Batgirl: The Chosen One

by Abacus

The original creation of Batgirl is copyrighted by DC Comics Story comments to abacus8888@hotmail.com

The nightly patrol is where Batgirl really lived. Fresh from a shower and a quick nap all her senses were at their height, plus the night was invigorating and mysterious. The dark, crisp air and quiet were suited to her covert activities. She could observe Gotham's criminal element without being seen or heard, making her all the more effective, and she would need to be. There were several disturbing reports of people getting attacked over the last week in a certain neighbourhood and she planned to make sure that didn't happen again.

She took a position on a 5 story apartment roof and waited. 30 minutes later there was no sign of activity so she decided to move on and get a higher vantage point. She swung over to a couple low rises then planted herself on the 10th story of a new construction and scrambled up a few stories on the � finished super-structures when she heard the first sign of trouble. A low sounding thud, like someone falling down. Then a brief muffled scream. Only someone listening for signs of trouble would pick that sound up and Batgirl's hearing was excellent. She got down a bit lower and in a dimly lit alleyway she could make out a couple of figures and what looked like a body on the ground. The body wasn't moving.

Time to swing into action, she thought. And with that she was off. Using the vertical steel beam she slid down a couple of floors then jumped the remaining one landing smack in between the two standing characters. Hoof a shoe came out towards her as she set up position. She easily parried that and swung around sending her own yellow boot into the midsection of the black clad stranger. The other figure thrust out a fist that Batgirl just caught out of the corner of her eye and ducked followed up with a low blow of her own to the pelvis. The other figure doubled over and grabbed that area to stem the pain. She then turned to face the first attacker and that's when it hit her. What felt like a needle shot into her thigh. She reached around and a small dart was pinning her cape to her thigh. She pulled it out and renewed her stance towards the 1st figure. Too late the kick to the stomach came just before she could set and it knocked her down hard. Attempting to leap back up she found her legs would not carry the weight and she collapsed again, two or three more attempts and it was still not working. She became aware of a 3rd, larger figure walking slowly towards her. Batgirl shouted, "What have you done to me?". "Ensuring your cooperation, we have been waiting for you the last week", the large figured female voice said. It was a deep voice, very matter of fact. As a glimmer of light hit the figure she could see she was a large black woman. "You can't do this to me, you won't get away with this. This is an unlawffffulllll act", Batgirl declared, her voice starting to slur badly. She realized that it was some kind of drug that had struck her and her body and mind were slowly going. Were they waiting for all this time? "Tie her up, use her own bat cable around her belt. She will realize her defeat when she is bound with her own tools that she trusts. And remove her belt as well". She was quickly stripped of her belt and wrapped, arms pinned to her sides in the bat carbon fibre cable all the way to her boots. Super strong and the fibres tightened the more they moved, The Batman's ingenious design. The more she struggled the tighter it got. She had snared many criminals using its diabolical properties. Now she was its victim and there was no escaping.

Batgirl could hear all the commands but could not respond. The last thing she remembered was being lifted onto a stretcher, strapped in then placed in the back of a van. As she looked up with her pleading eyes she saw a nurse sitting next her and heard the black woman's voice say "Let's get this delivered, we have already been kept too long". The nurse, also black, nodded in agreement then darkness fell. It had all taken less than 5 minutes, she was completely helpless. Who were these people, and where was she going?

The destination was a small jet plane parked in the cargo area. Out of sight of prying eyes it waited for its cargo to arrive. The van passed through the late night cargo security with ease and the 3 passengers plus Batgirl loaded on the plane. Still passed out Batgirl had no idea where she was and where they were going. The nurse strapped monitoring equipment onto Batgirl, making sure the cargo was safe and all vital signs were good. They taxied then moments later got the all clear from the tower then took off on their journey.

