Batgirl sped down Grant Avenue, hoping to head off another robbery that she'd deduced Bane was about to commit. Suddenly, something on a building to her left caught her eye. A slight movement, that wouldn't have been noticed by most. She slowed the Batcycle to a crawl, seeing that there was definitely a hooded man climbing through a window on the second story of a building owned by Wayne Enterprises.
Batgirl laughed to herself, knowing how well guarded all of Wayne Enterprises' buildings were. Still, she parked the Batcycle, looked around to ensure no one else was watching, tossed a climbing line and grappling hook at the open window, clambered up the strong cord and silently entered the building, her senses on full alert.
Unknown to Batgirl, was another man lurking in the shadows, not moving, but observing her through a pair of nightscope binoculars.
There goes my maid of might, thought Mike Steel. A few moments more and the trap will be set. Steel moved down from his perch behind a trashcan on the second story of a building across from the one Batgirl had just entered.
Inside, Batgirl removed the night vision goggles from her utility belt, put them on, adjusted them, and moved through the deserted building, listening for the sound of the burglar who had just entered.
I've got to get him fast, before Wayne Enterprises guards arrive, thought Batgirl to herself.
Suddenly, the dark knight damsel felt a sharp pain in her left breast. Oh, oh. I've been hit with a tranquilizer dart, she thought, quickly reaching for her utility belt, where she kept a universal antidote for the pesky darts which criminals had tried to use on her in the past.
Got to get the belt ope... Just as she opened the compartment on the utility belt, however, she felt her legs give way and she hit the ground with a crash.
Can't let this happen, screamed Batgirl in her mind. Got to get the antidote, just another second... But the needle slipped from her hand and she lost consciousness.
Mike Steel grinned as he approached the now unconscious body of Batgirl, sprawled on the floor like a ragdoll. "Batgirl, am I ever gonna have some fun with you. You'll wish you'd never sent me up the river. Sweet revenge is mine!"
Batgirl awoke with a start. She was spreadeagled on a table, her hands, ankles and neck held by steel manacles. Her boots, gloves, costume and utility belt lay balled up on the floor across the dimly lit room. The only thing remaining on her was her cowl, which was still, thank God, firmly in place.
As she surveyed the room, she noticed a number of cameras peering at her and all manner of straps and torture instruments. She felt growing dread at what was likely to befall her if she couldn't get out of this.
Just then a steel door opened, and a man wearing a mask similar to Batgirl's entered the room.
"Hello, Batgirl, so glad you could join us tonight," laughed the masked man.
"You'd do yourself a favor by letting me go now," said Batgirl, trying to conceal her fear with a show of anger. "A lot of your friends have tried this and it's never worked. Sooner or later, you'll wind up in prison doing forty years."
"Sorry my dear, not this time," smiled the man behind the mask. "You see, love, I've already done some time in the slammer, thanks to you, and now it's payback time. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to put you there."
"Fuck you," spat the Dark Angel of Gotham.
"No, dear, fuck you, " said the masked man as he ripped the mask off his head, revealing a horribly disfigured face.
"Some of my fellow cons decided to give me a little acid bath, on the face, Batgirl. I wouldn't have been there if you hadn't bumbled into me and four other guys five years ago during a heist on the east side. I was just the driver. Actually, I didn't even know it was a heist, but I'm the poor bastard that wound up doing time for the robbery while the other guys all plea-bargained down. Now, you're going to take some responsibility for this," he screamed as he pointed to his face. "See what you did to me!"
As Steel looked at Batgirl, he leaned over and pulled a lever, sending electricity through her body.
"Oh God!" shrieked Batgirl. "Please, don't." Just then another jolt sent every nerve and neuron in her body screaming, her muscles tensing as the electricity continued to hit her like a locomotive. The pain was the most incredible she had ever experienced. She couldn't think, couldn't do anything but scream.
"Aiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee...Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee...ooooooohhhhhhhhh."
As suddenly as it began, it was over.
"Hah, hah, we're just getting warmed up, wouldn't you say, Batgirl," murmured Steel as he pulled the lever again, sending more current through the body of Batgirl.
After five minutes of this, Steel announced that he was leaving. Great, thought Batgirl, I can't take much more of this.
"By the way, I've put you on a timer. Every ninety seconds the current will activate for a minute, before giving you a short rest. I'll be back in a few hours to see how you're holding up," grinned Steel.
