was attached to the
headpiece of the earmuffs, allowing radio signals to be received. "Now, I
will leave you alone with yourself." With that final comment, Fugate left
the tower.
Batgirl squirmed in her bonds, worried now. At least he had decided to
compliment her sexual side, and allow her to escape using it. But, she now
had to orgasm as quickly as possible, or she could be caught by anyone
walking by. If some gang came up here, and saw her like this, they would. .
.
A drop of moisture formed at her entrance, as Batgirl thought about what a
gang of twenty or so street punks would do if they found her, what they
would make her do over and over.
Batgirl shook herself. If she thought like that long enough, she'd never
be able to do her job, since if she thought like that when she had to fight,
she'd get captured by a bunch of street punks in no time. She get captured,
stripped, and then they would keep her in their base during one of their
next robberies. That robbery would probably occur at a sex toy store, and
they would ring back several boxes. Several big boxes, filled with toys.
And then they would use the toys on her, first one at a time, then two, then
adding more until every toy possible would be attached to her body in every
way possible. There'd be vibrators in her mouth, dildos attached to her
ears, and fake cum being poured onto her body while in her vagina would be-
'Wake up! These thoughts are going to get you so horny you can't even
concentrate on your own alter-ego's work.'
What Batgirl didn't know was that the ear covers had small speakers in
them, and Fugate had recorded several hours of ideas on them, and was now
playing them at a very low volume. He figured that if he played the
messages enough, there would be a massive gang rape at a time between twelve
o'clock and twelve thirty. Not a gang raping one woman, but one woman
raping a gang.
Bing- bang-ben-bom. Bom-bum-bem-bum. The bells started chiming.
BOONNNNGGGG!!!!!
Batgirl convulsed as the first chime rang out, feeling her vagina release
more joy into her brain than she had been expecting, based on the initial
strikes she had received at nine thirty. She felt two orgasms almost
immediately, and a third one building in her.
BOONNNNGGGG!!!!!
Another two orgasms exploded out in quick sequence. A second went by, and
she felt a third orgasm go, and a fourth one built-
BOONNNNGGGG!!!!!
Orgasms fired again and again, sending Batgirl on a cascade to bliss.
Batgirl lost track at this point, just trying to lose herself in order to
have forty orgasms in less than thirty seconds.
When Batgirl awoke, she looked at the counter and stared. "One fifteen!
There's no way I only had just twenty-five orgasms with that much pleasure
pumping me. Darn sensor's probably messed up."
Batgirl was right. She had actually had thirty five, but Fugate wanted to
make sure she was out of the way, so he had hurriedly added a few more while
she had passed out. He had never said that he would leave the counter
alone, merely that when it reached zero that she would be released. He
figured that he would only have two more times when this would occur, but it
would be worth it. He also stared at the video monitor beside him;
relishing in the idea of having this video for when he was bored at home.
In the meantime, he would have exactly fifty eight minutes and twenty
seconds to get some sleep before eleven o'clock, when he would add more
orgasms.
Batgirl had no knowledge of this, just of the fact that at this rate, she
would only have accomplished eighty seven more orgasms before the bell went
steady with her. That would giver her a total of one hundred twelve orgasms
done, and twenty eight to be quickly administered by the bell and
accessories.
Time went by, and Batgirl heard the familiar chimes as ten thirty
approached. Batgirl paused, then relaxed as she awaited the bong that would
release her pleasure centers from their expectation. She had fantasized
three times since ten o'clock, so her vagina was ready for anything that
would cum.
BOONNNNGGGG!!!!!
Batgirl writhed in ecstasy as the vibrations went through her. sending
their messages of release into her brain. She threw back her head in a
wordless scream as the sensation flooded her brain, letting the pleasure
wash over her again. She shook in her bonds, and her breasts heaved and
bounced as she spasmed. The sensations from her body writhing brought her
to another orgasm, and she rode it for as long as she could, but the sensor
had only recorded the main sensation, and her total for this ring was three.
"MMMMmmmmmmmpppphhh," came from behind the gag as Batgirl groaned in
frustration. If she didn't get her orgasms going, the bell would definitely
leave her shaken, not stirred.