Batgirl awoke in a bed in a large white room. It took a few minutes for her to come to. As she took stock there was a couch, a built in wall TV, a flat medical looking table and of course the large bed she was lying on. All was white including the walls, floor and ceiling. It felt a bit intimidating and hospital like. As she got up slowly she began exploring. There were a couple of side rooms. One a closet and the other a bathroom filled with plastic bottles of what looked like makeup, shampoo and such on the sink counter. A shower and toilet rounded out the room, all made completely of plastic. It was then a woman entered the room through the only door (or window for that matter she noticed). It was the same woman from the alley, large young (maybe 18 or 19) 6 foot, plump but not fat but clearly at least 300 pounds. An imposing figure dressed in a one piece black tights with a micro skirt just covering her butt. Although plump she looked otherwise fit, not too much flab but some areas quite toned. "I see you are getting familiar with you surroundings", she said in a thick accent which sounded slightly French. "I am Domino, Let me show you around". "What is this place and where am I?", Batgirl demanded. "Well follow me and I will explain, we'll start with where you are, the bathroom." "I mean where are we? what location?", she again demanded. Continuing with her tour the larger woman said "Here you have a toilet & shower made of hardened plastic you cannot break. All the natural makeups, toiletries and shower accessories are here on the counter for you to use. Over in this closet you will find a couple of spare uniforms, boots and gloves we have tried our best to recreate from the original. In the drawers you will find a selection of underwear which you may use or not. All your size." "Yes , yes but what is all this for?", Batgirl now clearly irritated asked. "In a moment", was the response. "Now here we have your bed and a couch. The TV gets an unusual, shall we say, selection of entertainment. That's about it. You shall want for nothing, here is a fridge with all liquids provided for you, SAFELY," she emphasized as she displayed many different coloured juices, milk and water all sealed in baby bottles with rubber nipples attached. "All meals will be provided, you should feel honoured by what we have in store for you" "What do you mean, IN STORE FOR ME", the redheaded crime fighter said sarcastically. "You will undergo THE BLACKENING, a ritual handed down for generations in our society.""What society?"" You are in Kumarque, East Africa and you will be our new queen if you pass the test. Do not attempt to escape, the only way in or out is this door so get used to your new place in life, revel in it. With that she left as quickly as she came and the door slammed behind her.

Kumarque, that's a patriarchal society, huge source of diamonds, newly rich but very backward society. The librarian in Barbara Gordon chimed in. But what do they have planned? Batgirl's mind went to work formulating a plan. Still in full uniform she felt defiant, she was going to get out of here no matter what. Her father would not even know she was missing.

There were no clocks and no way to reference time without a window, it seemed like hours. Batgirl paced around the room thinking, she noticed that there were photos of what looked like imposing looking broad shouldered men on the walls from the past 100 or so years. All very dark skinned large men in headdresses and loincloths. She stopped in her tracks as she saw the large framed photo on the wall opposite where the bed was facing. It was of her in a full gear action shot. Cape flowing behind her as she flew in on a rope, she looked heroic. Where did they get this, had they been following her?

Finally the door opened and a young man of 20 or so entered the room with a covered tray. He set it on a small table by the door and turned and exited quickly. She noted the quickness, it was obvious that they did not want him to linger and the table was a lightweight free standing unit. She formulated a plan. Uncovering the tray lid she found an assortment of fruits, a salad and another baby bottle with what looked like orange juice in it. She smelt at the bottle and the fruit and it was normal. I have to keep my strength up and she had not eaten in hours. She selected a banana and peeled it. Examining the banana, it seemed fine so she ate it. She did the same procedure for the Kiwi and also ate that. Satiated she placed the cover back on and placed the tray back on the table and sat on the bed waiting. The young man came back in went to the table, grabbed the tray and quickly left again. The plan was going to work. Hours later the man came back in again, placed the covered tray on the table then left. Batgirl went over to the table, this time the food was hot, a sweet potato mash, plantains and what looked like a very small steak cut into pieces. She sampled the plantains and had a couple spoonful's of the hash. She was thirsty so she had a look at the juice, examining it she could see no way of separating the nipple from the bottle. She caved in the name of escape and tilted and sucked on the bottle and was rewarded with cold orange juice. It took quite a few sucks to draw enough juice, Humiliating but necessary. She placed the bottle on the tray with the cover on the table. This time she moved the table away from the door a couple feet, sat back on the bed and waited.

In about 30 minutes she heard the door open, the young man entered and walked to the table. That's when Batgirl struck, the extra couple feet gained her the extra seconds she needed. Before he could turn she chopped him on the back of the head and knocked him cold. She felt bad for the young man but she had to move. Bolting at top speed through the door she ran down a hallway and into a courtyard. With her back against the wall she crept around the bushes of the courtyard. There was no motion there, very quiet and she kept moving. She could see it was afternoon, warm but the light was the enemy, she had to get out of the open yard as the bushes only gave nominal cover. She slunk into a corridor that opened into living room adorned with large animal skin rugs. There was no one about. Not wanting to draw attention she got down on all fours and crawled on her gloves and boots across the floor ducking behind a chair then a couch reaching the far opening.

Whew! she thought, senses tingling, lucky I am still in one piece. She crept around the door opening and stood up. All of sudden she was grabbed around the waist arms wedged by what was the most powerful bearhug she could ever imagine feeling. All she could do was fling her head back hoping to connect with her assailant with no luck connecting, only the chest. She was 5 foot 7, on the tall side but whoever was doing the hugging was taller. Arms pinned, all she could do was clench her gloved hands and hit her thighs trying to struggle against the hold. She felt herself being lifted up off the floor slowly, Batgirl's struggles became more urgent. She was now gasping for breath and her legs flailed wildly, connecting with the mysterious hugger but not affecting the grip. She thought she could feel large breasts squeezing into her back. The attacker was a woman. That was confirmed when a voice spoke out. "Do not struggle, I am a daughter of the Royal Family, we have been perfecting these battle techniques for a century, accept your fate". It was the big young woman again and her grip was tightening. Batgirl's struggles continued but gradually slowed as the hug was drawing the breath out of her. Sensing her victim's capitulation Domino loosened her grip and flung the breathless purple heroine to the floor.