After an hour of torture, Batgirl knew she wouldn't last much longer.
"Oh God, please help me," the once proud Batgirl cried. "Help me, someone please help me." Her only answer was silence and the dread in her mind of what this man who had captured her still had in store for her.
Just then, Steel entered the room. "Hello, my princess, still with us? Well, I've decided to give you some relief. But it's really up to you," he said as he held up a large vibrator and put it between Batgirl's thighs.
"Now, this makes me wonder," he said. "You've got red hair on your head, but brown pubic hair. Not a natural redhead, eh Batgirl?"
"What in God's name do you want from me?" shouted Batgirl. "I'm sorry you went to prison, but I didn't put you there. A jury and prosecutor did. I just happened to catch you and your friends in the act. How was I to know?" she pleaded.
"Enough," replied Steel, as he forced the vibrator deep within Batgirl's pussy. "Each time you climax, the machine will sense it and activate the electricity. Each time, a few more volts will be added, until you're quite dead, my love. If you can control your orgasms, you'll live a little longer, but that's all," laughed Steel. "Smile, because I'm getting all of this on tape, for eventual distribution to anyone who cares to see the last few moments of your life, Bat bitch."
With that, Steel activated the vibrator, causing it to come to life. Deep within her, Batgirl felt the first stirrings of desire.
"Please, Steel, please, you don't want to kill me," pleaded Batgirl.
"Later, babe," Steel said, before he shut and locked the door.
Batgirl thought about her worst nightmare, friends who had been killed, anything to stop the orgasm that was building inside of her. Beads of sweat rolled off her athletic body and breasts as she tried in vain to stop her oncoming climax.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh GGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!!!! she screamed as the most intense orgasm ever slammed into her. "OOhh pplleasseee," she begged to no one.
Batgirl almost passed out, her orgasm was so intense and long lasting. Her pussy was drenched as she exploded with juices. Just then, another wave hit Batgirl, only this time it was fed by electricity. "OOOHH NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" she wailed as she thrashed on the table. More pain than she had ever felt ripped through her slender body. Unfortunately for Batgirl, the dildo seemed to vibrate even more with each ensuing orgasm.
I...can't...let...can't let him break me like this, thought Batgirl. But it was again too late, as another wave of pleasure swept over her and she screamed.
"Heeelllllppppp...oh please... UUhhhhhhhh, nooooooo... oohhh...Goooodd." Batgirl's brown eyes glazed over, and she slowly slipped into unconsciousness.
She awoke some time later. How much later she didn't know, but as she came to consciousness, she noticed an IV had been placed in her left arm. She was still manacled to the table and was naked, but the vibrator had been removed and her cowl was still in place.
Suddenly, in walked Steel and two of what Batgirl assumed were his henchmen.
"Hello, princess, how good of you to make it through the first part of our game plan." Steel unzipped his pants, letting them drop on the floor. "Now let's see how well you can handle this." He exposed his penis to Batgirl.
My God, she thought, that has to be the biggest cock I've ever seen. Batgirl gasped as Steel moved between her spread legs and placed the head of his shaft against her slit.
"Noooo...pleeeeassseeeeee...stooppppp..." she cried, trying to squeeze her labia together in a futile effort to stop Steel's cock from invading her.
Can't...let...him take me... she thought to herself, using all her energy to resist him. Never before had Batgirl been raped by an opponent.
Without warning, Steel leaned over and slapped her in the face several times. As Batgirl lay stunned by the onslaught, she momentarily relaxed, enough for Steel to quickly ram his member up into her.
"UUUGGHHHHHHHH," Batgirl cried, letting out a gasp, feeling him invade her most private part.
"HMMMmm, you're nice and warm, Batgirl," Steel said, ramming into her again and again.
No, this can't be happening, thought Batgirl. In her worst nightmares, she had imagined that someday this might occur, but had never imagined that her rape would be so brutal and horrific.
Batgirl just lay on the table, her eyes shut, moaning, knowing full well there was nothing she could do to stop him from owning her body, at least for awhile.
"God, you feel so good," shouted Steel as he sucked on Batgirl's size 36 breasts. He continued to pump her as he worked his way to her other breast and began to suck, removing his cock from inside of her. Next, Steel kissed her neck, then lowered his mouth to her pussy.
