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 Six


Barbara gaped as she swung open the secret closet's door. Secret panels were very hard to hide from the Dark Damsel, and this one she found easily. Inside were dozens of costumes, Batgirl costumes. She slowly moved each over as she examined them. Not one was like anything she had ever dared of wearing. They were slinky, sexy, and very erotic. Well, she didn't have time to waste she thought to herself and snatched one of the outfits from within the closet. She wanted to put something on, anything to cover her nudity. She quickly pulled on the full body purple lace body stocking, wondering why her captor had these. She noticed a pair of knee high soft leather boots and quickly placed them on her feet as well. She was not surprised that both were a perfect fit. The lace of the body stocking did little to prevent her skin from showing, though there were three small black bats strategically placed at her nipples and her crotch. She pulled her gloves over her hands and continued her search for her utility belt.

Batgirl had no further luck in her search. She determined that her captor probably had it locked up in another room. She needed a weapon, however. She was an excellent hand-to-hand combatant, but he was larger than she, and seemed to be just as fast. Also, the way that he had caught her foot when she attempted to kick him in the head indicated that he had some martial skills himself.

She went back to a cabinet she had seen earlier and took out a large baton like device. It was a heavy cattle prod. A satisfied smirk crossed her delicate facial features as she tested it's weight and balance, the smirk growing to a smile when she pressed the button and a crackle of electricity jumped between the two electrodes at it's end. Now, she was ready, she thought. Now was payback time.

***

Roger jerked awake with a start. He hadn't expected to sleep as long as he did. He shut off the TV and got up. He wanted to check on his captive. He rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers thru his hair, scratching his scalp where his hair had matted from leaning against the chair's back. He left his den and walked down the hall towards the door that lead to the torture chamber, and Batgirl's cell.

Opening the door he stopped. The door to Batgirl's room had been forced open. He quickly scanned the chamber. His breath caught in his throat as he spotted her. She had found his stash of outfits for her, and had put one one. Damn, she is fantastic, he thought as his eyes ran up and down her body. The lace body stocking accentuated every curve of the heroine. His eyes then narrowed as he noticed that she was holding a large cattle prod in her hand, smacking it into her other palm.

The two foes locked eyes across the room. Batgirl saw what he looked like for the first time, since he no longer wore his hood. He was handsome, his features chiseled and rugged. She almost laughed out loud. It looked like he had just woke up, his hair sticking up here and there. But, the matter was very serious now. She was prepared for him, and she knew that he was not exactly prepared for her like this, judging from his expression.

They did not say a word as they silently evaluated each other. Roger slowly stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. Batgirl slowly circled to her right, to place her in a position where she would have a clear avenue of attack. She noticed that his eyes were confident, yet cautious as they scanned the room. His body positioning itself in such a way so that it could instantly react to anything she did. Yes, he was trained. She wondered just how good he really was. She knew that she would soon find out.

Roger didn't have any misgivings about the situation that he now found himself in. Batgirl was loose, and armed. Though the weapon was not lethal in nature, it would hurt if she connected. He knew that he should have bound her when placing her in her cell. A smile nonetheless formed at the edges of his lips. This was exciting! She would be such a wonderful challenge. He had no qualms about fighting her. He knew that she was fast, strong, and skilled. She was a warrior, as he was. And, though she was a woman, he knew that he would be able to bring himself to combat her.

The purple clad heroine and the black clad villain slowly advanced towards each other across the room, moving around the tables, racks, wheels and other items that dotted the chambers floor. Each knew that they were in for a fight.

Batgirl made the first move. She quickly jumped on top of a small table and then leaped again towards her opponent, twirling in the air as she performed a half-twisting somersault over his head. He ducked his head and had half turned when she landed in a crouch behind him. She quickly shot her arm out, the heavy prod striking him hard against the side of his right knee. He grunted and staggered back. She tucked and rolled away, leaping to her feet and kicking her right leg back, catching her limping foe square in his solar plexus.