Stomach down Batgirl was winded, this was not helped by the 300 pound Domino jumping on her back. Domino grabbed Batgirl's long cape and reached underneath wrapping it around her chest then back around pinning her arms again, finally sealed with a double knot. Batgirl was hogtied with her own cape. Still trying to catch her breath Domino relented, got off Batgirl and turned her over facing the ceiling. Starting to catch her breath Batgirl thought, tied with the Bat Cable, now my own cape, this can't get worse as she struggled in vain. The sight of Batgirl struggling on the floor having been captured by this giant teenager was extraordinary. Still winded she could not even attempt to stand.

Domino watched relaxed on the couch planning the next move. "I know you will think twice now before trying to escape. But to make sure I have something special planned", as she sat up Batgirl looked up and could see first, Enormous intimidating Black Boots and that Domino had changed from earlier and now had on a green short mini skirt and was sporting a leopard patterned thong. She moved above the trapped crusader and rubbed a glistening substance on her butt cheeks. "This is for your own good, you must learn discipline for The Blackening", as she started to squat and slowly lower her large bottom down towards Batgirls face. It was a plump ass, not flabby but substantial. Baby fat she guessedas the girl was not yet 20. But it was definitely headed straight for her. She screamed "NOOOOOOOOO" as it lowered the final few inches. Batgirl turned her head slightly to avoid getting completely enveloped. Her nose facial protector jabbed on Domino's butt cheek and she shoved Batgirl's head so it nestled perfectly in between her cheeks. Pinned by her own cape, face trapped under the ass of the large black girl, Batgirl was completely helpless at the hans of this meer teenager. At least there was some air, not the freshest but enough not to smother, at least at first. But was there enough to keep from passing out? She tried to gain a millimeter of space for more air by sticking her tongue out to push the skin out of her mouth. It didn't work, as the air became less and less Batgirl found herself slowly losing consciousness as she surrendered to the distinct smell and lack of air.Not exactly going out in a blaze of glory.

Minutes later Batgirl slowly started to wake. She found herself lying on the couch on the lap of Domino still wrapped in her cape. She was very groggy, not just from the lack of air, but was that some kind of euphoric that the teenager had rubbed on her butt? She couldn't tell. Domino uncovered a large D cupped breast and rubbed the glistening gel on her nipple. Propped up with the black woman's toned arm, Batgirl watched in silence as Domino guided her head and mouth towards the exposed nipple. Barely conscious Batgirl accepted the breast into her mouth willingly and started to suckle. "There, there little Bat", as Domino started to stroke the top of Batgirl's mask like a baby. The taste of her nipples was delicious, the best taste she had ever experienced. Mildly aware that she was being drugged she sucked greedily, not caring she was being manipulated. Lying in the lap of the African teenager with her head propped up she lost track of time, but she started to notice that the other hand had now moved to her inner thighs and was grazing her lyrcra encased mound area. Domino also noticed that in response the sucking had intensified followed by a low moaning. This teenager had just defeated and was now controlling the mighty Batgirl. Careful to keep her on the edge but not to climax her, the rubbing moved slightly away back to the inner thigh. Domino sensed that even this was starting to push Batgirl closer to the edge. She pushed Batgirl's mouth gently away and covered her breast. Batgirl looked up longingly, awakened from her moment of comfortable safety and bliss. Domino stuffed a pacifier in her mouth to replace the breast, it also was coated with the same substance and without missing a beat Batgirl kept sucking "Come I must get you back to your room, you have an important role to play." As she got up she picked up the caped crusader in her arms and carried her back to her room still swaddled in her cape sucking happily.

She carried Batgirl in and laid her down on the bed. With great effort Domino had to yank the pacifier from her reluctant mouth. Batgirl was in euphoric bliss as Domino released her from her caped prison. "Soon you will experience the first stage of the Blackening, the crowning achievement of your life", Domino said. Batgirl didn't notice the door shut as she left. She was still a bit groggy and more than a little sexually excited. She was very wet and in need of relief.