NO, no, screamed Batgirl in her brain. Can't...can't...can...lose...control or let Steel break me. But even as she thought those words to herself, she felt her body stiffen and her entire vagina tingled with the oncoming orgasm. Steel licked her drenched pussy with his tongue, gently sucking her clitoris, swishing it back and forth, back and forth.
Suddenly, he stopped and rammed his cock back into Batgirl, pumping and pumping. That, along with the great tongue job Steel had just given her, sent Batgirl over the edge.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" It was more like a plaintive wail as the once proud Batgirl succumbed to one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced.
Before she knew what was happening, Steel reached up and snatched away Batgirl's cowl and wig, revealing, for the first time, Barbara Gordon.
"OOH God," screamed Steel as he pumped his semen into Barbara, "I've conquered the great Batgirl, she's mine." He and Barbara, who was still in the final stages of orgasm, joined in a sexual rhythm as she milked his sexual juices.
Barbara lay panting on the table, her eyes glazed and her skin flushed. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her secret identity revealed to Steel. "Noooo...noooo," she moaned and cried.
"If you'll look up, Batgirl, or should I say Barbara Gordon, you'll notice this has all been caught on tape for every criminal in Gotham to see. But let's not worry about that just now, let's try this again." And with that, Steel shouted for his fellow thugs to enjoy the Dark Angel.
Barbara lay helpless as the two henchmen approached. One inserted his penis into her and immediately began to ram away. The other one forced her to open her mouth and put his cock into the now almost delirious Barbara. She noticed that she felt funny. It wasn't a bad feeling, but a good one. It seemed almost like she was detaching from her body and floating.
At the same time, she heard herself pleading with both men, "Please, I'll do anything, just let me go," but the two henchmen continued their sexual assault upon the helpless librarian. Suddenly, Barbara didn't care, couldn't care less. She was in another world, floating, and the pain and humiliation were behind her...
Barbara awoke in a bed, nude. The room was dark, but not so dark that she couldn't see. It contained the bed she was sleeping in, a toilet and a chair with some clothes on it, obviously designated for her.
Odd, she thought, I hardly remember the rape and I seem so foggy, almost hungover. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her size 36 D-cup breasts were still red and sore from the beating they had taken, as was her pussy. "My God," she realized suddenly with horror. "I hope I'm not pregnant."
Just then the door opened, and in walked Steel with the Joker and Bane. "Hello, Barbara, I think you know these two gentlemen."
"I doubt I'd refer to them as gentlemen," said Barbara defiantly, realizing she that had no mask and cowl on, or even clothes.
"Come, Barbara, we're going to have some fun, but first you need to see something," sneered Steel. He grabbed the Barbara and pushed her through the doorway and into a small room filled with monitors. "Watch this," he commanded as the Joker and Bane watched.
Barbara watched as the large middle monitor showed the Batmobile speeding away from the entrance to the Bat Cave, around a corner and straight into a gasoline tanker truck jackknifed across the road. BOOOOMMMMMM! There was a terrible explosion as the Batmobile slammed into the tanker truck and a huge fireball erupted. Barbara stared in horror, clearly hearing the cries of Batman and Robin, both of whom were now enveloped by flames in the wreckage of the Batmobile.
Just then, on another monitor, right next to the one she was viewing, Barbara saw a picture of herself, nude and groggy, answering questions being asked by Steel.
"Who are Batman and Robin's secret identities," demanded Steel.
Barbara, an IV still in her left arm, resisted, "No, can't, can't..."
"Once again, you will answer me," demanded Steel.
"Baaa...Baarrrruuuuu...Bruce, Bruce, Wayne is Batman, Dick Grayson is Robin," answered Barbara in a groggy but even voice.
"You see, Barbara, we put some, shall we say, good drugs in that IV of yours to help you help us eliminate Batman and Robin. It was a potent mixture of heroin and other drugs that'll eventually guarantee you will beg us to kill you. But I'm still not sure whether I really want to kill you, or just turn you into a total vegetable, unable to do anything but basic bodily functions. The great Batgirl, reduced to a drug addict. Think of it guys," grinned Steel as the Joker and Bane looked on.
Just then, the pair grabbed Barbara, who was still feeling groggy, she now knew, from the effects of the drugs the fiends had pumped into her, and inserted another IV into her. "Try some more, batslut," wheezed the Joker.
Joker took Barbara into his arms, laid her on a nearby bed and began to rape her.
Time after time, he put his cock into her defenseless womb, pumping and pumping, stirring her emotions.
