BATGIRL: THE BAT, THE CAT & THE SHRECK

BY TRENT WOLF

Author’s Note: This story takes place in the Batman film universe, in which Batgirl (played by Alicia Silverstone) is Alfred Pennyworth’s Niece, Barbara Wilson, a departure from the comic book universe. The Catwoman (played by Michelle Pfeiffer) in this story is based on the film version as well. Tool and Ling are original characters. Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature audiences.

Part 1 - The Bat and the Cat

Batgirl watched the slinky form of her nemesis from a darkened corner of the penthouse office located atop the Shreck building. The trap had been set, and the moment was at hand. Conrad Shreck, the nephew of Max Shreck and the heir to his fortune, had made arrangements with Batgirl to test the high tech security system. He announced to the press his possession of a rare diamond, thereby setting the bait to lure Catwoman to the building in order to steal it from his vault. They knew Catwoman would not be able to resist such a temptation, especially since it involved the last surviving relative of Max Shreck, the one who had in essence “murdered” Selina Kyle.

Now Batgirl watched as Catwoman, dressed in her tight black vinyl costume and kinky boots, evaded the laser, motion and sound detection system. She waited patiently while Catwoman used a laser drill and then inserted a fiber optic camera into the metal door of the vault in order to watch the tumblers fall as she twisted and turned the combination of the locking device.

Catwoman never questioned her own mind as to why the owner of a large conglomerate would use such an antiquated vault locking system. When Catwoman finally watched the last tumbler fall, the vault clicked open. She knew she would only have seconds to obtain the diamond and escape after the sound detection went off.

Once the door swung open, Catwoman was stunned to discover the vault completely empty. All at once, she knew she had been set up, and the voice behind her only reinforced the realization.

“Well, Catwoman, I see you couldn’t resist temptation.” Batgirl said as the lights in the office came on slowly. She stepped forward slowly; arms crossed and long leather cape swishing. The soft glow of the light highlighted the latex and rubber lines of her form-fitting costume, which accentuated Barbara Wilson’s figure, from pointed boots, to flared hips, all the way up to her bust.

Catwoman spun around and hissed, “Batgirl! You set up this little trap! Why?”

“Because you’re a criminal.” Batgirl said. “And because Conrad Shreck asked for my assistance. You were so kind to reveal the weaknesses in his security system, and now I’ve got another inmate for Arkham Asylum. We killed two birds with one stone, you might say.”

“You would help someone whose legacy includes murder?”

“Conrad is not at all like his uncle.” Batgirl replied in defense.

“Sounds like you have a thing for him.” Catwoman taunted. “How cute. I must say you two would make a fitting couple. A Bat and a rat.”

“All right, we can make this easy…” Batgirl said as she approached Catwoman in a fighting stance. “…Or we can make this hard. “

“I prefer hard.” Catwoman said, as she lunged at Batgirl.

Her quickness surprised Batgirl, and she allowed herself to fall backwards in order to alleviate the inertia behind Catwoman’s attack, and then used her athletic legs to propel Catwoman up and over her. As Catwoman tumbled over head over spiked heels, Batgirl flipped and rolled back up onto her feet as Catwoman leapt to her feet as well. She was as swift as her namesake, and Batgirl feinted mightily to avoid her razor sharp claws as Catwoman swiped at her face.

They traded kicks and blows around the spacious office, both unaware that Conrad was watching with great amusement from a hidden camera and monitor located elsewhere in the building. This was indeed the greatest catfight he had ever witnessed. The two were nearly identical in skill and speed. When one got the upper hand, the other would counter until the momentum shifted back and forth. Batgirl and Catwoman pummeled each other mercilessly.

Batgirl would catch a boot to her stomach, knocking the wind out of her, and then retaliate with a backhanded fist to Catwoman’s face. When their stamina began to fade, they clinched on a plush leather sofa, entangled with legs and arms, rubber squeaking against vinyl, as the two fierce combatants gasped and huffed, faces inches from each other. They each struggled to gain the upper hand, Catwoman pulling hard to yank back Batgirl’s long blonde locks while Batgirl pressed an open hand across Catwoman’s throat, choking her air off.

From his office, Conrad was enthralled at the battle of wills. The suspense was almost too much to bear. Who would win? In the end, of course, it really wouldn’t matter.

Suddenly Catwoman leaned her head forward enough to lick Batgirl’s face, causing the heroine to grimace with disgust. It was just enough of a distraction for Catwoman as Batgirl loosened her grip enough to allow Catwoman to steal away and pull out her whip. Catwoman decided she had had enough. She would whip this heroine into submission, and make her escape.

Batgirl barely had enough time to put her arm up and block the first lash of Catwoman’s whip. One fraction of a second later, and the whip would have left a deep gash across her smooth cheek. It was at times like this that Batgirl regretted using a smaller mask rather than a cowl. As Catwoman continued her relentless and savage lashing, Batgirl used her cape to block most of the whipping. Even through her latex however, Batgirl could still feel the harsh sting as one lash caught her across her shapely thigh.

Catwoman realized she was getting nowhere with her whip, but she kept it up so that she could move closer and closer to her escape through the window. Batgirl realized what she was doing, and as Catwoman gave Batgirl one last lash and turned to flee, Batgirl raised one gauntlet and fired a miniature Batarang at Catwoman just before she leapt out the window.

Catwoman was airborne for only a second, and then she felt something sharp snap around her right ankle. She gasped when suddenly she was pulled backwards back into the penthouse office and then landed with an ‘Oomph!’ on the plush carpeting, knocking the air out of her lungs. As she lay stunned and gasping for air, Batgirl leapt on her back and straddled her as she grabbed Catwoman’s flailing arms and yanked them hard behind her back. She quickly snapped a pair of stainless steel Batcuffs on Catwoman’s wrists and locked them tight.

The villainess hissed and squirmed fiercely underneath her captor, as Batgirl then snatched the thin cable line around Catwoman’s ankle and hoisted it up enough to wrap it over a heavy metal light fixture mounted in the ceiling. Suddenly Catwoman was upended with one leg pointing straight up and the other kicking wildly as she twisted at the cuffs behind her back. She indeed reminded Batgirl of a captured cat in the wild as the costumed villainess cursed at her.

