To Supergirl’s Rescue

by Sugarcoater

Batgirl swung down from the rooftops of Gotham and silently landed in the back alley of the garage. Earlier this evening, the young superheroine had spent her time beating various small time hoods into submission, forcing from them the information needed to pinpoint the location of Supergirl’s kidnapper. All of Gotham was shocked when Supergirl, attempting to help Batgirl break up the sinister gang terrorizing the city, had suddenly disappeared!
Batgirl gingerly pushed the back door ajar and stepped inside the expansive garage. The heels of her calf high yellow boots clicked quietly on the oil covered floor and her cape gently rustled as the superheroine walked into the shop. Her eyes looked over the workroom. Cars were parked randomly all over the garage; chains hung from the ceiling; florescent lights buzzed and flickered, bathing the room in a dim, ethereal light.
The black clad superheroine cautiously made her way across the huge garage, picking her way between the old, broken down cars. She heard the foot step a split second too late, as she suddenly felt someone grab her from behind! “OOF!” grunted Batgirl as a masked figure clad all in black grabbed the surprised superheroine.
“Ah, why if it isn’t the beautiful Batgirl. Isn’t it a little late to bring in the Batmobile for repairs?”
Batgirl desperately tried to struggle out of the villain’s strong grip, but to no avail. The villain held her in a bear hug with only one arm and lifted her off the ground. As the young superheroine struggled to escape from the man’s grip, she suddenly felt a strange feeling between her legs. She gasped as she felt the villain’s fingers tickling her crotch. “NO!!! You can’t <gasp> do this to me!”
Batgirl began to kick her legs to throw the villain off balance, but he continued to tickle the superheroine between thighs. As Batgirl continued her struggles, she began to feel a rising sensation deep within her. ‘Oh! I can’t let him do this to me!’ Batgirl desperately thought to herself. With all her strength, she thrust her elbow into the man’s midsection.
“UNGH!” grunted the man as the elbow connected. His grip loosened and the tousled Batgirl fell to the ground on all fours. She quickly tried to crawl away from the villain. Unfortunately, the man was too quick for her and swiftly he overtook her. He reached between Batgirl’s legs and grabbed a handful of her black latex costume. Roughly, he yanked her back towards him.
Batgirl felt the lower portion of her costume pull away from her body. Reflexively, she reached for the pant’s portion of her rubbery latex costume. As she did so, she lost her balance and fell face first onto the ground. Quickly she tried to scamper to her feet, but her boots slipped on the wet and oily surface of the garage and she fell back to the floor.
“Easy there Batgirl, you don’t have to pretend that you don’t like this,” mocked the villain. “Your friend Supergirl seemed to enjoy this quite a bit.”
The masked villain forced Batgirl down against the floor with one hand and reached back between her thighs with his other hand. Again, the villain started to tickle the superheroine’s crotch. Batgirl began to squirm and wriggle in the man’s grip. Her legs kicked out furiously as she reached out with her hands in an attempt to regain her balance.
“Oh PLEASE!! Stop <giggle> doing this to me!! Let me GO!!”
But even as Batgirl screamed and begged for the man to stop, she couldn’t help herself. She began to giggle as the man continued to tickle her.
“Please, stop <giggle> touching me <gasp> like this!” begged the helpless Batgirl.
“Now why should I Batslut? Especially after you seem to be enjoying this so much.”
Batgirl blushed deeply as she realized that the villain could feel that she was wet between her legs. Even as she tried to squirm away from the villain’s probing and tickling hand, she knew she wanted him to continue. After all, it felt so good! She began to move her firm butt back against the man’s hand, forcing his fingers up and into her tight latex costume. Back and forth she moved her tightly clad ass, driving the villain’s fingers into and out of her.
“Oh <giggle>…please….ugh…stop it!” Batgirl gasped.
The villain laughed aloud. “But Batgirl, if you want me to stop, all you have to do is crawl away from me.”
But she knew she did not want him to stop. She had never been touched like this before. And it was so dangerous. And best of all, she was a superheroine! It was so dirty and slutty-groveling on the slick wet ground as some masked villain touched and rubbed her tight muscular body-and that really excited her! The vibration of the man’s fingers on her skin tight rubbery latex uniform was making her climax.