Barbara was too high to care. Too gone to care, she only knew there was no escape from the horror, and that Batgirl was no more. Now, she was only Barbara Gordon, librarian. Her light brown pussy was being battered by a criminal that she hated but, she realized, at the same time wanted.
"Ooohh please, no, Joker. Please, I'll do anything for you. Just get me out of here," she pleaded in his ear. "I could still be of use to you."
"Sorry Batgirl, er, I should say now, Barbara. No deals. I just want to fuck you and own you," Joker leaned down and licked Barbara's ear, then kissed her bare neck, taking her short-cropped hair into his hands as he began to suck her breasts, his cock continuing to slide in and out of Barbara's vagina.
That, combined with the mind altering drugs and battered self-esteem, sent the Dark Angel over the edge, hurtling toward another orgasm.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH... OOOOOHHHHHH... OOOOOHHHHHH, YYYYEEESSSSSSSSSS!" screamed Barbara as she climaxed. The Joker came at the same moment, sending rivers of his seed into her womb.
"'Ooohhh, please...' That was the best orgasm I've ever had," laughed the Joker. "And with Batgirl no less."
The Joker withdrew and Bane stepped up, as Barbara looked on with horror.
She began to cry when Bane wasted no time in ramming his manhood inside of her, holding her up to him like a ragdoll, pulling her up and down on his shaft. As Bane peered into Barbara's eyes, he held her closer and closer, squeezing her with his mighty arms.
"OOOh, you're hurting me," pleaded Barbara.
"Just wait," replied Bane, giving her a bear hug that broke two of her ribs. He let her go and squeezed again.
"NNOOOO! NO! Help!" screamed Barbara, "Help!"
But it was to no avail, because the more Barbara screamed, the more turned on Bane became. He let go and this time squeezed again hard, breaking more ribs with an audible, "CRACCCKKK." Barbara began to wail and surrender to the orgasm that had built inside of her. Pleasure and pain at the same time was something she had often fantasized about, but never realized she would actually experience. Another orgasm rocked her and this time she mercifully passed out.
Barbara awoke again in the dimly lit room that had now become her prison. She was in bed, naked, groggy and reeling from the pain of several broken ribs. But she knew one thing. After two weeks of being repeatedly raped and drugged, she was now totally hooked on the drugs that Steel had been putting into her. A mixture of heroin and some other narcotic, he had told her. At any rate, she was irritable and wanted her fix, but at the same time she hated herself for becoming an addict dependent on Steel.
"Please," she begged, pounding on the door. "I need something. Please. I can't make it, I need something!"
"Okay," laughed Steel as her entered her room holding a syringe. "Here's your fix, my little princess." He inserted the needle into Barbara's arm and injected her.
It took only moment, and then Barbara didn't care anymore about anything--not her role in the death of Batman and Robin, her rapes, or her former life. Nothing seemed important now but existing.
"Come on, Batgirl, I've got work for you do." Steel led her out of the room, down the hallway and into another room with a bed and some cameras.
Barbara was still conscious enough to notice a naked man standing in the room with some whips and chains. To her slight horror, she realized it was Two-Face.
"You see, Bat slut, I've decided to, shall I say, rent you out to Gotham's finest criminals for whatever they want to do with you, except kill you of course." As Steel said this, he viciously kicked Barbara in the stomach. Her legs folded and she crashed to the floor.
"Have fun with Ms. Gordon, er Batgirl, heh Two-Face." Steel said as he shut the door.
Six Months Later
Barbara Gordon looked down at her stomach. It was getting noticeably larger each day. She was pregnant, but with who's baby was anyone's guess. The child would, however, be the son or daughter of one of Gotham's most vicious criminals.
"What have I done," moaned Barbara. I killed Batman and Robin, have slept with every criminal in Gotham, and now I'm pregnant. There's no way I'll get out of here alive, and even if I did, they know who I am.
The only thing working in Barbara's favor was that Steel, knowing she was pregnant, was no longer filling her full of drugs, although she still craved them.
The lights suddenly went dark and there were shouts in the outside hallway. Then everything went quiet.
Barbara quickly realized they had just undergone one of Gotham's frequent brownouts and this could be her opportunity to escape. She tried the electrically locked door and it opened. Quickly, she entered the hallway, gazing up and down it to see or sense if anyone was there. Dressed only in a robe, with no underwear (Steel wanted her naked most of the time, pregnant or not), she strode into the next dark hallway, not quite sure where she was going, but realizing this may be her and her baby's only real hope of ever escaping her prison.
