Batgirl is captured and raped by Two-Face. The only way she can escape is to buy her freedom using her body as payment.
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Batgirl normally uses birth control. All superheroines do. It has become part of the job description as the 20th century drew to a close and ever since the proliferation of internet superheroine stories where rape and sex have become a staple of every heroine's regular life style. And in 'real life' every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.
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Chapter 1: The Cell
The door opened and a female figure was thrown into the cell, sprawling on the dirty floor.
"My patience won't last forever, Batgirl!" came the voice from the door. "Tomorrow, I'm getting out the whips and chains. If you don't give me what I want soon, I may just kill you outright. Or, I may sell you to a Mexican S & M brothel!
"Or maybe I'll sell you to an oil sheik I know. He's a very patient man: far more patient than I am. He'll take great pleasure in breaking you. And if he doesn't succeed in breaking you, well, he'll enjoy that too!
"I'm going to get some sleep now. You'd better get some rest too, because then I'll be back. And your time is running out!"
The door slammed shut and heavy footsteps receded down the hall.
Batgirl, naked except for her cowl and the dried cum and filth that covered her, curled up in a ball and began crying softly, her arms clutched across her stomach. Semen was seeping from every orifice of her body. Her teeth felt caked with cum. Her entire body, but especially her thighs and her pubis, felt encased in a solid shell of dried cum.
She had lost track of time. She didn't know how long it had been since she had seen daylight, although if she thought about it, she probably would have concluded that she hadn't really been a prisoner for as long as it seemed. But now, for as long as she could remember, her life had been one rape after another. She ached all over!
Fear of pregnancy no longer concerned her. She felt only the abuse she had received, although she vaguely remembered having her menstrual flow recently. Her captors hadn't bothered to notice, assuming the blood was a result of either a rape or other injuries.
When she had first been captured by Two-Face, she had been confused by the way he treated her. She was in a prison, to be sure! There was no way for her to escape. And she had been kept in light bondage, handcuff, leg restraints, etc., but surprisingly he had treated her like a lady. Her 'apartment' (that's what he called her cell) had been comfortable, well appointed, almost luxurious with a comfortable bed, a bathroom of sorts with all of the necessities, a lounging area complete with a modest library, and a dining area.
He had provided nice meals, spoken courteously to her, almost as if he was trying to woo her. But when he had tried to kiss her or make sexual advances, even though she was in restraints, she had rebuffed him.
At first, he had good-naturedly accepted the rebuffs. Eventually, he proposed that she become his mistress and Batgirl came to the realization that Two-Face wanted her to be his lover! She continued to refuse him and he began to grow irritable. After several more rejections, one night, he raped her. She refused to cooperate and continued to rebuff his continued efforts to seduce her.
Her refusals began to infuriate the insane criminal. Somehow he had fixation that he wanted Batgirl to be his girlfriend, but she suspected that he would be satisfied if she simply acted like his girlfriend, at least in bed.
But Batgirl would have none of that! She was not about to lie on her back, spread her legs and say, "I love you!", to her arch enemy or any other criminal!
Thus, an irresistible force met the immobile object. The harder Two-Face tried to seduce Batgirl, the more she resisted. The more she resisted, the greater Two-Face's frustration became. Two-Face's anger and abuse increased until Batgirl was facing virtual non-stop rape at his hand and she was thrown into this dungeon when he grew fatigued!
Batgirl's fingers outlined the cowl covering her face, hiding her secret identity. Two-Face had conscientiously kept her mask in place. He wanted to wait until she fully belonged to him before her mask was removed. His conquest wouldn't be completed until after they had made beautiful, consensual love together and she took off her mask of her own volition.
For now, Two-Face had returned her to her cell so that he could sleep. He had delivered an ultimatum of sorts, and this was the first time he had done that. And Batgirl's tears spent themselves, as she lay curled on the floor.
The key turned in the lock, and a different set of footfalls approached her. Batgirl was relieved to hear the familiar sounds of her jailer, Jerry. Jerry entered the cell, bring a towel, wash cloth, and basin of refreshing cool water.
A cool washcloth soothed her neck and cheek: everywhere on her face that wasn't covered.
Wringing out the cloth, he wiped away her tears as best he could using the corner of the cloth to reach through the openings of her cowl. Batgirl felt most of the tension drain away from her beneath his gentle ministrations. She rolled on her back, oblivious of her nakedness as he began what had become her nightly sponge bath. He would wash her arms, sides and chest, but, following his usual custom, he handed her a fresh cloth so she could wash her own breasts. Likewise, after he had washed her legs and thighs, he handed the cloth to her to clean her "private areas".
Batgirl had given him permission to wash her everywhere, but there were still areas he refused to touch.
Batgirl's pubis was so caked and covered with cum that he had to rinse the cloth two or three times before she began to feel clean again, at least on the outside. She knew that her vagina and tubes were still swimming with Two-Face's sperm. And that couldn't be washed away with a simple cloth.