"Ooommmph!", Roger gasped as the air was knocked out of him. He limped backwards to give himself some space and a few seconds. He moved behind a rack, trying to catch his breath. Batgirl was moving again towards him. She was doing a very good job of slowing him down, he knew. It would be a while till he was able to move properly on his right leg.

Batgirl dove towards the rack, placing her hands on the edge and launching herself at Roger. She did a half flip and caught him between her legs, bearing him backwards to the floor. His face was between her crotch and she knelt straddling his face as he lay underneath her. She hit him square in the face with her left hand.

Roger's view exploded into stars at Batgirl's blow. He quickly brought his left knee up, catching the heroine in the small of her back, driving her off of him over his head. He rolled over onto his stomach and then pushed himself to his feet.

Batgirl rolled with the blow over Roger's head. She came to her feet at the end of the roll, and performed a quick snap kick backwards, catching him at his shoulder as he was coming to his feet, knocking him backwards onto his ass.

More stars flashed before Roger as his head snapped back against the edge of the rack as he landed hard on his buttocks. He quickly rolled to his right, grimacing at the pain from his shoulder and knee as they contacted the hard floor. He rose to his feet and faced Batgirl. He ducked as her left foot came towards his face in a wicked side kick. He twisted and punched her in her inner thigh that was still extended, bringing a gasp from the heroine and twisting her. He quickly followed up by moving behind her and grabbing ahold of her long red hair.

"AAArrrrgghhhhhh!", Batgirl screamed as Roger pulled her head back, pulling her backwards. Off balance from being hit in the thigh mid-kick she back peddled as Roger swung her around by her hair, driving her back against a post.

"Ummmpphh!", she groaned as she slammed hard against the post. Roger was then in front of her, and Batgirl felt her face snap to the side as he quickly back handed her, knocking her away from the post. She tumbled away and performed a quick side cartwheel to give herself some distance.

The two fighters breathed heavily as they tried to catch their breath. Roger rubbed his hand across his nose, quickly looking down to his hand to see it covered with blood from his broken nose as Batgirl quickly wiped the blood from her split lip. The moment lasted but a few seconds before Batgirl lunged forwards, using the baton like a fencing foil, hitting the electrode switch. Roger was slower than she was by a milli-second and the tip of the cattle prod stuck him at his left bicep.

"AAAHHHHH!" His arm seemed to catch fire and he felt it go numb. He brought his right arm up and across to knock the baton away, then stepped towards Batgirl and brought his arm back across his body, snapping out his fist, catching Batgirl against her right temple in a powerful blow.

"Ugghhh!" Batgirl was knocked to the side and fell to her knees. It was her turn now to see stars. The room started to spin, and she saw two black clad men advancing on her. She staggered to rise, but he was at her before she could move away.

Roger continued his assault. He knew he had to finish her quickly, before she recovered. He did a low kick, driving his foot into Batgirl's stomach, knocking her completely down.

"Ohhhh!" Batgirl moaned as she was drove by the blow across the floor. She rolled with the momentum away from him, trying now to get away desperately. Roger quickly limped after her and grabbed her by her foot, stopping her roll. She quickly shot her other foot back, knocking his hand off of her leg.

Roger grimaced as he felt a bone crack in his right hand. Batgirl was going to win by default if she continued to cripple him. His left arm was useless for the moment, and the pain from his right knee was excruciating. He moved up besides her and dropped to his knees, driving his right elbow into her back between her shoulder blades.

"AAAAHHHHH!" Both of them cried, Roger from the pain from his knee and Batgirl from the pain that shot fire up and down her spine. Roger gripped the back of her head by her hair. Batgirl twisted her head to the side just as he slammed her head down hard against the floor, making her world go black.