Suddenly, she heard shouts.
"Batgirl's gone, Gordon's escaped," shouted one of Steel's henchman. Just then, Barbara saw a speck of light in a hallway to her left and made a break. The door gave way as she crashed into it, and she fell out into a Gotham alleyway.
"Please help me," she screamed at an obviously drunken bum. "I'm trying to escape a man who's been holding me prisoner. You've got to help me," she pleaded.
"Under here, missy," croaked the bum as he removed the fake exterior of a building to reveal a small opening. "Never know when the cops are gonna roust ya, ya know."
Barbara scrambled through the hole and hid as men went up and down the alley, shouting to each other, looking into every cubbyhole they could find, but not discovering the very pregnant Barbara.
What am I going to do now that I've escaped, thought Barbara. Steel had allowed her to watch television and she knew he and his gang had also gone on a killing spree that included her father and many high ranking members of the police force. The ones that weren't killed were likely to be informants for Steel.
Four Months Later
Barbara gyrated to the sounds of the music as she removed another piece of clothing. It was a slow night at the Kit Kat Club and not many men were there. She grinned and ripped off her tear-away g-string, her breasts and pussy now exposed for all to see.
She had started here just a week ago, after giving birth to a baby son a month before. She had worked hard to get her body back in shape and she knew this was the best way to make the big money she'd need to hide out from Steel, who was still searching everywhere for her. It was humiliating for her, but she'd devised a clever ruse. While she removed all her clothes, the one thing she kept on was her Lone Ranger-type mask, which always hid her face onstage. Combined with her now platinum blonde hair, it would be nearly impossible for anyone to recognize her.
With a flourish, she finished her routine, which had quickly made her one of the most popular dancers at the club, and exited the stage.
She was even further humiliated, however. To keep the job, which she badly needed to pay for food and shelter for herself and her son, and maintain a low profile, she had to sleep with the owner of the club and some of his friends.
She thought back to a few nights before, just two days after she had begun at the club...
The owner, Don, and some friends approached her just before closing. In no uncertain terms he hinted that if she didn't entertain him and his buddies, she'd get no money at the end of the week.
"There's five thousand bucks for one night's entertainment. I swear you won't have to have sex with us, just dance nude. I promise."
Faced with those terms, she agreed. He drove her to a nearby home, surrounded by a high fence and fine trimmed lawn. It wasn't unlike Wayne Mansion, Barbara observed.
At the party, Barbara performed with her mask. At first, the men were gentlemen. No one groped her, no one approached her. But, as the night wore on and everyone, including Barbara, had too much to drink and snort, things got out of hand.
It began as she bumped and danced yet again. Suddenly, one of the men grabbed her and threw her onto a table. At first she was too stunned to say anything, but then before she knew what was happening, someone stuffed a chloroform soaked rag into her nose and she passed out.
When she came to, one man had his very erect cock in her mouth and another was grinding away deep inside her as she lay on a pool table.
"Come on, bitch..." hissed the man inside of her as he leaned over and began to suck milk from her sizable breasts. He continued to ram her hard with his cock as he suckled her, until he finally seized and let his jism go inside of her. Barbara lay there, still too groggy to do much as he got off her and another man took his place.
"No, please," the once proud crimefighter begged, but the men just laughed.
The man's pelvis slammed against Barbara again and again, drawing gasps from her lips. When he finally came in her, she shrieked. He sucked her breasts hard and held her tight, continuing to release his semen inside of her defenseless vagina.
Just then, she began to gag as the man whose cock was inside her mouth came, pumping more semen into her mouth and down her throat.
"Uhhh...can't...breathe..." Barbara gasped.
As the night wore on, Barbara was forced to have sex with at least a dozen men, in several dozen positions. As night turned into day, Barbara lay on an old couch, the bleached hair on her head and pubes matted and wet with sweat and cum. Semen dripped down her chin, and off her chest and thighs. She lay there, in shock, in pain, still somewhat high from the drugs that helped her escape from the hell that was now her life.
Finally, she slowly stood up and marched out to a waiting limo, which took her home to her son.