Batgirl looked up at Jerry's sympathetic face. It was a homely face: not really ugly, but certainly not attractive. He put one arm tenderly around her, gently lifting her to her bed. She liked him in his simple way! And where as he was not exactly stupid, Jerry wasn't very smart, either. He would never be an Einstein, but he really seemed to be concerned about her! And feeling his affection, especially in this situation, had more of an effect on her than she wanted to admit to herself.
"Two-Face gets rougher every time," Batgirl sighed. "Tomorrow he says he'll bring in the chains and whips unless I surrender to him. He's threatened to sell me to a Mexican S&M brothel."
Jerry shook his head sadly, commiserating with the abused heroine. Batgirl took his hand. "Are you sure that there isn't anything you can do to help me? If you help me escape from him, I'll give you money. Or I will do anything that you want me to!" It was a desperate request, but a futile one: when she first met Jerry, Batgirl had asked him for help escaping and he had flat refused. She knew what danger he would be placing himself in if he tried to help her. Anyone who crossed Two-Face was indeed courting disaster!
But this time Jerry surprised her.
Chapter 2: Jerry's Plan
"I've figured out a way I can get you out of here. I think it will work!" Jerry was obviously pleased with the surprised look on Batgirl's face.
"I can smuggle you out of here and into my house at the far end of the compound. No one ever comes there. Then I'd spread blood around here and say you had committed suicide and I'd cremated your body in the furnace downstairs!"
"Would Two-Face accept that explanation?" Batgirl asked, thinking the plan through.
"He'd be mad as hell that I cremated you before he saw you dead, but eventually he'll believe what I say. I've worked for him for years! He trusts me." Jerry gestured toward his homey face, " . . . I'm not exactly someone who can get a job at a lot of different places . . ."
Jerry filled her in on the details he had worked out, and Batgirl studied his face looking for signs of deception. But all she saw there was sincere male protectiveness. She turned her attention to his plan and began to contemplate it. Even if it didn't work, she would be no worse off than she was now. But if it didn't work, poor Jerry would probably die a slow, painful death. She warned Jerry about that, but he shrugged off the threat. Apparently, he didn't really have a lot to live for in any case.
Still, she had asked for his help and he had come up with a plan. And it was a plan that just might work.
"How would I escape from the compound?" the ever-practical Batgirl asked.
"The laundry man will take you out. He won't be here for several days, but by then Two-Face will have gotten over his anger at losing you"
Feeling almost encouraged, Batgirl asked, "How do we do it? When do we start?"
Jerry was suddenly embarrassed and couldn't go on with his explanation. When Batgirl asked him what was wrong, he fumbled for words. "Uh . . . . you promised to do something for me if I helped you escape . . ."
Batgirl's eyes narrowed. "Of course I did. Do you want to tell me what you me to do for you?"
Jerry quaked and gestured to his homely face. "I'm not clever, not smart like you are. I've never been attractive. Girls never look at me. They never accept when I got up the courage to ask them out . . ." He hesitated.
"And . . . ?" Batgirl prompted. She knew where this request was going. Payback! It was inevitable, Batgirl thought. Everyone wanted a piece of her, even shy, considerate, kind Jerry. Payback is always a bitch! Still, she had no choice! Jerry was the only possibility available to her.
Unable to handle the stress of this conversation, Jerry blurted out, "I've never been with a woman! I'm a virgin. And you're Batgirl! You're one of the most desirable women in Gotham City! Will you . . . will you let me . . ." Obviously, he didn't know how to say what he wanted. Taking a deep breath, he continued: "Will you let me lose my virginity with you?"
Batgirl recognized how difficult it was for him to ask. He was truly embarrassed!
Batgirl had been sexually abused almost constantly since Two-Face had captured her. But even now, the only capital she had to offer Jerry in return for his help lay between her legs. It was ironic! She had to use sex to escape from sex!
Trying to hide her feelings of disgust and resignation, Batgirl asked for clarification. "You want to have sex with me in return for helping me escape?" she asked.
The embarrassment was too great for Jerry! Suddenly, he began backpedaling! "It's not a good plan . . . It will never work . . . I've gone too far, and I have no business asking you for . . . ."
"If you help me to escape," she interrupted, "I'll do whatever you ask."
It was a chance to escape! And Batgirl simply could not afford to pass it up!
"If you want sex, I'll give you sex!" But she had to try to set limits. Batgirl continued, "I won't be able to spend a lot of time with you once we get back to Gotham City. But I promise you I will give you all the sex you want for . . . say . . . two weeks? Will that be OK with you?"
"Will I be able to learn how to make love with a woman in two weeks? Will two weeks be long enough for me to learn how to please and satisfy a woman?"
"I'll be sure that you get enough practice!" Batgirl promised. She had to give him the old sales pitch. "We can do everything you want . . . so that you can learn everything you want to know, experience everything you want to do!" She would promise him anything, anything, in order to obtain his assistance. But, the other side of that coin was that she would be obligated to honor her promises when the time came. She would not make a promise that she could not, or would not keep!
