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....

CHAPTER TEN

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All across the United States, and indeed the world, local programming was suddenly interrupted with a strange test pattern consisting of a clown's face. People stopped what they were doing and turned towards thier television sets as a hideous and disturbing laugh flowed from the sets. Just as thousands of viewers, if not millions started to reach for thier remotes to change the channel, the picture changed, this time showing the purple clad heroine, who many knew as Batgirl, bound spread eagle on a odd looking table with the words "THE UNMASKING OF BATGIRL, GOTHAM CITY'S ANGEL OF THE DARK. STARRING....?????....TO BE REVEALED!!!" scrolling across the screens. Many people could not read the words because they did not understand English. Many did not even recognize the heroine before them on thier television screens. All they knew is that this show was different. Most viewers, especially those in the United States, particularily those in Gotham City, immediately stopped what they were doing to watch the unfolding drama.

Within minutes, if not seconds, phones were ringing across the land, with the news of Batgirl's capture and imminant unmasking. Some giving the news with malicious glee, others with serious concern. It was those, primarily in the law enforcement community, raced to find out where the signals that were taking over the airwaves were coming from. They knew it would take time. Time that Batgirl did not have.

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Batgirl looked in horror at her image in the monitors, knowing that it was being broadcast all around the world...LIVE!! She tugged frantically at the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles, that were slowly being spread wider and wider. Soon her struggles turned to a series of isometric exercises, as she could only tense and relax her muscles as she felt her body stretched to it's limits.

"Aaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh", she groaned from the strain, as well as her frustration on not being able to free herself. Her eyes flicked constantly to and from the large monitor above her. She strained to look between her breasts as she heard a whirring noise between her legs.

The Joker giggled as the device between her legs came to life. Batgirl's body was now stretched to it's maximum. Her limbs quivering like bow strings. She looked up at the monitor and gasped as she saw a series of tiny blades moving out from the device, the small saws buzzing faster and faster as it articulated down and forwards towards her crotch.

"Nooooooooooooooo!!!!", she screamed, and her body arched on the table as she tried to pull herself away from the miniature blades that moved closer and closer to her crotch.

"I would hold still if I were you, Bat-Wench! Else those blades may cut away more than just your costume! hehehehehheehhehehh!!", the Joker cackled madly.

"My...my...costume?!?" Batgirl looked back to the monitor and the close up, seeing that the blades were small, of the size and type of seam cutters. She shuddered and tried to relax her body, hoping that all that her captors wished to cut was just the cloth over her pussy. Her breasts heaved up and down as she stared at the monitors watching the slow and careful advance of the articulating device, her eyes wide and unblinking so that small tears formed to run down along her cheeks inside her cowl.

"Ohhh...nooooooo," she moaned and clenched her eyes closed tight as the tiny blades tore into her crotch. She froze her body immobile and sucked in a deep breath as the tiny saw buzzed against her, tearing the crotch of her costume apart and baring her pussy.

"Ugghhhhhhhhhh", she groaned through clenched teeth as she felt an orgasm surging through her, the muscles on the insides of her thighs quivering as she struggled to keep the orgasm from ripping through her, that could drive her vulnerable pussy against the tiny spinning saw. Just when she thought she could no longer contain herself, the arm shifted back from her, and the high pitched buzzing stopped.

"OOOOoohhhhhhhhhhhhh", she gasped, and the orgasm was finally allowed release, flowing powerfully though her taut body as she physically and mentally relaxed and took a deep breath.

"Now...for the REALLY FUN part, Bat-Babe!! See that dildo between your legs?", the Joker asked as he played with the controls before him. Batgirl, biting her lip, looked up at the monitor as one of the screens changed to show the spectacular vibrator, complete with knobs and an articulating head. She felt a twinge within her loins, and felt herself lubricating more in eager anticipation for her penetration.

"It is linked to that device that grips hold of your cowl. hehehehehe!! Like I said, it would be YOU who unmasked yourself!"

"Wha...what do you mean?!?", she stuttered as her eyes flicked to the monitor that showed her face close up, examining the tiny grippers that held the bottom edge of her cowl, attached to small arms that would obviously peel the cowl up and off her face.

"The more you cum, Bat-Slut...the further your mask goes! hehehehehehehehe!!", the Joker giggled as he pressed the button that activated the dildo, and the arm lifted up, then tilted so the tip pointed towards the tear at Batgirl's crotch.

"No! No!!! You can't do this to me, dammit!!!", she yelled at a camera overhead, her screaming vision streaming out to beam around the world into countless thousands of television sets.

"Aaaahhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm", she then moaned, her eyes rolling in her head as the vibrating dildo first touched her bared pussy and another orgasm ripped though her body, the bondage and danger of being unmasked taking hold of her and refusing to let her go. Such was always her darkest nightmare, one that she would wake up wet and gasping, in a cold-sweat, her blankets soaking with her juices as she came at the moment she pictured herself in her minds eye having her mask finally torn away to reveal Barbara Gordon.

"Uuuugggghhhhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned again as her toes curled in her boots as the vibrator started to enter into her. Batgirl started to take deep breaths. She HAD to clear her mind, to concentrate her senses away from the....

"Ahhhhaaa ahhhhhhhh hhaaaahhhhhhhh," she gasped as the vibrator suddenly thrust the rest of the way into her. Her pussy muscles spasmed as another orgasm struck through her. A sensor within the vibrator sensed her orgasm, and the tiny clamps that held her cowl moved the edge of Batgirl's cowl away from her face, but not moving it upwards...yet.

