The Unmasking of Batgirl

A Super-heroine Fantasy by The Wizard

NOTE: The following story contains elements of an adult nature, and those under 18 years of age, or those who are offended by bondage, non-consensual sex, bondage, rape and torture should read no further.

Batgirl is copyright by DC comics, and is used without their permission or consent. No monetary compensation has been, nor shall be received for the distribution of this story. For the rest of you who crave this stuff, read on and enjoy....

Prologue

Roger Cornby looked out into the darkness of Gotham and waited in the shadows for his victim. He was a large man, a couple inches over six feet and weighed well over two hundred pounds, yet there was very little fat to him. He was dressed all in black from head to toe, despite the heat and humidity of the June night. He even wore thin leather gloves and a black knit hood which only revealed his intense blue eyes which took in everything around him. His ears were programmed to listen for a powerful Japanese motorcycle engine that was customized for it’s rider. He did not hear it yet, but knew that it was still early for her to make her appearance. He had about 12 minutes left before Batgirl made her appearance on the scene. A slight smile crossed his lips under his mask as he anticipated their upcoming meeting. It was a meeting that she would never forget. Roger was a crook by trade. A thief and extortionist of great skill. He had been taught by the best there was. Catwoman. His eyes hardened as he remembered her. Her grace, her skill, her cruelty. She was a very sexy woman, though she preferred women to men, so he had never had the chance to give her a tumble. He wasn’t sure if he would given the opportunity, given her perpetuity for sadism. And two dominants rarely mixed, not without violence, and certainly without joy. He had been one of her many henchmen, until he was “arrested” by Batman several years ago. He had been out of jail for several months now and decided it was time to go into business for himself. He had been fairly successful, but not so much as to attract the attention of Gotham’s Terrific Trio. He didn’t want to take on Batman, and could probably handle Robin with no trouble. But it was Batgirl that he wanted.

It had taken him several months to formulate his plan, steal enough for the capital for his projects, and to set everything up in secret. Even his ex-boss Catwoman had no idea that he was out or had any indication that someone else was ripping off the rich of Gotham. He smirked as he thought that she had probably been blamed for a couple of his crimes. He carefully checked his equipment again to make sure it was all in place and easily accessible when he would need it. All was in readiness. He looked across the alley to the doorway that he had left unsecured and slightly ajar as a lure to Batgirl. It was located where she would ride by it on her regular patrol. He had watched her for a month, following her, timing her, learning her habits. He wasn’t interested in learning who she was, so had left her alone when she went home, usually around the same time each early-morning. No, he would learn all about her soon enough.

Chapter One

Barbara Gordon finished her exercises and opened her secret closet. It was time to become Batgirl and she felt ready. There was something in the air tonight and she wanted to get out into the city. Someone had been making themselves known to her during the last week, burglarizing several penthouses and making off with small fortunes each time. The person was good, able to easily circumvent all alarms, cracking open very secure safes, and stealing only those things that were highly valuable and easily fenceable. She was reminded of Catwoman by this person, but this thief did not seem to have her flair. Catwoman was proud of her crimes and went out of her way to let you know she had ripped you off. This thief often stole things days before the owner knew the objects were missing.

She had a feeling that it was a man, but other than that she knew nothing about him. She had tapped into the Bat-Net to access Batman’s massive data files, but had found nothing on his MO. This “guy” was new to Gotham, and “he” was very, very good. Good, she needed a challenge. It had been pretty boring in Gotham as of late. Summer had come, yet the majority of the crooks had stayed indoors. It was hot, but it was the humidity that kept most from committing major crimes. Sure, her father had his hands full as Commissioner of the Police, but there was nothing to warrant the attentions of Batman, Robin, or her. In fact, it has been days since she had heard from Batman, and she wondered if he was working with the Justice League at the time. Probably, she thought. Batgirl looked into her closet and selected her costume for tonight. It was new and well-made for the weather. She got dressed then gave herself a final look in the mirror. “You’re such a slut, Barbara,” she said to her reflection with a smile on her face. She was very pleased with how she looked.

