Batgirl is owned and trademarked by Warner Brothers. This story was written for entertainment purposes only and not intended for monetary gain. Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers.
Barbara Gordon removed the last reminents of her clothes and stood in her secret room, staring at herself in the mirror. “A gray hair,” she said to herself, laughing as she gazed at herself in the mirror.At 31 she was still in stellar shape, but the years were taking their toll.The crows feet had appeared around her dark brown eyes, although her size 36-C cup chest was still firm, as were her thighs.
Barbara had been fighting Gotham crime for over a decade now.Since the murders of Batman and Robin, the city had come to depend on her now more than ever.Still, the toll on her social and professional life couldn’t be ignored. Her latest boyfriend was suspicious of the hours he called and she “wasn’t home.”Still, she sighed to herself, “there is only me and no one else,” she said aloud as she put on her Kevlar pants, stopped for moment, then pulled on her upper torso armor.
She zipped up the front, put on her boots and gloves and looked again at herself. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this,” she said aloud, almost sad, as she took her cowl from a mannequins head and placed the red-haired wig, then mask over her face.In the mirror, Batgirl stood staring back at her.
Hours later, Batgirl, by now exhausted from three busts and two streetfights headed along the street on the Batcycle.To her left, she noticed something move, something out of the ordinary as she skidded the cycle to a halt, then gunned its engine. A man took off running, holding something, as she quickly closed.He ducked into a side entrance about 50-feet from where the cycle halted as Batgirl gave chase.
She hesitated as she opened the door, but heard footsteps going up the stairs.Just for security, she pulled her Batrang out and headed up the stairs as she heard a door close about three levels above her.Still in first class shape, she quickly ascended the stairs, opened the door, checking for sounds. She could hear footsteps fading in front of her in the dark hallway.
“This could be a trap,” she thought to herself as she gave chase, “but superheroines weren’t built like other people,” she thought, giving chase.About ten footsteps in however, she stumbled, as she reached for her utility belt.
“Must be gas…” she thought to herself, trying to unlatch her compartment, as her legs gave out.“Must get this…on,” was her last thought before her body slumped to the floor.
“Excellent, excellent Chico, you will be paid handsomely for luring our little lady here,” said the large, well-built Hispanic looking male.
“Well, Mister Escobar, enjoy her.I know you will,” he chuckled, only guessing what Pablo Escobar, a notorious drug kingpin in the Gotham underworld would do to Batgirl.
Escobar stared at the beautiful crimefighter.“A pity I can’t let you live,” he said a loud to no one. He wanted to savor the moment, as he looked down at the body of Batgirl, clad now only in her mask. The rest of her costume was gone.She was spread-eagled on a large bed, her wrists, and ankles chained securely.He watched her chest heave up and down, its nipples standing out as he bent over and licked one. He gazed at her brown, finely trimed pussy, and smiled as he unzipped his pants and removed them.
He took some KY jelly from a nearby jar and spread it in Batgirl’s pussy, her legs held apart by her bonds. Then he began to caress the Dark Angel, ever so gently that she began to moan softly as he played with her clitoris.
“Time for the show to begin,” he thought as he brought out some smelling salts and Batgirl began to stir, even as he entered her for the first time, pausing for her to accommodate him, before sliding his entire cock into her love canal.
Batgirl began to stir, just as she realized a strange sensation.Was she in bed with her boyfriend, she wondered as she came too.She opened her eyes and screamed, now realizing and remembering where she was.
“What???Help me!!!! Please!!!!” she half-screamed as she realized she was chained and her costume had been removed.
She gave a sigh of relief as she felt her cowl still in it’s place and tried to move against her bonds to no avail.She recognized the face of the man on top and inside of her as none other than Pablo Escobar, the noted drug kingpin who wanted her dead.
“Batgirl, glad you have decided to join in the fun,” he smiled as he pumped her viciously.
“Escobar, you won’t get away with this,” hissed Batgirl, even while realizing there was little she could do to prevent her rape at the moment.
“And you intend to do what, my pretty,” he whispered in her ear as he gently lifted her cowl.
“No!!!No…” stammered Barbara as she felt her mask lifted on the left side of her face.
“Ah….wait, my lovely,” Escobar grunted as he felt himself ready to cum.
Barbara laid there, naked, exposed, being raped by Escobar.She had always feared something like this, had seen its victims, but never imagined she would be one.
“Please…you don’t want to do this.Maybe we could work out some sort of deal,” she pleaded.
“The only deal you’re going to get is a coffin and headstone, Batbitch,” he hissed as he stared into her eyes as he felt himself explode into her.
“Noooo!!! “ Batgirl screamed as she struggled, feeling his hot juice enter her.
Escobar continued to pound her for a few more moments, emptying the last of his jiz into Batgirl’s womb as he felt her struggle against his penis.
He stopped and kissed her deeply. To his delight she didn’t resist but returned the kiss as their tongues met.
“It’s a shame we couldn’t have met under better circumstances, Batgirl,” he said, squirting one last bit of cum into her. “But business is business,” he said, resting his body on her as he took both hands and grasped her mask.