“Let me go, bitch!” Catwoman hissed. “You’ll pay for this!”

“Save it for your diary.” Batgirl taunted defiantly as she smiled down on Catwoman.

“Well done.” Came a voice suddenly as the office doors swung open and in entered Conrad Shreck along with a pair of associates whom Batgirl had never seen before.

One was a tall man wearing a dark leather trench coat and shiny black storm trooper boots. His jet-black hair was long and straight, flowing down around his chest and shoulders, and he wore sleek dark glasses. He reminded Batgirl of some bizarre compilation of gothic, nazi, heavy metal vampire. The other was an oriental, and she was just as strange, wearing a leather catsuit, high, fetish boots and elbow length kid gloves. Her silken hair was piled atop her head stylishly, and revealed a perfect, flawless porcelain complexion with high cheekbones and thick dark violet lips.

Suddenly Batgirl felt an unusual vibe in the room as the oriental looked at Catwoman lasciviously while the bound captive snarled and struggled to free herself. She could feel the other man’s eyes on her, even from behind his dark glasses. When he grinned at her, Batgirl felt a chill.

“Well, I guess my work here is done.” Batgirl said. “I’ll be taking Catwoman now.”

“I’m afraid there’s been a slight change of plans, Batgirl.” Conrad told her simply.

“What do you mean?” Batgirl asked. She didn’t like the way he said that.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced you to my friends.” Conrad said as he gestured to his cohorts. “This is Tool.”

Tool nodded and half-bowed at Batgirl with his hands clasped behind his back, with that weird grin across his face. His voice was deep and throaty. “The pleasure is mine.”

“And this is Ling.” Conrad introduced the stunning woman.

Ling only stared into Batgirl’s masked eyes, smiling ever so slightly, as if she were a serpent eyeing an injured bird. The two of them gave Batgirl the creeps, and she wondered what they were doing there with Shreck. They didn’t exactly look like the boardroom types.

“All right Shreck, what’s the change of plans?” Batgirl said after an uncomfortable pause.

“Catwoman is my property now.” Conrad said calmly. “As you will be too. Tool and Ling are here assist me in your training.”

“Training?” Batgirl said in stunned confusion. What was he up to? Batgirl thought.

“Yes.” Conrad continued. “Catwoman is pretty much responsible for my uncle and nephew’s death as you may or may not know. I’m going to teach her a few lessons on fucking with the Shreck family. As for you, Batgirl, by your association with Batman, you fall under the category of revenge as well.”

“Conrad…” Batgirl began.

“I know this is hard for you to grasp right now, Batgirl.” Conrad said. “But in time you will. I apologize for leading you on, letting you and everyone else think that I was a harmless, benign philanthropist, trying to right the sins of my uncle. But, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…chip off the old block…all that stuff…well, you get the gist.”

Batgirl watched in confusion as Shreck, Tool and Ling each took a pair of nose plugs attached to a plastic tube and placed them in their noses. Before she realized what was happening, she saw Shreck push a remote control device in his hand, and saw the doors close behind them. She then heard a soft hissing noise.

“You’re probably wondering what’s going on.” Conrad said as Tool and Ling each began slowly walking around behind Batgirl to encircle her from three directions. “This office is airtight, and right now I’m de-pressurizing it, sort of like a plane’s cockpit. As the oxygen disappears very rapidly, you are going to feel very disoriented… light headed …seeing double.

Batgirl was indeed feeling all those things as she gasped for precious air, but to no avail. She tried to turn and face Tool and Ling, who were protected from the effects of lack of oxygen by their breathing tubes connected to tiny compressed air tanks inside their clothing. Ling had picked up Catwoman’s whip, and used it to lash delicately around Batgirl’s slender neck with sadistic relish, and then pulled Batgirl forward as the dizzy heroine grabbed at the whip.

Tool had then come up behind her and cold cocked the weakened Batgirl in the back of the head with one hand, and then covered her mouth with a chloroform soaked cloth with the other.

“Mmmmbllmmm.” Batgirl muttered behind the thick cloth as she struggled with futility.

“We don’t want to take any chances, you understand.” Conrad said, as Tool and Ling brought Batgirl slowly to her knees, and then splayed her out on the carpet, totally unconscious.

As Ling bent down and brushed Batgirl’s soft hair away from her sleeping face with care to study her soft features, Tool went over and leaned down to get a closer look at Catwoman. Obviously, he was enthralled with the villainess, who was in the last throes of sleep resistance.

“Sleep, my little pet.” Tool said calmly, placing a cloth of her own over Catwoman’s gasping mouth as she twisted her head from side to side in resistance.

Conrad watched as Tool and Ling went about their duties, first trussing Batgirl with steel custom made hand and ankle cuffs, each separated by short metal bars, and then connected them together with two short crossed bars behind her back in a hog tied position. Another metallic cuff slid around her waist and connected to the crossed bars in the middle. A metal handle was connected to the elaborate contraption to allow Tool to pick up his somnambulant victim, spreading the weight out evenly for carrying ease. Once they did the same with Catwoman, Conrad returned the room oxygen to normal.

“Okay, they’re all yours. Take them to down to the basement shop.” Conrad told his accomplices, who were clearly thrilled at the impending opportunity to “train” their two new victims. “I want them back in twenty four hours. Obedient… subservient…and eager to please.”

Tool and Ling looked at each other and grinned evilly. Their adrenaline was pumping at full throttle as they carried their packages toward a hidden elevator. As the two rode down into the bowels of the Shreck building into the secret basement lair, Ling looked over at her eager companion and asked, “Which one do you want?”

“My mother never let me have a cat when I was a kid.” Tool said with a grin. “She said they were evil, but I’ve always wanted to play with one. They’re so soft… and pliant.”

“I used to drown them when I was a child,” Ling giggled like a school child.

You were very cruel.” Tool laughed.

“Can’t you make this elevator go any faster?” Ling complained as she ran a gloved finger across Batgirl’s parted lips while Tool petted and stroked the cowl of Catwoman as the two captives breathed lightly and moaned in chloroform-induced slumber.

