Batgirl landed on the floor of the mansion with a crash as she broke through the window. The four male theives, catburglars swore as they saw the Dark Angel land before them. "Oh shit!" one of them cursed. Before anything else could even be said Batgirl flew into action. Her legs and arms were like lightening as she knocked one after the other of the theives into near unconsciouness with a dazzling display of judo and karate. As she finished with the third, she looked around to see the forth theif running.
"Hold on there, buster," she shouted as she took chase, soon catching up and tackling him as the pair hit the floor with the thud. She was about to smash him when she noticed something odd. Something that caught her off guard. The theif, actually a young man of about 24 was crying.
"I'm sorry....I'm so sorry, Batgirl. My friends said we'd be having some fun, that this was his uncle's home. Until they began to take stuff I didn't know what was going on. I swear....SOB...swear this is true....Oh God, I've ruined my life," he said as he sobbed.
Batgirl looked at him unsure what to do. If he was telling the truth, she could be helping ruin this young man's life. She grabbed the wallet out of his back pocket and took his driver's license.
"Tell you what, Steve. If your story checks out, I'll forget I ever saw you tonight and I'll return your license. If not...don't bother to hide because I'll find you. Now go, before the cops get here," she commanded.
"Batgirl....I...I don't know what to say. Thanks," he blurted out as he grabbed her hand and shook it.
"Just go, now," shouted Batgirl, with a smile as the youth turned and ran out of the door of the mansion.
Batgirl turned to the three youths who were still moaning from their beating. "Boys, I need some answers..." she said as she turned to the would be theives.
Two nights later Steve Fossen was returning to his apartment from his job at an assistant manager at a cleaning service. He was still thankful Batgirl hadn't turned him in. He had told her the truth. The friends he had been with he had barely known, since he was still new to the city, a resident for only three months. He had been desparately lonely for friendship in the big city of Gotham and that had led him to his poor choice of friends. He smiled as he thought of Batgirl. She was more beautiful that he could have imagined. He knew of her exploits, but had never dreamed he would meet her in person. He wondered if he would ever see the Dark Angel again. He rounded the corner and went up the alley to the entrance of his apartment. Suddenly, he gasped. Someone was standing on his steps.
"Batgirl??? Is that you," he said almost shouting the last couple words he was so excited.
"Ssshhhhhhhhhh" said Batgirl holding her finger to her mouth. "Quiet, Steve. I brought your driver's license back, as promised. Your story checked out" There was something about this man Barbara liked. Although, at 28 she was older than he, he exuded a certain innocence. He was certainly good looking, thought Barbara as she looked at his well toned physique. She had to admit he wasn't hard to look at, but Batgirl tried to keep those emotions at bay. Even in her alter-ego life, as Barbara Gordon, she kept her social life quiet to accomodate her nights as Batgirl.
"Thank you," he said taking the license. "I really owe you one. If I had been caught I would have lost my job. I've only been in the city for three months and...." he continued as he poured his heart out to Batgirl. Batgirl listened for twenty minutes or so, nodding every so often as this vulnerable man poured out his story. Much like her, he didn't have a mother, was somewhat of a loner and had little social life. He was obviously quite lonely, Barbara thought as she stood and listened. Finally, she knew it was time to go. She had already spent way to much time socializing and not much time crimefighting.
"Steve...." she said interupting him. "I've got to go. Fight crime and all that. Maybe we'll meet again," she said backing up.
"I hope so, Batgirl. I've enjoyed just sitting here talking to you," he said laughing. He watched the masked crimefighter disappear into the night, wondering if he would ever see her again. He hoped so.
A couple weeks later Batgirl was patrolling the area near Steve's apartment. She swooped down onto a ledge near his window, looked in and saw him watching TV. Gently, she tapped on the window. Startled, he looked up and a bright smile appeared on his face as he recognized the girl at the window.
"Hello, Batgirl. Didn't expect to see you here," he stammered as she lowered herself into the apartment.
"I was in the area and decided to see how you're doing, Steve," she said. Barbara looked at him. He was a hunk and she found herself attracted to him. But, her life as Batgirl precluded any love life. Still.
"I'm doing fine. Staying on the straight and narrow and all that, thanks to you," he said. "Ah..can I get you something to drink? he asked.
"Sure, I could use some water," said Batgirl sitting down as he went into his kitchen.
He came back and the pair soon fell into an easy conversation. After an hour or so, Batgirl got up.
"Got to go, Steve. There's still plenty of work for me to do," said Batgirl at the window.