“Now, time to see who you really are under this mask.I’ll bet this information would be worth millions, but then, I’m one of the few who could pay it, so I get it for free,” he said lifting it up.His eyes widened as he realized a wig was also attached to the cowl, as he worked it up and off her head.He paused, then smiled as he recognized the face of Barbara Gordon.
“Yes….yes….you are the police commissioner’s daughter. Oh, this is so very interesting.I know you can’t see them, but several cameras have just captured our little love-fest and your subsequent unmasking, Ms. Gordon.Should you survive the next hour, which I very much doubt, do not try and seek revenge on me or I and my associates will kill each and every one of your co-workers and friends, not to mention yourself,” he said pulling out of her.
Barbara lay there, stunned, as she felt cum dribble down her thighs.Escobar said nothing else and left the dimly lit room as she felt a tear run down her cheek.
Then a very large, well-muscled man entered the room. He was about 6’7” and had biceps the size of watermelons.Batgirl’s heart-rate jumped.She recognized the man as none other than a former professional kick-boxer known as Block.He had been suspended for killing a man in the ring and was as good or better at judo than she.She stared as he undid the cables holding her legs and arms, then stood in the doorway.
“You must get through me to get out, Batgirl, although I have never seen you without your mask and clothes on.
Barbara gently slid toward him, angling for an advantage.“Perhaps, we could work out some type of deal, say you spend the night with me, do whatever you like and you let me walk out of her before I hurt…” but before she finished she flew into the air with a judo move.She caught Block squarely in the chest with her vicious kick.
“Gotcha!!!” she thought to herself, but her elation quickly turned to horror when he grabbed her ankle and twisted it so much she thought she heard a CRACK.
“Arrggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!’ she screamed in pain as she hit the floor.
She was on her feet in a second, but her assailant shoved her into the nearby wall with such force she thought she would break her neck as she struckher front and knocked the wind out of her.
“UMMMPPPHHHHHH” she said as she paused to get her breath.She could hear something come and ducked, just in time as the thugs fist slammed into the wall above her.
“Damm you, bitch!!!” he roared as Batgirl turned and kicked him in the groin. “Now who’s in charge here, buster,” she said slamming a fist into his face.
He tumbled backward as she advanced and swung.He was waiting for that and grabbed her arm, then kicked her so hard he broke ribs.
“Arrrggghhhhhhhhhhh!!’ she screamed, her eyes wide with pain.
“Gotcha, Batgirl,” he smiled slamming her into the wall, again and again and again, before brining her to him in a move that twisted her arm, then slammed her face first into the wall several times.Batgirl’s face was bloodied and bruised as he let go of her and she slumped down, beaten, too exhausted to fight.
The thug smiled and unzipped his pants.
“No…..I’m begging you….no..please…” she wailed even as he picked her up by both arms and lowered her onto his cock, impaling her.
He kissed her as he moved her up and down on his huge member, slamming her pelvis, then took a nipple in his mouth between his teeth as he viciously chewed her and just for fun, slammed her into the wall several times.
“No…pleaseeeee…..help…….” she wailed as the thug treated her like a rag doll on his member, lifting her up and down, slamming her at will.
He felt himself beginning to cum as he began to pump Barbara faster and faster and moved from moving her up and down on his cock to holding her shoulders while he pounded against her, slamming her against the wall each time he drove himself into her.
Batgirl could do nothing but hand on, her ankle broken, her ribs cracked, in shock from the beating all she could do was hope it would end soon.
“AAARRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Block screamed as he released his seed into her womb, pumping and pumping until the last of it was squeezed out.He then slammed her into the wall against his penis as hard as he could as Barbara gasped, then closed her eyes.
Later….Barbara awoke some time later, cum still seeping out of her sweat-soaked pussy.She could barely move and was having trouble breathing as she crawled to her utility belt and pressed the emergency help button that would summon help.
Four months later Barbara sat in her room.She sat in a chair, her crutches nearby.Her ankle was shattered and in a cast, her ribs still hurt and she had nearly died of internal bleeding from her injuries.Her back was in such pain that she wore a back brace.Doctors told her she may have to wear it the rest of her life, along with the limp from her shattered ankle. Her belly had begun to swell from her pregnancy.It was either Blocks or Escobars.She hadn’t the courage to tell her father yet, because what would she tell him?She was having a baby with someone and she didn’t even know the father?She sure wasn’t going to endanger his life by revealing her Batgirl secret.She looked haggard as she stared out the widow.Her hand trembled, knowing that somewhere out there, at least one person knew who she was and two people had seen her face.How long would it take someone to discover her secret and come for her again?This time, she would be unable to even defend herself.She grabbed her crutches and got up.“Arggggg..” she moaned in pain.Every movement was painful now as she put more things into a nearby box.She was packing to move. Move far, far away from the hell that Gotham had become for her.Somewhere out there, Pablo Escobar knew her secret, and she had no doubt he would use it again when needed.She had survived her ordeal with Block and had no intention of going another round.
She looked into her secret closet.The Batgirl clothes were gone.Batgirl was dead and buried.Barbara had been defeated, broken and impregnated, she thought as she shut the door and kept packing.
The End???????