Part 2 - Ling Dynasty

The dream was always the same.

Barbara Wilson was back at Oxbridge Academy, wearing her school uniform of pleated skirt, blouse, striped tie, sweater, and knee socks with low-heeled shoes. She was walking the hallways while classes were going on, heading toward a door at the end of the hall. When she finally reached it, she opened the door and was led into the headmaster’s office. Barbara was nervous. She knew she had been called to the office because she was in trouble. The headmaster, who sat behind his desk looking at a folder, made Barbara stand and wait in front of his massive oak desk, without asking her to sit or even acknowledge her. Just as Barbara was about to speak, the headmaster looked up.
“I must say I’m very disappointed in you Miss Wilson.” He said as he removed his glasses and leaned back in his chair. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Barbara was at a total loss. Not only did she not know what she was in trouble for; she couldn’t even gather the courage to speak to the intimidating headmaster, who seemed to have a hypnotic hold on her. Finally, she stammered, “Um…no…sir.”
“Well.” The headmaster said as he stood up. “It pains me to do this since you are usually an excellent student, but I must now administer your punishment.”
Barbara watched as the headmaster went to a corner of the room and picked up a long stick used for blackboard pointing during lectures. Suddenly her adrenaline began pumping as she realized in disbelief what the headmaster’s punishment was going to be. But this was upper grade schooling, how could they still use such juvenile means of discipline?
“Please bend over and place your hands on the desk.” The headmaster ordered Barbara.
Before Barbara could even begin to respond or protest, she felt the headmaster grab her by the arm roughly and push her forward until she couldn’t help but brace herself against the large desk. He told her in a firm commanding voice, which startled her, “Don’t move, Miss Wilson.”
“I…wait…” Barbara began, and then gasped when she felt the headmaster flip her short skirt up over her waist. Barbara was frozen with fear, and she struggled to find words to speak. Like many dreams, she could not find the will to make her body move or react.
“This is going to hurt you more that it hurts me.” The headmaster said, and Barbara could almost detect a mocking tone in his voice. Didn’t he mean it the other way around?
Barbara gasped in unsuspecting surprise as the first ‘Thwack!’ came down on her firm behind. It was humiliating enough that her skirt was flipped up to reveal her cotton panties, but now he was actually spanking her with a stick. She was about to turn and protest, when the headmaster grabbed her shoulder and held her firm as he whacked her again.
“Ooow!” Barbara yelled out in pain. She couldn’t believe what was happening.
“I told you not to move.” The headmaster said sternly. “Now you’ll get one extra.”
‘Thwack!’ Came the harsh blows again and again as Barbara turned red in humiliation. She bit her lip and groaned as the headmaster continued his burning licks, eleven in all. The end couldn’t come soon enough, and by the end, Barbara’s eyes were wet with stinging tears. It was then when she realized that the headmaster was holding her by the hair at the back of her neck.
When she tried to twist away from his rough grip, the headmaster informed her, “We’re not through here yet, Miss Wilson.”
Barbara was stunned when the headmaster suddenly shoved her down forward on the desk, causing her to gasp when her breasts were pressed down on the hard surface. When she tried to reach up and grab his hand to loosen his grip and squirm away, he only tightened his hold and dropped the stick next to her on the desk.
“Please…let me up…” Barbara pleaded, shocked at her horrifying situation.
“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Miss Wilson.” The headmaster told her as he held her down with one hand and began to unzip his slacks with the other.
When Barbara heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper, she cried out, “What are…you going to do?”
“You need to learn that when you break the rules, Miss Wilson, you must suffer the consequences as well.”
“Please…I’m sorry!” Barbara begged as she felt her panties being pulled down behind her.
“Apologies won’t cut it at this institution, Miss Wilson. You of all people should know that.”
“Aaaaaaaah!” Barbara screamed as the headmaster suddenly penetrated her from behind, inserting his hardened cock deep inside her vagina. As she grabbed and held on to the edge of the desk, the headmaster began to thrust into her, driving her thighs against the desk as Barbara was tossed roughly around the surface of the desk. Incredibly, Barbara began to feel a stimulating sensation as the headmaster pumped into her. She couldn’t believe that she was actually feeling aroused by her ‘punishment.’
“Ooooooh!” Barbara began to moan softly in dreamy ecstasy. The hardness and thrusting of the headmaster was overcoming her very senses, and she felt the unmistakable wave of an orgasm welling up inside her.
After several long minutes of fucking the young student, the headmaster suddenly pulled out, surprising Barbara and disappointing her at the same time. Had she actually wanted him to continue? She was then stunned by his next actions, gasping as he pulled her up and then twisted her around to face him. She was even more stunned that the headmaster was no longer the headmaster, but instead, Bruce Wayne.
As her mouth dropped in shock and before she could even speak, Bruce spoke to her. “We’re not finished with your punishment, Batgirl.”
Bruce Wayne grabbed her by the shoulder and forced her down on her knees, and Barbara suddenly realized that she was now wearing her Batgirl costume as her cape flowed about her shoulders while she was forced to her knees.
“You are too careless, Batgirl.” Bruce Wayne admonished her, continuing in the stern tone of the headmaster. “You need to learn how to follow my rules.”
Barbara was looking up into Bruce Wayne’s accusing eyes, and did not realize that Bruce was taking his cock out until it was being forced past her parted lips and deep into her mouth.
“Ummmph!” Barbara mumbled as Bruce Wayne’s hard member filled her nearly to the back of her throat. She tried to move her head back, but Bruce held her by her blonde tresses and forced her head forward until she was nearly choked by his size.
“Ummmblmmm.” Barbara tried to protest as Bruce began feeding her mouth. She had no choice but to take him in and suck him off. Her saliva was lubricating his shaft, and it was now sliding in and out in long strokes. She was totally helpless in Bruce Wayne’s grasp, holding on weakly to his legs and closing her eyes while taking her ‘punishment.’
“You’ll learn to do things my way, or else…” He said.
He sounded different now, more accusing, and when Barbara opened her eyes again and looked up meekly, she found that she was now orally stimulating Batman in all his costumed glory. He stared down at her malevolently, with dark eyes behind his thick rubber cowl.
Barbara was suddenly aroused by the figure before her, and her sense of duty to Batman and guilt that she may have let him down overcame her enough so that she began to try and make up for it by pleasuring him as much as possible. She bobbed her head back and forth with increasing rhythm until she felt him tense up. At the same time, she felt her own body tensing up like an electric wire.
He clenched her head with both gloved hands and rammed forward, spilling his come into Barbara’s warm mouth. She swallowed hungrily, suddenly thrusting one gloved hand down between her legs to rub furiously at her crotch, desperately trying to bring herself to climax.
It was almost enough. As her hips quivered while she grabbed herself, Batman groaned loudly and held on until he had spilled every drop inside Barbara’s mouth and down her throat.
Barbara realized this was a dream, and she would soon wake up to discover that Batman was no longer over her, and she almost whimpered at the dreaded realization that her climax would not come yet again, as in all the other dreams.
But this time it was different.