“Alright Batbabe, let’s see what you’ve got for me,” smirked the villain as he flipped over the excited superheroine. Grabbing Batgirl by her uniform, he flipped her on her back. The young superheroine stared up at the masked man with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. She still believed she could escape whenever she desired, but she first wanted the man to touch her a little more. She arched her back so her beautiful breasts would tantalize the villain. If only he would grab her chest and…
“OH!!!” moaned Batgirl as the villain proceeded to satisfy her fantasy. The superheroine bucked against the floor as the man straddled her and massaged her breasts. As he continued to rub her magnificent chest with one hand, he gently lowered his other hand down to the wet area between her legs. The latex covering her crotch was completely soaked! The villain began to grow excited as he knew for certain that Batgirl was enjoying this.
“Here’s something to keep you quiet Batbabe.” The villain suddenly pulled out a blue piece of fabric from his pocket. Batgirl stared up at the thin blue satin fabric in disbelief!
“Oh my gosh! Those are Supergirl’s panties!!! What have you done-mmmff!” Roughly, the villain stuffed Supergirl’s shiny blue panties in Batgirl’s mouth. To her humiliation, Batgirl felt that Supergirl’s panties were still moist. But even worse, Batgirl realized that this only served to make her more excited!
“You’ll soon find out Batchick,” leered the masked man.
Suddenly, Batgirl felt a cool breeze on her clavicle. As she opened her eyes, she stared in fascinated horror as the villain gently sliced open her rubbery uniform. The razor in his hand slowly sliced down the center of the front of her uniform. Batgirl tried to suppress her fear and excitement. The uniform began to peel away from the young superheroine’s incredible body. She tried to pull restrain herself, but as the razor cut away the uniform down to her belly, Batgirl’s gigantic breasts bounced free of her latex costume. All thoughts of Supergirl’s fate quickly slipped from Batgirl’s mind as her body tensed in sexual excitement.
The villain gently reached down and pulled the superheroine’s breasts free of the clinging fabric. Batgirl sighed as she felt the man rub and massage her chaste breasts. “Mmmmmm,” groaned the young girl as she felt her body releasing her pent up sexual tension. All those nights fighting dangerous men while wearing only a skin-tight latex uniform were too much for her. She sensed that her darkest fantasy was about to be realized.
But the most erotic part of Batgirl’s fantasy was the corruption and immorality of her actions; the tarnishing of her pristine image was such a turn on for her! And she especially wanted to humiliate herself-to really turn herself on! Batgirl slipped her hand beneath the villain’s black pants and probed beneath his clothing. She quickly found what she was looking for and began to gently rub and massage the man’s erogenous organ. The texture of Batgirl’s yellow latex gloves really aroused the villain and his body started to pulsate in sexual excitement. Batgirl almost giggled to herself as she felt the man become more and more stimulated. ‘I’m so dirty,’ she thought to herself, as she felt her gloves become slick and slippery.
As the young superheroine continued to humiliate herself, the villain began to move his hands away from her chest and upward toward her head. As Batgirl continued to rub and stroke the villain, the masked man slipped a finger beneath her mask and began to pull it up. Batgirl tried to move her head away from the villain’s hand; she did not want him to stop touching her, nor was she done massaging the masked man. She was worried-should she try to move out of his reach, the villain might stop playing with her. And that was unacceptable to her right now. Her lust was too powerful. Yet to be unmasked! She was Barbara Gordon! a prominent figure in society; and to be groveling in some dark garage, partially stripped and allowing herself to be sexually assaulted! The revelation of her identity to this man would be too humiliating!
But despite her efforts, the villain was not to be deterred. Batgirl tried to move her head away from the villain but to no avail. Slowly and deliberately the villain removed the mask from Batgirl’s face. She tried to yell, but her voice was muffled by Supergirl’s panties. The man pulled the latex mask up and over her head, revealing the young superheroine’s face. She was stunningly beautiful!
“Well, well, well, I wouldn’t have guessed it: Barbara Gordon isn’t it?!”
The villain grinned as he looked down at the unmasked superheroine.
“So you’re the great Batgirl? I must say I am impressed. Not by your crime fighting skills of course…”
Barbara felt completely humiliated. She was unmasked! Her identity was revealed! And she was half naked, pleasuring some masked villain! All the while, her slick gloves continued to rub the villain’s thighs and between his legs. Batgirl could see that the man was enjoying it; he stifled a moan as she began to massage him more forcefully. She knew she should be concerned about the revelation of her identity and her disgracefully immoral behavior. But it felt so good to be slutty! To violate every principality and moral code of the superheroine! She was supposed to be a beautiful, sexy but untouchable figure, not some slut sweating and groveling in a tight latex costume getting fingered all over by some masked man.