***

Roger groaned as he slowly straightened his right leg out. He rose up to his feet, using his right hand and left leg. He looked down at the unconscious Batgirl at his feet and staggered to a cabinet. He opened it and retrieved several cuffs from within and limped back. He gritted his teeth as he knelt down besides her. His left arm was starting to tingle and he opened and closed his hand, trying to get some more feeling and function back. He took hold of Batgirl's arms and brought them together behind her back, cuffing her wrists together. He took the other pair of cuffs and buckled them about her ankles. Taking hold of her ankles he moved them up and snapped them to the wrist cuffs, hogtying her. Only then did he relax a bit, letting a out a long sigh. He rose slowly to his feet and leaned back against a table, then lifted himself on it, taking the weight off his bruised knee. He leaned forward, breathing hard, catching his breath.

"Ohhhhhhhhh", the soft moan escaped Batgirl's lips as her world turned from black, to gray, to fuzzy. She moaned again as she slowly regained consciousness. She felt that her head was going to fall off her shoulders. Her back was very sore from the blows that she had taken. She moved her fingers and toes, determining that there was no nerve damage. She then discovered that she was bound once again. Hogtied.

"Ohhh noooo....", she moaned. She had lost. She knew that she had given her enemy a hell of a fight, and that he would not forget it anytime soon, especially when he tried to walk. She moved her head to the other side and saw Roger sitting on a table besides her, looking down at her.

"Damn, Batgirl! I must admit. You are good," he said, smiling crookedly at her. "I hope I didn't hurt you too badly."

"No," she said in return, "I hope I hurt you badly."

"Hah! That's good! Well, I must admit that you banged me up pretty well. I haven't been in a fight like that since being pounded by Batman."

Batgirl again examined his face, racking her memory. Yes, he was one of Catwoman's ex-henchmen she now remembered.

"Cornby....Roger Cornby." she said, moving her arms behind her, testing her bonds.

"Yes, that is my name Batgirl," he answered as he watched her slowly writhe below him. He felt himself stirring again. The fight had been exciting, and the adrenaline still flowed through his veins. Once again he was over the helpless form of Batgirl.

"Why me, Cornby? What is with all this?" she asked, her brilliant green eyes gripping his blue gaze.

"All what?" He had a good idea of what she meant. But, this was the first time that he had ever really spoke with her. Her voice was lovely. Soft, yet determined. Her eyes intelligent.

"Kidnapping me. Raping me! The costumes!"

Roger shook his head, smiling ruefully. Why, indeed. There were certainly other women he could have kidnapped without all the trouble, and pain, that he had just went through.

"Because of who you are, what you are. Yes, I could have any woman that I want. But, ever since I first saw you, I have wanted you."

"Well, it seems like you now have me," Batgirl replied sardonically. "So, now what?"

Roger moved off of the table to his feet. He slowly walked around Batgirl, favoring his right leg.

"No, that would be telling." he said as he moved about the room, trying to stretch his leg out. He determined that his knee hadn't been severely damaged, only bruised. The sharp pain now gone, replaced only with a low burn. His left arm was now functioning as it should. He moved to a cabinet and brought out several cords of rope.

Batgirl wetted her lips. He was going to tie her up, again. Her heart started beating faster.

"Please....do you have to do that? I am already helpless." she asked.

"No, I don't." he answered as he moved back towards her, laying the rope upon the table that he had been seated upon. "But, I want to!", he finished with a chuckle. He bent down and took hold of the connector between her cuffed wrists and ankles.

"AAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!", Batgirl groaned aloud as he lifted her up by her bound wrists and ankles, bowing her painfully. He swung her around and placed her on the table. He didn't want to kneel besides her at this point, not with the way his right knee was bothering him.

"So, you are wondering about the costumes," Roger said as he took some rope and looped it around her arms just above her elbows.

"Yes. Why?" she asked. Batgirl didn't know for how much longer she would be able to question Cornby, and had learned very early in her crime-fighting career that any information, no matter how trivial it may seem at the time, could be important. She then moaned as he tightened the rope, bringing her arms together behind her back.