"I'm not sure two weeks is enough," Jerry contemplated. "Will you give me a whole month . . . ?"
Batgirl smiled at him with her most winning smile. "Agreed! It will be a full month, but only if you don't beat me or hurt me!" And thus, the agreement was made! And Batgirl stood up painfully and put her arms around him to seal the agreement with a kiss. It was difficult to move because of the residual pain from the weeks of abuse she had received at Two-Face's hand.
Jerry produced a bottle of blood and a plastic spoon that he had sharpened by rubbing it against a stone until it was sharp enough to slit a vein: Batgirl wondered where he had gotten the blood, but dared not ask.
Chapter 3: Jerry's cabin.
By some miracle, Jerry's plan for Batgirl's escape worked! He spread the blood convincingly around the cell to fake Batgirl's suicide. The incinerator was already perking away in the basement, and Jerry had a laundry hamper on wheels nearby. Bundling Batgirl on the bottom of the hamper with laundry strewn over her, he wheeled her out of her prison, down an interminable gravel road to Jerry's quarters, which were in an isolated cottage at the far end of the compound. Batgirl noticed immediately that the cabin had wire mesh covering all of the windows. And the doors all contained double cylinders, meaning that once she was locked in, there would be no way she could get out!
Once there, Jerry quickly showed her around. The cabin was fairly neat and clean for a bachelor's quarters. He didn't have any clothes for her to wear, so he gave her a baggy sweat suit, a nice terrycloth robe that he had stolen from a hotel, and a couple of men's shirts. There was no underwear for her.
Jerry had to leave to return and report Batgirl's 'suicide' to Two-Face. He advised Batgirl to get some sleep since he might not be back until morning. While he was gone, she should leave the lights out. And he apologized for having to lock her into the cabin!
Before he left, he put his hand on Batgirl's shoulder. Looking meaningfully into her eyes he said, "Now, you take care!" And he left.
What Batgirl took was a long shower, trying to wash off the weeks of abuse she had received from Two-Face and, yes, even trying to wash off Jerry's touch. Then she took a long bath, soaking in warm water in an effort to sooth the aches and pains that covered her body.
Feeling better, Batgirl found and put on one of Jerry's loose fitting shirts that extended down to her mid-thigh. Then she cooked some bacon and eggs and toast. While preparing her meal, Batgirl encountered a bottle of olive oil in the cupboard. She poured a small amount into two plastic containers with lids and placed them unobtrusively in the bathroom and bedroom. Then, she feasted in dark, gloomy luxury. After she had washed the dishes and put clean linen on the bed, she collapsed and fell soundly asleep.
She awoke with a start the next morning when Jerry sat next to her on the edge of the bed. Recognizing it was Jerry, Batgirl quickly glanced around the room to see if their conspiracy had been discovered.
Chapter 4: Jerry's success.
"Well, we pulled it off!" Jerry crowed, triumphantly. He had several bruises and a black eye, but enthusiastically, he continued: "Two-Face bought it!"
Batgirl put on the terrycloth robe over her 'nightshirt' and loosely cinched the cloth belt as she rose. She excused herself to use the bathroom. While in the bathroom, she liberally lubricated her vagina with olive oil, 'just in case', before returning to listen to Jerry's narrative.
At first, Two-Face had been furious and had struck Jerry giving him the black eye. Then his anger passed. Jerry had been with Two-Face for several years, and Two-Face believed that Jerry would never intentionally have given a captive the means for suicide. Also, Two-Face had been surprised that Batgirl would choose suicide . . . that seemed contrary to her nature.
Apparently, the possibility had never occurred to Two-Face that Jerry might have helped her escape.
As they talked, Jerry had prepared a small breakfast of juice, dry cereal and milk. It was mid morning as Jerry completed his narrative and breakfast. In silence, the two washed the dishes and put things away. Jerry's workday was ended.
As Batgirl put away the final item, she saw Jerry was intently watching her, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. She raised an inquiring eyebrow as if to ask what he wanted.
"Can we start now?" His request was simple and ingenuous, totally uncontrived, even artless. Batgirl was almost touched by the innocence of his approach. But she felt her kegals twitch defensively and a tightening in her stomach.
The time had come, and she had promises to keep. Besides, she couldn't do anything to make Jerry angry. She still needed his help to get out of the compound. She carefully controlled herself to keep the appearance of reluctance out of her body language and to keep the sound of disinclination out of her voice.
Meeting his eyes, she said, "We could go to the bedroom, both of us get undressed and have sex . . . ." Batgirl stated and she saw Jerry's eyes light up at the prospect. "But then you'd be treating me like a whore."
Jerry was confused.
"Or," Batgirl continued, "you could treat me like a lady and woo me . . . it's called 'foreplay' . . . until one of us says something like 'let's go to the other room.' Then we'd both be ready and everything would be a lot better. We wouldn't just be 'having sex', we'd be making love!" Batgirl, thought she was a woman of some experience, and that she could use sex as a tool she could manipulate.