"NNNNNnnnggggggggggggg", Batgirl groaned as she dug her fingertips into her palms in a desperate search to distract her body from the huge dildo inside her. Her eyes snapped to the monitors again, being drawn to the view showed by the camera facing her from between her legs with perverse curiosity.

The Joker chuckled again and pressed another button and turned the vibrator up to full power.

"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!", Batgirl screamed with pleasure as the slowly buzzing vibrator suddenly started to buck inside her. Another massive orgasm shot through her, her inner juices oozing from around the base of the vibrator to drip to the tables surface under her. A shudder went through her body and her eyes shot back to the monitor to see the edge of her cowl pulled up a bit.

"Plleee...pleaa...please! Joker! No...I beg of you!," Batgirl gasped as she writhed against the table top, watching herself reflected from the multi-screen display. Her secret dream, her worst nightmare was becoming a reality. She knew that there was nothing she could do except to watch herself unmasked in a television screen as would, perhaps millions, of others around the world.

As a response, the Joker flipped a switch at the control panel, turning on the articulating head of the dildo that buzzed away in the helpless heroine spread obsenely before him. He laughed with glee as he watched Batgirl arch her back as the head started to pulse in and out and around inside her, driving her to cum again. His eyes moved to the facial close up to see more of the Dark Damsels face being revealed.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Batgirl moaned in anger, frustration, and ectasy as she felt her cowl moving up her face, centimeter by centimeter. She wanted to rip her head to the side so that the tiny clamps would be torn from the cowl's edges, but the strap about her neck held her head tight to the table. Her vision was now partially obscured since her eyeholes where no longer centered over her eyes.

"UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!", she then groaned as another sensation joined the others inside her highly sensitive vagina as the large knobs began to pulsate in and out against the walls of her pussy after the Joker pressed another button before him on the control panel. The resulting orgasm was intensly powerful, and Batgirl felt the cowl being pulled further.

"Noooooo," she moaned, her vision now totally obscured by the lower edge of the cowl over her eyes. She knew that one more, at the most two, orgasm would pull the edges up over her eyes, and reveal her face to all. She bit down hard on her lower lip and tried to calm her pounding heart. She wanted to howl with frustration, but instead used her emotions to try to steel herself against futher stimulation.

It was moments like this that time stood still for Batgirl, and this was no exception. Bound helplessly always seemed to turn time upside-down for her. She didn't know if a second had past, or a hour. Time was only measured by the excited beating of her heart, the number of breaths that she took, and the number of orgasms that shook her time and time again. Batgirl tried to draw further into her mind, away from the body that lay stretched on a table under a multitude of unblinking cameras. She licked her lips, and tasted the sweet coppery taste of blood, realizing that she had bit her lip open trying to distract herself. She tried to remember why she was a heroine. To right wrongs? To bring about justice? For the thrill of the danger and potential for discovery??

She wanted to blink her eyes, feeling tears now flowing from her eyes, but the cowl acted as a blindfold at that point, the fabric pressing her eyelids againt her eyes to prevent her from such a inconsequential action. She felt a lump in her throat, and felt a wave of nausea sweep through her. Panic was setting in, and the sensation terrified her as much as the threat of her unmasking. She did not want to be revealed as a screaming blubbering scared girl.

Batgirl tried to take deep breaths to calm down, she needed to think of something else other than her panic. At that point, she felt the buzzing throbbing dildo inside her and groaned as another spasm passed through her.

"Noooooooooooooo", she moaned as the cowl slipped up even further on her face.

The Joker stopped laughing, and all eyes in the room moved to a monitor that showed a close up of Batgirl's face. They all knew that one more orgasm would do the trick, and that Batgirl's secret identity would finally be revealed. The Joker's crazed grin grew wider as he knew, just knew with absolute certainty, that this time he would win! He was one step closer to his ultimate goal of defeating and unmasking his ultimate foe, Batman! With Batgirl revealed, he would use that knowledge of who she is to better guarentee the sucess of his own goals.

The Joker's henchmen were totally engrossed in the drama that was ending in the studio before them. Each one sexually excited and breathing heavily with unabashed lust as they watched the purple clad heroine writhing beneath them. They looked at her helpless body as she moved exotically on the table, spread, vulnerable, and violated by the Joker's device that would soon actuate the removal of Batgirl's cowl.

All across Gotham City, the United States, and the world people sat on the edges of thier seats. Every set of eyes that had access to the broadcast were glued on the screens before them. A number watched in horror, more in shock, many in amazement, and yet many more with a strange fascination and excitement at what they knew was a turning point a history, as well as the ending of a heroines career for all intents and purposes. They knew that it was only a matter of time, perhaps only minutes when the final spasm would rock through Batgirl and her cowl would be pulled from her face, and one of the great mysteries would be solved.

Batgirl took quaking breaths as her body quivered from the tension of her bondage. She knew that her life was about to change dramatically very very soon. The vibrator, combined with the strict bondage and the imminent danger of her being unmasked was proving to be too much for her. Small gasps started to escape her lips as she continued to fight internally against her own body. It was a battle that she knew she was destined to lose.

Time stopped for Batgirl and the millions of watchers as a scream ripped from her throat, her pussy clamping hard around the dancing dildo inside her, cum seeming to explode from her pussy around the articulating arm that moved the vibrator in and out of her, and the purple cowl along with the red wig was pulled the rest of the way from her face.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

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