"Because I knew that your costumes wouldn't last very long," he chuckled in return.

"Ohhhmmmmmmm", Batgirl moaned as she felt her elbows come together. He then wrapped the rope several more times above her elbows, the cord digging into her flesh. Her breathing started to get faster. She was getting excited again. She writhed slowly on the table, moving her hips about.

"And, I think a girl in costume is very sexy. Don't you?"

"Ohhhh.....yesssss", she moaned, now caught up into her bondage once again. She moved her head so that she was resting on her other cheek, facing away from her captor. The answer had slipped out so easily. She was embarrassed by her responses.

Roger undid the connection between her wrists and ankles, and moved her ankles to the edge of the table, taking a snap hook from under the tables edge and snapping it between her ankle cuffs. He slowly ran his hand up the back of her left thigh, bringing another soft moan from Batgirl's lips. He smiled as he saw her shifting her hips, and knew that this was getting her hot. He slapped her left buttock and chuckled when she gave a startled squeal.

"Don't!" stop, she thought to herself. She wondered just what he had in mind. Her lips were getting dry again from her excitement and she wet them again with the tip of her delicate tongue, slowly moving it from side to side over her lush full lips.

Roger removed the cuffs from her wrists, and wrapped rope around them, cinching the cord tightly.

"Personally, I prefer rope." he said, "much more personal. More....artistic!"

Batgirl did not respond. She was afraid of her answers at this point. She, too, preferred ropes over cuffs and chains. Cuffs and straps were quick and simple, but also boring because of their lack of variety. Rope, she knew on the other hand, could be used in countless ways. She wished that he would gag her, to keep her from revealing to him her inner thoughts.

"Ohhhhhhh", she then breathed as she felt his hand move under her stomach. He took the end of the doubled up rope and wrapped it around her trim waist, passing the ends through her arms above the rope at her wrists and then passing the rope again around her belly, finally tying it off at her wrists, locking her wrists to the small of her back.

Roger then moved to the foot of the table and undid her right ankle cuff. He gripped her ankle and moved it to the edge of the table and looped more rope around her boot, securing it to a eye bolt at the corner. Batgirl then felt him repeating the process with her left ankle, spreading her legs apart. Her breath was now deep, her eyes closed as she felt the rope through the soft leather of her boots. She moved her legs, testing to see if she could move them from within the boots. She couldn't. He had made sure that the rope was tight enough over her ankles to prevent that. She moaned again, this time with a perverse satisfaction from her helplessness.

Roger moved to another cabinet and opened it. He reached inside and took out a head-harness ball gag, and a vibrator. He turned back towards Batgirl. He noticed that her eyes were closed. Her writhings were very slow and deliberate on the table. He moved to the head of the table.

Batgirl opened her eyes when she detected him standing at her head. She saw the harness gag, and her breath caught. It was beautiful, she thought. A red rubber ball, shiny in the light. The leather supple and black, held together with silvery chrome rings and studs. She moved her head so that she was facing forwards and looked up at Cornby. Her lips were so dry again. She licked her lips, then before she could stop herself, opened her mouth wide for the ball.

Roger smiled to himself at this small victory. He knew that much of the battle had been won before he had even kidnapped her, due to her lust for bondage. He slowly pushed the ball between her white teeth, which then slowly tightened about the ball. Batgirl closed her eyes, and another soft moan came from behind the gag. He then buckled the main strap behind her head. His fingers expertly then buckled the chin strap under Batgirl's chin, then took the middle strap up over her head, to buckle behind her head. He then stepped back to look at his captive.

She was so beautiful, he thought. The black straps flowed geometrically up her cheek bones to the bridge of her upturned nose to between her eyes, which were once again closed. He watched her lips move along the surface of the ball, and her teeth as they bit into the ball. She opened her eyes and looked straight at him. She continued to work her jaws, chewing on the ball, her lips parted so that he could see her teeth. He shook his head. She was teasing him! She is really getting into this, he marveled.