"When will I see you again?"
"Ohhhhhh. Soon," she said looking back as she fired her batrang and was gone.
A few nights later, the doorbell rang. Steve opened the door to his apartment to find the three young toughs who had buglarized the home standing there.
"Hey, Steveo, how ya doing. Long time no see," said the leader as they burst into the apartment. "We got ourselves another job and need some help. Care to help us," said the one whose name was Seth on his jacket.
"Ahhhhhh, I'd love to but I can't. Guys, I really, really have a good job and I just can't...I'm trying to go straight," said Steve.
"Well Steveo, I don't see that we're asking, you know," said Seth as he clicked the handle to open his switchblade and brandished it in Steve's face. "You're our guy, the best lockpicker in town. Now, do this, or we let the cops know about that little murder you helped us pull awhile back.
"Please. I..I can't Seth. I'm begging you, please."
"Steveo, ya got no choice. Unless of course you want to spend a few years in the Big House."
Two nights later the four young thugs burglarized a house in a fashionable section of Gotham. The owners weren't home, but a silent alarm was tripped. As the four left the house, their bags loaded with loot, a security guard, alerted by the alarm yelled for them to stop. A shot rang out and the guard slumped to the ground, dead with a bullet through his head.
Steve sat in his apartment, crying. Although he hadn't shot the guard he was an accomplice and in deep shit. The gang now had him. He couldn't stop, but he knew sooner or later he'd be caught. It tore at him as he sat there, out of options.
A tiny knock on his window startled him. He looked up to see Batgirl waving. He let her in.
"Hey, Steve, what's the matter pal," she said wiping a tear with her gloved hand. Steve looked at her. Her flowing red hair, her mask, her lips, her ample breasts that stuck out under her costume.
"Nothing. Just feeling blue," he said. There was a pause and then he leaned over and kissed the Dark Angel. She didn't resist and the pair embraced each other, his tongue probing her mouth. He opened his eyes as he looked into her eyes, a dark green behind the mask. He couldn't believe it. He, Steve Fosset was kissing Batgirl. The lowered themselves onto his couch, still kissing.
Batgirl couldn't believe she was doing this. It had been a bad night. She had stopped two muggers and nabbed a rapist just as he was about to committ his act. She was so tired of the filth of humanity. She needed someone as she let herself be lowered to the couch aware of the danger of what she was doing.
She stopped kissing him. "Just a minute," she said holding up a hand as she went to the window and pulled the blinds tightly shut. "No use entertaining the neighbors," she said with a slight laugh as she returned reached behind her and undid the top of her costume.
Steve couldn't believe what he was seeing. Batgirl was taking her costume off...in front of him. With a sudden movement she reached behind herself and unzipped her costume. She peeled off the top half, leaving a bra one and her costume to her utility belt. She put the top half next to the couch as she undid her utility belt, then took her cowl off. Steve's penis was now hard as a rock as he watched the object of his deepest desire take her yellow boots off, then lean over and remove her pants. There she stood, clad only in her mask, gloves, bra and panties as she laid down next to him.
The pair kissed for an hour or so as they played with one another, Steve gently kissing her neck and thighs, Batgirl gently playing with his neck and penis. Batgirl leaned over and undid her bra as Steve watched, her 36 C cup breasts spilling out of her bra. He pulled her to him as he began suckling her breasts, as he hand reached under her panties and began caressing her pubic area.
He could hear her breathing increase as he played with her swollen clitoris, her slight gasps here and there.
Underneath the mask of Batgirl, Barbara Gordon wondered what in the hell she was doing. Here she was, in the apartment of a man she barely knew, ready to make love. She knew she shouldn't be doing it, but she hadn't had a man in so long she could barely remember the last time she had made love to anything but her dildo.
She wiggled as Steve pulled on her panties, pulling them off, them with a slight shake, throwing them across the floor as Batgirl now lay naked on top of him.
They kissed, deeply, as Batgirl took his penis in a gloved hand and mounted him, taking his member and pausing at her labia.
It was dark in the room, which was gently lit. He really couldn't see her pussy, but he felt the warm, moistness of her pussy, ready for him as he reared up and plunged his cock into the pussy of Batgirl.
"Ohhhhhhhh....she moaned as she felt his huge member enter her. He was gigantic, Barbara thought as she felt him make his way up her love canal, opening it.
He brought her to his mouth as he sat up, kissing her and pumping her, sliding his member in and out of her, elicting gasps of delight from the Dark Angel.
