WARNING: The contents of this story contain material of a sexual nature, including graphic descriptions of bondage and non-consensual sex. If you find such material offensive or are under 18, read no further.
This story is for entertainment purposes; it should not be traded in any way shape or form for profit. I write this for my pleasure and yours only. Comments, ideas, and suggestions are always welcome by the author, who is not a professional writer.
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(I)
Barbara Gordon sped home from another day as the head librarian at the Gotham City Library. Despite the bookish nature of the job, she had always enjoyed the freedom and access it provided her, both in her present role as wife and mother, and in her former role as the female caped crusader, Batgirl.
As she drove along, she flipped through her purse, laughed to herself and removed a cigarette. As she lit it, she thought of the guilty pleasure she was now enjoying. 23-years earlier it wouldn’t have been possible, but since she had hung up the cape and cowl of the Dark Knight Damsel for good, she'd decided she had delayed life’s pleasures long enough. Her husband disapproved of her smoking, but she only did it occasionally after a hard day, she reasoned to herself, inhaling another cloud of smoke.
Yes, a lot of things had changed.
Barbara had finally met someone she loved, and rather than risking his life, or losing her own on some dark night in an alley, she'd packed away her Batgirl costume, wrote a letter to the local paper about how Batgirl found it necessary to retire for health reasons, and gave it up. She had never confessed her former life to her husband, fearing he might someday let it slip; and she never wanted to endanger her family. She had even waited to start her family until she was in her mid-40s. Now at 47, life was good.
She opened the door to find her husband, Gary already home. "Hi, honey, how was your day?" she said cheerily.
"Fine, you know the usual. Lots of X-rays to read and the doctors kept the patients coming one right after another. Other than that, nothing much to say. Oh, by the way, Mrs. Wolcott will drop Christa off in a few minutes. She called and said to tell you for a two-year old she's really staring to learn her colors."
She inherited my looks and her father's brains, Barbara thought as she began to prepare dinner.
Ten miles from Barbara and Gary's home, in a rundown office, Garth Stone, one of Gotham's most notorious criminals sat in front of a massive computer. Stone, who had been released from jail a year earlier, spent every waking moment at the computer trying to track Batgirl. She had put him on ice 25 years earlier for a heist at the Gotham Museum and he had sworn revenge on the Dark Angel for her laughing at him as the police carted him away.
Garth had invested thousand of dollars for the most up-to-date computers and software programs. He knew Batgirl’s Achilles heel was her secret identity. Peel it away and he had a trump card. Unfortunately for him, Batgirl had retired, so luring her to some deserted street, as so many had tried, wouldn’t work. So, he had collected every known picture of Batgirl from every known angle and he was attempted to try and determine what she might look like under her mask. If he could use every known scrap of information about who she was, how much money she might have and where she might have operated from, he would then get closer to narrowing down his list of several thousand women who were prime candidates.
He had narrowed his list to a mile-square block area of Gotham where Batgirl had operated most. He had already noticed there was a distinct absence of Batgirl activity in one area. "Nice job, Batgirl," he said under his breath as he sat at his computer late one night, "but I think the real reason there’s so little activity here is because you didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that’s where you lived." It would make sense, he reasoned, since on the computer chart, the area stood out as one of the very few areas where Batgirl had seldom been seen.
Now, taking the women who lived there from census and state driver's license data he had hacked into (he figured she was single, in her early to mid-20s and middle income), he fed pictures of the women he had managed to steal from the state’s Driver’s and License Bureau into his supercomputer. He enhanced the photos from the nose down, narrowing the list down on a half million fields that would have to match closely.
"Come on, come on, dammit," he said impatiently, as the special program compared the angles and lines of Batgirl's known face with those of his scanned-in photos.
"What a shame I'm wasting time on someone who isn't even around anymore," he said to himself. "Hell, she may even have died of cancer or something." But the lure of revenge on Batgirl fueled his hate, which had kept him at his computer almost 18-hours a day for the past year.
Just then, the computer beeped, noting a very close match.
"Hmmmm…let's see. Barbara Gordon, aged 24, in good shape. Says she had no known boyfriends and kept to herself. Oh…oh my…daughter of the police commissioner. BINGO!!! Brown hair, not red. Same height though," he pondered. "No one else is even close."
Garth spent the next week watching Barbara Gordon, her husband and two-year-old daughter. Although Gordon had moved several blocks uptown, she wasn’t hard to find. While both were at work, he slipped in, defeated the alarm system, and placed bugs throughout the house, hoping to find out the piece of information that would lead him to Batgirl.
After a week of listening, he hadn't even heard the name of Batgirl whispered, but he was more convinced than ever that Barbara Gordon and Batgirl were one and the same. He was starting to become frustrated, when he hit upon another plan.
The next day he sat down in front of his computers. He had just returned from a shopping trip to several TV news monitoring businesses. His only request--clips of Batgirl. He had come up with just two, quick clips before she faded into the night, but the few words spoken might just be the ticket, he thought.
Slowly, over the next few days, he matched tapes of Barbara’s voice from the bugs with Batgirl’s, running them through several voice analyzers.
"No chance, no chance," he gasped as he looked at the printouts of the voices. "They're one and the same!!!"
She's just got to be the one, he thought. It made sense. Batgirl had retired about the same time Gordon had gotten married.
Garth slipped into the house again, this time for a more detailed look with a radar device capable of revealing hidden compartments. If she was Batgirl, she must still have some of her stuff hidden somewhere or packed away where her husband couldn't find it. That would explain why there were no references. Either that, or I'm wasting my time, he thought.
After an hour of searching, Garth was getting edgy. Gordon or her husband would be home soon and the last thing he wanted as a confrontation, yet. Suddenly, his radar device began to beep, suggesting that the wall behind the infant's closet wasn't solid.
