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 NINE

Batgirl moaned and groaned in the metal box as the henchmen roughly handled it from Corman's hideout into the indescript panel van for transport. They grunted as they lifted the container and slide it into the back, one climbing with it to secure it in the back so that it's shifting weight would not hinder their driving. Barbara felt ever bump and shifting as her bound body swayed against the sides as she dangled from the middle of the box in her extremely painful suspended hogtie.

She tried to concentrate on discovering a way to escape, but the buzzing vibrator inside her made concentration on such tasks neigh impossible. She closed her eyes and moaned in frustration as she chewed on her ball-gag, the soft 'splopping' of her drool falling to the floor of the box ringing against her ears. She came again in a violent shudder.

Batgirl heard the door to the panel truck slam shut, then the opening of shutting of the other doors as the henchmen got in. The ropes seemed to dig deeper into her flesh as the powerful motor came to life, sending vibrations through the trucks body, to her tiny prison, and thus to her.

"Unnngggmmmmmmmm", she groaned again around her gag, and then came again as the truck shifted into gear and started forward, causing her to rock back against the wall of the box.

The box soon became uncomfortably hot, both from her body heat, and she suspected, from the box being placed over the exhaust system of the truck, the heat of which rose through the floor board and into the box. Soon, the 'splopping' of the drool dripping from her gag was joined by the dripping of her sweat striking the floor of the box, turning the box into a muggy hot sauna. Before too long the lace costume that she was dressed in was soaking wet, sticking tightly against her athletic body.

Barbara panted and snorted through her nose as she swung back and forth. The pain was no longer excruitiating, since much of her body had gone numb. It was totally black in her world but she knew that she was getting tunnel vision. There was now a slight ringing in her ears as the truck bounced along the streets, it's suspension hard on her suspension. She knew that it was only a matter of time before she passed out from the combination of the pain, the heat, the humidity, and the lack of proper ventilation of the metal box.

She grunted as she strained her fingers to find a knot, any knot, to tamper with. But, she could only moan with disappointment. She was bound too well, too tight. She was indeed helpless. Sighing, she allowed herself to slip into the peaceful slumber of unconsciouness.

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Batgirl did not know how long she had been unconscious when she finally awoke. She was still in the dark, but this time it was different. No longer was she in the hot sweaty box. In fact, she didn't feel the sweaty lace costume anymore. It felt as if she was in her old costume again, this time a whole and complete costume. She could feel the weight of her equipment belt across her hips, and the fit of her gloves and boots. She shifted her back and felt her sliding a bit along her cape that lay between her and the surface of the platform.

She then realized that she was still bound, though differently. She was now tied spread-eagle against a flat surface. She moved her mouth, now ungagged to work the muscles that had previously been held apart by the foul tasting ball-gag. She then slowly cocked her head from side to side, her mouth slightly open to help her hearing. She could discern breathing in the room, but could not determine how many, or where.

Batgirl concentrated again on her predicament. She had been removed from the box while unconscious. She then felt the mild itching on her left buttock where she lay on the flat surface and realized that she had been injected with some sort of drug. Probably to keep her under while Joker and/or his co-horts stripped her, redressed her, and then bound her the way that she was. The vibrator had been removed from inside her she noticed right off. She internalized her senses, and determined that she had not been raped while she was out and at the mercy of the Joker.

She wasn't sure if she was glad....or disappointed.

Barbara looked up...and spotted a small glowing red light. She squinted her eyes at it to see what it was. She ran her tongue over her lips to moisten them as she realized that it was the indicator lamp of a video camera. She was being recorded. The room was still totally dark all around her, so unless it was an infra-red system, there was not much of her to see.

Batgirl then saw another red light turning on overhead...then another...and another...and yet another. Five cameras. She had no doubt that what was about to happen would be recorded, from differing angles, and most probably from differing resolutions.

Batgirl flexed her fingers, pressing the tips against the gloves seams. She silently cursed to herself. The costume feels like her own, but it was only a very well made copy. She wondered her equipment belt was the same, a copy. It didn't matter really at this point, since she could not reach it at any point the way that her wrists were tied above her and to the sides. She shifted her bound ankles and wrists. Not much play or slack, nor could she feel any knots with her fingers. She sighed....and waited.

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She did not have to wake for long as a familiar crazy laugh soon filled the room. Suddenly the room was brightly illuminated, and Batgirl closed her eyes against the dazzling glare, turning her head to the side to avoid the brightness of a overhead lamp.

"Hiya Bat-Slut! hehehehehehehe!!", the Joker cackled as he moved up to Batgirl, and looked down at her.

