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 thier permission or consent. No monetary compensation has been, nor shall be recieved for the distribution of this story. For the rest of you who crave this stuff, read on and enjoy....

 

Chapter Two

Batgirl’s bound body was bounced about in the back of her captor’s panel van as he drove her to a place where she had no doubt that she would be further tormented and raped. He had stopped once and further secured her down onto the floor of the van to eye-bolt in the floorboard at her feet and by fastening a collar around her neck with he secured to another eye-bolt. He then covered the struggling heroine with a heavy tarp and then continued his journey. By the length of the trip she knew that they had probably left the city limits of Gotham, but other than that she knew nothing. She was very tired, exhausted by her capture and molestation, and despite her discomfort lapsed into a dreamless sleep. Roger left the Gotham and soon turned down a little traveled road several miles from the city. He west past a small farming community then turned down a bumpy dirt road. He slowed down and drove several more miles when he turned into the dirt driveway of an abandoned fruit warehouse. He had bought it with his spoils and had customized it to his tastes, and for his task. He picked up a garage door opener and pushed the button and a unseen panel in the wall opened and he drove into the darkened garage bay where he shut off the engine. He waited until the panel closed before getting out and then turning on the lights.

Roger opened the back of the van and removed the tarp covering Batgirl. She had fallen asleep during the drive, and not even the rough ride has roused her, but she was now starting to wake since she subconsciously realized that her trip was over. Roger unsnapped her restraining hooks from the floorboard and undid the chain between her wrists and ankles. He then dragged her to the edge of the van, got out and then picked up the shapely bundle and tossed her over his broad shoulder. He could not resist the urge to feel her tight ass as he carried her to the room that he had prepared for her.

Batgirl came to with a start at the feel of his hand massaging her buttocks. She still was blindfolded and gagged, but her wrists and ankles were no longer painfully together. She started to struggle in the grasp of her captor, though she knew it was futile. He handled her easily. He breaths became deep at the excitement of her helplessness once again. She struggled now to feel her bondage, and to feel him. He was strong, and from his hands on her traveling up and down her strapped together long legs, he was enjoying her struggling as well. She felt herself dumped on the floor and Roger removed her straps, leaving only the blindfold, gag and cuffs holding her wrists together behind her back. He grabbed her by the shoulders and picked her up. Facing him she quickly drove her knee to where she believed his crotch to be. He slightly turned his hips and blocked her blow.

Nonetheless it still hurt. He smiled, then slapped her across the face. Batgirl’s head snapped back, her long red hair flailing and she stumbled back a step. She quickly recovered and using her hearing to determine his location gave him a quick reverse snap kick to the head. Roger saw it coming and easily caught her foot inches from his face.He then smiling, gripped the boot and pulled it off and tossed it aside. Batgirl hobbled on one foot trying to keep her balance as her captor lifted her foot higher, placing her in standing split. He grabbed her with his other hand and moved in to her. Batgirl could feel his breath against her face. It as as rapid as hers, but not with exertion. She could feel him against her vagina and felt his cock grow against her through his pants. This further excited her and she leaned further into him. He released her foot and then picked up her other ankle and lifted it, removing the boot and tossing it aside as well.

Roger then picked her completely off the ground, turned her around and drove her down to the floor. Batgirl ‘omphed’ as the air was knocked out of her. Helplessly she tried to catch her breath as he undid the snap to her wrist cuffs that held her arms behind her back. Roger rolled her over and took her wrists and secured her cuffs before her body. He stood up and reached up for a chain the descended from the ceiling. He brought down and snapped it to her wrist cuffs and went over to a panel in the wall and pushed a button. Batgirl’s wrists went up, raising her onto her knees, to her feet, rising more until she was standing only on her toes before he stopped the hidden ceiling winch. She finally caught her breath and moved her feet about, futilely trying to find a better purchase on her footing. She could find none. Roger then moved before her and gripped her costume at her breasts. His fingers found purchase in the fabric and he ripped his hands down, tearing the fabric and revealing her firm breasts. Her eyes opened wider in shock at his actions. Roger took a step back and let a out low whistle from appreciation at her perfect breasts. She watched her captor move behind her and felt him undoing the buckles to the harness-gag.

“Who are you, what are do you want?!,” she demanded as soon as the rubber ball left her lips.

“I am your captor, Batgirl, soon to be your master, and as to what I want, I would have thought that would be obvious to you.” Saying that Roger reached around Batgirl and grabbed her right breast, squeezing it hard while his other hand reached down between her legs, pulling her ass back against his crotch. Batgirl gasped and moaned from the sensations of his ministrations of her clitoris and nipple, the clamp assuring that the unhanded breast was just as stimulated as the one which her was massaging. She felt him harden further against her ass.

“No...stop....you can’t do this to me,” she pleaded.

“I can and I will do anything to you,” he responded in return, and started to kiss the back of her neck. Small tingles of electricity flew through her body as she responded to him.

“But, I’m Batgirl...” she said with a small voice, her words punctuated with moans and gasps.

“I know”, he said simply, and turned her around to face her and kissed her hard on her full lips. Batgirl could not help herself but parted her lips and mouth and allowed him to thrust his tongue deep inside. She moaned and felt herself lubricating in response. His hands traveled down her back to grasp her ass and pull her hard against him. His cock was straining against his pants, seeking to invade her pussy as his tongue invaded her mouth. And, just as she began to start to kiss him back, he stopped.