"Hmmm…what do we have here," he said, gently knocking on the wall. "It's some type of compartment." With that he gave a gentle shove and the wall moved on a hinge to reveal a smaller closet behind the first one.
As Garth walked into the small room, he whistled. "Wow!" There before him were all kinds of weapons, smoke bombs, and of course, hanging up, several Batgirl outfits with red wigs. "Houston, we have contact," he laughed to himself.
Two weeks later, Barbara and Gary hurried to get ready for the hospital's annual ball.
"Come on, honey," Gary prodded. "Let's go, the limo will be here in five minutes. We can't afford to be late."
"I'm just about ready," said Barbara as she walked out into her husband's arms. She knew she still looked good. Although her jowls had begun to sag some, a close cut dress showed off her ample size 36D-cup breasts and figure that she kept in shape with frequent workouts. "Let me get my purse and we're off," she said as the limo pulled into the driveway.
"Mrs. Wolcott, we'll be home late, take care of Christa and make sure she gets to bed early," she shouted as the pair walked out to the limo.
Ten minutes later, as they approached downtown, Barbara suddenly felt tired.
"Boy, this child stuff really takes it out of me," she said to her husband, who was also asleep. Hmmm, we both really could use more rest, she thought as she put her head down on his shoulder and passed out from the gas that was now pouring into the back of the limo.
Garth grinned as he looked in the rear-view mirror. He quickly did a U-turn and sped back to the house. He could see Mrs. Wolcott looking out the window as he drove up the driveway and walked quickly up to the front door.
"Yes, what is it?" Mrs. Wolcott said as she opened the door, recognizing him and the limo.
"Well ma'am, my passengers forgot one thing, the baby," Garth replied as he pulled out a gun with a silencer and shot Mrs. Wolcott through the forehead. After she slumped to the floor, he pulled her body inside and threw it in the freezer. "There, that ought to keep you for awhile."
He ran upstairs and snatched the sleeping baby. The girl hardly woke up as Garth carried her to the car and put her on the seat next to him. Then he went around, got into the back of the limo, and stared at the sleeping body of Barbara Gordon. Her chest rose up and down as she breathed.
"Ah, my princess," he said as he kissed the "V" of her chest. "You're mine, Batgirl, all mine," he said, his hard on practically bursting out of his pants as he gazed at the sleeping woman. "What would all the criminals in Gotham have given for this opportunity," he giggled. "Not only are you at my mercy, but so is your family."
Wanting to be cautious, he opened Barbara’s purse and spilled out its contents. It was filled with the usual. Lipstick, wallet, some money, and a lighter and cigarettes. Barbara and her husband were still out as he climbed back into the driver's seat and sped off to the house, deep in the woods north of Gotham, that he had prepared just for this.
Barbara awoke to find herself with something very tight on. Her head pounded and she was very groggy. She was conscious enough to realize she also had on some type of mask. However, it was too dark to see much, and anyhow, she couldn't move her head, since it was being held down at the forehead by some type of band. To her horror, she soon realized a nearby TV monitor was focused on her daughter and husband, both of whom appeared to be sleeping.
Suddenly, a door opened in back of her and someone walked in as it shut. She was briefly again in darkness, but then a bright light went on directly in front of her, blinding her.
"Barbara Gordon, you are guilty of crimes against humanity. For this you and your family shall be punished severely."
Barbara felt a drip of sweat break out on her forehead. Whoever this guy was, he wasn't kidding. "What have you done to my husband and daughter…and Mrs. Wolcott? Why are you holding us here, what have we done?"
"Well, Mrs. Wolcott is dead, shot once through the head, I'm afraid. As for the other two, watch," said Garth into Barbara's ear.
As she gazed at the monitor, a pair of men entered the room where her husband and baby lay sleeping. The men roughed Gary up until he began to come to, then proceeded to beat him to a pulp, leaving him a bleeding twisted mess, sprawled on the floor.
"What do you want?" gasped Barbara as she began to panic. This was some madman who had kidnapped them. She thought to herself, If only I could be Batgirl one more time. But, in an instant, she knew she was out of shape. "I'll do anything, just tell me what you want. We don't have much money, but I could get more, just tell me."
Just then, from out of nowhere, a fist slammed into Barbara's stomach.
"Uhhmmppphh…oohh…" was all she could moan.
"You were once known as Batgirl, were you not, Miss Gordon," sneered Garth.
"I-I…No, she gasped, taking loud breaths, fighting to get her wind back. "What are you talking about?"
"Men," shouted Garth into a nearby monitor, "kill the child!"
"NO! My God… YES, I was once Batgirl. I retired when I got married. Look, I'll…I’ll do anything, please…just don't hurt my girl or husband again, please," Barbara begged.
As Garth turned up the lights, he held up a large mirror to Barbara. She gasped, because staring back at her was Batgirl. My God, somehow this guy's figured out I was Batgirl, she thought as the panic began and the bile rose up in her stomach.
Just then, Garth produced a long knife and approached Batgirl.
"No, please…" she screamed, and began to cry silently, a tear trailing down her face.
But it was too late. Garth began to cut the costume off Batgirl, from her neck to her boots until she stood there, naked, her breasts popping out of what was left of her suit, and her vagina, its brown, well manicured bush in all its glory, exposed.
"You said you'll do anything, Batgirl. Does that include sex with me?" Garth grinned.
"Yes," answered a dejected and humiliated Batgirl. "If that's what it takes to save the life of my daughter and husband, so be it."
Garth leaned down and began to play with her breasts, rubbing each one, then cupping one in his mouth as he began to suck on her nipple. "Hmmmm…this tastes good. So, you’re breast feeding, eehhh," he said, sucking the milk from her breasts.