He placed his hands where the bottom of her mask met her face.
"No.....don't Steve. Let's make love as Batgirl and Steve. I need to have my secrets too," she said as she took his hands in hers.
They kissed and then began to make love with abandon. Batgirl on top, bringing Steve to the edge then backing off, making him beg her for more.
Batgirl....I....I.....
"Yes...ohhhhhhhhhh...what.......is.....it......" she gasped feeling him and her ready to come together at any moment.
"GGUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he screamed as Batgirl felt his come squirt up into her womb.
"UUUUUUMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed as she went over the edge. Her orgasm so intense she almost passed out as she let out a long yell, her insides exploding in a fury of pent up emotions.
The two continued to make love into the wee hours of the morning. They laid there, naked and kissing, savoring each other and fell asleep. Just before dawn Barbara awoke. At first, she was confused about where she was, until she reached up and realized she was still wearing her Batgirl mask. Steve lay asleep next to her as she groggily gazed at the wall clock and noticed the time, 4 a.m. She quickly and silently got up, dressed and left a short note to Steve and then dropped out of his window.
Seth showed up the next night. He outlined another job for Steve. It was risky, he admitted. The four would rob an elderly couple at their mansion, tie them up and take the loot. Apparently one of the gang had worked for the couple and knew they kept a large amount of cash in a safe. "Easy pickins" is how Seth described the robbery four nights from then. Steve wondered if he should ask Batgirl for help,but then, it was his prints that were on the gun that had killed the guard in the robbery. He hadn't shot him, but one of the gang had used a glove to fire the fatal shot. Steve had grabbed the gun from the glovebox. He knew it would be jail for a long time and it was doubtful even Batgirl, even is she did testify, which she wouldn't and couldn't, could get him out of this jam.
Later that night he was just getting into bed when a familiar rap came from the living room window. He quickly let Batgirl in as she leaned over and immediately kissed him.
"I missed you, Steve. Know anywhere I can get a good drink of water?" she laughed as he kissed her again and go her a drink.
The pair talked for the next hour, Barbara being careful not to tell Steve anything that would reveal her identity. The more she found out about him, the more she liked him. She knew he was trying to make it on his own, like her.
It wasn't long before the pair began kissing. As they laid on the couch Steve said, "Come on, let's get comfortable in the bedroom," as he led Batgirl into his bedroom.
Steve still couldn't believe it. He hadn't said a word to anyone about his new girlfriend and lover. Heck, he still couldn't believe it as the pair stripped naked, Steve watching Batgirl take her costume off, with the exception of her gloves and mask. He gasped as he realized something. In the dim light he could make out that while her flowing hair was red, her pubic hair revealed a natural auburn haired woman. Interesting, he thought to himself.
The pair literally jumped on each other. Batgirl, as before grabbing his cock and stuffing it inside of her as she rocked back and forth on his large member filling her, as he sucked her nipples which jiggled in front of his mouth as she moved back and forth.
He buried his head in her breasts, savoring their nakedness as he felt her wet insides grasp his cock.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh.....OOHHHHHHHHHHH....OHHHHHHHHHHH" she moaned as she moved on his pole, building to an orgasm. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter inside. He brought her to his mouth, tasting her, as he rammed her, their tongues playing with each other, each breathing in the other's breath. She gasped and then exploded.
"OOOOOHHHHHHH GGGGGGGGGOOOODDDDDDDDDD UUUUUMMMPPPHHHHHHHH.....UMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHH" she gasped and moaned. Her pussy was soaked as she came and came again.
As she came a third time he allowed himself to come, releasing his seed into her, sucking her right and then left nipple.
The pair continued their lovemaking for another hour, each taking turns, changing positions, before Batgirl literally passed out from exhaustion.
Steve lay on top of her, inside of her as he looked into her face. She was stunningly beautiful he thought as her chest heaved as she breathed out and in.
"Batgirl.....Batgirl...." he called out to her, whispering in her ear.
"Mmmmmmmmm" was all her heard back. A slight moan. She was out, he thought as he lay there, his still hard cock inside of the crimefighter.
Unknown to Batgirl, Steve had put something into the water Batgirl had had. A little aphrodisiac mixed with some sleeping pills. Just enough to put her out for awhile so he could admire her and not have her running off somewhere.
"If only Seth could see me now," he thought. Almost at the same moment there was a knock on the door. Steve decided to ignore it, but then the knock came harder and he could hear Seth demanding to be let in.