The villain’s hands now returned to her chest. But instead of resting there, they continued downward past her luscious breasts. Batgirl gasped as she felt his hands pull up the tight rubbery latex which covered her midsection. She panted with excitement as she felt the man’s hands slide beneath the latex and begin to massage her crotch! At this point she could no longer control herself. Her body began to buck and thrust at the touch of the man’s hands.
Batgirl now wanted to be completely satisfied. She reached beneath the latex covering her groin and removed the man’s hands. Then she grabbed hold of the villain and pulled him down and onto her. She thrust her hips up against his and started to grind against him. Batgirl’s half naked body was covered by a film of sweat as she panted and moaned in delight. In her ecstasy, she grabbed the remnant of her costume on her shoulder and pulled it down to her waist. The gorgeous superheroine was now topless, save for her mask. The heat of the moment had taken over her. She reached down and slipped her hand beneath the portion of her costume which covered her waist and legs. Batgirl was so aroused that she could not think of the repercussions of her actions. Quickly, she began tugging and ripping away the remainder of the Batgirl costume, until she was only covered by her bright yellow rubber boots and her yellow rubber panties. The remains of her outfit lay about her in a tangled, torn mass.
“Just a second babe, I’ll be right back.” The man rose to his feet and quickly moved to the small office in the corner of the garage. Batgirl lay sprawled on the floor, soaked in oil and other fluids. She could not wait for the villain to return and continue with her.
Her excitement rose as she heard his footsteps returning.
“And now for the coup de maitre,” announced the villain. He grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her. Batgirl’s breasts bulged out further from her chest. She pulled Supergirl’s blue panties from her mouth.
“So what do you have for me now villain?” smiled Batgirl as she looked up at the masked man.
“Just this Batslut,” grinned the villain. Batgirl gazed up at the man as he pulled Supergirl’s cape from a satchel pack. He swiftly tied the helpless superheroines hands together behind her back.
“Is that…is that Supergirl’s…?”
The villain merely ignored Batgirl and reached down for the superheroine’s soaked rubber panties. He preferred the feel of Batgirl’s rubbery underwear to that of Supergirl’s satin panties. Slowly he began to rub his hand against the slippery material. The panties slid smoothly up and down her groin as she moaned in delight. She began to spread her legs and push her crotch up against the villain’s hands. The rubber material hung loosely from her waist as they continued to slide about between her legs as the villain rubbed her crotch with the panties. As much as she tried, she could not focus on escape. She could only think of Supergirl, and what the villain had done to her-and what he would now do to her!
But just as panting Batgirl was about to give into her lust, the villain leaned back and stepped away from the superheroine. “What…?” gasped Batgirl.
The villain quickly jumped to his feet. “Sorry Batbabe, but I gotta run. Hope this was as good for you as it was for me,” grinned the villain.
Batgirl rose to all fours. “Please…you can’t just…” but her words were muffled by Supergirl’s panties.
The villain was not listening to the superheroine but rather to the sirens which wailed outside the old garage. “If you didn’t want me to leave so soon, you shouldn’t have sounded the alarm. Sorry babe, maybe some other time.” And with that, the villain shoved Supergirl’s panties deeper into Batgirl’s mouth, slapped the superheroine on her exposed butt, and ran out the back door.
Now Batgirl was extremely apprehensive. She began to panic at the thought of the police bursting into the garage and finding her almost completely naked-tied up in Supergirl’s cape with Supergirl’s panties in her mouth!!-with her costume lying in tatters around her! Swiftly the bound superheroine kicked as much of her costume as she could find underneath one of the cars and fled out the back door.
There was a large dumpster in the alley behind the garage. Without hesitation, Batgirl flipped up the lid with her shoulder and climbed in. Thankfully, the dumpster was fairly empty, save for a few old cardboard boxes. As she hid in the garbage, Batgirl tried pulling on what was left of her uniform. If she was caught, she hoped that whoever found her would think that her costume had been torn up in battle.

After a long half hour, Batgirl emerged from the dumpster. The cops had finally vacated the area and all was quiet in the alley. She climbed out of the container and stood in the darkness. Batgirl looked down at herself in embarrassment. She was barely clothed, still tied up in Supergirl’s cape with her friend’s panties still shoved in her mouth. Her uniform barely covered the center of her chest, only the middle of her emblem was still apparent. Her backside was completely exposed, save for a thin strip of uniform which held the upper portion of her uniform onto her body. Her panties were the only clothing which covered her midsection.
‘Well, at least no one saw what happened,’ Batgirl tried to console herself. But her solace was to be short lived, as the videotape in the garage’s security camera promptly became the hottest news piece of the decade in Gotham.