Now, back at the strip joint, Barbara, who was known to her co-workers and the owner as "Cathy Shire," sat at what passed for a dressing room table at the club. Stripping wasn't exactly what Barbara Gordon had in mind when she'd first donned the cape and cowl of Batgirl, but for now it paid the bills, she thought, as she leaned down and snorted another line of coke. She had never quite been able to quit the drugs Steel had gotten her addicted to, but thank God the baby seemed to be okay. The coke helped her forget who she once was and the humiliation of undressing before dozens of leering men each night.
She bent over and did yet another line. She hated getting high, but couldn't help it. She knew she was addicted, and bad, but couldn't risk going to the authorities, or getting into a Narc anonymous group, for fear someone would reveal her location to Steel.
Fifteen minutes later, out onstage, Barbara gyrated to the thump-thump-thump of the music. She wore only a small tank top, bikini-like panties and her mask. Her act was always the same, but it did the trick. She'd spend the first couple songs giving beaver shots for the men and teasing, without taking anything off, save a quick swish of her top. With the third song, she'd choose a man, bring him onstage, and remove her top, teasing him with her ample breasts, inches from his mouth. The next song she'd tease, and tease again, stuffing dollar bills in her panties until she removed her bottom and would stand naked, save her mask, for all to see and savor. It was an amazing performance, considering how high she was once she hit the stage. Her heart would be beating, pounding from the effects of the coke as she performed her act.
After her last show, Barbara again did another couple of lines backstage, before putting on her "civilian clothes" and getting into her car, a late model Mustang GT.
God, I feel great tonight, despite this rainy weather, she thought as she lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. She hated herself for starting to smoke, but it helped her come down from the coke and kept her awake during the long nights. She took another drag, exhaling slowly as she turned on the windshield wipers and gunned the Mustang down the road toward the small bungalow where her son waited with the baby-sitter.
It was still raining and she didn't notice that the speedometer had crept up to ninety until she made a quick routine glance at the instrument panel. Better slow down or the cops will bust me. That's the last thing I need, getting busted for possession and having the fact that Barbara Gordon is alive spread around, she thought to herself, as she leaned over and fumbled in the dark for another cigarette from her purse beside her.
Suddenly, the car began to skid as she headed around a sharp curve. As high as Barbara was, she slammed on the brakes, immediately locking them. At 90 mph, even Batgirl didn't stand a chance. The car skidded off the road, glanced off one tree, slammed into another, before rolling end over end twice. There wasn't much left of the vehicle, or the woman who was once Barbara Gordon.
"I think she's waking up now," said a voice in the distance. "Ms. Shire? Can you hear me, Ms. Shire?"
Barbara didn't know where she was, or what had happened. As she slowly drifted into and out of consciousness for the next couple of days, she knew only that she was badly hurt and that tubes were coming in and out of her almost everywhere.
The pain was incredible. Almost worse than the torture to which Steel had subjected her. She couldn't move her arms or legs and was completely immobilized. One eye was sightless and her jaw had been fractured. Most of her ribs had been broken and her lungs had almost collapsed.
"Ms. Shire, I'm Doctor Brown. You're in pretty bad shape. Is there anybody we can call or contact? I'm not sure you're going to make it."
Barbara didn't care. The pain that racked her was so intense and ever present that she couldn't focus. Until she thought of her son.
"UUUMMMMM. My...my soooonnn. PPPPllleeeasssseee. Heeellp mmmmy sooonnn."
"I need more information. Your driver's license has an address that doesn't exist. Where does your son live, Ms. Shire?
"I-I can't...I..." Was all she could manage as the once proud Batgirl slipped into unconsciousness.
"Well, she's definitely in bad shape. I don't know whether she'll make it. I've never seen anyone with such massive internal injuries who did," whispered the doctor to the nurse beside him. "She was higher than a kite when they brought her in. Too bad, she looks nice but she's probably just trailer trash."
The doctor flipped the lights out as he and the nurse left Batgirl, aka Barbara Gordon, aka Cathy Shire, hooked to a cardiac monitor, clinging to life.
All was quiet on the hospital floor as Steel slipped into the hallway from a stairwell, dressed in hospital garb.
"That hack into the Gotham Police computer really paid off big," he said to one of his two ever present henchmen. "The minute they ran the prints, Barbara Gordon's name showed up, but it was such great planning of me to erase the name of the file, don't you think? Come on, we're not gonna screw around this time. We eliminate Batgirl once and for all."
Barbara lay half-conscious in her bed when Steel whispered into her ear.
"Come to, my princess. We have some unfinished business, Batbitch."