"I know you're in there, Steveo. I heard you and the girl. Now let me in before I break this fucking door down," he demanded.
"Shit," thought Steve. He knew he had no choice as he threw a blanket over Batgirl's body and got up and let Seth in.
"Took you long enough, Steveo. Where's the broad you were bopping," he said looking around.
"Look, Seth. I'll be there but this is kinda a bad time, you know," he said.
"Hey, what are these," said Seth holding up a pair of yellow boots. "Hey, what the hell you doing, fucking a girl with a Batgirl costume on?" he said holding up Batgirl's top with the Bat embelm.
"Yea...well you know. Just some fun. A little fetish of mine," stammered Steve, breaking out into a sweat. "No....don't go in there, please," pleaded Steve as Seth headed for the bedroom.
"Hey...what the?" said Seth as he turned the light on beside the bed and threw the covers away to reveal the sleeping body of Batgirl, her pubic hair still matted with semen.
"What?....Hey....hey.....Jesus....this is the real Batgirl isn't it," asked Seth, realizing who it was sleeping there. "What did you do to her pal," he said leaning over to check out her breasts.
"Steveo, if there something you're not telling me?" he said taking his switchblade out and holding it up over the sleeping body of Batgirl like he was ready to stab her.
"Wait!!!! Please!!! Ahhh....was all Steve could say, unable to think of anything fast enough.
"What? I'm going to get rid of this bitch. Hell, I'll be famous as the guy who finally killed Batgirl," he said ready to plunge the knife through the sleeping crimefighters heart.
"Ahhhhh. maybe we can get some mileage out of this Seth," said Steve. "Use her or trade her or something.
Seth smiled and nodded in agreement as he leaned over her and ran his hands up and down her body, as Batgirl issued a small moan.
"Boy, is she hot, Steveo. But, she has something that could be useful to us," he said as he ran his hand up to her face, then leaned over and began to tug at her mask.
Steve watched in fascination as Seth pulled up the mask and pulled it over Batgirl's head, her mask revealing her face and short brown hair as Batgirl's red wig also dropped to the floor.
"Hey....she's not a redhead after all," laughed Seth as he held up the mask. Both men looked at the face of Barbara Gordon. Steve was fascinated. Now only had he made love to Batgirl. Now he knew her greatest secret. Batgirl had short cropped brown hair. "Boy, she does look familiar, I've seen that face before," said Seth. "Hey, Steveo, get me a camera,would you," commanded.
Steve quickly fetched a camera as Seth took several pictures of the sleeping Barbara Gordon, sans mask, and then put her mask back on and took more pictures. Finally, he removed the mask again and tied her up.
"What are you going to do with her," asked Steve alarmed for Batgirl's safety. He knew once she left his apartment there would be little he could do to help her.
"What do you think? I'm taking her to my place. It has a basement with some, ah, interesting things for females. We'll stash her there while we decided what to do with her.
"Couldn't we just keep her here," pleaded Steve. "She trusts me. She probably wouldn't even try to escape."
"Oh sure, and let you have all the fun," laughed Seth. "Right. Wait til the guys get a load of this."
Barbara awoke with a smile on her face. The last thing she remembered was Steve inside of her, holding her. She leaned over, but opened her eyes face when she came to the terrible realization that she was naked and without her mask and wig. She opened her eyes, wide with terror.
"My God. What have I done? Oh God...." as she panicked, realizing that her hands and feet were tied. Her feet were spread eagled, her fluffy mound spread wide, her lips gaping as she looked around. She realized she was no longer in Steve's room but somewhere else. She also had a gag in her mouth, but otherwise was stark naked lying in a roomful of sexual torture devices.
Just then the door opened. "Oh, I see you're awake, Batgirl, or should I call you Ms. Gordon," laughed Seth. Barbara involuntarily gasped. It was the same young thug she had arrested with Steve who should have been in jail. "I see you recognize me. Well, paybacks are hell aren't they, BARBARA," Seth hissed, accenting her name. "Now I not only have Batgirl, but I know who you really are," as he pulled out a large switchblade and gently touched her labia with it. "Of course, I could just shove this up there and be done with it," he said as Barbara's eyes widened with terror.
Barbara was almost paralyzed with fear. Batgirl had never been captured, or unmasked. She had always feared what would happen if some crazy captured her and tortured her, but she had been so careful, so trained. Now, she laid there, at the mercy of this lunatic who knew her identity.
"While we decide what to do with you, the boys and I decided to have some fun with you. After all, isn't it every young boys dream to be with Batgirl," he laughed. Tom, Ben, get yer assess in here if you want to have some fun.