Lost in her thoughts she barely heard the door open. She looked up to see a large bare-chested Black Man standing at the foot of the bed dressed only wearing a loincloth covering his groin area. Sexually heightened she noticed that despite the loincloth's looseness there was a large bulge coming from the area. Was this a dream, or another hurdle she had to pass?She was nervous, was he there to kill her? Beat her? Rape her?He could see she was in heat by the way her eyes naturally drifted down to the area between his legs, but he also saw in her eyes she was sensing danger. In full uniform she has a site to behold, dark red hair, clingy lycra top and bottom, bat symbol emblazoned on spectacularly pert C sized breasts and yellow form fitting knee high boots guarding an opening in her legs that seemed to beckon him. Nothing like he had seen before, his family had selected well. They both stared at each other. He there for a purpose, she not knowing if she should defend herself from her position of vulnerability or not. She tensed as he took a step forward, she took a defensive stance, kneeling on the bed with arms raised. It was a halfhearted measure; he could see by the way she rocked slightly from side to side she was under the influence of some intoxicant.

This wouldn't be much of a challenge, he thought. The fight would come later this would just satiate a need. He moved closer. She warned him, "Stay back, I am capable of hurting you badly." He smiled, his English was very poor but he could understand her meaning. He took another step closer right on the end of the bed. A bit too close to her comfort zone and swung out a warning punch. It was pretty sluggish and he easily caught it in mid swing. He expected more, yes she was beautiful but he had heard tales of her heroics. But then again she was not herself. He started pushing her back, she swung out the other gloved arm and he caught that one as well. He kept pushing placing one knee on the end of the bed for leverage and forced Batgirl back. She started to tip backwards as she could not match his brute strength. God he was strong she thought as she pushed back with all her strength, it was not enough. Finally she collapsed on her back and he let go of her hands. She lay there for a second then with her hands now free started beating on his chest. It had no effect as his rock hard abs easily absorbed the blows. He reached for the back of her hooded mask and head to draw her closer, she slapped his face and he backed off. They both stopped, Batgirl lying on her back and he holding the side of his cheek still stinging. They stared for a minute, their next step being formed in their heads.

He placed one of his hands on the back of her head again, the other grabbed her breast. She tried to block and roll out of the way but he was now sitting on her legs, how fast he moved, weighing them down. She was running out of options, she struggled rocking back and forth to free her trapped legs. All this activity was making her a bit dizzy from whatever was in the ointment, her struggles slowed and he pressed the advantage pulling her head towards his. He got close enough to lock his lips on hers. She resisted he stepped up his fondling of her breasts and pushed her down so he was lying flat on her. His pelvis now ground in on her and she could feel his penis getting harder. And this kiss was still going. His large lips forced themselves on her, she pursed her lips in defence but her situation was not improving. His full weight brought to bear, she needed to take deep breaths in response and finally her mouth parted. His tongue shot in and she at first fought it off with hers but the tongues interacting just made her hotter, she stopped resisting. The kissing and fondling went on for a further couple of minutes. By this time Batgirl had fully given in and when he released his lips she sought them out again. He allowed her access to his chest and she drank it up, licking all over, his stomach, his chest, his nipples even close to his underarms. She was already wet before this wrestling match started now she was completely lost. He took a moment to watch this beautiful sexy Superheroine Redhead literally drink him up. He was loving it and his cock was now in need of release.

He took swift action, releasing the weight on her legs he rolled her over and pulled down her dark purple lycra bottoms and with it her panties exposing her perfect round butt, she didn't resist. Taking a moment to admire, quite frankly the best rear he had ever seen,grabbing her hips he pulled her up on all fours and positioned himself for doggy style entry..forcefully. She started anticipating his entry, because her tights and panties could not be pulled down any more, she was able to open her legs but they were restricted from opening further by the pants. He noticed Batgirl's effort to expand that opening as much as she could and he was pleased. He could not resist taking a swat at the delicious ass before him. Whack, an open handed swat to her rear prepped Batgirl for what was to come, she yipped erotically. He thrust in his dick in her soaking pussy and pushed it to the hilt. She yelped louder but did not pull away. Smiling he thrust slowly forward and back, with each stroke Batgirl issued a Ungh, Ungh as she started pushing back, little by little getting into a smooth rhythm. As the thrusting went on, Batgirl started burying her face in the sheets her arms no longer capable of holding her up. She started clenching the sheets with her gloves, she was going to climax. The heroine had been on the edge so long she could not stop it, nor did she want to. He kept thrusting as she was cumming. It was intense and he could feel her trembling, definitely hear her screams and still he kept going, 2, 3 more climaxes, she was starting to lose her mind. He was getting close and just as he was about to cum he turned Batgirl over jerked once and shot all over her. A huge offering, there was cum on her exposed thighs to her mask and the highlight was a large deposit all over her Bat symbol. He looked down and it started to run down the sides of the 3 dimensional emblem. The sides of the circle kept it contained and it sort of floated there. It was entrancing. Batgirl just looked up starry eyed, content, completely fulfilled.