Facing her was a reflection of a young, beautiful, athletic girl with long red hair. She was dressed in a dark purple two piece suit consisting of very tight low-neck halter top which barely covered her breasts, a dark purple pair of hip-hugger panties which were drawn over a pair of black fishnet pantyhose. She wore a pair of purple thin leather gloves which came to mid-forearm, and a matching pair of knee-high leather boots with 3” heels. Fashionable, yet functional, she thought. Over her face was a new type of black vinyl mask which adhered to her upper face in the shape of a bat. On her chest was her yellow Bat-emblem, which matched her buckle on her yellow utility belt. She ran her hands up and down her flanks, turning so that she could admire her well-toned body. Full firm breasts over a flat tight belly. Long strong legs. She was well-muscled but not so much that she lost her femininity. No one would deny that she was a very sexy woman.

She turned and went into her secret compartment that held her motorcycle, checked the alley monitor to make sure all was clear, opened the secret passage and brought the Bat-Cycle to life, roaring out into the alley then into the streets of Gotham as the passage closed silently behind her. Batgirl was bored. Everyone was inside. Not even any muggers out to kick about. Not that there were any people to mug. She imagined that the power company was keeping busy to keep the power going to everyone’s air conditioners. Complacently she made her routine patrol, looking out for the out-of-ordinary, checking windows and doors. Roger was instantly alert, his heart pumping adrenaline through his system. He could hear her, and she was getting close. He subconsciously melted further into the shadows.

Batgirl drove past the alley, almost not noticing the cracked open doorway to the back of the clothing store. She did not slow down until she was half a block away, then cut the ignition to the motorcycle and turned around, using her momentum to carry her to the edge of the alley. She silently got off the bike and glanced around her. A cat ran past her from the alley, startling her. She glanced down towards the open door and checked the shadows around it. Seeing or hearing nothing, she quickly moved towards the doorway. She listened again, this time concentrating inside the store. Hearing nothing she opened the door just enough to that she could go inside and slipped into the inky darkness of the store.

Roger quickly raised the gun, sighted and fired, the dart zipping through the cracked door and finding its target. Batgirl jumped, letting out a yelp, as she felt a bee-sting on her behind. She turned to look out into the alley as she thought she had heard a noise behind her a milli-second before she was stung. She then saw a movement in a shadowed indentation in the wall opposite her that she had noticed before as Roger with one hand holstered the air pistol and with the other hand raised what looked like a garage door opener in her direction.

Reflexively Barbara took a step back, and was carried to the floor by a weighted net that dropped down onto her from the ceiling. She immediately rose to her knees, deliberately not turning or twisting which would wrap the net around her and reached forward for an edge. She looked up to see that the movement across the alley was now a large shape that was through the door. He was quicker than she, and he grabbed one end of the net and moved around her, twisting her into its tightening folds. She was drawn into a ball and knew that she was in trouble. She started to reach for her utility belt, but found it hard to concentrate on her task. She could not remember what it was that she wanted to get. In fact, it was getting hard for her to move, regardless of the netting which had snared her.

Roger smiled. He had her. He held onto one end of the net and watched the drug take effect on Batgirl. Her eyes blinked and her mouth started to go slack, soon the struggling stopped and he released the slack of the net. Batgirl was still conscious, still aware of what was happening to her, but she could not move or speak. She became aware of the net being removed from her body and looked up to see her capture above her. He was a large man dressed all in black, big without being slowed down by bulk, and she already knew that he was very quick, quiet and fast. She tried to lick her lips to moisten them but could not, her mouth dry.

Roger left her and went out into the alley. A moment later he wheeled her motorcycle into the alley and hid it behind a dumpster, heaping trash onto it. He knew it probably wouldn't be found for another three days until the sanitation crew came by. He then went back into the store and closed the door behind him. He took a small battery-powered lamp from his fanny pack and placed it on a shelf and turned it on so that he could better enjoy his captive. A low soft whistle escaped his lips as he looked down at the helpless heroine at his feet. She was beautiful! His cock started to get hard as he removed the light chains and shackles from their hiding place, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Batgirl.

She moaned softly and was finally able to wet her very dry lips. It seemed as if the drug was wearing off, but she could still not move. Her captor knelt down next to her and rolled her onto her stomach. Another moan escaped Batgirl’s lips as Roger brought her wrists together behind her back and cuffed them together. Another pair of cuffs were fastened around her slim ankles. Roger then could resist no more and ran his large hands over her body. Barbara could feel the blood rush to her face as she felt her captor’s hands on her ass, thighs, and sides. She gasped as she felt her ankles pulled back towards her wrists to which he fastened with a short length of chain.