The door practically burst open as the two males in their late teens stumbled in. Both were dressed in leather with various earrings and tatoos. They stood, mouths wipe open as they stared at the unmasked and naked body of Batgirl, now lying helpless, strapped to a wooden table.
Batgirl could only stare in horror as three of the men started to disrobe. Steve had gone out, her only hope vanished as the three stripped naked, each with a growing hard-on as they looked with evil smiles at their prey.
"I get to go first," declared Seth. "I captured her. This shouldn't take long anyway," he said as he lowered himself onto the body of Batgirl.
Barbara turned her head away, her eyes closed as she smelled his breath. She could feel his cock between her legs.
"AHHHHH!" she screamed as her concentration was interrupted by Seth who had bitten her nipple. Suddenly she felt his hand down near her pubic area, as he grabbed his penis and began to insert it into her. She resisted, squeezing her muscle's tight, as he tried to pry his way in.
SLAP...SLAP....SLAP...."Listen bitch. You will let me in, or so help me, I'll carve my initials right into those nice breasts of yours," he hissed.
Barbara didn't relax as Tom silently handed Seth his large switchblade. "Ok, I warned you," he said as he ran the sharp edge of his knife down her breast, for less than an inch, drawing some blood.
Barbara knew she was fighting a battle she couldn't win, at least not at the moment. She relaxed her muscles, as Seth inserted his penis into her.
She drew her head back, and closed her eyes again, a short groan escaping her lips as she felt his cock slide up into her.
Barbara lay there as Seth pounded at her, thrusting his cock into her with all her might. She protested as he slammed into her pelvic bone, one time so hard she screamed.
"Yea.....that's better, scream Batgirl...." he ranted as he slammed her again and again. She could hear his breathing change, become more labored as he came closer and closer to releasing his seed into her.
"UMmmmmmmm......GGGGGGGGGGOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" he screamed, as he came deep inside her womb.
A tear ran down her cheek as she realized what would come next.
"OK....OK...this bitch is hot," declared Seth, pulling his cock of out her and dribbing some cum on her chest. "NEXT"
Tom was the next on. He began to suck her neck, giving her a huge hickey as he too began to pound her pelvis. Barbara was so wet she could hear sucking sounds as his cock went in and out of her like a piston.
She lay there, with her eyes closed. It didn't take long. Tom slowed his pounding as she heard him grunt and felt his cock explode inside of her. She would never have put on the Batgirl costume if she had known it would end like this, being gang raped. For the first time, she thought she might well die at the hands of these goons.
"Stop it right there, guys," shouted a voice she realized was Steve's. Her heart lept as she looked and saw Steve standing at the head of her table, a gun in his hand.
"Get the hell out of her now, or that's the last time you'll ever have a hard-on, Tom," demanded Steve, brandishing the gun.
"Ah, I'm finished with her anyway," smiled Tom, kissing her on the lips as he dismounted her.
"Now untie her," said Steve as Seth walked over and began to untie her arm. Seth bent over and in one movement slapped the gun out of Steve's hand. He punched Steve and threw him against the wall as he grabbed the gun.
BOOM!!! A bright red blotch appeared in Steve's abdomen as he slumped over onto the floor without a sound.
"MY GOD" thought Batgirl. "They've killed Steve. No....NO!!!NO!!!!!! as tears began to roll down her face.
WHAM!!!Seth clobbered her with a right to her jaw, knocking her senseless for a moment as he grabbed her hand and began to tie her up again. It was useless. Batgirl was now doomed.
The trio left Steve to bleed to death on the floor as the fuckfest continued for another two hours, each man taking a turn with Barbara. Finally they admitted they were finished.
Barbara relaxed. Her insides were raw, everything going into her now hurt.
"Well, we're finished, but you're now, Barbara, " said Seth, grabbing the largest dildo she had ever seen off the implement wall. "I want to see how long a superheroine can last," he said. He then took the ball gag out of her mouth.
"I also want to hear some screaming," he laughed as he began to insert the dildo into her.
"No.....NOOOO....PLEASE...." she moaned. "GAAHHHHHHHHHH" she let out a long scream as Seth pushed the dildo further and further up her. She thought it was going to rip her muscles it was so big. "Can't take.....much....more.....ahhhhhhhhhh" she thought as she tried to relax.
"GAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' she screamed again, sweat now glistening on her body as the pain overtook her.
