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 Four

Roger returned after a couple hours to find Batgirl covered with sweat and slowly writhing. Her eyes were closed and she slowly opened and closed her mouth, chewing on her gag. He could tell that she was thoroughly getting into her bondage. He wondered how many orgasms she had had. It wasn’t moments later that her body shuddered, tensing within her bonds as another orgasm shook her. He started feeling himself getting hard again. She was spectacular. Roger walked over to his captive and started to undo her crotch strap. Batgirl opened her eyes and looked down between her legs at Roger, her eyes glazed from her bondage lust.

“Mmmphhh...?” She wondered what he had in mind for her next. She felt him remove the leather belt from her and her reached into her pussy. There was a small sucking sound and he pulled the vibrator out.

“Hmmm...uhhhh....” she moaned as he then took her rectum vibrator and pulled it free. She sighed with relief. She thought that she was going to orgasm to death earlier. She watched him push another button on the rack and felt silent motors come to life in the table. Her legs started to come together as the lower legs of the rack started to mate. He stopped when her legs were side-by-side. He pushed another button and the rack arms started down, bringing her arms down to her sides where they stopped moments later. Roger went to another cabinet and brought back several straps, a collar and several lengths of chain. Batgirl watched him closely as he bucked a strap around each wrist and then each ankle above the cuffs that bound her to the rack. He took another wider strap and buckled it to her slim waist, just below the strap that held her firmly in place on the adaptable table. Finally he took a collar and locked it around her delicate throat. He took the chain in hand and she noticed that it was all one piece. There was a long section, that had two shorter chains bisecting it, on towards the middle and the other at one end. At each terminus of the chain there was a locking snap device. He took the the unbisected end and attached the chain to her collar and then took the end terminus’ and attached them to each of her ankle cuffs. He then untied her left wrist from the rack and locked the cuff into its match at the center bisecting chain. He then repeated the process with her right wrist. It was only then that he untied her from the ropes and straps that had secured her to the rack. Roger went over to a table and brought back a small bottle of water. He removed her gag and put the bottle at Batgirl’s mouth. She drank it greedily, desperate to replenish the fluids that she had orgasmed out of her body.

“Thanks..., “ she whispered weakly when he finally took the empty bottle away from her lips. She looked up at him, trying to read anything in his eyes that she could use to her advantage. She saw only lust behind the hood. He then pulled her from the rack and walked her towards a small alcove where there sat a small toilet. She suddenly felt the tremendous urge to relieve herself and wished that she could do more than take the small mincing steps that her chained ankles would allow her to take. He sat Batgirl on the seat and stepped back. He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall, and waited. He did not have long to wait. Batgirl, though thoroughly humiliated by having another person watch her perform such intimate body functions, knew it was no use to try to hold everything in. She lowered her face from his gaze and relieved herself.

“All done?” he asked matter of factly several minutes later. Batgirl nodded her head in shame. He then stepped on a small button in the floor that she had not noticed before and she realized that the toilet was also a bidet’. A stream of water shot up from the bowl, washing away the remains of her wastes from her ass and pussy.

“Uhhhh...ooooo....”, she moaned as the water pulsed into her. He lifted his foot from the pedal and grabbed the chain below her neck, raising her onto her feet.

“Wha....what are you going to do...do to me now?” she whispered as he led her over to another table. This table was also of metal and low to the ground as the rack. It was about four feet square. There were eye-bolts set into the table at many places all around the edges and she noticed there were also holes in several places. She wasn’t sure but it looked like there were rollers in the holes.

“I heard you liked to be tied up, Batgirl, so...”

“Who told you that?” she asked as he stopped by the table, and started to pick up some odd black rope from another table nearby.

“Oh...a little cat told me,” he smirked as he went around her and started to tie her elbows behind her back. Once again he tied them tightly together.

“Uuggnnnhhhh....a cat?” her eyes opened wide as she realized that this guy knew Catwoman! She looked back over her shoulder at him, trying to retrieve any detail that she could so that she could determine his identity. She could find none, though he did seem vaguely familiar. Of course, he was built like so many other villains that she had faced, and their henchmen. Roger turned the masked heroine back around to face him and took off her wrist cuffs. He twisted her back around and tied her wrists tightly together, leaving a length of rope dangling from them.

“Ouch!” Batgirl said as he cinched the wrists together. He then picked her up and lay her on her back on the center of the table. Her long legs went over the end at her knees.

“Ohhhh...” she moaned as she laid upon her bound arms. Roger then removed the rest of her cuffs and chains, but left the collar in place. She hadn’t noticed it but the collar had a little Batgirl emblem on the front that matched the one on her utility belt and costume. He then took her left ankle and bent it back towards her thigh and wrapped another of the black ropes around her trim ankle.

“Aaahhhhggggg....” she moaned as he took the rope that bound Batgirl’s ankle and secured it to a bolt at her left shoulder. He then took her right ankle, bent it back, tied it and secured it to a bolt at her right shoulder.

“Uuggghhhhh”, Batgirl moaned and writhed helplessly, her legs bent back and her weight resting on her bound arms. He took more of the rope and fed it thru behind her bent knees. He knotted it and then tied them to the bolts at the corner next to each knee, spreading her knees wide apart.

“Huuu....huuuu...” Batgirl panted as she felt herself getting sexually excited once again. Roger went on to tie more rope at her shoulders, passing them under her armpits and securing the ends to bolts at her shoulders. He then took some more rope and started to wrap each of her legs, tightly binding her ankles and calves back to each thigh. Batgirl groaned and twisted as well as she could in her ever increasing bondage as her captor continued to wrap more and more of the black rope around her.