Without ever saying a word he left, tucking his penis back under his loincloth, she thought about speaking to him but she was so absorbed that words escaped her, and what could she say after that. As he left the door clicked behind and she was alone again. Batgirl continued to lie on the bed exhausted. She looked down her body lifting her head slightly. She could see the drops of semen on her uniform and the pool around her bat emblem. Oh if Batman could see her now, he had given her that emblem and now it sat in a puddle of cum, a once proud symbol of her crime fighting. She tried to pull up her pants but she was already half asleep, all she could do was lift the cover over her. She drifted off with explicit thoughts dancing in her head.

She awoke hours later, pulled up her pants and moved to the washroom, she washed her face, carefully lifting her cowl. She quickly inspected the room, there appeared to be no cameras and after convincing herself she was safely concealed she took off her uniform and cowl and hopped in the shower. Her head clear now the shower felt wonderful on the 28 year old's body, she used the body wash in the shower, rinsed and stepped out. Her mind went back to yesterday. Much of it seemed like a blur, she had been drugged, she was going to re-dedicate herself to escape. She grabbed the white robe hanging on the back of the door then replaced her cowl, there were no cameras in the bathroom but she could not speak for the rest of it. She reached into the closet and pulled out one of the spare costumes and scurried back to the washroom.

She dressed the 3 piece caped uniform looked and felt the same as her old one and fit just as tight. She examined herself in the mirror, she didn't look worse for wear, looking fit, curvy she admired the work done to recreate the uniform. Lastly she slipped on the long tight yellow boots and yellow gloves and stepped out.

"Well good to see Madame back on her feet", Domino was standing leaning against the door. Placing her tray on the table was the same young man Batgirl had clobbered, she looked away. "This time I have taken a few extra precautions, look above." Batgirl looked up and saw a small black dome attached to the ceiling obviously housing a camera. "I had that installed yesterday after your attempted escape, we need to keep an eye on you. Also I have added a couple of insurance policies, you are important to our plans and I would not want you to think we were taking you for granted." She issued an order in French sounded like "On y Va" and in walked two beautiful Thai looking girls. Twins it looked like, both young with short skirts and oriental patterned tight tops, strapped 1 inch heeled sandals and black hair tied in a ponytail. Micke and Lily are trained massage therapists, but even better are their Kung Fu skills. They are both masters and they will ensure we don't have another incident like yesterday, Do not test them or you will be sorry, believe me. If you need anything they will take care of it. Oh and one more thing, they will prepare you for the 2nd stage of The Blackening. I am told you passed the first stage beautifully. "What did I pass, to what end. I demand you release me immediately." yelled Batgirl. Domino just laughed and left the room followed closely by the two Thai twins. The door shut leaving Batgirl's questions unanswered.

She looked back up at the black glassed dome wondering when it was installed. It didn't take long to figure out as beside one of the pictures at the end of the bed was a giant blown up photo of Batgirl in her mask very close-up with the unmistakable look of sexual afterglow. They must have taken that after the encounter yesterday with the big man in the loincloth. She couldn't take her eyes off of it. The look of bliss and satisfaction on what you could see on her face even with the mask made her mind drift again back to yesterday. Eyes mostly closed, flushed cheeks, corners of her lips curled up and mouth partially open it was a sight to see, and it was right at the foot of the bed. Diabolical! What kind of test was this?

Batgirl walked over to the tray, it had the same fruits as yesterday. She had not eaten much and she was hungry, peeling a banana and orange she wolfed them down, she moved quickly to the salad. With her plastic fork she finished off the salad. Hunger gone she picked up the baby bottle, it was filled with milk, sucking on the bottle she drank the entire contents, a little raw tasting but good and cold. Hunger and thirst gone she started pacing again. The young man came in flanked by the two Thai girls. They had a cute but serious look on their face, she passed on confronting them and continued pacing.

A couple hours later Batgirl rued the lack of action. She was in her uniform and it felt strange just wandering about without patrolling or battling criminals. She started inspecting for opportunities to escape. She came across a vent. She pried at it, removing her boot she forced it off with edge of her heel. The opening was small, too small even for her to crawl through. She kept looking, starting to get discouraged and plopped down on the couch. The remote to the TV was beside her on the couch. Bored she turned it on the channel was displaying a movie, the channel guide display said it was Mandingo. Batgirl had never heard of it and switched channels to find some news, there was just static on the next few channels and it went back to the original channel. It seemed to star a young blond woman living in the south, she started following more closely becoming more and more absorbed. It had some pretty bad acting but there was something about the movie that made her keep watching. The woman lived on a plantation, cotton it looked like surrounded by black slaves working the land and serving the owners. A dark spot in American history to be sure. Batgirl started to suspect an ulterior motive for the film when the young blond found herself in bed with one of the slaves. Subtle, very subtle people, she thought as the movie ended. They were trying to condition her!