Batgirl awoke to an increasingly pleasurable sensation in her groin. She knew she was waking up from her familiar dream, but the sensation of an onrushing orgasm was indeed building within her. Maybe this time would be different. She would climax after all.

“Uuuuuummmmmmmmm!” Batgirl moaned as she kept her eyes shut tight, struggling to fight off the waking sensation in order to satisfy her own deep desire to come. The climax pushed it’s way to the surface, and Batgirl tensed up as her body shivered in reaction to the exploding orgasm inside her. Suddenly she sensed something odd, and she became wide-awake.

Her hand was not at her crotch as it had been in the dream. In fact, both her hands were above her, cuffed to a metal bed frame. She quickly opened her eyes wide and discovered to her shock that the exotic oriental woman who had been introduced to her as Ling in Shreck’s office, was now looking down at her with a serpentine grin across her beautiful face. Not only that, her hand was the one between her legs, massaging her through the rubber material of her costume.

“Unnnnh! Unngh! Get…off of me!” Batgirl grunted in anger as she turned bright pink at the realization of what had been done to her in her while she was unconscious and in a vulnerable state.

“You like that?” Ling asked with a satisfied grin. “I’ll do it more if you like.”

“Don’t…touch me!” Batgirl responded vehemently to Ling’s teasing. Batgirl tried to lash and snarled at Ling, and discovered that her ankles were also cuffed to the bed frame as well. Batgirl angrily thrashed and grunted for a few minutes, actually moving the bed a few inches across the floor as she struggled in futility against her bonds as Ling looked on in delight. When Batgirl realized that Ling was getting a sexual charge out of her desperate struggling, Batgirl suddenly stopped, and was now breathing hard through her flaring nostrils as her breasts heaved up and down, struggling to catch her breath. Batgirl could now only give Ling a cold hard stare in anger.

“You are very beautiful when you are angry.” Ling said as she bent down closer to Batgirl’s face and brushed back the hair that had been tossed across her flushed features. She then leaned down to kiss Batgirl on the cheek, keeping her hand squeezed tight between the heroine’s legs.

“Unngh!” Batgirl grunted and turned her head away as Ling unsuccessfully attempted to tongue kiss her. Ling settled for running her tongue across Batgirl’s cheek and neck, as the heroine tried to buck away from Ling, but no avail. The villainess was free to do with Batgirl whatever she pleased. All she could do was shut her eyes and strain helplessly at her wrists and ankle, tensing and arching her body to the limits.

When Ling was finished tongue bathing Batgirl’s neck and ears, she leaned up to survey her captive, clearly enjoying the heroine’s defiance, and she decided it was time to get a real rise out of her squirming captive. This was the first time she had a real super heroine in her grasp, and she had always fantasized about what she would do if she ever caught one. There were so many things that she could barely decide what to do next. Then it dawned on her and her almond eyes lit up.

Ling ran her velvet-gloved finger around the edges of Batgirl’s eye mask, as Batgirl looked up at her nervously. Batgirl was hoping that her captor was not really contemplating what she thought she was. Her hopes went unanswered as Batgirl caught the look of recognition in her eye, as if Ling was reading her mind. Batgirl suddenly began turning and thrashing her head from side to side as Ling suddenly grasped the edge of the eye mask and began peeling it away from her eyes.

“No! Unnnngh! Don’t you …dare! Stop!” Batgirl screamed as Ling de-masked her with a cruel flourish. Batgirl suddenly went ballistic, tugging hard at the cuffs and shaking the bed frame as she yanked furiously at her cuffs. While she struggled, Ling took a wet cloth and used it wipe away the dark eye paint around Batgirl’s eye’s. Suddenly, she was reduced to being Barbara Gordon, her soft and pretty young features revealed before Ling, who stared down approvingly.

“Say hello to the camera.” Ling said cheerfully as she pointed up to a corner of the room to a video camera mounted in the ceiling. Barbara had no idea that Conrad Shreck was now up in his office suite, using his remote control device to zoom in on Barbara’s stunned face to capture her full features in his video archive. He now had his ace in the hole to play whenever he needed it.

All Barbara could do now was stare helplessly into the camera as Ling began preparing whatever she had planned for her.

Part 3 - Tool’s Torment

Tool was in the process of his programming of Catwoman. He had her strapped in a strict confining harness and suspended within a box-like metal frame with her arms bound up tightly behind her back in a single lace-up glove. Her thin legs hung loose, inches from the floor, and her ankles were cuffed and held close with a thin chain. She was currently kicking up a storm, her kinky stiletto boots jerking up and down, as Tool placed the finishing touches on her new look.

Catwoman uttered a low growl and squirmed as she watched Tool remove a pair of pliers taken from a rolling black box nearby, whose drawers were loaded with all kinds of equipment. He used the small pliers to attach a thin metal link to her newly pierced navel. Among other things, Tool had pierced the lip of her vagina and her nipples after neatly cutting away the vinyl material around those areas. He had also placed a stainless steel ball through her tongue. Catwoman was livid that he not only pierced her most sensitive areas against her will, but that he had waited until she had awakened from her chloroform-induced slumber to do it.

“Mmmmmph! Arrrunngh! Ummmmph!” Catwoman screamed. She was attempting to order Tool to stop, but the bit gag placed between her lips and teeth muffled her curses.