Although she was scared and humiliated, Barbara had always found something erotic in the thought of being tied up as a criminal licked her pussy or sucked her bosums. Her nipples, despite her best efforts, began to harden as her enemy stimulated them, expertly using his tongue on her, sucking all the milk she could offer.
"Hmmmmmm." She gasped when a moan escaped her lips and she swore silently at herself for getting turned on by this criminal.
Garth’s trailed off, licking her stomach and playing with his tongue inside her belly button, then continued licking until he reached the edge of her brown pubic hair.
"I must say, you had me fooled for awhile, dear. A red wig. Really. That was a great move." He gently swished her clitoris for the first time.
Barbara felt a chill and a rush. She and Gary hadn’t had sex for a couple of weeks and she was already horny. She could feel her clitoris begin to come to life, growing steadily harder as he brushed his tongue against it, time and time again.
"Oh…oooohhhhhh," moaned Barbara. Can't lose control, must keep some control of the situation and we'll never escape and… Her thoughts became harder to process as her pussy took a relentless tongue job from Garth.
"Hmmmmmm…yes, you taste so good."
Barbara hated herself for actually starting to enjoy sex with this manic, but she couldn't help it. She was bound, in her Batgirl costume, something which had always been a sort of fantasy of hers, and it did feel so damned good.
"Ahhhhh…ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, twisting in her restraints and beginning to approach climax.
Suddenly, Garth stopped. "Enough for now, Batgirl. Now for the main course," he said, unfastening her restraints and flicking a switch. A false wall fell away, revealing a large bed. "Try anything and your family is shot immediately. Please me, and you and they remain alive. Fail to please me or piss me off, and you’ll watch them die, which is why I decided to do without restraints. Don’t you think it will be so much more pleasurable?" He laughed as he gestured for her to get into the bed.
She was naked, except for her cape and cowl. As Garth jumped in, he instructed her to remove her cape, but keep the mask on. "I want to make love to Batgirl," he said as the pair lay down on the king size bed. "Let's try this on for size," he said removing his pants and putting his cock near her mouth. "Time for you to please me. And don’t try anything or remember, your family will pay the consequences."
She reluctantly crawled up onto his legs and opened her mouth, taking his rock hard penis into her cavity. He began to push, back and forth as she sucked. She knew all their lives depended on keeping this madman happy; she rolled her tongue over and under his penis. Garth slammed her so violently she almost passed out from lack of air, as she moved her head up and down on his dick. He placed his hands on her mask as she felt him grow harder and harder, rocking faster and faster, slapping the back of her throat until she felt his spasm and the warm salty taste of cum in her mouth.
"That’s it, my dear Batgirl. Suck…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." He moaned as he came again into her mouth. Finally he stopped his pushing and pulled his semi-hard dick out of her mouth; she knelt before him, shaking and sick.
In all her years as Batgirl, she had never been treated like this. Captured a few times, and even undressed, but her secret identity was never exposed nor was she raped. She knew their only hope of survival was her getting free. But she was without her utility belt and her husband and child were in another room.
She lay on the bed, next to him, dreading, but knowing what must come next.
Garth began to kiss her on the mouth, very gently as he began to rub her clitoris again. As he kissed her, he put his finger inside of her, rubbing her clit with his other finger. Batgirl found him hard to resist as her clitoris again began to swell up.
"Ummmmmmm."
"I want to make love to you, Batgirl," he whispered as he rolled over onto her and moved his penis to her nether lips.
"NO…please…please…not this way…" Barbara begged, but she knew it was to no avail. In fact, turned on as much as she was, in the back of her mind she hoped he might ravage her.
He took her head between his hands and kissed her, as she felt his penis begin to slide into her.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she gasped. It was a huge penis that worked its way up inside of her, filling her walls and pushing towards her womb. "PPPLLLLeeeaaaaasssseeee," she begged. "It hurts…can't…can't take…"
Garth began to slowly rock back and forth inside of her. Despite her willpower, Barbara felt the orgasm rise within her as she felt his penis penetrating her, and his tongue playing with hers. She was helpless to fight the pulsating thing deep inside of her and she began to buck her hips, back and forth. After several minutes, she knew resistance was futile.
"It…ooohhhh…geeeezzzz…ohhhhhhhhhh…GGGGOOOOOODDDDDD…UMMMMMPPPPHHHHH," she screamed in a frenzy as the climax struck her like lightining. "OOOHHHH…"
Breathing heavily, she relaxed just as fast, but could feel another one building.
"What…do…you…UUUMMMMMHHHHHHHHH," she cried, as another orgasm washed over her like a wave of pleasure.
Suddenly, as Batgirl was screaming and bucking, she felt something shoot into her.
"Ahhhhhhhh…GOOOOODDDDDDD YYYEESSSSSSSSSSS," Garth screamed as he gripped her ass with both hands and slammed his penis against her pelvis violently.
In her frenzy, she lifted her legs up over his back and surrounded him with her thighs, pulling him tight and milking him as she felt him release inside of her again and again.
"Gaaaaaa…ummmmpphhhhhhhhhh," she groaned as yet another orgasm thundered through her and she joined in his rhythm.
Just then, Garth reached up and removed her wig and mask. Now, Barbara was just another woman, stripped of dignity, her clothes, and powerless to stop this madman.
"Wha…what…what…do…you want," she cried as she lay there, spent and wasted.
"Simple, I want your unconditional surrender. For the life of your daughter and husband, I want you to do as I command. Or they die. It's that simple really. I hold the aces, you have no cards.
"You're mad," Batgirl spit.
"Come on…come on…" he said, continuing to ram her and leaning down to suck her breasts. He slammed her harder and harder, faster and faster, licking her breasts and neck, until even Barbara felt she might climax again.
Suddenly Garth seized.