And, Batgirl was. She closed her eyes again, and drifted back to the inner world of her mind as she explored her helplessness and bondage from within. Right now she did not feel any shame from her reactions, no embarrassment from her complacency towards her captivity. Her body no longer protested from the pain from the battle that they had just fought, but exalted at her desire finally coming true.

"MMMmmmmpppphhhhh", she moaned as she felt Roger undoing the snaps at the crotch of her bodysuit. She lifted her ass slightly then slowly lowered her pelvis back down. She heard the vibrator come to life behind her.

"Mmmmppphhhh," she moaned again as Roger moved the vibrator slowly along her pussy lips. Her breathing grew faster, and she writhed more before him as the vibrator moved down towards the table surface.

"MMMMMPPPPHHHHHH!" Roger pushed the vibrator forward between her and the table surface to nuzzle against her now engorged clitoris. She lifted her ass again to allow him better and easier access.

"Mmmmm....mmmmm....Mmmmph!" she grunted over the gag as she writhed her hips over the vibrator. Roger moved the device slowly back, then upwards.

"MMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Batgirl came violently as he pushed the head of the vibrator into her vagina. She shifted backwards, trying to impale herself even more on the vibrator as Roger slowly pushed it within her.

Roger was in awe of Batgirl's reactions as she thrashed and spasmed on the table as one orgasm after another shook her body as he pushed the vibrator effortlessly into her wet pussy. He turned it up to it's maximum setting once it was all the way inside of her, and Batgirl's moans intensified. Her hips were moving up and down as she came again and again, her juices flowed from around the vibrator to stain the surface of the table.

He took another rope and looped it through her waist rope at her side, then moving it so that the loop was at her belly. He brought the ends up, wrapping it around the base of the vibrator, and finally securing the ends to her bound wrists at the small of her back.

Batgirl could not believe it. Her world was turning upside-down. Orgasms shook her again and again. The vibrator within her buzzed incessantly. Her captor had wrapped the ends of the rope around the vibrator that moved up between her legs so that it moved the rope constantly around and over her clitoris. Her breathing became sporadic. She was only able to catch her breath between orgasms, which were coming closer and closer together.

"MMMMpppphhhhhhh!!" she groaned as he felt her head being pulled back as Roger tied a cord at the back of her harness gag, and pulled it back to secure it to her bound elbows. The increasing intensity of her bondage caused her to orgasm savagely. Her jaws worked constantly, her teeth biting deeply into the ball with each orgasm. Her eyes were now open, but glazed. Batgirl only half saw the room about her, the racks, the chains, the pulleys.

"MMMMmmmmmmmm", she was so helpless, yet so free now. She was free to truly appreciate her sexuality, her lust for bondage. Her captivity was her darkest fantasy come true. Captured by a man. Regardless of what Catwoman believed, she truly preferred men over women. Yes, she did enjoy lesbianistic sexual interludes, it truly wasn't her. She wanted to be MASTERED! And, now she was being mastered by a handsome, strong, and so very knowledgeable man.

Roger watched Batgirl's convulsions on the table with fascination. Her eyes were open, but he knew that she was in her own inner world right now. Her hands opened and closed behind her, her arms shifting as she used them to move the vibrator within her. Her hips rising and falling and shifting from side to side as she ground her clit with the rope between her legs. The stain grew on the table surface. He shook his head as he marveled at her, and sat himself at the edge of the table besides her. He started to run his hands along her quivering flanks, feeling the muscles twitch below the now sweat soaked body stocking.

Batgirl's world exploded around her as she felt Roger's hand upon her side, his fingers grazing the edge of her left breast, causing her to orgasm once again. It was finally too much for her. The beating of the battle, the constant orgasms, had taken too much energy from her, and her world went black again.