Batgirl tried in vain to speak to the twins next time the young man entered with the two guarding him. She asked them what the plans were, why they were doing this. The twins just smiled, giggled and looked at each other and escorted the young man out. She took a couple steps toward them. The two girls turned with lightning fast speed and faced Batgirl, smiles gone. She stopped in her tracks sizing up the quick response. The two slowly backed through the door and it shut quickly.

The rest of the day Batgirl ate what was left for her, watched a bit of TV and paced. She was feeling like a caged bird, bored with little to do and too much time to think. She took to exercising, leg stretching, pushups,sit-ups etc. She pushed herself as hard as she could and that calmed her. She could breathe now and her spirits lifted a little. The next battle she would win she thought. Exhausted she stripped and got into the robe hanging in the bathroom careful to conceal her face concealed, she crawled into bed.

Having slept for hours Batgirl slowly woke and looked around. The first thing she saw were the two pictures of herself, one poised for action the other in carnal bliss. Yes she was still locked in that damn white room. She got up and wandered to the bathroom. Doing all the normal morning bathroom tasks including a shower she put back on her cowl and bathrobe. A strange but now necessary sight. She stepped outside the bathroom and was greeted by the two twins. One said "now, must ready now. ", in broken English. They looked mildly anxious and Before she knew it the twins grabbed both arms and lifted her onto the table. Batgirl had no time to even struggle as they placed her lying down on the table top. They moved quickly, one strapped one dangling arm to a left table leg, the other the right, their grips were like iron. The masked Redhead was shocked at the swiftness of their actions and soon found herself laid out T-shaped on top of the table. She tried bridging to force herself loose but the straps held. Just as quickly they disrobed Batgirl pulling the bathrobe open at the front so she was completely exposed and now lying on top of the robe.

The girls went to work starting with the feet they spread very light oil on and started to massage her feet then ankles moving up to her shaped calf's. The feeling of anxiety was slowly being replaced with relaxation. The twins were indeed massage experts as they slowly moved up Batgirl's legs. The lotion started tingling on her legs making her senses come alive. Batgirl stuttered "What are you doing?""Blackening, Blackening, must do now." was the response. Again leaving more questions than answers, this was getting frustrating but felt wonderful. The girls now had worked their way to her thighs. This area was very sensitive for her, the twins were starting to get her worked up and she started anticipating the next step, to her mound. Gone were the endless series of questions she had, replaced by carnal thoughts. She was unconsciously starting to rub her legs together, the friction increasing her arousal. The twins bypassed her mound area and moved to her shoulders, Batgirl crunched up her shoulders into her neck to fully release the tension. The twins were preparing her alright, but for what. Sensing some tension they worked on the shoulders for a couple minutes then moving to under her arms then the arms themselves. The skilled Thai girls kept working on Batgirl's soft skin, moving now to her pert breasts, one each. They rubbed her breasts molding them like play-do. Alternating grabbing and releasing Batgirl uttered something that sounded like ahhhhh, ohhhh, the sound just escaping her pursed lips. They now started fingering circles around her now erect nipples, motioning tiny circles around their light brown edge. Sensing they were running out of time they moved to her stomach and finally rubbed a hand over her mound. Batgirl lifted slightly to meet the massaging hand but the girls had moved on to laying out clothes for her. They started with her purple thong underwear, they put one then the other foot through the openings and pulled up the panties so they covered her sex. "Now we dress" the twins spoke. They did the same with the skin tight Lycra bottoms. It was harder, one leg then the other. They had to roll them up slowly and when they reached her waist, she lifted her butt up so they could roll them up all the way. Next up were her boots, they wiggled the yellow boots up her legs till they were on. First the left then the right, she helped out by pointing her toes so they could go right in. She was now completely covered below but was topless. To take the next step they would have to remove the arm straps. One twin held her down just in case as the other undid both straps. Batgirl did not resist as she could feel the forceful nature of the hold but they were taking no chances. The final touches were the top, the cape then gloves. They released Batgirl and she slowly sat up, a little disappointed the massage was over. She was back in full uniform in less than 3 minutes. Pretty remarkable really.

The twins left again, this time bowing as they backed out of the room. As they left the large black man who had visited her the day before wearing the same loincloth and no shirt, bare chested. That's why the twins were in a hurry she thought. Once again Batgirl found herself aroused, this time by the massage but the part of her that remembered she needed to escape fought the impulse to repeat her performance. She was Batgirl, no slave to man she had captured many dangerous criminals, not a helpless victim.