Barbara thought she was dreaming. Steel at the foot of a hospital bed? What? Steel??? She gasped, staring up at her tormentor through her remaining good eye.
"Steel, PLEASE! Ahhh, hhaaahh," coughed the former heroine. "Please, I'll do anything. You can have me anytime, just stop this." Barbara pleaded.
"I just want you to know, Barbara, or Cathy Shire, or Batgirl, whoever you are tonight. We have your son," hissed Steel, smiling at her reaction of horror.
Barbara's worst nightmare was coming true. Helpless to resist another rape, broken, and now her enemy had possession of her precious son.
"OOOHHHhhh plllleeeasssee, Steel, for godsakes show some mercy." Barbara began to cry.
"Sorry, Batgirl, but Mercy is not on tonight's menu," he laughed into her ear.
"Heee'llllll...hee'llllll...." Barbara could only whisper as the pain of her injuries washed over her, causing her to lose any willpower she had left.
"No... Please...I...I...beg...I'm begging you, Steel...don't!" Barbara gasped as Steel lowered himself on top of her and lifted the bottom of her hospital gown. She shrieked when the head of his penis touched her pussy lips.
"Noooooo...can't do this..." she moaned as Steel muscled himself past her vaginal muscles and deep into her womb. Her body was soon forced to fall into the rhythmically thrusting of Steel's rock hard cock inside of her, her body alternating between the pain of being moved around and the pleasure of the huge cock touching her clitoris.
"UUUMMMMPPHHHHH, Oh my God...UUMMMPPPHHH, please, Steel, I'm begging you to stop." She could feel her body revving up for a massive orgasm. One over which she had almost no control, and which, she knew, may well finish her for good, considering the extent of her injuries.
No, no, she thought. Can't give up... I've got to... fight him... got to...
"UUUUHHHHHH...yes, yes, UUUUUHHHHHH. I love it when I feel you getting moist, Batgirl. Such a shame it has to end like this." Steel's henchman pulled out a syringe and injected its contents into Barbara's IV.
"What?" said Barbara. "Wha...What are you doing, Steel?"
"Easy, love. Your IV now contains enough liquid cocaine to make an entire legion of super heroines high. I think you have about one minute before it's lights out for Batgirl," said Steel with a false smile. He picked up the pace, plunging his cock in and out of Barbara's enflamed pussy.
As Steel continued to ram her, Barbara felt both intense pain and pleasure as her broken body was moved about. Her pussy was quickly becoming moist, Steel could feel it too, as she started to slowly match, although weakly, Steel's thrusts.
Just then, Steel exploded inside of her. Feeling him come was enough to push the weak Barbara Gordon over the edge and her vaginal muscles suddenly stiffened.
"UUUUHH, OOOHHHHHHH...OOHhhhhhhh... Noooooo," shrieked Barbara as Steel and she came together.
At that moment, Barbara began to feel herself moving away, losing consciousness.
"Come on, hang in for a few moments more. I won, Batgirl. I have your kid, and I'm fucking you as you lie here dying."
"Oohhh... no...no..." was all Barbara could say as she heard Steel's final words echoing in her brain.
As Steel continued to pump away, Barbara milking the last of his semen into her battered pussy, Steel heard the cardiac monitor alert come on.
How ironic, he thought, Barbara Gordon and Batgirl, dead of a drug overdose.
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Epilogue
A few days later, the only mention of Barbara Gordon's death was an obituary notice in the Gotham paper. It related to readers that a certain Cathy Shire had died in Gotham Hospital of a massive cardiac arrest, caused by an overdose of a controlled narcotic. She had been admitted several days before with critical injuries following a severe car wreck. Doctors indicated in news reports that she would not likely have survived the night because of the extent of her injuries. Police were investigating, but insiders knew the death of a drug addicted stripper, even one whose son had disappeared and whose baby-sitter had been found murdered, wasn't likely to draw much attention. Police privately indicated the girl's and baby-sitter's deaths were probably the result of some drug hit.
In Gotham crime circles, Steel was hailed as a hero. The one man who had killed Batman, Robin and Batgirl. And the video of his raping Batgirl and removing her mask was fetching millions in underground sales. It seemed every criminal with money wanted to pay to see how Batgirl's secret identity had been revealed.
As for Barbara's son, Steel raised him as his own, and he eventually grew up to become one of Gotham's most feared criminals.
THE END