“No...stop...,” she was finally able to whisper as he flipped her over to grope her breasts. He only spent a quick moment with that pleasure since she was coming out of the stupor quicker than he had imagined. He grabbed the harness gag with one hand, and her face with the other. Her full red lips were parted and he pushed the red rubber ball into her mouth and behind her teeth. One strap he secured the gag behind her head, another strap was fastened under her chin, and yet another ran up over her head to fasten to the main strap in back. He examined closely the face of his captive as Batgirl glared back at him with vivid green eyes. Roger removed Batgirl’s utility belt and then took up several leather straps of varying lengths and bound Batgirl legs further together with straps above her knees and then at mid thigh. He then strapped her elbows together behind her back. Batgirl moaned in discomfort, but had no problem with her elbows touching behind her back. Roger then wrapped two more longer straps around her torso, binding her arms tightly to her body, with one strap above, and the other below her breasts, causing them to jut out further. In addition the body straps caused the chain between her wrists and ankles to shorten, arching Barbara into an even tighter hogtie. Batgirl now started to move, but her movements were limited by her bondage to slow writhing movements. She was helpless.

Batgirl had only been bound so effectively by Catwoman. Now that the drug was wearing off she began to better appreciate her predicament. Being in bondage was always a turn-on for her, and this time was no exception. The danger gave the excitement a spice that she found intoxicating. And this time was certainly different from those times that she had been captured and bound by Catwoman or by Nora Clavicle. This time her captor was a man. Sure, Catwoman had male henchmen at times, but Catwoman always kept her for herself. She knew that this time was different. She wondered if she would be raped. Then as quick as the though came, it left, as she knew that she would (in her secret heart she hoped so), it was only a question of how and when.

Batgirl was able to struggle more and her writhing became harder as she tried to find a weakness in the chains that held her wrists and ankles together. Roger smiled at her determination, and decided it was time for something a bit more strict for her. Taking another short chain he snapped one end to the back of her gag. Batgirl moaned with pain into her gag as he pulled her head back and fastened the other end to her elbow strap. Roger then ran his fingers lightly down her exposed throat, delighting at the softness of it and of her power over her vulnerability and helplessness before him. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on her bondage. The discomfort of the tight arch of her hogtie and his touch was too much for her and she started to get wet from excitement.

Roger glanced at a wall clock and saw that he had time in his schedule for some fun, so he took off his leather gloves so that he could better enjoy the feel of his captive and then began to move his bound captive this way and that, looking and touching. Batgirl writhed as much as the chains and straps allowed as she felt him molest her body, his leather clad hands groping her breasts, her ass, her thighs, running his fingers down her taut belly, enjoying the look of her beneath his drawing hands, admiring the way her muscles moved under her skin. Batgirl gasped and moaned under his ministrations. She was so turned-on by her situation that her struggles were no longer a defiant act against her captor, but of sexual lust and excitement for her bondage and his touch. His fingers were suddenly between her thighs and she knew that she he now knew of her excitement. She screamed into her gag as he pushed his hand between her bound together thighs as she came. He finally made the first sound she heard from him. He laughed. He then rubbed her clitoris under her costume and gave her another orgasm seconds after the first. Roger was getting into his assault of Batgirl, but knew that his time here was running out, so he stopped what he was doing and stood up. A moan escaped Batgirl’s lips and he knew that he was only getting her started. Good. He would let her simmer.

‘God, she’s a hot bitch’, he thought as took a blindfold and covered Batgirl’s eyes. He put his gloves back on, gathered up his things and did a quick wipe-down to remove any fingerprints that he may have left. He turned off the lamp and opened the door. A quick look reveled that the coast was clear and he left Batgirl to get his panel van that was parked near by.

Batgirl’s world was black and quiet now that her captor had left. She rolled about as well as she could, feeling about with her fingertips for her utility belt, or anything that could be used for her escape. She was grateful that he had not placed her in a crossed-ankles hogtie so that she was able to roll. But, it was hard and painful as her bondage was extremely tight, strict and restrictive. She came again as she heard a vehicle pull up outside the door.

Roger left the van running and got out and went to the back to open the rear doors. He opened the door to the store and flipped Batgirl over onto her stomach and picked her up by using the chain between her wrists and ankles as a handle. Batgirl grunted from the added pressure and strain and orgasmed again. He carried her quickly to the van and tossed her in back. Roger shut the doors to the van, locked and closed the door to the store, got in the van and took off his mask. He shot a quick glance at the writhing heroine in rear of the van, smiled and drove off towards his hideout.