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 Seven

Roger was in heaven. A painful heaven after the battle with Batgirl, but heaven nonetheless. He could not believe his fortune in the responses that Batgirl had towards bondage. Her breathing was slow now, as her consciousness left her to a quite repose. He moved around her, moving his hands slowly along her lithe lace clad body, wondering if she was dreaming in her unconscious state. He shook his head slightly in wonderment as he noticed Batgirl gently writhing under his touch. Even unconscious she was responding to him.

He limped over to the side of the room and collapsed onto a small stool to get the pressure off of his damaged knee. Taking a deep breath he looked around the room. He wondered how much time he had.

In answer to his silent question to himself a buzzer sounded.

"Damn!" he exclaimed as he stood up. He was already here. It didn't take him long at all. Roger really wasn't too surprised since he would make all haste himself where Batgirl was concerned.
He hobbled out of the room and to the main door, stopping first at a security monitor to look to see who was there.

In the dark alley stood two large men, dressed in purple, wearing white face paint with green hair. The Joker wasn't to be seen, but Roger knew that he was nearby.

Roger slowly made his way towards the door. He thought of just ignoring them, but knew that there was no way that he could safely. He was already in dire straights now, he knew. The Joker was notorious for his betrayals. He wondered just who was crazier. The Joker, or himself for contacting him. The Joker wasn't stupid, but Roger determined that he certainly was now.

He opened the door and the two henchmen pushed past him into the hallway, thier alert eyes taking in him and their surroundings quickly. One moved back to the door as the second moved between the door and Roger. The first made a quiet whistle. Roger's breath caught as the Joker seeminly materialized at the door and cackled as he made his entrance.

"My..my...my...how people play when the cat's away, huh Cornby?" he laughed, his pale eyes piercing into Roger's. Cornby blinked and turned away from those mesmerizing eyes.

"Yes sir, Mr. Joker" he answered and turned to lead the trio up the hallway. The first henchman secured the door to the alley behind them.

"So, you captured the little Bat-Bitch all by yourself, huh?" Joker asked him as they made their way into the chamber. Joker chuckled, then gaffawed as he saw Batgirl bound helplessly on the table, his eyes taking in her unconsciousness, and the vibrator.

"Good work, Cornby...very good!" Joker said as he moved up to the side of Batgirl. Yes, he would finally have some fun with this little bitch he thought to himself.

"Number One, pay the man!" He shot over his shoulder as he ran his slender hands along the leather of the boot on Batgirl's left leg. His evil smile widened as he heard a small pop behind him as the second henchman, standing behind Cornby, shot him at the base of his skull, severing his spinal cord and killing him instantly. Roger dropped instantly to the floor, his blood slowly pooling around his head.

"Well, let's not wait around here, in case he called someone else. We don't want anyone to crash this party, do we boys?"

"No Sir, Mr Joker!" the two answered in unison, and they began to search the room.

It didn't take the trio long before they had inventoried the room, which included many restraints and the spare Batgirl costumes. The first henchman pulled out a bag from his thigh pocket and started to stuff the costumes into it, while the second started to bag up the restraints.

Batgirl started to stir awake, and The Joker noticed it immediately. He motioned his two henchmen to postitions out of the Dark Damsel's line of sight, and moved back to stand near her left ankle that was bound to one corner of the table. His right hand moved up along her booted calf to the back of her knee and stifled a laugh as Batgirl started to slowly squirm on her belly before him.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmppppphhhhhh", Batgirl moaned into her gag, her eyes slowly fluttering open. She looked into the chamber, and remembered where she was. She moaned again as she felt her captor's hand on her leg, strong fingers stroking the back of her knee. She raised her ass slightly in response, moving the vibrator within her, and spasming as yet another orgasm shot through her bound body.

"Ummmmmppppphhhhhhhh", Batgirl protested through her gag as she felt her captor taking hold of the rope that attached from her bound elbows and her facial harness and pulling her head back further. She tried to swallow, but found it extremely difficult because of her arched throat.
Her blood ran cold as she heard a very familiar laugh at her side. She tried to shake her head, but groaned in pain as The Joker pulled her head back further, her shoulders straining and her chest lifting off the table as the mad villain pulled back further.

"OOOOOOOooommmmmmppppphhhhhh!!!" The Joker released the rope and Barbara flopped back onto the table. She tried to move her head to look back, to look behind her. She shifted her shoulders as she moved her head. Her eyes saw a figure on the floor, and disappointment flowed through her as she saw the body of Roger Cornby on the floor, a small pool of blood haloing his tossled hair.

The Joker moved around the table to stand before Batgirl. She looked upwards and chills ran through her as fear took hold of her as the pasty faced villain grinned evilly down at her.

"Well, look like your all mine now, Bat-Bitch!" The Joker chuckled down at her.

'Shit...shit...shit!', Batgirl thought to herself. The Joker! She knew that she was in deep kimshi, and wondered what sort of evil and perverted plans The Joker had for her. Whatever it was it would be strange, and painful. She bit down on the ball in her mouth in frustration. It was one thing to be the bound toy of Cornby, a whole new story where The Joker was concerned. He was too unpredicatable, too crazy...too smart. The Batman couldn't get a handle on the madman after all these years, and she knew that she stood little change in defeating him. All she could hope for is for The Joker to make a mistake through is madness and over-confidence, so that she could escape. However, all she could do is steel herself for the ordeal to come.

"Boys! It's time to pack up our little bat for her journey!" The Joker laughed as he turned from her and moved towards another table, where there were a number of coils of ropes awaiting.