"Yes…that's…uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…yess…" he grunted, as Barbara felt his cock spew forth its semen inside of her womb. "Uhhhhhhhh. Jesus this feels so good. Now tighten on me, Batbitch," he commanded. Barbara complied and milked him some more.
The pair continued to vent their lust for an hour, before Garth rolled off the weakened Batgirl, her body soaked with sweat, her brown pubic hair matted with his cum. Barbara felt more naked than ever, as it was she, and not Batgirl, who really lay on the bed.
"Here," said Garth as he leaned over, pulled something off the nightstand next to the bed, and handed her a cigarette. "I can’t believe Batgirl smokes, but have one."
She took the cigarette from him and he lit it. "Actually, I never smoked while I was Batgirl. Had to keep up my training. But once I retired, I figured I could loosen up and live a little, you know," she said, taking a deep drag on her cigarette and trying to think how she would get herself, her child and her husband free from Garth. Although she had to admit, at the moment, she was feeling pretty good.
"I'll leave you alone for a few hours, Batgirl. But, I will return!" said Garth rising from the bed.
"What…what about my daughter? My husband!!!!" shouted Barbara after him, but he ignored her, shutting the door and bolting it.
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(II)
Barbara looked around the room in a panic. She had to free her husband and daughter from this madman who had somehow discovered her true identity. She knew resisting his demands would lead to her family's death, but she also knew that she was the only one who could get them out of this mess, even if meant her own life. Babs was also concerned for another reason. Although she was older, she and her husband had been trying to have another baby, and accordingly, she was taking no birth control measures.
"My God…if that animal got me pregnant," Barbara muttered, shaking her head and trying not to think of the possibilities as she wiped some of Garth's semen, which had begun to ooze out of her, away from her still soaking wet pubic hair.
She sat on the bed and put on the other Batgirl suit Garth had brought from her house, since he had cut up the first one beyond repair. It was a little tight (she'd put on some weight over the years), but otherwise fit almost perfectly. The symbol of the bat stretched across Barbara's ample size 36D chest. She pulled on her boots and gloves, then the wig and cowl, helping complete the transformation. When she pulled the mask down, covering her face, she could feel the power and excitement surge through her as she stood for a moment, collecting her thoughts. Then, Batgirl began to search the room. There was a bed, a table, and of course, the manacles, plus a toilet in one corner.
Garth Stone sat in his room, pondering his next move. He hated Batgirl with a passion. His life, gone since she had put him in jail for being the driver in a bank heist during which a guard had been killed, could only be redeemed by making her own life miserable.
Batgirl had arrived just after the shooting, and had quickly overcome the three men inside the deserted bank that night. Then she had opened his car door and subdued him. He was almost sickened by the thought of how easily she had gotten the drop on him. Garth had been told the bank would be deserted, or else he would never have agreed to the plan. One of the men inside had plea-bargained, and Garth had been blamed for the killing. Batgirl, unable to testify because of her secret identity, had been unable to tell the cops that he had been outside, nowhere near the actual killing, and he had drawn a life term.
"I'll even the score with this bitch, now," he muttered, as he watched a pair of TV monitors, one showing Barbara's husband and the other her daughter. "It'd be too easy to simply fuck you and kill you, Batgirl. First, you'll suffer while I punish your family. Unable to do anything to help but forced to watch."
He grinned as he exited the room.
The next morning, Garth entered Barbara's room. She was sitting on the bed, still dressed in her Batgirl costume, sans mask, her short brown hair just dropping to her shoulders. Her sizable breasts, although sagging more than in the old days, still presented two formidable globes which made the yellow outline of the Bat stand out against her costume. Her face was slightly freckled, and the crow's feet were readily apparent. While she was still in good shape, her jowls sagged just a bit, revealing her 47 years.
"Good morning, Batgirl, or should I say Barbara?" said Garth, as he entered quickly. The door locked behind him. "How are we this morning?" he grinned.
"I'm fine. I'd be a lot better if we could make some kind of deal. How about you let my husband and daughter go, in exchange for me? I'll be your sex slave, wife, whatever, but you let my family go? Do we have a deal?" asked Barbara, desperately hoping to hear him agree.
"No deals, Batgirl. You're in no position to bargain for anything but mercy. In fact, when I'm finished with you… Well, you just see what happens," hissed Garth.
Barbara felt a chill come over her, knowing her time was running out with this madman, and she had to make a move soon, or they would all be dead. Before she could say anything though, the TV monitors came to life, showing her husband and daughter.
Her husband was naked, tied to a table similar to the one in her room, with a mask covering his face. While she watched and listened, two men entered the room. As she watched in horror, Barbara saw them take out what appeared to be a cattle prod, and begin sticking her husband with tiny jolts of electricity. He began to scream and squirm as jolt after jolt began to surge through him.
"Please…please…dear God, I'm begging you. Don't hurt him anymore," she pleaded. "What is it you want from me? I'll do anything…please…it's me you want…don't…" Her words were lost in a chorus of sobs, while in the background, her husband continued to scream.
"WATCH, Batgirl," Garth commanded. "Watch him suffer. Each time he's struck by a jolt, a slightly larger charge is added. Soon he'll be electrocuted to death," he laughed.
Barbara put her hands up to Garth. "Please…please…anything…just stop this. He's a good man…" But her pleading was ignored. The screams continued to pour out of the monitor for several more minutes, until they suddenly stopped.
"Now, Batgirl, I want you to make love to me like your daughter's life depended on it. Actually it does, so wipe away your tears for this command performance, dear," he said as he kissed her.
Barbara felt like someone had stabbed her. She didn't know if her husband was dead, or just unconscious, but she did know that, for the moment, she was at the mercy of this madman. The pair collapsed onto the bed and she stripped out of her Batgirl costume.