Jerry, who was definitely not too smart, looked confused. He asked, "Are you teaching me how to please a woman?"
Batgirl smiled; pleased he was getting the point. "It's a start," she replied.
"How do I 'woo' you?"
"You could start by coming up behind me and putting your arms around my waist and holding me." Batgirl turned back to the sink. "Do you have a condom?"
"Condom?" Jerry asked. "No. Do I need one?"
Batgirl tried to keep the frustration out of her voice. "Most girls will want you to use one unless she tells you that you don't have to. For right now, we'll get along without it."
It probably didn't make any difference, Batgirl reasoned. She had been abused and raped by Two-Face for weeks, so more exposure with Jerry probably would alter nothing. If, in fact, Jerry was a virgin, it was likely he was disease free, which was more than she could say for Two-Face. As for the pregnancy danger, she would have to face that consideration later.
As requested, Jerry came up behind her. His approach was about as subtle as a bull elephant. But he slid his arms around her waist and she dropped her arms over his giving him a return embrace.
"Now, kiss my neck and shoulders, gently." He did. His kiss was a little rough and unrefined, and he needed a shave. But even with these drawbacks, Batgirl found it pleasant to be 'courted' by a man, an activity that had been sadly lacking in her life for much too long. He pulled her closer to him, clumsily imitating adult behavior that was obviously new to him and he didn't know how to handle. Batgirl could feel his every erect penis through their clothes.
"I think we need to go into the other room!" Jerry's voice was hoarse, but his impatience was understandable considering his highly aroused state. Batgirl took his hand and stepped behind him forcing him to lead the way to his bed. Beside the bed, she undressing him. It didn't take him long to realize that he should remove her clothing also, and he slipped the robe from her shoulders, then unbuttoned the 'night shirt', slipping it down her arms just as she was pushing down his boxers.
He had seen her naked in her cell many times, but now he was staring at her as if he had never seen her before, lust openly exuding from every pore, and obviously displayed in his genitalia.
Batgirl took his hand and she slipped under the sheets of his bed drawing him after her. Sensing that she had only minutes, or possibly only seconds before he climaxed, she pulled him directly over her and led his rampant manhood between her labia.
Chapter 5: Jerry's first time.
As soon as Jerry realized where his penis was, he slammed home eliciting a cry of pain from his brutal entrance into the still unprepared Batgirl. Immediately he exploded like the Tschaikovsky 1812 overture. He frantically tried to press deeper inter her, but she was too dry and the pulsations of his manhood precluded any further penetration. Obviously, he had never learned to back off a bit to spread whatever lubrication was available.
Gasping and grunting, he came and came and came, riding out his climax as Batgirl lay beneath him, her eyes clenched shut, biting her lip. Most of the warm waves of fluids were directed into her body, but quickly began dripping out
Eventually, Jerry's climax came to an end!
"Wow!" he gasped between labored breaths. "That was tremendous! Great!"
Batgirl resisted the impulse to roll her eyes upward in disbelief. Jerry gasped again and continued.
"I never imagined that someday I would fuck Batgirl! And that Batgirl would take my cherry!"
'I'll add it to my collection,' Batgirl thought forlornly. But she smiled at Jerry. "Yeah!" she said. "It was really something!"
In reality, Jerry had only penetrated her about an inch! Still, he had shot most of his ejaculate into her! And it was his first time! Without anything to compare it with, she acknowledged it was probably the best experience of his life.
He was already shrinking and slipping out of her. Rolling to the side, he pulled the sheet with him, leaving Batgirl uncovered from the waist upward. On his side as his breathing returned to normal, he gazed at Batgirl's rounded breasts, somewhat flattened by gravity as she lay on her back. They were rising and falling as she breathed. He hadn't touched her yet. He had never touched her! And the dark nipples and soft mammaries beckoned invitingly to him.
He reached tentatively, and hesitated.
Batgirl saw his movement. Since sex was the agenda, her breasts had to be part of the package. Trying to keep the reluctance out of her voice, she said, "It's OK. You can touch them!" and his heavy hands settled on her breasts with surprising gentleness.
With the fascination born from having recent lost his virginity, he explored the contours of her breasts, studying her nipples, investigating her dark areolas, examining where her breasts and body met. Much too quickly, Batgirl saw a bulge rising beneath the sheet and she put her hand over his and explained that a women needed to 'freshen up' sometimes. She would go to the bathroom, but she promised to return quickly.
Jerry didn't understand, but he nodded permission, and Batgirl unwillingly gave him an exciting show as, naked, she moved around the bed to pick up the terrycloth robe and stepped into the Bathroom.
While she washed her face and used a washcloth to wipe away most of the semen that had not found its destination in his abortive attempt to screw her, Batgirl looked at herself in the mirror.
She felt like a whore! She was in the bathroom, getting herself ready to go back to a man's bed and fuck him! This was something she hadn't done since she went to her last real lover, years before. But Jerry wasn't someone she had chosen as a lover. He had offered her something of value: escape from Two-Face. He had facilitated her escape, and in doing so, he had purchased the use of her body for the next month. It was a simple business transaction, the same as prostitutes do every day all over the world. The only difference was that cash was not the medium of exchange. Now the time had come to share his bed. It was time to pay up, to play prostitute.
