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 Eight

The Joker tossed the coils of the rope to one of the henchmen. "Secure her well, Number One. She has a nice little journey ahead of her, and we don't want her escaping before she sees what little suprise I have in store for her," he chuckled and then turned towards the second henchman.

"Time to fetch the packing crate, Number Two!" and with that the two left the room to leave the first henchman and Batgirl alone. The Dark Damsel started to struggle on the table, but because of the strictness of her bondage they were useless, only serving to gyrate the buzzing vibrator within her. Batgirl felt the heat within her, the joy and excitement of her bondage, as well as the intoxicating thrill of peril that she craved. However, they were tempered with the fear that coursed through her body as she dreaded what was to come as a captive of The Joker and his madness.

Batgirl tried to kick her feet at the henchman as he untied her left ankle from the corner of the table. But, his strong hand easily captured it and pinned it against her right ankle. He took no chances and bound her ankles together before untying her right ankle from the opposite corner of the table. He then wrapped more loops of rope around the heroines shapely long legs, starting first below her knees, and then above them. All the time Batgirl writhed in protest as he manhandled her expertly, rolling her first one way, and then another on the table as he wrapped, looped, cinched and knotted the ropes about her legs, the final loops tightly biting into her muscular thighs. The henchman took a moment to run his large hands slowly up and down the straining thighs and calves of Batgirl.

"Ummmmmpphhhh....Mmmmmppphhhhh!!" she protested as he felt his touch as he explored her. The heat of lust continuing to build. She continued to struggle in protest, but it was now half-hearted.

The man then took hold of her ankles and bent them back against her bound thighs, taking another length of rope and looping it around her legs.

"Ooooommmmmmppppphhhhhhhh!" Batgirl groaned in ectasy as the henchman pulled and looped the rope tighter and tighter about her legs. He paused to run his hands up along her thighs that strained against the ropes that bite into her. She writhed helplessly and bit slowly again and again the rubber ball that filled her mouth. She closed her eyes and started to lose herself into the sensation of her bondage once again.

This was why she became a heroine. Well, certainly a major reason she thought as she felt the henchman attaching a rope to her bound ankles and looping the ends through the rope at her bound wrists that were attached to the small of her back. Her fascination and love of bondage, the thrill of the perils were certainly a definite plus in her book. She knew that if she went to a psychiatrist that her masochism would be alarming to say the least.

"UUUUUUMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Batgirl moaned as The Joker's henchman slowly pulled on the rope, pulling her ankles and wrists together until they touched, bowing her athletic body on the table. Her teeth dug into the red rubber ball. The strictness of the bondage was equistite in her mind. Her lithe body was flexible, and she could easily handle this sort of bindings. But the ropes still bit, they still dug, they were still very (oh so fantastically!) tight!.

It seemed to the Maid of Night that the henchman was not just interested in securing her, he wanted to torture her with his ropes. He continued to bind her tighter and stricter. Ropes went up and around her shoulders, pulling them back and closer together before securing them to her bound elbows, thrusting her full breasts out further, arching her more severely. He then shortened the rope that attached her facial harness to her elbows, bowing her even more.

"ooooooooommmmmmmmpppphhhhhhhhhhhhhh" a low groan slowly escaped through Batgirl's lips as her body was bent more and more. Her breathing sped up with her excitement, and she could feel her juices flowing now around the vibrator that continued it invading song within her.

"UUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" A orgasm ripped through her body, intensified by the fact that her body was bound in such a way that it flowed inwards because the orgasm couldn't dissipate through moving limbs or body. She writhed slowly, her movements small. Just straining against the ropes. Tensing and relaxing her muscles again and again. Making the ropes bite deeper into her muscles again and again.

"mmmmmmmphhhhmmmm.....oommmmmmpppphhhhh...." her moans were constant as her bound body was now flipped over on the table. She looked upwards at the ceiling as she lay on her bound arms and legs, her belly arched upwards towards the greedy gaze of the henchman. He licked his lipstick covered lips and moved his hands to her arch, sculpted belly. His fingers slowly tracing the rope that wrapped around her trim waist, her quivering abdominal muscles as Batgirl squirmed helplessly under him.

Another orgasm ripped through Batgirl as she felt his hands roaming her body, his large hands now enveloping her jutting breasts to slowly massage them. Her eyes opened and closed dreamily as she moaned and chewed on her gag. She squirmed under his touch on the table, her juices now staining it's top as they soaked through the crotch ropes from around the vibrator, slowly dripping onto her legs, then running down to the table top. The feel of her own orgasm along her flesh drove her to another orgasm

"UUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The room was losing its focus as the henchman continued to explore her exquisite body. Spasms shot again and again through her body as she convulsed on the table top.

The henchman lifted his hands from the bound heroine and turned towards the door as his partner rolled a large metal box into the room.

"Joker went to set up. We are to put the bitch in this and meet him at the site." He said as he entered the room.

"Right! Batgirl is ready for transport," Number One answered and turned back to look down at Batgirl. Number Two joined him.

"Damn! She is hot! She is really into this, isn't she?" They looked down at the bound heroine who continued to spasm and moan before them. Her body bowed severely, the ropes tight and merciless. Indeed she was. Batgirl was in bondage heaven. She just wished that the two guys would stop talking about her and just fuck her! There was nothing that she could do to stop her rape, and indeed, right now she craved it.

"Too bad we can't fuck her," Number Two said as he moved slowly around the table, examining the lace clad body of Batgirl from every angle.

"Yeah. What a waste!" The first henchman agreed. "Well, we better get going," he said and he flipped the bound heroine back over onto her stomach. The second henchman moved to the metal box and undid several latches, allowing three sides to swing down. The top of the box had several hooks. Batgirl was oblivious to this as she continued to drift through her internal world of bound orgasms.

The two men then lift her up by the ropes that run along her back at her elbows, wrists and ankles.

"UUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!" Batgirl groans as she feels the strain of her being suspended in her hogtie. She snaps open her eyes and sees that she is being swung towards the opening of the metal box. Now she knows why she was tied thusly, in such a tight package. So that she would fit within its confines. She struggles, or trys to, only able to make her body rock slightly in the grasp of the two henchmen.

They move her into the box beneath the top, and attach the ropes to the hooks of the lid. They then step back to look at her, suspended in her hogtie within the box.

"Damn"
"Wow"

The two men marvel at the beauty of the bound heroine, hanging helplessly before them.
They then move to the sides and lift them up and latch them shut.

"Any idea what the Joker plans to do with her?" the second henchman asks.
"No. You?"
"Nope. But, whatever it is, I am sure it's going to be very interesting!" The two then laugh as they lift the front of the box and latch it shut, locking Batgirl in a world of darkness, her moans now filling the metal box and becoming an almost physical presence around her.