"Relax, it's in. Now for the best thing," smiled Seth as he turned it on.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH" she moaned almost instantly. The dildo's buzzing was a huge turn on she couldn't resist. In just moments she felt herself building to a huge climax.
"Can't surrender to....." she thought even as another orgasm ripped through her body, her back arching, the ropes holding her taunt as she let out a tremendous scream.
"GGGGGGGGGGGGGOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD" she screamed even as she felt pain from the large instrument inside of her. A few moments later she lay panting like a dog for breath on the table.
"Come on, let's leave her here while we get on the phone and sell you to the highest bidder, Batgirl," laughed Seth as he and his goons exited the room.
Barbara looked at Steve. Blood was everywhere and he wasn't moving. He looked dead although she could swear his chest was still heaving from breathing.
"Got to help Steve....please......." she thought. "Steve...please...wake up....please....." she said but he remained unresponsive.
"Steve....ple.......UUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH she moaned as she lost her concentration, allowing the pleasure to wash over her.
Tears welled up in Barbara's eyes as she thought of Steve, her lover, laying there. "Were it not for me, he wouldn't be here," she thought, still unaware of what part Steve had played in her capture and torment. She stared at the ceiling. Batgirl had been stripped of her costume. Lying on the table was Barbara Gordon, but she was still Batgirl she thought as she began to rock her body back and forth.
She knew she didn't have much time. She could already feel how weakened she was from the repeated rapes and climaxes. Only a few more and she would be too weak to try this, she thought. She tried not to think about the constant warm feeling between her legs, the next orgasm that was building as she rocked the table back and forth.
CRASH!!! The table turned over, with her tied to it and broke when it hit the floor. Barbara quickly began to take her restraints off that had been secured to the table. As she stood up however, another orgasm thundered through her.
"My God...got to .......UUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH" she crumpled to the floor, unable to stand as the orgasm worked its way through her. "OHHHHHHHHHH" she moaned, unable to move for a few seconds. Unsteadily she got to her feet and pulled the dildo out of her.
"Steve, Steve....." as she shook him. He still had a heartbeat but it was weak. Barbara had to get him medical attention quick, she knew, or he was dead. She stood there, naked, dried cum splattered all over her, unsure about what to do. For the first time, she was indecisive as Batgirl, unable to decide when she heard footsteps approaching.
Batgirl ran to the door. As it opened, Seth entered. In a blur she kicked him and knocked down the next thug who happened to be Tom, then momentarily struggled with Harry before knocking him unconscious. She turned around to see Seth bring a large piece of the table down, as she ducked out of the way. She lost her balance as she crashed into the wall. She rolled and got up, kicking the assailant known as Ben.
"Wuffffffffffff" he went down with a thud, but Barbara turned too late to see the large piece of wood from the table Seth was swinging. This time, Seth didn't miss and the large handle struck her squarely in the stomach.
"Uggghhhhhhh" she cried as she buckled over, trying to catch her breath. Tom had gotten up and grabbed her around the neck as he began to choke her.
"Gaaaaaaaaaaa" she gagged as she fought with Tom who was chocking her with his enormous arm around her neck. She knew she only had seconds before she lasped into unconsciousness as she struggled for air.
"Got to fffight.....nooooooo," she thought as she struggled with Tom who was quickly cutting her supply of air off. Barbara's legs sagged as she began to lose consciousness.
"No use.........." was her last thought as her body relaxed.
BOOOOOMMMMM as a shot echoed across the room and Tom slumped over as he let go of Barbara's naked body. Two shots later the bodies of both Seth and Ben were laying on the floor, dead, as Steve rolled over, a final act of heroism for his Batgirl.
Barbara was out for only seconds. She barely remembered a large boom, as she struggled to get on all fours, looking around the room at the carnage.
"My God, what's happened?" she thought as she spied Steve's body, his chest heaving.
"Steve....Steve...hang on," she whimpered as she crawled over to him, cradling his head in her breasts and arms. "Please, don't die."
Barbara....Batgirl...I love you. Always will love you," he said coughing up blood. "I'm so sorry about this."
"Don't talk, save your breath," said Barbara tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'll get help right now."
"Barbara, COUGH, it's no use. You know that. I love yoooooooouuuuu" he said his last word slowly ending as his eyes closed and his body relaxed.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO" screamed Barbara as Steve lay dead.
EPILOGUE
Barbara lingered for a short while, crying and getting herself together. Then she dressed in her Batgirl outfit, summoned the police and told them part of the truth. That Steve had helped free her from three thugs who had kidnapped her.