She took a deep breath. Two-Face had raped her. Now, she had go to Jerry and lie down on her back and spread her legs, just the same as any other whore.
If what he said had been true, she would have and teach him about sex. Her body would be her medium of instruction. He would learn about sex . . . by having sex with her.
She liberally applied more olive oil to her vagina. Her breasts and vaginal area were still sore from the abuse they had received from Two-Face. But no one cared about how she felt! Jerry didn't care. Even though she had lubricated herself before Jerry's first insertion, he had tried to force his way into her long before she was ready, and it had hurt! The presence of his semen would provide some lubrication, and hopefully the oil would also help. But in all honesty, even though Jerry had hurt when he entered her, it hadn't been anywhere near as painful as the abuse she'd received from Two-Face.
Batgirl adjusted her cowl and put on the long white terry cloth bathrobe. She still had no underwear. Cinching the belt around her waist, she also tied the ribbon holding the robe closed at the neck: mystery always increases the anticipation, ergo Jerry's ultimate pleasure. It was time. She had to go to Jerry's bed and spread her legs.
She took a deep breath, picked up a towel, and opened the door.
Chapter 6: Jerry's success.
Batgirl slipped into the bed beside Jerry, carefully keeping the robe wrapped in place. He, of course, was waiting for her and immediately slipped an arm around her shoulder.
"I guess I got carried away!" he apologized.
Batgirl nodded. "You kinda left me behind. And a woman wants to be included, to participate and enjoy it, too!"
"You mean a woman can enjoy it, too?" Jerry was wide-eyed with disbelief.
"Of course! If you give her a chance and work with her!"
Batgirl took great effort to explain that a woman wants to be satisfied and urged him to be gentle and tender. After her explanation, to his credit, he tried, but he was still pretty rough as he unwrapped her, mounted and entered her. As soon as he grew confident that he wouldn't repeat his abortive performance of a few minutes before, he began listening to her suggestions. He moved gently and slowly, ultimately reaching his full depths inside of her before he started pumping. This time, it took a little while before he poured his seed into her. Batgirl's natural lubrication made this considerably easier on her and where as she didn't really enjoy the experience, at least she wasn't cringing beneath him.
Lying side by side, Batgirl sensed that Jerry was nervous again. She asked him about it.
"Uhhh . . . .we agreed that . . . you would spend . . . a month with me, teaching me."
Batgirl nodded.
"We'll be smuggling you out of here in a few days," Jerry noted. "What about the rest of the month you promised me?"
Batgirl gave Jerry a phone number and a code that would eventually get a message to her once she was free. Then she would arrange for a place to meet and continue Jerry's 'education'. And she promised again that she would complete her obligation to him.
Both were tired, Jerry from his long day facing Two-Face, followed by the euphoria of fucking Batgirl, and Batgirl from the accumulated tension and abuse of the past several weeks. Jerry dozed off and Batgirl turned her back to him, loosely wrapping the robe around her and closed her eyes, falling almost immediately into the deep pit of sleep.
Chapter 7: A touch in the night.
Waking from a fairly sound sleep, Batgirl tensed. She felt a touch in the middle of her back. It was a gentle touch, barely there, but she felt it through the bathrobe. His bathrobe! Not moving, she quickly realized what was happening: Jerry was reaching out in the night and touching her back . . . *because he wanted her *. This was something she hadn't experienced since college. It was the gesture of a lover! It was sweet! It was romantic! It excited her!
She could pretend she was still asleep and ignore the touch. Or she could pull away, refusing the unspoken request.
But the gentle touch surprised her, eliciting memories and feelings she hadn't felt in years. Not since her first real lover in college. It brought back pleasant feelings and memories.
Closing her eyes, Batgirl permitted a fantasy to form in her mind, a fantasy built on a memory of what had happened so long ago. She rolled on her back, pushing down the sheet, recreating the experience from her memories. Like that night so many years ago, an awkward hand caressed her breasts. The mental image of the college dorm coalesced in her mind.
A hand slipped inside the bathrobe, gently exploring her breast. She pulled on the sash releasing the knot on the bathrobe belt, and his hands slid downward, finding her pubis. Excitement rushed through her as her fantasy grew. She felt his hard manhood pressing against her hip and knew that he was ready, so she pulled her love onto her.
He was gentle and loving, kissing her brow and ear as unhurriedly he entered her rapidly heating womanhood, both of them savoring every moment. He slipped into her gently, starting a slow, pumping motion that took him into her fully. Batgirl held him close with one arm around his neck while her other hand held his buttocks urging him onward. Batgirl felt herself lubricating as he slipped his arms under her shoulders, pulling her breasts against his chest and she grabbed his buttocks, pulling him into her as deeply as possible.