“You’re a feisty little bitch.” Tool said in a throaty growl. “I like that.”

Catwoman glared at him malevolently with her large blazing eyes, dying to be loose so that she could shred this hated bastard to pieces. But even that would have been impossible since he had already used one of his many medieval type tools to de-claw the razors from her gloved fingers. She saw that he clearly enjoyed his work as he toyed with her incessantly, enjoying her captivity as well as her angry struggles. Catwoman was definitely not used to be being on this end of the torment, and it was all she could not to go insane with the desire to free herself.

Her anger had reached a fever pitch when he suddenly began unmasking her by removing her cowl temporarily to videotape her reactions. She could only snarl and hiss like her namesake and hurl venomous curses as he removed her bit gag for a minute.

“I’m going to enjoy tearing you to pieces when I get free.” Catwoman warned him with a ragged voice, which was hoarse from her prolonged screaming when Tool pierced her earlier.

“You’re getting me hot.” Tool laughed as he set his video camera down, and then replaced her cowl. He then replaced the bit gag back into her mouth and strapped it around her head as Catwoman twisted her head around in resistance. Tool then went to his box and took the first chain from a tray of laid out strands. He used a small chain-cutting tool to attach one end to a loop ring on her single glove, and then brought the other end between her legs and attached it to her pussy ring. She would now be very reluctant to struggle and free herself. He then took a second chain and hooked one end to her navel ring and the other to the chain at her ankles. The third was attached to her nipple ring and allowed to dangle between her pert breasts, infuriating Catwoman to no end.

As Tool finished attaching the chains to Catwoman’s new ring pierces, he cruelly taunted her. “That tongue ball is so you can make Shreck crazy when you suck him off.”

Catwoman could only stare hatefully at her tormentor, holding her self as still as possible to keep from pulling painfully on the pierced rings, which already ached from their recent placement. Then she watched helplessly as Tool placed the final humiliating touch; a diamond studded cat collar was clasped around her neck and a leash latched onto it. This was almost too much for Catwoman, and she swore to herself that she would kill this animal when this was all over.

“Okay, my little pet.” Tool said as he took a suspicious looking jar of some substance in one hand and held it up at her eye level. In the other he took one of a handful of small vials of liquid from one of the tool drawers. “Now for your next little treat. I think you’ll really like this.”

Catwoman watched intently, like a feline watching a bird, as Tool set the jar down atop his toolbox and dipped his fingers into the jelly-like substance and then stood directly in front of her. Her worst fear was realized when he brought his fingers to her crotch and then slipped them inside her opening as she tried to tighten herself in resistance. The slippery mass allowed his fingers to enter easily, and Catwoman gasped as he forced his fingers in deeper and deeper. Her eyes went wide and her body suddenly tensed up, as the inside of her vagina suddenly seemed to buzz with a highly stimulating tingling sensation. As Tool worked his fingers to fill every crevice, Catwoman bit down hard on her bit gag and groaned with reluctant pleasure. Whatever this substance was, it was making her extremely aroused inside her increasingly wet opening.

“Unnnnnnnnh!” Catwoman closed her eyes and groaned as Tool smiled. Now was the time. He took one of the vials and snapped the tip off with his thumb and placed it under her nose. The pungent scent filled Catwoman’s flaring nostrils, and she tensed up as a surprising orgasm suddenly shattered her senses. She didn’t know what it was, but the combination of the substance inside her combined with the vial’s scent, created an overwhelming orgasmic reaction within her.

Tool stared with relish at Catwoman’s erotic facial reactions. He was now ready for her final training. “You’re probably wondering why I’m called Tool.”

Catwoman barely heard her cruel captor. Her body was rushing with energy and she could barely comprehend what was happening to her. She opened her eyes long enough to see that Tool was opening the array of buckles at his leather pants and was now removing his member from within. Her eyes went wide when she saw the size of him. Her mind was torn between resisting his advances and succumbing to them. The fire inside of her was burning intently, and she needed something to quench it. As much as she hated to be taken by this beast, her body was responding in an altogether different manner. She could only describe it as being in heat.

“I made this catnip recipe just for you, Catwoman.” Tool explained, knowing that Catwoman was wondering what was happening to her. “It’s a mix of Shreck’s cologne and an aphrodisiac. My little jelly recipe inside your pussy is a special mix of nerve enhancements. From now on you are going to have an itch that will be constantly aching to be scratched.”

Tool suddenly thrust himself inside Catwoman’s vulnerable opening, past the chain and pierced ring and deep inside her, causing her to squeal. “Unnngh! Erruuummmmmmmph!”

“After I’m finished with you, all you’ll want is one thing.” Tool said as he grasped her tight ass cheeks and slammed into her with a quick thrust. “And whenever you get near Shreck and pick up his scent, he’s the one you’ll want to do it with, just like a good little pussy.”

With that, Tool began to fuck Catwoman deep and hard. The vicious villainess had now been reduced to a whimpering sex toy, and another collectible for Shreck’s amusement.

Part 4 - Ling’s Ancient Chinese Secrets

Barbara Wilson was covered with needles. From her chest down to her feet, hundreds of gold acupuncture needles had been inserted into her body using the ancient Chinese art, but with a strange and unusual twist. Ling’s ancestors had further developed the healing art to discover certain areas of the body, which could be inserted with the special needles in order to manipulate the mind of the subject. Over the past hours, as each needle was diligently placed into a part of her body, Barbara found her strong will increasingly weakened as more and more needles were added.

As Ling placed the last and final needle on her virtual pincushion, she knew that she now had Barbara in a completely docile, yet intense state. Her subject was literally on pins and needles, as her senses and libido were increased tenfold. Barbara was like an electric wire, aroused beyond comprehension as the needles reworked her nervous system into a bundle of erotic energy.

Ling decided a small test was in order, and leaned down close to Batgirl’s crotch, which had been cut away to reveal her soft blonde mound. Even the close vicinity to her most sensitive area nearly set Batgirl off, as her body seemed to come alive in response, arching upwards as she gasped when Ling blew warm breath on her crotch, which was glistening with moisture.