PART II
Barbara called in sick the next day at the Gotham Public Library. The previous nights rape and torture had drained her. She spent much of the day in the shower, trying to physically and mentally cleanse herself of the scars of her ordeal. Late in the afternoon, she felt even worse when she slipped on a disguise as to trudge to the drugstore. She knew she had to get the morning after pill or face an unwanted pregnancy. Fortunately, the pharmacist didn't recognize her with her black long haired wig and heavy eye makeup and glasses. That night, Barbara got out a bottle of wine with dinner, had one glass, then another and another and another before she passed out on the couch. For the moment, Batgirl would have to take a holiday, crying as she thought of her late lover, lying dead because of her.
The detectives were just finishing their sweep of the apartment. "This guy lived pretty simply," said Ed Harvey to his partner, Kevin. "It looks like a woman did sleep here and have sex in the recent past, but not a dammed print, as he surveyed the scene. "Hey, what's this," said Kevin Mann, a 20-year veteran of the department, holding up a camera.
"Here, put it in the evidence bag and I'll have it developed by the automatic processor. It's probably nothing, but it won't cost anything," said Harvey, a 25-year grizzled veteran of the department. Harvey had seen everything in his years. Overweight, cynical and bidding his time until he could get out, he had long since lost the enthusiasm for the job he once coveted.
The next day Harvey slouched in his desk as he went through his departmental mail, a moring routine. He was bored as he opened the pictures the automatic processor had developed overnight from Steve Fossen's camera.
"What the fuck?" he gasped as he looked at one picture then the next. He immediately recognized Batgirl, unconscious on what appeared to be the late Steve Fossen's bed. He began to get an immediate erection as he stared at the next photo, that of the naked body of Batgirl lying on the bed. He almost fell out of his chair as he viewed the next few, of an unmasked Batgirl lying on the bed.
"Jesus....the commissioner's daughter, Babara Gordon," he thought to himself, his heart racing as he thought of the ramifications of knowing Batgirl's secret identity.
PART II of Batgirl, What's Love Got To Do With It
Barbara called in sick the next day at the Gotham Public Library. The previous nights rape and torture had drained her. She spent much of the day in the shower, trying to physically and mentally cleanse herself of the scars of her ordeal. Late in the afternoon, she felt even worse when she slipped on a disguise as to trudge to the drugstore. She knew she had to get the morning after pill or face an unwanted pregnancy. Fortunately, the pharmacist didn't recognize her with her black long haired wig and heavy eye makeup and glasses. That night, Barbara got out a bottle of wine with dinner, had one glass, then another and another and another before she passed out on the couch. For the moment, Batgirl would have to take a holiday, crying as she thought of her late lover, lying dead because of her.
The detectives were just finishing their sweep of the apartment. "This guy lived pretty simply," said Ed Gris to his partner, Kevin. "It looks like a woman did sleep here and have sex in the recent past, but not a dammed print, as he surveyed the scene. "Hey, what's this," said Kevin Mann, a 20-year veteran of the department, holding up a camera.
"Here, put it in the evidence bag and I'll have it developed by the automatic processor. It's probably nothing, but it won't cost anything," said Gris, a 25-year grizzled veteran of the department. Harvey had seen everything in his years. Overweight, cynical and bidding his time until he could get out, he had long since lost the enthusiasm for the job he once coveted.
The next day Gris slouched in his desk as he went through his departmental mail, a morning routine. He was bored as he opened the pictures the automatic processor had developed overnight from Steve Fossen's camera.
"What the fuck?" he gasped as he looked at one picture then the next. He immediately recognized Batgirl, unconscious on what appeared to be the late Steve Fossen's bed. He began to get an immediate erection as he stared at the next photo, that of the naked body of Batgirl lying on the bed. He almost fell out of his chair as he viewed the next few, of an unmasked Batgirl lying on the bed.
"Jesus....the commissioner's daughter, Babara Gordon," he thought to himself, his heart racing as he thought of the ramifications of knowing Batgirl's secret identity. He could barely contain his delight as he looked at the dozen or so pictures of Batgirl, masked and unmasked lying naked on the bed in all her glory. "I could be an instant millionaire," he thought to himself staring at his bounty. "Wonder how much Penthouse or some other mag would pay for these," he thought.