It was slow and loving. She hadn't cum when she was with her college lover: she had been less experienced then she hadn't known enough about her own body to make it happen. But she was more experienced now and she moved to help him stimulate her - - - and they both sped up, breathing faster. It wasn't a wild coupling, but rather the feeling of two lovers making slow, dreamy love, each expressing their love for each other. Batgirl felt him growing larger and moving faster inside of her. She joined in with joy, fully knowing she could climax with him. Dreamily, she orgasmed just moments after he did! And it was Jerry's hoarse grunts that pulled her out of her reverie.
She wasn't back in the dorm with her boyfriend: she was still in Two-Face's compound and she was fucking Jerry in order to buy her freedom!
She lifted her hips and let her orgasm roll to its natural conclusion, even though, with Jerry, the thrill was no longer there. Her body didn't care, and there was no point in wasting a beautiful orgasm, so she let it go, enjoying it.
Jerry relaxed on top of her. As his body recovered, he whispered in her ear. "Is that more like making love?" he asked, shattering the remains of her illusion and bringing her solidly back to reality. She felt the final spasms of his penis, knowing that she didn't even have the protection of a condom like she had had years ago, knowing the Jerry's sperm was inside her, entering her womb, swimming to her tubes, looking for an egg to fertilize. It was a thought that might be joyful with a husband or maybe a lover. But not while she was a prisoner in Two-Face's compound. These thoughts hadn't occurred to her when she was in college. Then her only thoughts were that she was in love!
Jerry woke her two more times that night. There were no more pleasant fantasies for Batgirl; she simply rolled on her back, opened to him, and rocked her hips into him until he came. Then she slept until he awoke her again.
When morning came, Jerry got up for a brief breakfast. Since Batgirl was too tired to get up, Jerry returned for a quickie. At Batgirl's suggestion, he showered before going to work - - - it wouldn't do for Two-Face to smell the odor of sex on Jerry.
In the days that followed, Jerry became less compulsive! He knew that Batgirl's pussy was there waiting for him so he eased off his pace and spent time talking with her. She coached him and he was almost becoming an acceptable bed-mate. It became easy (externally at least) to respond to his advances. They had sex several times each day, and it was almost growing into a honeymoon relationship. Whenever Jerry wanted sex, he found a willing and what seemed like an eager partner. His confidence was growing and his skills were improving all the time. Jerry was learning how to bring her to a climax. And Batgirl relaxed and began to enjoy every orgasm.
Indeed, Jerry was living in seventh heaven! He was learning how to satisfy a woman. And he was being more than satisfied himself. In fact, he was being satisfied beyond his wildest dreams!
Batgirl, aware that part of her task was to teach Jerry about women and lovemaking as well as simply sex, continued reiterating the concept of wooing a potential partner, coaxing her until she wanted to join him in bed.
In a way, Batgirl found it pleasant not to have to worry about having to maintain per dual persona and not having to avoid romantic (or at least sexual) contact for fear of being interrupted and having to put her secret identity at risk. Locked in this cottage, Batgirl was temporarily freed from the responsibilities and distractions of the outside world, Batgirl was able to relax and simply take advantage of the relationship. While she was here, sex would be part of her life. And if she put aside her aversion for Jerry and the knowledge that she was still a prisoner, she could frankly enjoy the physical act of making love whenever either she or Jerry wanted it. True, she never had to instigate their lovemaking: Jerry was eager to participate in as much sex as he could. The novelty and excitement of having sexual activity was still boiling in his loins. He was insatiable: almost like a teenager. And even though he wasn't very smart, he was sweet, gentle and considerate. His demands on her were always reasonable, and he seemed to care about her. And Batgirl was growing fond of him. She was even beginning to enjoy having sex with him.
She always accepted his overtures. At first, she had accepted him out of duty, but soon it became a pleasure to join him in bed. He was learning how to be a very good lover and he really was concerned about her. For her, it was obviously 'casual sex', a concept she hadn't really understood before, but the description seemed to fit. However, Batgirl began to become concerned that Jerry might be falling in love with her. A person frequently developed a crush on his first sexual partner, especially if it involved an ongoing relationship. And it would be easy for him to mistake this infatuation for love. Thus, Batgirl found it necessary to find ways of reminding him that their liaison would end in a month.
Batgirl even toyed with matchmaking. She had an acquaintance that might make a good partner for Jerry. The girl wasn't exactly an arm-piece, but then again, neither was Jerry. She had a sweet disposition that would complement Jerry's and if Jerry could find employment outside of Two-Face's influence, they might be able to find happiness together.
Chapter 8: The laundry man.
Thursday was the day she was scheduled to be smuggled out of Two-Face's compound in the laundry truck. When Wednesday morning came, Jerry told her that the laundry driver wanted some of the action. At first, he had flatly refused, not wanting to do something that would anger Two-Face. But when he found out that it was Batgirl that was being smuggled out, he became interested. And when Jerry described that Batgirl was awfully good at sex, the laundry man decided he would take the risk, provided he was adequately compensated. The compensation he wanted was to fuck Batgirl and he wanted her to provide good sex, the way Jerry had described it, not just a quick fuck like he could get at the whore house!