“Unnnnnn!” Batgirl whimpered softly as she shut her eyes tight at the wonderful feeling between her legs. How could anything in the world feel this good? She thought, and Ling had not even touched her yet. Her mind struggled at the thought of being touched by another woman, at odds with the feeling of intense arousal she was experiencing. When Ling placed a fingertip gently on her mound, Batgirl nearly bit through her lip.

“Mmmmmmmmmp!” Batgirl squealed, as Ling teased and prodded her clitoris. When she had the arching and tensed Batgirl on the brink, Ling leaned her head down and placed a kiss on her quivering mound, and then used her pliant tongue, as well as her fingers, to tease her mercilessly.

Batgirl began thrashing around on the bed, tossing her head from side to side, as her young body arched upwards like a bending bow, while her boot heels dug into the bed. From the depths of her soul, Batgirl suddenly experienced an orgasm, the likes of which she had never felt before. Her inner walls clamped down tight on Ling’s fingers and washed them with her juices. It took her several long minutes to recover from the mind-numbing climax. As Ling smiled in delight at her handiwork, licking her fingers while Batgirl slowly came down from her agonizingly intense climax, gasping and breathing heavily as her hips dropped back down on the bed, inch by inch.

Ling now began the task of removing the needles carefully, one by one. By the time she was done, Batgirl had recovered from her orgasm, and she opened her eyes again to glare at Ling. Once she had Batgirl’s attention again, Ling told the gasping heroine, “We’re not through yet. I’m going to teach you now how to be Mr. Shreck’s boy toy.”

Batgirl nearly fainted from shock when she saw that Ling was now buckling a long strap on dildo around her waist. Immediately the stunned and aroused heroine tensed up at the impending act as Ling climbed between her legs and placed tip of the dildo at her moist opening.

“Open wide.” Ling said sensuously as she pushed the shaft inside Batgirl to the hilt.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Batgirl screamed out as Ling thrust deep inside her, her back bending up as Ling pushed forward inside her, pulling her legs taut and ankle cuffs to the limits. All she could do was shut her eyes as Ling fucked her long and hard for the next few hours, looking up occasionally to smile at the camera or leaning down to kiss and fondle the moaning Batgirl.

When it was over, Batgirl was a sweating, gasping and quivering bundle of nerves, her body shaken and wracked from one orgasm more intense than the last. Batgirl was now primed and programmed for one thing: her role as the new toy of Conrad Shreck. A life-size action figure.

Part 5 - Shreck Reaps His Revenge

Tool brought Catwoman up to Shreck’s office suite, and Conrad smiled as they stepped out of the elevator, with Tool guiding Catwoman across the tile on a leash as she crawled along on all fours. When she got near enough to Shreck to catch his scent, she immediately began to rub her body up against his legs in a feline manner and let out a low purring sound.

“Well, very nice job.” Shreck said to Tool, who looked on proudly as he handed over the leash to Shreck while Catwoman nuzzled her head up to the growing bulge in Conrad’s wool slacks. “Take the rest of the night off while I play with my new pet.”

“Yes, Mr. Shreck.” Tool said with a knowing grin and bow as he exited the office.

As soon as the elevator door closed behind Tool, Shreck gave the leash a sudden tug, and ordered Catwoman, “All right, let’s see how well trained you are. Get down and lick my shoe.”

Catwoman looked up at Shreck with a flash of anger, but there was no real effort in her will to try and resist his request. Tool’s mental and physical programming, as well as the aromatic enhancements, had suffocated her natural instincts. All she knew know was that she was more aroused than she had ever been in her life, and she would do anything to please this man if it meant that he would somehow satisfy her raging libido. As she bent down to lick Shreck’s wingtips, Catwoman tried to do it as sexily as she could, hoping that it would please him.

“Yes, that’s good.” Shreck said with approval after several minutes. His cock was straining in his pants now as he watched the costumed villainess move her head around over his shoe as she bent low on hands and knees. He gave the leash another jerk and then ordered, “Up on your knees.”

Catwoman complied quickly, as much from his stern order as from the leash, which nearly choked off her air as he pulled her up. Suddenly she was faced directly in front of his waist, and she looked up into his eyes as he began to unbuckle his belt and open his zipper. She gave him an almost grateful look as he pulled out his stiff member and held it inches from her lips. Catwoman began to breathe heavier now, and her nostrils flared, as she became increasingly aroused.

“Open your mouth.” Conrad commanded as he took his penis and slapped her across the cheek with it, which caused Catwoman to gasp and open her lips wide.

Shreck grasped her by the cowl at the back of her head and pulled her forward as he jammed his cock past her moist lips and nearly down her throat, making Catwoman give out a surprised and excited, “Mmmmmbbblllmm!”

Conrad groaned at the warm and wet sensation of Catwoman’s mouth and lips wrapped tight around his member, as well as the stimulating feel of her pierced tongue ball. He grabbed her head with both hands and began stuffing her eager mouth with long, deep smooth thrusts, nearly gagging Catwoman as she slurped and licked hungrily. Her hands stroked the sides of his legs sensuously as Conrad raped her mouth for nearly an hour. When he couldn’t take any more, he yanked her up to her feel and pulled her roughly with the leash over to a couch and then shoved and bent her over the side with her ass up towards him.

Without so much as a word, Shreck reached down to her sopping wet opening, and reached inside to massage her quivering pussy. With his cock wet and slick with her saliva, he placed the head at the opening, and then gritted his teeth as he slammed it in with one hard thrust. Catwoman gave a high pitched scream as Conrad filled her to the hilt. All she could do was hold on now as Shreck began to lay into her, ramming his hips hard against her tight ass, as he gave the leash a tug and made her arch her back upwards to avid being strangled. Catwoman was now fully in the throes of sexual passion, her “itch” being scratched thoroughly as orgasms began to build inside her.

“You are going to make an excellent little sex slave, Catwoman.” Conrad taunted as he continued thrusting and grunting. “Your body is nice and tight, and made for satisfying my every little whim and fetish. You are going to enjoy it, aren’t you, Selina?”