“Ohhh...please...stop...” she begged, “these ropes....there are....sooo....tight...” she gasped.

“But, I thought that you liked being tied, Bat-slut,” Roger responded as he then started to take a long rope, wrapping it several times around her waist. He marveled at her musculature of her abdomen as he pulled the rope tight around her, strong, yet still feminine and very sexy. He then took the end and knotted at the small of her back and ran the rope up and between her legs, passing it between her wet pussy lips and up towards the ceiling.

“Nooo....not...like...this” Batgirl whispered as he took the end and attached it to a cable over her that retracted into the ceiling. He then took the length of rope that ran from Batgirl’s bound wrists and passed the end into a hold between her legs. He took the end that came out of a hold at the foot of the table and attached it to another retracting cable. Batgirl continued to moan and writhe as he went to the head of the table and untied the ropes that bound her ankles to the corners. He then passed these through nearby holes, and attached them to a couple more cables at the bottom of the head of the table. He repeated the process with each of the ropes that he had secured Batgirl to the table with at her shoulders and her knees.

“Whaa...what are you going to do to me?” she asked again, as she noticed him slightly changing her bondage, undoing the ropes from the bolts to pass them into holes to resecure them out of sight. He only looked at her and continued with her bondage. He then took another long length of rope and tied it around her chest, ropes looping over and under and then across her breasts, encompassing her breasts in an elaborate net of rope that held her breasts like lovers hands. Batgirl writhed and moaned as Roger carefully positioned each rope and tied each knot where it would do the most good to tease and torment her. He then stood back and examined her. Batgirl continued to twist about in her bonds, as much as possible, that is, which wasn’t much. Roger then went to a cabinet and pulled out a spray bottle that was filled with a special solution, made just for this occasion.

“What’s that for,” Batgirl asked as she saw him advancing towards her with the bottle filled with a red liquid. It looked like cherry Kool-Aid.

“Well, Batgirl. This is a special solution that when sprayed on the ropes binding you will cause them to...well, I’ll let you discover that for yourself.” He then started to spray her with the liquid, the light mist covering her from head to toe. It was cool and slightly oily and had a strangely vinegar-like smell. Batgirl them noticed her ropes for the first time. They were not nylon, or polyester, or cotton...they were almost like rubber. But now, they seemed to come alive under the spray. They warmed up and started to worm their way into her flesh.

“Uggghhhh...” Batgirl gasped as the ropes tightened about her. They also seemed to have another, more sinister effect. Where the ropes touched her flesh her nerve-endings came alive. The ropes dug into her helpless body with fantastic pleasure.

“Ahhh...ohhh.....” she moaned as the sensations started to intensify, each strand became an individual lover to her writhing body.

“Now, just to maintain some balance,” Roger said as he flicked a switch on the table, “let’s tighten things up, shall we?” The cables in the table started to slowing retract, pulling the rope into the holes and over the rollers, shortening the ropes that held Batgirl captive.

“Ahhhhrrrrrrrgggggggg” she groaned as her ankles went towards her head. “Uggghhhhh....oh god...please...” she pleaded as her wrists pulled down between her legs, her body starting to arch. Her captor then went to a switch at the wall and flipped it on. The cable holding the rope bisecting her vagina began to retract into the ceiling, bowing Batgirl more.

“Errrrgggggghhhhhhh” The ropes at her shoulders and knees contracted. Each rope went into their holes slowly, centimeter by centimeter, stretching and bowing the heroine painfully. At the same time the ropes that held her, especially those that touched her bare flesh, at her waist, her breasts and her vagina, continued to warm and dig and excite. She was being crushed and split and she was loving every second of it. Her bonds continued to squeeze and Batgirl started to cum. Her bondage was soo intense, her peril of being killed by her bonds, was too much for the young girl to resist.

“ARRRGGGHHHH!!” she screamed as the first orgasm wracked her. Roger pulled out his cock and started to masturbate. The sight of her bound, bowed and stretched body demanded satisfaction. Her belly continued to rise towards the ceiling and her wrists and ankles came side to side, and then passed each other, arching her ever more. Roger came over and started to touch her, feeling the strain of Batgirl’s muscles under her skin.

“Ohhhhh....goddddd....” Another orgasm struck the helpless heroine. The pain and the pleasure mixing in a incomprehensible combination. One did not go to the other, but they blended perfectly. She did not know where one started and the other stopped. She was in terrible pain, and yet so incredibly turned on, so excited. Soon, Batgirl could not move anything but her head, which she slowly tossed back and forth as the ropes pulled her apart and drove her to orgasm after orgasm.

Roger finally walked to her and stuck his dick in Batgirl’s gasping mouth. She did not resist it or try to spit it out, but began to suck it eagerly, unaware of anything but her own sexual needs and torments. She was no longer Batgirl, or Barbara Gordon, she was a naked piece of flesh made of equal parts of pain and pleasure. She lusted for any sort of relief from her torture, even the momentary distraction of giving her captor a blow job. His hands moved across her arched body in front of him, her breasts stretched to almost invisibility into her body, her stomach, taut and hard, the waist ropes cutting into her as the crotch rope continued to rise. She was going to die, she knew that. But, it no longer mattered to her. She was helpless to resist, and no longer wanted to. Roger finally shot his load of cum into Batgirl's mouth and she sucked him dry.

“Mmmmuuuummpppmmm” Batgirl moaned as she licked him dry. She was now just barely resting on the table by her shoulders, knees and her head. Again and again she came, her orgasms now racing through her, one after another, one would start before the last had ended, a continual barrage of intense pleasure. It was more than she could take and the world finally went peacefully black around her.