Batgirl was furious! Jerry was pimping her out to his friend, and the feeling of being a whore returned. She tried to justify what she was doing by thinking about the promise she had made Jerry: that she would do anything he asked, anything he wanted. The words of her promise came back to her, haunting her. Jerry had accepted her promise. And now he was asking her to fuck the laundry man. It was payback time all over again. And payback was a bitch!
Finally, she agreed. The laundry man was the necessary link for her escape.
That night, the laundry man came home with Jerry. Batgirl cringed when she saw him! He was dirty, unshaven, unkempt – anything but attractive! He fucked her four times before he left. And when he left, Jerry came in and wanted his usual due. Batgirl had to fuck him twice and was growing awfully tired of having to fake pleasure in bed. Jerry tried for a third time, but fell asleep.
The next morning, Jerry got up for breakfast as usual. Batgirl stayed in bed, half expecting Jerry to come for his morning quickie before he left. Half dozing, she heard him call.
"Batgirl, will you come in here, please!"
It was unusual, so Batgirl pulled on Jerry's work shirt, the one she had used as a night shirt when she could wear a night shirt.
Opening the bedroom door, she first saw Jerry. Then she saw the laundry man. Both were absolutely naked. Well, not quite. Each had a leash attached to his groin. A closer look revealed that these leashes were, in fact, attached to fine wires that circled each man's scrotum. And, to her horror, Two-Face was holding the leashes!
Batgirl's heart sank with a fatalistic thump. Now, it would be back to the rape, abuse and torture, probably picking up where he had left off: He had threatened whips and chains as his next step of escalation. And even worse, both Jerry and the laundry man would have to pay the price for helping her.
Two-face gestured and one of his henchman slipped a ball gag into each man's mouth as Two-Face spoke.
"When you first came here as my guest, I invited you to become my mistress" he said with syrupy sweetness. "I would have been satisfied if you had simply come to my bed and behaved like a mistress. But you refused! I was beginning to think that maybe you never had a boy friend or a lover, therefore your only sexual experience had been rape and you had never experienced good sex with a man. I wondered if you had never had a lover, and therefore didn't know how to act like a lover!" Two-Face paused to survey her up and down before he continued. "And with a body like yours, it would be an unbelievable waste if you had never given yourself to a man and received his love in return!"
Two-Face took a step toward Batgirl, and instinctively, she stepped backward. Two-Face continued. "However, these past few days have proven that you are perfectly capable of demonstrating passion and eagerness, I don't know if it was real or faked. But you've shown that you certainly know how a woman behaves in her lover's bed: that you can demonstrate ardor and zeal in the arms of a man and how to accept fervor and enthusiasm in return – that you know how to please a man and receive pleasure from him!"
"You're making assumptions!" Batgirl protested. "You can't know what took place in this room. You have no way of knowing what happened here. Only Jerry and I were here and you are assuming that sex was involved."
Two-Face's eyes widened as if this was a new revelation to him. "You're right! I wasn't here to witness what happened!" He appeared pensive. "Now, let's see . . ."
He produced a remote control and pressed a button. Immediately a DVD player on the far side of the room sprang to life. And there was the image of Batgirl on her back with the laundry man humping wildly between her legs. Batgirl was moaning and whimpering. "You're so big! You feel so good, stretching me . . . oh . . . .yes . . .!"
"Oops, wrong track!" Two-Face apologized, pressing another button.
The video switched to another scene. Again, a naked Batgirl was on her back, but this time she was actively thrashing beneath an equally naked Jerry. "I'm almost there!" came Batgirl's voice from the screen. "More! Harder! Oh, that's nice! Keep doing that! You're so much better than you were a few days ago! Aaahhhuuuuhhhh! You're getting so good I can't stand it. Yes! More! More! Harder! That's it! I'm . . . . I'm . . . Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii . . . ."
Two-Face froze the image on the screen. Although it wasn't a close-up, it was obvious that Batgirl was in the throws of orgasmic ecstasy!
"All right, now what?" she asked. Batgirl had been caught in the lie!
Two-Face gestured toward the frozen image on the screen. "That is what I want from you!
Batgirl's jaw tightened. "You know that was all a fake! I had to play act with the laundry man to buy transportation away from this place. And Jerry was . . ." Batgirl tried to be sensitive toward Jerry's feelings, even in this dire situation. ". . . Jerry was inexperienced. I had to teach him starting from scratch and I had to boost his ego and self-confidence!"
"If you're so altruistic," Two-Face prodded, "boost my self confidence!"
Two-Face gestured to his scarred face. "What do you think a face like this does to a man's ego?"
"It's not your face that repulses me! It's your evil heart and soul!" Batgirl spat back.
"Then 'play act' with me!"
"Never!" Batgirl responded.
She heard muffled squeals and a glance showed her that Two-Face had tightened the wire around his two captive's private parts!