Catwoman’s ears seemed to prick up at that last statement. She realized now that he knew her old identity. Before she could concentrate for two seconds on the thought, a ravishing climax exploded within her, causing her body to shiver and shake as Conrad slammed into her with quickening thrusts. She let out a long, low groan as her body gave into the sensations. When she felt Shreck come inside her, Catwoman became even more aroused, responding by driving her hips back against him to meet his powerful thrusts.

Shreck enjoyed making Catwoman climax, and gave her a few more hard thrusts for good measure, until he was gasping for air. Just as suddenly as he entered her, he pulled out without warning, making Catwoman gasp in surprise and disappointment. She then felt herself being pulled straight up to her feet and turned around to meet Shreck face to face.

“Did you like that, Catwoman?” Conrad asked with a smirk.

Catwoman was still gasping for air, “Unnnnh!…Y-yes!…Unnnnh!”

Without warning, Conrad lashed out, smacking Catwoman across the jaw with the back of his hand and knocking her backward as her stiletto heels skittered across the tiles, slamming hard against a wall. Before Catwoman could gather her senses from the stunning blow, Conrad was on her with a powerful punch to the stomach, expelling all the air from her lungs. She bent over in agonizing pain, wheezing to suck in precious air as Shreck grabbed her by the back of the neck and shoved her forward, sprawling her across the floor.

Catwoman groaned in pain, trying to curl her body up in defense as Shreck came over and stepped cruelly on her ankle to keep her from crawling away. He then placed the tip of his shoe under her stomach and kicked her over onto her back. As Catwoman looked up in fear, Shreck placed the sole of his thick shoe across her throat to hold her down as he yanked the end of the leash taut with his right hand. He held the villainess in check as her body squirmed on the floor and she grasped his ankle to try and relieve the choking pressure from her neck.

“This is for my Uncle Max.” Conrad snarled as she pressed down on Catwoman, as her face turned red from lack of oxygen. He watched as her eyes began to flutter from passing out, and then he let his foot up, and Catwoman gave out a deep sigh, and began to suck in air. Shreck pulled up harshly on the lease until Catwoman was again back on her feet and face to face with him. “I’m not going to kill you…yet. I have a lot of plans for you before we get to that point…Selina. Come with me, I want to show you your new home for as long as I decide to let you live.”

Catwoman was led to a private bedroom suite equipped with all manner of bondage racks and equipment. In the center of the dark room was a large round bed with cuffs mounted to the frame. Mirrors covered every inch of the walls, and video cameras were positioned in various areas. It was a bondage fetishists’ dream, with ornate cabinets lined with whips, cuffs, gags of various types, and all sorts of other bondage devices. As she took in her new surroundings, Catwoman was utterly defeated, demoralized, spent and confused. She could barely think enough to respond her new situation. All she knew was that she was in for a long hard road.

Part 6 - Batgirl’s New Role

After Shreck locked away his new prize and returned to his office, the elevator pinged and the doors slid open to reveal another pleasing sight. Ling stepped out with his newest acquisition, Batgirl, a.k.a. Barbara Wilson. Conrad never forgot a face, and he had looked up the photograph from a Gotham newspaper archive web site. She was a companion of one Dick Grayson at a fund-raiser held for a Gotham City charity. Little was known about her except that she had attended school abroad, but now living at the estate of Bruce Wayne, and she was a relative of the butler, Alfred Pennyworth. He decided that after tonight, he would know much more about her.

“Well, hello Batgirl.” Shreck said as Ling brought the docile heroine over to his desk, where Conrad had taken a seat and leaned back in his plush chair to puff on a cigar. Batgirl was still wearing her full costume, and her mask had been replaced to its original condition.

Once Batgirl was within Shreck’s sight and heard his voice, a strange reaction came over her. Suddenly, she felt like a lovesick schoolgirl, standing nervously in front of someone who she had a devastating crush on. Her breathing became quicker and she chewed her lip as she tried to figure out what to do with her hands. Conrad smiled as he puffed his cigar, and was pleased by her teen-like behavior and her uncomfortable body language.

“You can leave us now, Ling.” Conrad told his grinning employee. “I think Tool is waiting for you downstairs. Take the night off.”

Ling bowed like an oriental geisha, and strolled to the elevator with a knowing twinkle in her eye. Once the doors closed, Conrad took inventory of the situation, looking over Batgirl from head to toe. She was an awesome sight in her rubber and latex costume, black and silver with trim and molded to fit her curved form tightly. He liked her high-heeled boots and cape, and the way the costume lifted her breasts and hugged her hips and thighs. He couldn’t wait to fuck her, and he knew all he had to do was ask, but first, he decided to have a little fun with her. To test her will.

“You look like you’re in excellent shape, Batgirl.” Conrad said.

Batgirl blushed at his compliment. The fact that he was noticing her body made her feel very feminine inside. She was dying to show him more, if that’s what he wanted.

“Do a back flip for me.”

Batgirl was slightly taken aback at his request at first, but then she smiled crookedly at him. Well, if that’s what he wanted. She went into a slight crouch, and then sprung her body backwards like an unloosed coil and extended her arms to place hands on the floor, flipping her athletic body back and over to land with a loud click on her high heel boots, as her cape flowed around her.

“Yes. Very nice.” Conrad said with approval as Batgirl gushed with excitement.

“Did you really like that?” Batgirl asked, poised to do another if he would only ask.

“Very much.” Shreck assured her, approaching close to the girlish heroine as she posed proudly for him. “Now I’d like you to do something else for me.”

“Anything!” Batgirl exclaimed with increasing excitement as Shreck slowly placed a hand on her waist and pulled her closer to him. With his other hand he reached around and grabbed her ass cheek, fondling her gently through the latex material.

“Tell me your secret identity.” Conrad whispered in Batgirl’s hair as he pushed his waist up close to hers and began to press his crotch slowly into her.

Batgirl stared in stunned silence for a moment as she took in Shreck’s request, her lips parted slightly as she tried to fathom the words. Did he really want to know her secret identity? She couldn’t tell him that, could she? What would Batman do if he found out? Oh, why did he have to ask her that? Her eyebrow furrowed and the corner of her mouth turned down in worry.