The two urges created indecision on her part and she moved too slowly to catch her opponent unaware. He caught her before she could jump off the table and had a hold of her arm. She punched back with the other hand and connected with his appendix area. It stung and he let go of Batgirl's arm. He was behaving much more aggressively than before. Although there was a slight smile on his face he seemed more serious and when he reached to grab her waist she knew he meant business. She kicked out and again connected, this time the thigh was hit. He rubbed the area obviously hurt and took a more defensive stance. She kicked again, this time he caught her boot just before it connected again. With two hands he held the boot and started twisting. Batgirl took the opportunity to shift her weight and use the hold to leap up with the other leg and execute a flying dropkick with her free leg. They both crashed to the floor but Batgirl was up first. She pressed her advantage and followed up with a punch downward to the kneeling black man. This time he blocked the punch and thrust forward from his knee to jam upwards into her chest pulling her off her feet like a linebacker making a tackle and was knocked backward onto her back. Never leaving his knees he wedged up beside her, sat up and put her in a headlock and used his weight to hunch her over. She punched at the appendix area again, inflicting more pain and he released his grip. She tried to stand but he pulled her down again, moving behind her he grabbed both arms and pulled them back stretching them to their fullest. He seemed more adept at wrestling then martial arts; she found his quickness and the strength of his holds very difficult to fight. With his knee on her back for support he kept pulling till he heard Batgirl yell in pain. He let go and again pushed her chest down on the floor and sat on her back facing her feet. He grabbed a leg and pulled it back so the 2 inch boot heel was facing the ceiling and started to slowly wiggle the boot off her foot. Tightly fitting it took some effort but he finally pulled it off. He threw itto the ground, lifted up her other calf grabbed the other yellow boot and slipped it off. He continued to sit on her back shifting a little to her upper back and grabbed the edges of her suit bottoms and started rolling them down, she kicked wildly against the effort but it did not deter him. In the act the panties came with and her delicious ass was exposed. He was undressing her and she was helpless to stop it. Down the bottoms came and he yanked them off once they went below the knee pulling the foot stirrups.

She was un-costumed from the waist down. He moved off her back and she sat up her left wrist grabbed firmly she was disoriented but felt her right glove being pulled off then the left. In a final act of defiance she punched out bare handed against his jaw. It missed as he bobbed leaving her open. Grabbing her top he pulled it over her head leaving half of it down around her face. Arms trapped in her sleeves she couldn't see or move her arms. She struggled to release herself but he held her arms up so it remained covering her head. Leaving her struggling for a moment he relented and finished yanking off the top leaving her completely naked except for her mask.

Knowing she was exposed she slid back away from him covering her pubic area with her hands. He sat back and admired her curves, beautiful breasts, flat stomach and toned legs. Not knowing how to react she blurted out "What do you want with me?""You will be my queen", he said in broken English. He stood and picked her up by her arms and pushed her onto the bed. "The hell I will", she stammered and he leaned in and she closed her fists and started beating on his legs, chest anything she could hit. Lacking impact they had little effect and again he pushed forward moving in for a kiss. She moved her head to the side to avoid but he grabbed the side of her head and tilted it back towards him. His lips touched hers and he pressed against her mouth. He backed off and began nibbling and kissing her neck. She tried to back off but he still held firm holding her close. He was so strong, nothing she did seemed to stall him. Moving one hand lower he started rubbing her stomach. His hand then moved lower down towards her sex. He moved slowly gauging Batgirls level of resistance and started rubbing her red mound. Her resistance was fading, he could feel that. He continued to rub but backed off a bit from her giving her a foot of space. He stared at her, she stared back not knowing what was coming next. He pulled her towards him spinning her around so she was leaning with her back against his chest. His arms reached around as Batgirl made a halfhearted attempt to escape his clutches. Drawing her in closer she could feel his manhood pressing against her and two hands started fondling her breasts and stomach. One off the hands moved back to her exposed mound and started probing. Batgirl leaned back in submission and one of her hands were pulled behind her and it was placed on his ever growing penis. Becoming aware that she was aroused from the probing her hand started gripping the penis, even rubbing it.

He knew he had her now, she had become an active participant and let up on the probing grabbing both shoulders he spun her around to face him. He kissed her again then placed a hand on her head and started slowly pushing it down. Rather than resist she allowed her face to be directed towards his penis. Finally her mouth touched his cock, she knew what he wanted and thoughts of escape were overtaken by sexual urges. She gentled kissed his manhood and started licking. Opening her nostrils she took in a deep breath, his muskiness was invitation to dig in further as she licked the length of his 10 inch shaft. This was the first time she was getting a good look. He really was built and this further encouraged her to step up her efforts. She licked the tip then placed both lips around and began to suck slowly taking on a larger portion with each movement. Starting to suck faster she received positive reinforcement in the distinct taste of his precum. Her mouth reacted by swallowing the sweet taste and pulling back to see what was happening. She could see her handiwork in the form of a thin white liquid on the penis head, seeing that she reached in for her reward and licked the tip of his cock absorbing the slow flowing cum from the opening. She kept licking as if it were a popsicle the taste was intoxicating. As she licked he pulled her head back up. A look of surprise came across her masked face as he gently kissed her lips and laid her down on her back. Looking up she gazed again into his eyes he lay down on top of her crushing her breasts into his chest, he was going to have her again and in response she spread her legs to receive him in grand fashion, as only the most flexible athlete can. She marveled at the skin contrast between her and this king. He was very dark skinned, not brown but black and although she was not a ginger with her dark red hair and lack of freckles, her Skin was still pale and very white and it excited her. She was at the mercy of this black master, willingly.