He stepped back and laughed. “God, you’re such a slut,” he taunted. Batgirl’s head dropped to at his words. She knew he was right. Why else did she dress the way she did? But she could not help herself over her responses. She was excited by the danger of her occupation, and her fascination and lust for bondage only made her desire captivity of this type ever since she could remember. It was a secret dream of her to be captured, kidnapped, bound and tormented. Yes, she enjoyed it when Catwoman had done this to her, but it was men that she really liked, and it was to be enslaved by a man that was hidden deep in her psyche as an unmentionable fantasy.

Roger then went to a side table and picked up a pair of nipple clamps. They were connected by a light silver chain. Barbara heard him walk to her, her ears picking out the sound of the chain's links.She had a very good idea of what it was,since she heard the sound from her own bondage collection.She licked her lips and felt her excitement growing even more. Roger took hold of her right breast and massaged it, manipulating her pert nipple between his thumb and index finger. Batgirl's eyes slowly closed under her blindfold and a low moan came from her throat. He put the first clamp on her nipple and smiled as her moans turned into a sharp gasp. He then repeated the process of teasing and manipulating her left breast and attached the second clamp to her erect nipple. Batgirl groaned from the pain as the teeth bit into her delicate flesh. The pain so exciting, so intoxicating that it became pleasure.

Roger examined the helpless heroine that dangled in front of him, her costume torn, her breasts revealed, her feet bare. He watched the chain of her nipple clamps catch the light as she slowly moved about in front of him. He reached down into his pants and repositioned his stiff cock so that it was no longer painfully pushing against his black jeans. He grabbed two lengths of rope and knelt down before Batgirl and took her left ankle into his hand and tied one end of the rope several loops around it, and knotted it off. He repeated the process with her right ankle. Batgirl hung helpless and panted as she felt her captor bind her ankles. He did not tie them together, but separately. She knew that she was to be spread.

“Please, who ever you are, you don’t have to do this to me,” she said as she felt him finish with her ankles. He slowly stood up, running his hands up the outside of her legs, from her ankles, to her calves, up her thighs before resting on her slim hips.

“Oh, but I want to do this, Batgirl,” he said. Roger then took the cord that was tied to her left ankle and went to an eye-bolt in the floor several feet from where Batgirl stood and feed the end through, he then took the end and pulled it towards her ankle which moved towards the bolt in response. When her leg was at a 30 degree angle to the rest of her body, he looped it around her bound ankle and knotted it off. Batgirl moaned and gasped at the strain on her wrists and shoulders. He tried to stand by moving her right foot but was soon suspended as her captor repeated the process with her right ankle. Batgirl’s legs were split wide apart, her toes now several inches from the floor.

“Aaahhh,” she softly cried as he knotted the rope to her right ankle. She was now helplessly spread in the air before him. Held so helpless by her own weight. Made so vulnerable by her openess.

Roger than retrieved a pair of scizzors and returned to his captive. He place on blade against her left hip and slowly started to cut away the cloth of her hip huggers.

"Nooooo....please! Stop!", Batgirl pleaded as she felt the scissors cut away the fabric at her left hip. She struggled futilely in her suspension trying to escape the scissors that threatened to remove the protection of her femininity. Her captor ignored her and moved to her right hip, cutting thru the cloth. She groaned as her panties dropped to the floor when the scissors finally cut thru the hip huggers waist band. He then took hold of her fishnet pantihose between her legs and pulled it away from her crotch. Another protesting groan escaped Batgirl's lips as she watched him cut away a large hole, baring her pussy to him.He then moved from her and put the scissors on a side table.

Roger walked up to face the suspended heroine. He reached behind her back and taking a handful of her long silky hair pulled her head back.

“Uggghhh,” Batgirl moaned. He then took the chain to her nipple clamps and pulled it toward him, pulling her nipples out.

“Aggghh,” went Batgirl as she tried to arch her chest forward towards her captor as he pulled on her nipple clamps. He assisted her by pulling her head back further by her hair. The strain on her hands and shoulders was incredible and she felt herself beginning to cum. Roger released her hair and nipple clamp chain and retrieved another piece of rope. Batgirl felt the rope wrap around her slender waist and her breathing sped up as made a knot just below her navel. He then took the free end and passed it between her legs, stepping behind her to pull it up and back, the rope passing deeply between her vaginal lips and knotted it in place to the waist rope at the small of her back.

“Argghhh,” she cried out as her body was wracked by a strong orgasm as the rope rubbed against her clitoris. The rope passing into her pussy and up her ass excited her greatly and she knew that the rope would soon be soaking wet with her juices. Batgirl cried out again in another orgasm as Roger grabbed the front of her crup rope and moved it about, driving the rope deeper within her.

“Oh...oh...uh....,” she panted as he began to feel her up again. He had always enjoyed tying girls up, but Batgirl was the best he had ever had. He enjoyed the feel of her lean muscles, drawn taut by her suspension, as they played beneath his hands.

“Ohhh...,” Batgirl gasped when Roger removed her nipple clamps and took her left nipple into his mouth as he continued to manipulate her pussy rope with his left hand. His right hand went around her body to grasp her tight ass. She writhed and moaned under his all-knowing hands, lips and tongue, and soon had another orgasm. Roger’s hand went down to her pussy and felt her wetness, his fingers coming away warm and wet. He raised his hand to his face and smelled. It smelled great, then took a taste. It was delicious. The taste of a woman bound and spread has a flavor distinct to all others, and Batgirl was no exception.

“Mummph”, went Batgirl as her captor forced his fingers into his mouth. She was forced to taste her own juices. It was not unpleasant. She knew her taste, but this was slightly different, caused by the her peril and helplessness of being bound by an unknown villain. Roger was thoroughly enjoying his assault upon the suspended Batgirl. Her moans, struggles and smell of her orgasms excited him greatly and he knew it was only a matter of time before he exploded. It was time to place his captive in another bondage position.