"Oh…God…" she whimpered, feeling Garth ram his massive penis into her still-dry vagina. As he began kissing her neck, she quickly took his cock in her hand and helped guide it into her. Barbara wrapped her legs around him and on top of his back, as she felt his entire penis gradually disappear inside her.
His hand began to work her clitoris, gently stroking it as she tightened around his cock while the pair rocked back and forth. Although she hated this man and what he was doing, she was unable to resist the stimulation to her clit. After all, she had to make this good, or he would take out his frustration on her daughter. And who knew what that meant?
"ARGGGHHH…arrrrggghhhhhhhh…" she moaned, feeling herself begin to lubricate and come alive inside. Garth's cock was so massive that she couldn't help but be impressed by its size as it swelled inside of her, filling her.
"Ahhhhhh…ummmpphhhhhhhhhhhh," she continued, placing her arms around Garth and beginning to deep kiss him.
"Barbara…Barbara…" Garth repeated, as he moved his mouth and tongue down to her breasts and began to suck them, while pushing harder and harder inside of her. Barbara could hardly contain herself as she felt her milk draining out, and her clitoris swelling as it rubbed against his cock.
"AHHHHHH…UGGGHHHHH…UGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…" Barbara yelled, exploding in a deep, massive orgasm that caused her entire vagina to convulse. "GAAAAAA…UUUUGGHHHHHHHHHHHH," she screamed, unable to control the throbbing of her clitoris. A shudder convulsed her entire body as she felt her milk being drained at the same time her nether lips seized from her massive orgasm, gripping Garth's cock tightly.
The pair made love for several hours. Both came several times as Garth pounded her head into the wall, then changed positions and entered her vagina from the rear, laying on top of her ass, while sucking her neck. Whispering into her ear, he pulled her up and then over, so she lay spread-eagled on top of him, both of their faces toward the ceiling, she on top as he ravaged her, pumping semen into her womb, one time after another.
Even she had to admit he was a sexual superman. Although she was 47, Barbara was still quite fertile, and was desperately afraid this monster would impregnate her.
When they finally finished, and the pair lay on her bed, she leaned over, took out a cigarette, and lit it, inhaling its smoke deeply, trying to regain some of her energy. Two other men entered the room.
"What's this?" she asked nervously, exhaling a cloud of smoke, then quickly inhaling a long drag.
"The encore, my dear. I could hardly have all the fun with the former Dark Angel, now could I? My men simply wouldn't hear of it. I hope you will treat them with the same loving, caring and compassion you've treated me, Barbara," he laughed, rising from the bed as the men began stripping off their clothes.
A tear went down her face as she realized she was about to be raped again, this time in a gang-bang. It was useless, even dangerous, to resist. One of the men grabbed her, and pulled her body to the side of the bed, so that her pussy was near the side. He began to gently touch her light brown pubic hair with his dick, which was quickly filling with blood. The second man commanded her to lie down and open her mouth.
"I've never made love to a superheroine before," he said in her ear, as he brought his penis to her lips.
"ARRRHHHH," she managed to scream, before the large cock was shoved into her mouth. Even as Barbara fought for breath, she gagged as she screamed again from the brutal way her labia were parted by the dick now ramming its way up inside of her.
Tears began to stream down her face, her worst fears realized as the two thugs began to pound her with their pelvises. She knew her family's lives once again rested on her shoulders as she submitted and began to suck the thug's penis in her mouth. She rubbed it with her tongue, while clamping down hard on the gigantic cock thrusting her hips up and down.
"I've never fucked a superheroine before either, much less an old one," the man with his cock in her canal laughed. "You're even better looking without the mask, Batgirl, although I'd prefer the red hair," he taunted. He began to suck the milk from one of her nipples. ""Hmmmmmm, batjuice, is that it?"
"Come on, batslut," the other one commanded. "Suck harder, or I have a feeling your husband will pay for it."
Barbara increased her gyrations and sucking as the pair continued to pound her. Soon, she felt the wet trickle of cum explode inside her mouth, the salty taste prompting her to momentarily gag just as she felt the second one stiffen and ejaculate his semen into her.
She looked at the ceiling. She had never been so powerless, so desperate.
The men traded places and continued their games with her. Hours later, they finished, throwing her exhausted and bruised body to the floor. She lay there for a moment, then began to crawl away. They laughed at the once proud Batgirl, now reduced to crawling because her body was so battered from the hours of rape. Cum seeped out of her anus, her love canal and mouth. Her short brown hair and face were also caked with drying sperm, and there were large hickeys on her nipples where the pair had literally feasted on them for hours.
The two thugs left, and Barbara began to sob uncontrollably. She looked at her body in the mirror. It was covered with dried semen and bruises. Her light brown public hair was matted with dried cum, and the stuff was still oozing from her labia, which literally hung down from underneath her, they had been so abused. She was shaking with rage and fear for her family as she grabbed for a cigarette. Her hand was trembling so much, she had trouble holding the lighter steady, but she finally lit it, and took a huge drag. Babs sat on the edge of the bed, alternately crying and chain smoking for the next couple hours, before passing out on her bed from sheer exhaustion.
She awoke some time later. Her muscles were literally screaming from the abuse she had taken over the past few days. Her body was still caked with dried semen as she rose, and put on the only clothes in the room--her Batgirl outfit. Barbara had a plan, she only prayed it would work, since failure would mean certain death for her family.
She pulled on the mask, hoping for the familiar feeling the costume used to give her when she put it on--a feeling of confidence, superiority. Even she had to admit, though, twenty-five years had passed. While she still worked out twice a week, her body was in nowhere near the tone it once was, and 25 years of smoking, however light, had taken its toll. Still, she WAS Batgirl.
Earlier, she had removed the chain and some steel from the inside of the toilet in her room, and had fashioned a lockpick out of it. Within seconds, Batgirl had picked the lock and opened the door.