Without warning he thrust into her sex and she greeted it with an erotic Coo. Although inexperienced and tight she was so wet it did not hurt. He kept up the pounding taking each stroke closer to the hilt. The sucking had made him rigid and as he got closer to the hilt she felt the need to wrap her legs around his waist. She could not imagine her life as a crime fighter, how could she go back to that, this is where she belonged. Her fitness was helping her keep up and she greeted each thrust with one of her own. It was all the way in now and he arched his chest up to announce his dominance. She reached up with her mouth and started licking the chest wildly just above her. It was a clumsy lick as she could not focus on technique, the sensation alone was enough. Just as the pace was quickening to fever pitch he moved one of his hands to the side of her cowl and yanked it up and off her head, she was unmasked and the thought of her exposure drove her over the edge. With the last burden of her former life removed she let loose screaming a climax that they could hear 100 metres away. This drove the king wild and he exploded seconds later this time directly into Batgirl's womb.

Everything stopped and time seemed to stand still from the frantic pace of the last 30 minutes. The King rose slowly and Batgirl started to cross her legs after the pounding she had just received. As they crossed she could feel some wet stickiness on the underside of her thighs. She didn't care as she was in the same ethereal blissful state she was in before. She barely noticed Domino and the twins enter the room as she started to pull the sheets up over her hips to cover up. They were carrying a metal bowl on some sort of stand. Domino spoke up and bowed. "Congratulations on passing the second stage of The Blackening. You have done extremely well. My brother is quite satisfied." The nurse from the plane entered the room and pulled up a chair beside Batgirl and sat down. All these people in the room were starting to freak Batgirl out. What did they want, don't they realize she was naked and so was the king. "What are you all doing here?", she said in a foggy voice. The king motioned to the assembled group. The nurse pulled out a needle and gently poked it into Batgirl's arm and drew a small amount of blood. She injected it into a vial of clear liquid, swished it around and let it settle. Batgirl watched all this with dreamy eyes, hardly reacting except for the confused expression. The nurse grabbed Batgirl's arm felt the pulse then pulled the sheets back feeling her mound then abdomen. Turning attention back to the liquid, it had now turned blue. She smiled as she looked up to the king. "What", Batgirl said, "what?" Domino spoke first "A wonderful day, you are pregnant with my brother's son, the next in line to the throne. You will be crowned queen as soon as possible. You should be very proud. A great honour has just been bestowed on you." "Pregnant, A son? How can you know this?" Batgirl mummered. "We have been manipulating bloodlines for hundreds of years, everything you have drank or eaten has prepared you for The Blackening. All that is left is for you to be marked." Domino declared. This was all moving too fast for the redheaded former crime fighter. So when the rod one of the twins pulled out of the pot was not noticed till Batgirl felt the heat emanating from its tip got about a foot away from her it was too late. Batgirl reacted as quickly as she could but Domino and the other twin grabbed her attempt to bat the rod away and held her down. The tip of the rod made contact with the upper part of her left breast. She was screaming already and when the branding iron made contact she nearly broke the glass on the picture frame with her wail. The nurse immediately applied a salve to the area that surprisingly dulled the pain to a low throbbing from the searing agony of a moment ago.

They released their hold of the redhead and she yelled "What have you done? I am not a common animal to be branded like this.""You must bear the mark of the queen this is also tradition, again you have passed, this time the final test. You are truly ready, our family shall continue to rule and the people will be happy." Domino gushed, the look of delight on her face. "Get her prepared for the ceremony this weekend", she commanded the twins.

Unmasked, bred, branded and an African queen to be, Batgirl was about as far away from her former crime fighting life as she could possibly be. She was visited twice more before the ceremony, both times the King and her had intense sex that furthered the distance from her former life. She was becoming accustomed, even enthusiastic. On the day of the ceremony Batgirl was dressed in her old Outfit minus the mask. They paraded her out on the porch of the Royal Palace. It had been explained to her that she was a great conquest. A pale white, redheaded woman from America, A heroine even. This would cause others to reconsider any challenges they may try and muster. The suit served as a symbol of that, the people and the Kings rivals had to be impressed. There was no better symbol of conquest than that. And as she took her place willingly kneeling at his side his dominance was apparent to everyone, even her. They placed a diamond studded choker around her neck, she smiled and her life as a queen and mother had begun.