"Stop!" Batgirl shouted! Two-Face loosened the tension on the two leashes, much to the relief of his two captives. With venom dripping from her voice, she faced Two-Face. "What do you want from me?"
Two-Face gave that grimace that was supposed to be a smile. "When you first arrived, I asked you to be my lover. You refused! I tried to break you, and I was unsuccessful!
"Now, I am offering you a chance to bargain. Once again, I ask you to join me in my bed as my mistress, my lover."
Mistress? Lover? That was a dead issue to Batgirl. She had already refused, and her refusal had caused her weeks of abuse. Why was he bringing that up again? During the past weeks, he had abused and tortured her until she had simply lain on her back, unmoving and unresponsive while he filled her with his seed . . . that was as close as he would ever get to her being his lover!
"You can't expect me to fall in love with you just because you tell me to," Batgirl snapped back. "And you can't expect me to make love convincingly if I am not in love!"
"My dear, you have been making love most convincingly with two stranger these past few days!" Two-Face responded.
"You know that was play acting!" Batgirl retorted. "I was doing whatever I had to to escape from this place!"
"And I am asking for nothing more!" Two-Face interjected. "I simply want your enthusiastic participation in my bed until I tire of you! Just as you gave yourself to these two." Two-Face gestured at his two captives.
'He's negotiating!' Batgirl realized. 'He's negotiating for something he wants! That means he'll have to offer me something I want in return!'
"You know it's impossible," Batgirl tried again, using a different tack. "A woman doesn't respond like that unless she really cares for someone! That's not the reaction of a woman when she's raped!"
"And do you really care for Jerry?" Two-Face asked. "Or for the laundry man?"
Batgirl was digging herself deeper into her hole. "No," she grudgingly admitted. "But I'm growing rather fond of Jerry!"
"But you responded to both of them!" Two-Face gave that grimace that was supposed to be a smile. "Tell me, is Jerry really becoming that much better?"
A wistful look crossed Batgirl's eyes before she suppressed it.
"Yes, he is! He learns quickly and he learns well. And he has a . . . sweet spirit. I'm starting to like him. I don't want him hurt!"
"Then it is within your power to keep him from being hurt. I have only one requirement: You will come to my bed and be my _ lover_ or at least act like a lover!"
"And if I refuse?" Batgirl demanded.
"Then we will take up where we left off a few days ago . . ." Two-Face hesitated and gave a short tug on the leashes leading to the genitals of his two captives, eliciting an immediate squeal from each man, ". . . after I have prepared a necklace for you consisting of four balls on a string!"
Batgirl stared in horror! If she refused Two-Face, there was no doubt in her mind that he would emasculate these two innocent men . . . well . . . they weren't exactly innocent, but their only crime had been to have sex with her.
"If I accept your terms, if I agree to lie on my back and spread my legs and not resist you, will you release them unharmed?" she asked.
"Not quite," Two-Face corrected. "You will fuck me and suck me . . . you will make love with me because you want to. You will give me your absolute cooperation, your unrestrained and enthusiastic participation in my bed for as long as I want.
"After a reasonable period of time, if you have convinced me that you are living up to your end of our agreement, they will be permitted to return, intact, to their normal duties. I have no desire to injure them unnecessarily."
Batgirl would resist until death on her own behalf. But she couldn't face the shame of causing the emasculation of two men, even though they had blackmailed her for sex. Her confidence was crumbling. Her resolve was ebbing away. To protect the two men who had tried to save her, she would have to put her will power on the shelf. She would have to play the whore (a role she should be growing accustomed to, she reflected sardonically) by submitting her body to whatever Two-Face wished.
For the first time since Two-Face had captured her, she felt she had no choice. She was defeated! Cynically, she decided that Two-Face had just concluded his foreplay! She would have to put her pussy to work. She would do whatever he wanted! She couldn't imagine the limits of the degradation to which he would take her. But she would be committed to him. Or at least to act like she was committed to him!
Slowly, reluctantly, she nodded and stepped toward Two-Face. She reached out for the leashes, but Two-Face shook his head and said, "I need more than a nod of the head to prove your good faith." Batgirl nodded again and dropped her eyes downward as she lifted her hands to unbutton Jerry's work shirt, her nightshirt. When final button loosened, the shirt gapped open. She took Two-Face's free hand and lifted it, sliding it inside the shirt and placing it over her breast. She cringed slightly as his hand squeezed gently and grasped her nipple. Then she raised her eyes to his and slowly, but purposefully took the leashes from his hand. Once she had them, she backed away and knelt before the two captives and carefully removed the fine wire that encircled each man's scrotum. There was an audible sigh of relief from each man as the threat to his privates was removed.
When Batgirl had completed this mission, she stood and faced the scarred criminal, and slipped the shirt from her shoulders. It fell to the floor with a slight swish. The defeated crimefighter stood naked and defenseless before her archenemy, yielding to him!
With downcast eyes, she held out a hand. When Two-Face took it, she whispered, "Shall we go to the other room?"
The end (probably)
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