The hallway looked like it could have been in a doctor's office or some sort of professional building. She quickly decided her husband and daughter would be held in a locked room or rooms. Unlocked rooms might mean trouble, so she began to systematically try each door in the hallway. After trying a half-dozen, she found a locked one. Again, her makeshift lockpick worked, and she was in the room. Her daughter was in a nursery, and sleeping soundly.
"Crissa, Crissa," she said, shaking her daughter awake.
"Wha…who are you," said the child, still half asleep.
"I'm a friend of your mommy's, honey. Come on, we've got to get your father and go," she said, picking the young girl up and hurrying into the hallway.
Several doors later, she found another locked one. She picked it and entered, discovering her husband chained to the wall. He had been badly beaten.
"Gary, Gary, wake up," she said, as she gently slapped his face.
"Batgirl…Bar…Barbara…? " he said quizzically, looking into the familiar green eyes of his wife under the mask of Batgirl.
"There's no time to explain. We've got to get out of here," she told him, as she picked the locks on the chains holding her husband to the wall.
The three quickly made their way through the hallway, and out a door marked 'exit'. As they stepped into an alley, Batgirl gasped.
Standing there were Garth and the two henchmen who had earlier brutally raped Batgirl.
"Going somewhere, Batgirl? What's the hurry? I'm disappointed in you. You've risked the lives of your husband and little girl with this poorly planned escape of yours," said Garth.
Without hesitating, Batgirl launched a vicious punch into Garth's chest. She knew she had to take out all three quickly, or face certain death. She only prayed her training wouldn't fail her.
She spun around and kicked the first thug, then rotated and punched the next one. As Garth got up, she knocked him in the face hard, and spun around to face the attacker she could hear getting up. A kick and one-two punch to the face, and he went down again. She spun to meet the other thug, who was getting up with a two-by-four in his hand. He swung it, but she dodged and knocked him flat with a high kick, moments before Garth struck her from behind with another two-by four. She gasped and was forced to pause to catch her breath. The other thug smashed her hard in the stomach and she staggered back.
"Quick, Gary run…" she managed to shout, as she grabbed one of the thugs, who was moving to stop her husband. With her attention diverted, the other thug struck her again in the side. She fought to keep her knees from buckling, her fingers loosening on the thug who held her husband.
"I've had enough fun for one night, Batgirl. Enough," shouted Garth. His fists landed several punches to Batgirl's face, and the second thug smashed her ribs with the two-by-four. "This whole escape was planned. I wanted to see if you'd figure out what to do with the toilet components, and you didn't disappoint me," he laughed at her. "But you really are out of shape, Barbara," he continued, kicking her in the groin.
Her husband and child, restrained by the first thug, who was now holding a gun on them, watched in terror as Batgirl crumpled to the pavement.
"Arrrgghhh…got…got…to get up…" she gasped, as she propped herself up on one arm.
She slowly got up as the three thugs approached. She waited until one was close enough, then tried to smash him with her right, only to miss and take a fist herself squarely in the jaw. As she tried to regain her balance, the thugs closed and began to pummel her. Batgirl, at 47, was no match for three well-trained, and young, street fighters. The trio beat her viciously. Each time she would get up slower, and they began to land blows almost at will as Batgirl staggered around the alley like a punch-drunk fighter.
Her husband averted his eyes as he watched his wife take one punch after another. First, one would land a brutal punch to her ribs, then another the head. She began to breathe heavily. It seemed every punch or kick she tried would only hit air and the next moment Batgirl would be hit again and again and again before she could even respond. As she stood there, she knew she was no match for the street punks. Her aging body and smoking had betrayed her, and the once proud Batgirl was now only an old, former superheroine, gasping for breath.
"Batgirl!" shouted Garth, and she wheeled around. As Batgirl stood there, her chest heaving, her arms, barely able to reach her chin, Garth laughed, moved one arm like he was going to strike her. Batgirl tried to cover, and too late realized it was a sucker punch, as he quickly brought his other arm up. She only glimpsed the flash of brass knuckles as he landed a massive blow to her head, and she dropped to the pavement unconscious.
As her husband and child watched in horror, Garth approached the unconscious body of Batgirl, which was sprawled on the pavement. He leaned down and turned her over so she was lying face up, her mouth and nose dripping blood across the side of her face onto the pavement.
"Behold, the great Batgirl, beaten and bloodied by yours truly," Garth gloated, snickering the last of the words. He then pulled the mask from her head, revealing that face to her shocked daughter for the first time.
"Mommy…mommy!" screamed the young girl, as Garth dragged her body back into the complex with the help of his men.
Barbara awoke some time later, chained at her wrists and ankles to the bed, and stripped naked, revealing her black and blue body, still caked with blood in some spots from the cuts which littered her upper torso.
"My God…the bastards…what did they do to me?" she whimpered to herself. Never had she felt so helpless--or old. Her body ached like it had never ached before, even in her prime when she had sometimes been beaten, it hadn't felt this bad.
The door opened and in walked Garth. "Hello, Barbara, how are you feeling? I hope you're up for some play, my Bat toy," he laughed, as he shut the door.
As he began to undress himself, Barbara noticed the monitor in the room flickering on. Her eyes opened wider and wider as she realized what was occurring. Somewhere, in another room, her husband was in a clear container. He was standing in it as quicksand, or something similar, was slowly being poured into the enclosure. She gave a slight gasp as she realized that the picture was a split screen and she was also looking at her daughter in another, similar container, which was also being filled by quicksand.
"Oh…I see you've discovered YOUR entertainment for the time being," said Garth, as he lay down on the bed next to the chained body of Barbara Gordon, and began caressing her nipples.
"What are you doing now, Garth?" asked Barbara, fearing the answer.