Batgirl was indeed bound spread-eagle, with cameras pointed at her from directly overhead, and from the sides. She was wearing a perfect replica of her purple costume. Joker smirked down at her giggling, knowing that even though she did wear her actual true equipment belt, it was totally useless to her.

"Joker, you bastard!", she spit at him, furious that he had stripped her and redressed her. Humiliated by the thought of having such things done to her without any knowledge of it at all.

"Indeed, yes indeedy yes!", Joker chortled as he leaned over to grin down at Batgirl, the lights shining against his pale skin. "I AM a bastard, Bat-Bitch!"

Barbara was bound against a metal table, with several seams, and articulating protrustions that so far where down out of the sight of her. Joker rubbed his hands with wicked glee as he moved around the table, checking to make sure that the ropes that bound Batgirl ran through the pulleys at the corners of the tables and secured to the winches.

"Ohh..ho..ho...hoooooo! You are going to LOVE this, Batsy!!"

Batgirl lifted her head, and looked along the table, and the way that she was tied.

"What the hell is this, Joker?!", she snarled. In fact she was curious, not only for the sake of her well-being, but also because of her insatiable curiosity about bondage. She could tell from looking at her bound wrists and seeing the small pulleys at the corners that the table also served as a rack of some kind. She also saw the hairline seams along the metal, and knew that the table could articulate into different latitudes as well.

"This," Joker laughed slapping the metal of the table beside her head, "is the end of you, Batgirl!"

Barbara looked around her, but could see nothing of immediate danger to her. No blades, no gas nozzles, no crushing devices. Indeed, nothing that she could see that reminded her of imminent danger and peril. She then looked slowly about the room, noting the cameras with thier red lights glowing to indicate that they are recording. Several small spotlights illuminated her and the table from diffent angles alongside the camera.

She continued to measure the room and it's contents rapidly. The room approximately twenty feet wide by forty feet long with walls of twelve feet. The ceiling consisted of metal cross braces below standard drywall type material, with more lights in several fixtures to keep the room brightly lit. She craned her head about searching for the door. She raised an eyebrow under her cowl as she saw a large glass booth behind her, with the door to the room nearby. Batgirl then realized that she was in a recording studio, and the Joker's henchmen were now at the controls of the cameras, lights, monitors, and she had no doubt, sound.

"What do you mean, Joker?" she asked him, a slight bit of curiosity blending in with her defiant angry voice. She stared at Joker, refusing to flinch as he stared back at her, meeting her eyes with his own crazed filled eyes. She knew that besides crazy, Joker was extremely intelligent. And that made her more than a little nervous.

"I realized that I have been going at it wrong all these years, Bat-Cheeks! Instead of trying to kill you, Batsey and the Boy Blunder, I should just have exposed you to the world!", he snortled.

"NO!", Batgirl gasped, as the true impact of the studio drives home, and a sick feeling developes in the pit of her stomach, as well as a twinge in her vagina. She blushed at that, and the Joker laughed, believing it was from her realizing her plight, and not from the fact that she found the concept of being unmasked publically extremely exciting sexually.

"Yes indeed. You will be more famous than ever, Batgirl! heheheheheheheh!", the green hair madman laughed as he moved to look at the control booth, and then pointed at the ceiling over Batgirl's head. She looked up to see a panel slide aside, and a large television monitor lower from the opening, stopping where she could easily see it. It was then turned on, and four test patterns came on, the huge screen split into four smaller screens. Each pattern was different and Barbara had no doubt that her unmasking would be going out on at least four different channels, most probably via several illegal satellite uplink taps.

"You wouldn't DARE!", she then hissed at the Joker as she began to pull vigorously at the ropes around her wrists and ankles. The only thing that happened was that the rope tightened it's hold about her limbs.

"HEHEHEHEHEH!!", Joker guffawed and danced around the table. "Hehehehe! Not I, Batgirl! It is YOU who will unmask yourself! Heheheheheheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"

"You are MAD!" Batgirl's green eyes blazed angrily as she turned her head to watch the Joker giggle and prance madly around her. There was no way that she would voluntarily unmask herself before the watching world for the Joker. Indeed, if that was the case, why didn't he just get some hostage and threaten the innocents death unless she remove her cowl, she wondered. Barbara often thought about that, and why no villains ever did the obvious. She wondered if that is one reason why she often wore such revealing and sexy outfits as she did, to distract the villains attention away from her cowl or mask, down to her body. At least, that was one of the reasons, she thought.

"Hehehehehe!! Thank you, Bat-Slut! That's the nicest thing you have told me all day!! Hehehehehehe!!", he chortled, leering over the writhing Batgirl who continued to pull ineffectually against her restraints.