Her mind stirred as the ear covers sang their song of seduction. She
imagined that she had been caught by Nora Clavicle again, and she was in the
stretching eagle frame. What happened in that frame was that every time she
moved, it would tighten the straps to her wrists and ankles by a fraction of
an inch. It would also simulate her body, so that the sensation would be
too much, and she had to move. But now it was different. Each time she
orgasmed, the reels taking up the bonds released three inches for every
orgasm she had. She imagined herself in a new trap, just orgasming over and
over. Nora would bring in an IV line, providing Batgirl with nourishment,
so Batgirl would never die, just be an unending orgasm organic machine,
receiving pleasure, and never resisting it.
Never resisting it. . .
Batgirl shook her head. She was starting to give in to the thought that
she should be raped every time she worked on a crime. If she kept on
thinking like this, then she would have to have sex with every person on the
street before she fought them. And if they left her in a tied up position,
with sex toys running full bore, just left her there to stew in her own
sexual juices-
"mmmmm," came from Batgirl as she thought about what would happen and what
would be done to her body in such a situation. Every serial rapist in town
would come to where she was, enjoying her body every day. 'At least the
number of rapes in Gotham would go down,' she thought to herself.
Batgirl shook her head yet again, trying to banish the images of her on the
'receiving' end of all those rapists. Yet the thought remained, that by
using her sex, crimes in the city would go down.
Bin-ban-ben-bom. Batgirl heard the chimes begin again, and commanded
herself to relax, and let the pleasure flow over her. She felt her body
relax, then go into sexual mode, to let the pleasure flow through her and
bring her through this night quickly.
BOONNNNGGGG!!!!!
Batgirl lost herself in the pleasure rush that occurred, the waves flooding
into her brain at a rate that she couldn't comprehend, and couldn't take the
time to pay attention to individually. She thrilled to the bondage, the
power, the vibrations, the danger of not being sexual enough. She rode the
wave, determined to stay there as long as possible.
Fugate had woken up exactly on schedule, and turned to Batgirl's image. He
watched as she had tensed her body in preparation for the vibrations coming,
and when she started shaking, he knew that she was losing herself in the
orgasms. He quickly added twenty five to her total, extending the time she
would be mechanically raped.
Batgirl stirred, trying to wake up from the pleasure wave that had crashed
over consciousness, leaving mental wreckage behind. She remembered a
counter, and looked over at it. It now read seventy eight. Doing some
subtraction, Batgirl calculated that she had experienced thirty four
orgasms. She was doing a bit better, but Batgirl inwardly cringed at the
thought of those machines relentlessly pumping her for some total on a
screen.
The thought of machines pumping her, and the speakers, reminded her of when
she had been pumped by those three robots of the Joker's. They had managed
to reduce her so that when Joker, Riddler, and Penguin had tied Catwoman and
her up to be blown to pieces, she had not even noticed. This time, it would
not be one robot pumping her crotch, but what would seem like four, plus the
bell. Here would now be two robots pumping her anus, and a third using her
breasts for modeling clay practice.
Batgirl began to writhe as the thought of perpetual stimulation ran through
her brain, and her mind immediately came up with the idea of serving the
gang while vibrators were in her crotch, and her bosom was for anyone to
grope. She would be pulled down, and forced to give oral pleasure to anyone
at anytime, and anyplace.
'Whoah' thought Batgirl. 'A few more thoughts like that, and I'll get my
own nine hundred number.' Or course there were all those web pages about
her that she visited, but this would be the real thing, and would probably
ring off the hook. It would definitely help pay the bills though.
Batgirl passed the time to eleven thirty, imagining some of the stories she
would tell to callers; most of which would be true.
Eleven thirty came, Batgirl came three times, and her mind went back to the
thought of all those gang members being served by her. Her mind, and the
speakers, replaced those gang members by a sex club, with her as a glass
column girl. She would be inside a glass column, with one way mirrors so
all she could see was herself. There would be small doors around the
column, where customers would put their penises in, and she would have to
get them off. There would be a one minute limit per penis, and if she
didn't get it off, she would have to service it over and over. There was
also the entry wall, where women would be bent over, with their bodies in a
doggy style position, but with a wall around their waists separating their
upper halves from their lower halves. She could just imagine totally
unknown people shoving whatever they wanted to into her vagina and anus,
with her unable to predict what would be next and for how long.
Batgirl lost herself in this dream, until she heard the familiar tunes
rousing her crotch to pleasure. The hammer within rang twelve times, and
Batgirl's body writhed as the sensations fed into her were too much for her
to handle. The tidal wave of orgasms crashed into her mind, and she passed
out.