"Quite simple really, Batgirl. I'm going to make love to you while you watch your husband die. While you come, he goes. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..." he laughed, as Barbara felt the tip of his penis at her labia.
"Pleasee…plleeeeasseeee…I'll do anything…anything…anything…just don't kill my husband and daughter. Garth…think of it. I'll be all yours. Anything you want. You can…"
Garth held his hand up as he interrupted her. "I already have you. Now I want you to watch your family die while you're helpless to stop it…" he said as he plunged his cock into her all at once.
"Aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee," she gasped from the pain of his dry member being forcibly rammed into her.
"Pleasseeee…Garth…anything, I'll do anything…just leave my family alone. I'm begging you…pleassssseeeeee." Her pleadings ended in a loud sob.
Garth began to suck the milk from Barbara's breasts as he rammed her pelvis against her as hard as he could. He wanted every inch of his cock inside of her while she watched her husband die. He slid his massive member back and forth, drinking her milk. Never in his life had he imagined such power. Batgirl was his! He paused from his thirst to gaze at her face. Her short brown hair had streaks of gray in it, and her chin had begun to sag just a bit, but he had to admit, she was still as fine a female physical specimen as he had ever seen. And he had figured out who she was!!!
Barbara was almost delirious. The enclosure was almost half-full, and there was nothing she could do. As Garth brutally pounded her, she could hear the sound of her husband and daughter yelling. Her mind was ready to snap and surrender as she closed her eyes.
"Uggghhh…Uggggghhhhhhhh…Ugggghhghhhhh," moaned Garth, as he sucked her breasts, his cock filling her as she rocked back and forth. She could feel him ready to cum inside her unprotected (and still fertile) womb as she began to get in sync with him. The duo heaved up and down, higher and higher, until she felt him began to seize in her, his sperm invading her womb as he moaned and squirted his cum deep inside of her.
"AAAAAAAAAIIIEEEEEEEE", screamed Garth, sucking her breasts as he unleashed his cum inside of her. Although limited by her chains, Barbara threw her hips back and up, sending Garth's head into the wall above her, knocking him unconscious, his throbbing penis still inside of her.
Using her body, Barbara pulled his body further up onto her, until the small magnet that she had noticed adorning his neck was inches from her electronic manacles.
"Pleasee…dear God…" she whispered. She could hear her husband begging for his life, as the sand reached his chest. She knew he had almost no time left to live as she wiggled the magnet towards the first manacle, praying her plan would work.
CLICK! She smiled. She knew a magnet, moved among a bundle of wires (like the ones in her manacles) would create a small electric current. Enough, she hoped, to unlock her bindings.
In seconds, she had unlocked the manacles and slipped Garth into them. Then, she slipped on her clothes, which were still in the room, and used Garth's key to escape.
From the monitor, she knew the room was big, and probably underground. She hurried down the hall, searching for a way downstairs.
There…over there, she told herself, spotting what she sought. She opened the door and headed downstairs, praying Garth's men wouldn't be waiting for her. She knew with the beating she had taken, and the lack of sleep, and her age, she was in no shape to fight again. She was gasping for air when she hit the final step and looked around the room.
Barbara peered around the corner and saw Garth's two assistants talking with one another at the foot of a set of stairs that led to a platform and a small opening in the chamber. Although she was hardly in shape, she knew her and her family's lives now depended on her overpowering these two men. If she failed, she knew all of them would die.
Looking around, she spied a stray bolt, picked it up, and pitched it across the room, where it struck the wall with a resounding 'CLUNK'.
"What the hell is that?" asked one of the men, leaving to have a look.
Barbara moved quickly. As the other guard watched his colleague, she ran up behind him, putting her hand over his mouth, while giving a quick karate chop to his neck. He went down without a sound and she pulled the body away from the stairs.
"Hey, John, must have been some stray cat or something. Nothing here," he said, approaching the glass enclosure that held her husband.
Quick, quick… thought Barbara, as she glanced over at her daughter's glass case, which by now was filled with sand up to the child's neck. She could hear her daughter's whimpers, but knew she couldn't do anything just yet.
"John…what???" said the second guard, as Barbara jumped out and kicked him with all her might in the groin.
"HUUUPHHHHHH" groaned the guard as he grabbed his crotch. Barbara moved to kick him again, but this time he was too quick and grabbed her foot, throwing her to the floor. She was already breathing hard, sucking air as she struggled to get back on her feet. The guard grabbed a nearby two-by-four and came at her. She ducked, just as the two-by-four whizzed by her head, knocking a small coffee can down under the enclosure. Barbara used her temporary advantage to propel herself at him. Her fist struck him square in the jaw and knocked him unconscious.
As she got up and shook her head to clear it, she heard a whoosh and looked over to see a small electrical fire under the enclosure containing her husband.
The coffee can must have contained fuel or something, she thought to herself.
Barbara looked over to her daughter, only to discover to her horror that the sand was filling around the girl's nose, and she was in the last throes of her death struggle.
Barbara raced the half dozen steps to the next enclosure, ran up the stairs, and smashed open the small door.
"Honey…honey…please…grab mommy…" she begged, reaching her arms and head into the small Plexiglas enclosure and grabbing an arm. But she couldn't pull her daughter up. The sand had such force she couldn't break the suction. "UGGHHHHHH…UUUGGHHHHHHH," she cried, pulling as hard as she could, frantically trying to pull her daughter free. Finally, the girl's body broke loose, and Barbara pulled her daughter up.
"Mommy…mommy! You're here," her daughter cried, in between coughing and sputtering.
"Come on, let's get you out of there," Barbara said. "Come with mommy," she said, quickly leading the young girl over to the stairs leading up and out of the room. "Now, go up there and wait for me," she said, kissing her daughter's forehead and looking around. The room was quickly filling with smoke from the fire that was now surely cooking her husband alive.