"What do you mean?!", the purple clad heroine asked, finally stopping her battle against her bindings, having noticed that several of the Joker's henchmen were leering out at her to watch her struggle, her body straining sexily against her tight costume under the bright lights. She knew, and was not surprised by the reaction, having seen it many times among her captors, both male and female. Indeed, she had seen videos of her captured, bound and tormented, and knew she struggled very erotically. Still, this was not the time and place for her to think such thoughts.

She looked around the room, eyeing the cameras, monitors, the Joker, and his henchmen. She had no illusions about her being in one of the most dangerous moments of her career to date.

"I mean....well...hehehehehehehe!", the Joker laughed as he moved to a small control panel at one side of the room. Batgirl noticed immediately that it was not in line with any camera's view. Nor was the control room behind her. She knew this was because of Joker's fear of The Batman, knowing that Batman would have to be SURE of something beyond a doubt for him to take direct action against that person. His code of honor would keep him from revenging what would happen to Batgirl unless the Joker made his actual presence known. "I guess I will just have to SHOW you what I mean Bat-Bitch, and let YOU figure it out! heheheheheheheheh!!."

With that the Joker pressed a button on the console, and Barbara felt the table shifting underneath her. First, several panels opened beside her head, and a large panel in the table between her slide open as well. Next, she saw that the seams opened up a little wider on both sides of her arms as well as along her long legs, as the table began to turn into a rack, closer in form now as well as in function. The Joker cackled as he pressed another button and several thin metallic straps shot up from inside the now opened seams across her biceps, thighs, and calves. Another wider strap closed about her thin waist, as did another one that snapped over her neck, to pin her head back against the table.

"Ready boys??", the Joker then shouted up at the glassed control booth. Batgirl tried to crane her head, but couldn't with the strap now about her neck.

"Yes Joker", she heard coming over some hidden speakers.

"Satellite hook up?"

"Locked in. We are ready to transmit when you are, Joker."

"Ahhh...goodie goodie goodie!! What channels boys??", the Joker asked as he clapped his hands with evil joy.

"Local cable feed to Gotham's ABC affilliate. Satellite uplink to the CNN United States Satellite. We also got a good bounce and have the primary BBC-European satellite, as well. We also have tapped into the primary Turner satellite as well. They are totally under our control and the transmission cannot be jammed or blocked, except from here, Joker!"

"Excelllennnnntttttt!!!!", the Joker bounced up and down with the news. "Hear that Bat-Slut?! You are going on world-wide LIVE television! heheheheheheheh!!"

"God....noooooo," Barbara moaned as she saw the test patterns on the main four-by monitor flickering to reveal station identifiers. The other monitors besides the cameras came to life, to show on thier color screens what they were seeing.

"Lights! Camera!! ACTION!!", the Joker then cried out as he jammed his finger down hard on the button that set the rack into motion. At that moment Batgirl saw the large monitor changing, the four smaller screens replacing the test patterns with images of her on the rack. One a full body shot from overhead, the second a full body 3/4 shot from the camera on the ceiling several feet from the foot of the table, the third display seemed to be changing from time to time, as an operator in the booth switched from camera to camera to camera, panning and zooming. The fourth and last was a close-up of her cowled face. She looked up into her own large green eyes.

Within seconds several things happened at once. The first being that from the openings next to her head, two articulating arms came out. Batgirl swung her eyes from one to the other, then opened her eyes wider in surprise as the arms shot out tiny little clamps that fastened to the edge of her cowling.

"Noooooo!", she yelled as the arms beside her head shifted to take hold of the cowl, padded inner sections of the arms moving from the main arm pieces to press against her cheek bones below the cowling to pin her face in place so she could not rip the cowl from the little clamps in a side to side shaking of her head.

"Ughhhhhhhh", Batgirl then moaned as the second thing happened, that of the rack shifting to spread her arms and legs wider, while the small motors under the table came to life, and slowly began to stretch her.

Her eyes flicked down between her breasts to see a strange device rising up between her legs from another opening. On the device where a number of protrusions, not the least of which was a rather large and fancy looking dildo. Batgirl grimaced as she noticed that also attached where several cutting and spreading tools as well. At least, she HOPED that is what the strange things were for. Her eyes snapped up to the monitor above her, and sure enough the device was shown from every angle and close up. She could examine it just as could those who were now watching this 'program'.

Batgirl's eyes widened as text flashed across the screen. "THE UNMASKING OF BATGIRL, GOTHAM CITY'S ANGEL OF THE DARK. STARRING....?????....TO BE REVEALED!!!"