When Batgirl awoke a few minutes later, she looked at the counter. It now
read forty. 'Only thirty five orgasms' Batgirl thought. 'Maybe if I use my
imagination, that upright, and some struggling, I can get a few less.'
After six minutes of wiggling, writhing, and her imagination, the counter
now read thirty seven. She had managed to reduce the counter, but she knew
that she had better hang onto her sanity, or tomorrow's paper would have an
extra special spread on it.
Machines whirred, her mask went off, and Batgirl felt the items go to work
on her. She shouted out her frustrations to the world, and tried her best
to orgasm as rapidly as possible, before somebody came up here and saw her.
One minute went by, and the counter read twenty-eight. The second minute
went by, and it was down to eighteen. The third minute went by, and it she
was just seven orgasms from freedom, but the church minister was waiting
below with the church manager, who was fumbling through his keys for the
right one. CLICK! He found the right one, and started up the stairs,
determined to stop the ringing so he could get some sleep.
Bing, bing, bing, bing, whirr. The machine reached zero, and started the
process to releasing Batgirl. Batgirl woke up quickly when her legs swung
together. The breast and crotch devices were still working, so she had to
concentrate to keep from falling. While looking down to see how to remove
the implants, Batgirl saw a cone of light. Someone was coming up the
stairs. With not much time left, Batgirl quickly gathered up her outfit and
belt, trying to ignore the sensations being delivered express to her brain
by the gizmos, and making sure there was no unnecessary evidence to
implicate her. The bell had also stopped, and the people below seemed to be
ambiguous about continuing.
The church manager was glad that the bell had stopped. The church minister
had wanted to see what the matter was, but was now happy the ringing had
stopped. The minister told he church manager that he was coming up in the
morning to see that the problem had been corrected, and to make sure that
nothing happened until then. The manager told him that he would make sure
that if anything else happened in the church that he would take care of it,
and the minister went back to his apartment to sleep. Batgirl swung out
over the rooftops, taking careful swings, because she still had the devices
in her, and she was on the edge of a series of orgasms. She was trying to
hold them off, but it wouldn't be much longer. There! Ahead was a roof
with several loud air conditioner units, and her screams of pleasure would
be lost there. Batgirl landed there, got behind several units so she wasn't
visible from the edge, then let loose her pleasure. She screamed her joy
for a full minute, then sat back to relax. The devices didn't relax though,
and she went to another set of orgasms, shaking her body to be free of the
effects.
Batgirl was finally able to take off the devices and turn them off.
However, a couple of the devices looked promising, and she took them back to
her apartment, planning to combine them with other toys she had there. She
went back to her apartment and stripped the remaining parts of her uniform
off. She hadn't felt the need to put her outfit back on, and the sensation
of swinging free with the air rushing over her had been exhilarating. She
made it back to her apartment, where she promptly went to sleep.
The church manager went to the loft, where Batgirl had been orgasming for
her identity for the past several hours. Slowly and meticulously he packed
up the devices there, restoring the place to its prior condition. He had
other plans for Batgirl, but they would have to wait. After all, Timing is
everything.
The real church manager lay on his bed in the basement. Someone had
offered him several thousand dollars to simply sit here in his room, while
the stranger went out to check on the problem with the bell. He hadn't
wanted to get out of bed, so he had said yes, after accepting the money of
course. The stranger had taken care of the problem, and he was three
thousand dollars richer.
PA Batgirl looked over the roof edge. The three sets of bank robbers had
looked surprised to see her there, especially she was using her armor in
stealth mode, with stealth mode set to appear as the first Batgirl. She had
managed to capture them all, and the cops had shown up soon after. She
wondered where Batgirl was, but the bank robbers had a higher priority on
her queue, and so she had dealt with them first.
Barbara woke up the next morning with a very satisfied grin on her face, as
she recalled some of the images hat had gone through her head the previous
night. She got out of bed, and logged onto her news site, intending to read
the latest on news in Gotham. She saw that there had been some vandalism in
the bell tower where she had been held, but she read further, and realized
that Fugate had managed to remove all evidence that she had been
bell-banged. She looked at another article, and saw that three bank
robberies had been foiled by Batgirl as well, and smiled, thinking Fugate
was now wondering what had really happened last night.