She bounded up the stairs of his Plexiglas enclosure, taking them two at time. When she reached the top, she gasped and grabbed her chest.
"Argghhhhhhh," she moaned, as she felt a stab of pain in her chest and momentarily doubled over. She struggled with the door, unable to open it, peering down into the sand, which completely covered her husband.
"Come on…come on…" she pleaded with no one in particular. Finally she pulled open the door and lowered her top half of her body, bracing her legs against the sides of the doorway, holding herself upside down.
"Gary…Gary…please answer me…please…" she begged, as her hands frantically dug as the sand. She felt something and began to pull. The sand was like cement, but after a minute of pulling she finally managed to loosen her husband enough so that she could pull his upper half out. She continued to struggle, the sweat literally pouring off her, until she worked him loose, then pulled with all her might and brought him out onto the platform.
Barbara was exhausted. She knew her husband wasn't breathing, but she had to catch her own breath. Her chest felt like it was exploding; it continued to heave up and down while she gulped for air. She wiped her face, which was covered in sweat. Finally, she rolled over to her husband. She didn't even possess the strength to get up. She cleared his air passage and began to give mouth-to-mouth to him. The smoke was so thick, she wasn't sure that even if she got him breathing again, they would be able to find their way out, and the heat was now making the platform very hot.
"Please…please, breathe… Please, dear God…breathe…" she prayed, as she tried for a fifth and sixth time to breathe life into her husband.
Suddenly he sputtered, then gasped and coughed, and started to breathe.
"Honey…get up. I-I can't carry you out of here. Don't have the strength…" said Barbara. She rose to her feet and tried to help her husband up.
She was watching her husband so intently, she didn't notice Garth approach on the steps. As she struggled to help her husband, who was still having difficulty breathing, back to his feet, she was suddenly struck from behind and thrown against the outer wall of the enclosure with so much force that it knocked the wind out of her.
WHAM!! She crumpled against the wall and fell to her knees.
"You think you can get rid of me that easily, Batbitch?" Garth screamed. "Take this!" He began repeatedly banging her head against the wall.
Barbara's hands tried to grasp Garth as he pummeled her, reaching vainly for something to grab, until he finally stopped, and she fell face down onto the platform. She could hear her husband moaning next to her and she turned her head to look at him. She could feel the life draining out of her. She had failed her family. She began to choke on the acrid smoke.
Then she saw Garth bend down, and begin to strangle her husband, who was still in shock from his ordeal, with his bare hands.
"NO!" she cried. Summoning the last ounces of strength she had, she swung her leg in a quick move, sweeping Garth's legs out from under him. He tumbled down onto the middle of the stairway.
Barbara weakly struggled to her feet and faced her attacker. "Come on Garth. It's me you want. Not my family. It's about me, Batgirl. Well come on, forget about him," she challenged, motioning to her husband, "and come get me," she said, putting her arms on her hips in the familiar Batgirl pose of years past. Her torn costume revealed an exposed breast that was heaving up and down.
"Honey, get Crissa and get out of here. Don't wait for me. I've got to fight this guy or we'll all die. Your job is to protect Crissa now, honey. Go!!!" she gasped and pleaded to her husband.
Her husband slowly got up and made his way to the bottom of the stairs, coughing violently from the smoke. Garth, who had moved to the bottom lest her husband try anything, snarled at him but let him pass.
"Ugh…ughh…" Barbara could barely breathe as Garth bounded up the stairs. She knew he would try and pummel her quickly with his strength, which she hoped to use against him, judo style, but the smoke was getting to her, and she knew she had only moments to live, unless she got out of the basement hellfire she was trapped in.
Garth feigned a punch as Barbara ducked and tried to push him into the open door and into the quicksand. He had anticipated her move and grabbed her by the belt loops, bringing her to him in a kiss.
"My pretty. Do we die together, or do you die alone?" he laughed, releasing her from his kiss with a vicious knee to the groin. She blocked the blow, but Barbara was so spent she barely had the energy now to stand. Garth struck her with a fist to her stomach and she doubled over. As she tried struggled to catch her breath, he kicked her in the ribs and she staggered back, her body poised at the entrance to the plastic coffin.
"Bye, Batgirl. It's been fun, but you really must be going," smiled Garth, as he pushed her body off the entryway and into the sand.
"No!!!!" was all Barbara could scream as she felt her body go over the edge, her eyes wide with terror and the certainty that she had lost and was about to die. She grasped for something, anything, as her body dropped, her eyes looking up at her smug executioner. She managed to catch the side of platform at the entrance to the container.
Barbara hung by both hands from the edge, her legs and lower torso submerged in the deadly quicksand. She could feel her strength going. It would only be moments before she released her grip and fell to her certain death.
"NO!! Anything!!! Please…I'll do anything…" she begged.
"I win…you lose, Barbara Gordon. Now, I've got to go kill your husband and daughter for good," he said as he turned to leave.
Barbara used her last ounce of energy to lash out and grab Garth's foot with one hand, then the next. She knew there was now no way out. She didn't have the strength left to pull herself up. Her chest pain was unbelievable and her strength was spent. She simply relaxed and let her weight do the rest, looking directly into Garth's eyes when he jerked his head around in shock.
"What??? NO…NO!!! You bitch…you'll kill yourself…" Garth screamed, trying in vain to grab anything as he was dragged backwards.
Barbara held on, until both were encased in the quicksand, of which more was still being added. It was very hot as Garth desperately struggled to find a way out. Barbara, however, knew that the sheer plastic walls would allow no way out but death. She relaxed and sank down under the quicksand, letting it envelop her. She gave a last gasp as she succumbed to death, certain that her husband and daughter were alive, and that her secret was safe with them, as the fire and quicksand consumed her, Garth and his henchmen.
THE END