“Well?” Conrad prodded as he fondled Batgirl’s breast through her costume.

“I…can’t…” Batgirl stuttered as she sighed from his touch.

“Why not?”

“Please…don’t ask me to do that.” Batgirl said as she bit her bottom lip.

“I think you’d really like to tell me.”

“No…” Batgirl groaned as she closed her eyes. How could he make her feel this way? Batgirl thought. What is he doing to control my feelings?

“If you loved me you’d do it.” Conrad said, playing on her struggling emotions.

Batgirl whimpered softly, as her body seemed to shiver slightly. She was fighting against every part of her will not to respond to his request. But it was no use. Finally, she parted her soft, quavering lips, and muttered. “Barbara…”

“Barbara what?” Conrad asked as he reached down between her legs to palm her mound.

“Ummm.” Batgirl moaned as she shut her eyes and tried to fight the words from spilling out. “Barbara…Wilson.”

“And where do you live?”

“Please…Mr. Shreck…” Barbara whimpered.

“Go on. Tell me.”

Batgirl hung her head low in defeat, like a child who was confessing to something she had done wrong. “Wayne Manor.”

“Ah, Wayne Manor.” Conrad exclaimed. “With my old friend, Bruce Wayne?”

“Y-yes.” Batgirl said, trying to stifle a sob.

“Don’t worry Batgirl, you won’t be in trouble with Bruce. We’re good friends, and I promise not say a word.”

“Really?” Batgirl said as her spirits began to rise.

“Absolutely.” Shreck assured the heroine as continued rubbing and fondling every inch of her costumed form. “Your secret…along with Batman and Robin’s is safe with me, but…”

Batgirl suddenly shot to attention. He knows! And what does he mean by ‘but?’

“You have to agree to one small thing before I go along with this.”

“What?” Batgirl asked. She couldn’t possibly imagine what he could want.

“You are going to stay here and be my bride…” Conrad began. “And bear my children.”

Batgirl was shocked, and at a total loss for words. How could he possibly expect to make her, a crime-fighting heroine, his wife, much less make her have his children?

“I guess you might be wondering why I’ve chosen you.” Conrad said. “So I’ll give you a little background. I’m incredibly rich, and as such, I intend to stay that way. You may or may not already know what happened to my Uncle at the hands of Catwoman, as well as my cousin, Chip. Well, suffice to say that I’m the only living Shreck now, and of course I won’t live forever so… I need someone to pass on the Shreck fortune to…some heirs, if you will.”

Batgirl listened to Shreck’s words with stunned curiosity. She had no idea where he was going with this, and her mind was clouded with a building arousal for him as he manipulated her body. If he didn’t stop soon, she was going to come in his embrace for sure.

Shreck continued. “Well, as you know from living with my old friend Bruce, being rich has its disadvantages. Especially when it comes to relationships. It’s hard to know who to trust…if someone is with you because of your wealth…or because…well, you know…”

“I still don’t…unnnnnh… understand.” Batgirl moaned.

“I’ll be honest with you, since you’ve been so honest with me.” Conrad replied. “I’ve had my share of women, but I’ve grown tired of dating all the beautiful young socialites and debutantes that Gotham City has to offer. I just broke off with someone Bruce Wayne knows quite well. Julie Madison, who’s nothing really but an air-headed, gold-digging whore with a great stack who’s been passed around from one wealthy fool to another, plying all her best tricks to trap a millionaire…like trying to get herself pregnant. Don’t get me wrong, she was fantastic in bed…and she gives incredible head, but I don’t want to have to worry about prenuptial agreements and divorce lawyers for the rest of my life.”

“I can’t… do this.” Batgirl replied painfully as her mind still struggled, her body aching to be taken as Shreck brought her to the brink of desire.

“Of course you can…and you will.” Conrad said with a smile as he led her out of his office and down a hidden hallway to a private room. “Now, I have special suite made up just for you.”

Shreck showed the weakened and compliant Batgirl into the lavishly decorated apartment suite with a breathtaking view of Gotham City.

“From now on this will be your home.” Conrad told her as he showed her around the rooms. When they reached the bedroom, Conrad told her. “Relax, and make yourself comfortable.”

Batgirl was once again stunned into silence, not knowing what to do or say about her new situation. Shreck noticed her hesitance with amusement and spoke up finally. “Why don’t you get out of that costume and take a nice long hot bath while I go catch up on some work? There’s a walk in closet full of lingerie. Make yourself beautiful, and pick out something nice and sexy. Then meet me here in bed so we can start our honeymoon off right. I’m not getting any younger, and we don’t want to waste any time getting to work on those little Shreck’s, now do we?”

Batgirl did as she was told as Conrad left her alone. She stripped off her costume, and then climbed into the huge sunken tub and soaked in a hot, muscle soothing bubble bath. The longer she stayed in there, the more her mind relaxed and she began gave into all of Shreck’s requests and desires. The more she thought about him, the more excited she became about the prospect of bearing his children. By the time she climbed out of the tub and toweled off, her crotch was tingling and wet, and she hurried to put on make up and fix her hair just right for Conrad. The she went to the closet and tried on several lingerie outfits until she found the perfect one, with garters, lace stockings, furry pumps, corset and satin choker.

She went to the huge bed and tossed the satin sheets aside and climbed on the bed, placing her body in the sexiest position she could imagine, and then she waited in agony as the minutes went by, wishing and hoping that Conrad would hurry so they could make love.

Barbara Gordon glanced up at the mirrored ceiling and smiled; thinking about all the things she was going to do to Conrad in bed. She would do whatever she could to make him happy. When he walked in she almost swooned like a teenager in love. She watched him undress with longing impatience until he finally climbed in bed with her.

Conrad smiled as he positioned himself between Barbara’s milky smooth thighs and entered her tight wet walls. That evening and into the next morning he fucked her several times and in every position they could think of. Barbara would tease and suck his cock between copulation, trying to get him hard again, and Conrad spilled load after load inside her until he was sated.

Later as they feel asleep together, Conrad smiled to himself as the realization of his plan came together. He now had a fresh beautiful young woman to bear his children and a sexual plaything to act his darkest desires. It would be the best of both worlds.

THE END