He had never really liked Batgirl much. Oh sure, she was a legend in crimefighting circles, but guys like him who humped every day, all day got no glory, only grief, while Batgirl swooped in and took the credit, especially when she didn't have to follow the rules, he muttered to himself. Hell, he thought, "wouldn't mind taking a go at her myself," as he sat in his messy office. Then it occurred to him. What if he sold the pictures to Two Face? It might be a way for him to get Vince Sorvino off his back for the thousands he owned in gambling debts. Sorvino, one of Gothams most notorious enforcers, was learning on the detective pretty heavy recently, threatening to tell all to the commissioner if Harvey didn't pay him back big time. Two Face hated Batgirl and maybe...just maybe he could work out a deal to give him the secret to her identity AND wind up rich.
Barbara Gordon took the next few days off work, and gave Batgirl some nights off. She was still torn up over the killing of her lover, the first man she had had in a long time. "What am I doing this for?" was the question she mulled over and over as she sat in her apartment hotub, sipping some wine to dull the pain. At 29 she had no love life and little, if any life, outside of her Batgirl persona.
Across town, Gris pulled up next to Dock 29. It was 2 a.m. and deserted. He lit a cigarette as he waited for Two Face. He hated Two Face as much as the next guy, but he knew he had to deal, or face the wrath of Sorvino. Suddenly, he heard the tinkle of coin drop. As he wheeled around Two Face walked out of the shadows.
"Ed Gris. What the hell do you want? You better not be here to roust me or you're going to wind up swimming with the fishes, pal," he said stepping up to Harvey.
"Actually, I've got a deal to make with you," said Harvey smiling. "A deal that will benefit both of his. You get Vince Sorvino to back off and forgive my little gambling debt with him and I...I provide you with the true identity of Batgirl."
"The true identity of Batgirl? Ha, ha, ha, heh....heh..." said Two Face laughing. "Sure, you, third rate dick Ed Gris have discovered a secret that all of Gotham has wondered about for ten years. Right."
"No, no, it's true. You can check it out, but a few nights ago...." as Harvey began to relate how he had discovered the pictures of a naked and unmasked Batgirl. "I have one right here," he said holding it, as Two Face tried to snatch it away. "You really don't expect me to hand these over now. This is a teaser. You know Batgirl. Look at this picture of her lying naked with her mask on," he said handing the photo to Two Face.
"How do I know you haven't doctored this," snapped Two Face, gazing at the picture intently, as if by merely looking he could see through the Batmask.
"Simple, you don't. But I assume you'll check out her real identity and sooner or later you'll discover I'm not lying. Besides, I want Sorvino off my back, for good," said Harvey.
"Ok, ok, I'll talk to Sorvino and meet you back here in two nights," said Two Face.
"No....you'll talk to Sorvino and I'll have some flunky leave these for you somewhere. I'll call you. I don't want to be double crossed here," snarled Harvey.
Two nights later Two Face smiled and jumped up and down like a kid at Christmas. He looked at the pictures, taking in one, then the next and even he couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. A nude Batgirl, red hair flaming, lying nude on a bed, with a light brown haired, finely trimmed pussy. Her muscles fairly bulged out, she was in such good shape, he noted, not to mention the large breasts and nipples that stood at attention. He had a massive erection as he was unable to take his eye away from the photo. Then, he moved to the next one. He gasped as he saw the face of Batgirl, sans mask, for the first time ever. There lying on the bed, unconscious, was a girl in her late 20's, with short brown hair. Batgirl's mask and wig lay next to the body of Comissioner Gordon's daughter Barbara. "Ohhhhh....oh my God YES!!!' he shouted as he stared at Barbara Gordon's face. "Not it all makes sense! Oh Barbara. What wonderful things I have in store for you," he said jumping up again.
Four nights later, Batgirl was back in action patrolling the city. She felt awful, but took out her anger on two young muggers who tried to rape a young professinal woman returning to her car on a deserted street. It was no contest as Batgirl swung down and took both of the thugs out in a matter of a few swings. Otherwise, it was a quiet night as she returned to her apartment on the Batcycle.
Barbara entered her apartment in her robe, which she usually did after getting out of her costume. She heard a noise and startled, turned to see what it was when she gasped. Harvey Dent, Two Face, stood before her. She immediately knew she should not have gasped because she smelled something terrible. As she turned to escape, her head began to swim and her legs buckled as the front of her robe dropped open, revealing her in all her naked glory. The last thing she remembered was Two Face laughed as he leaned over her and kissed her on the breast before she passed out.
She awoke some time later. Groggy at first, she quickly regained consciousness as she recalled the nights events. Then began to panic as she realized she was chained to a bed. Her legs were pulled apart, her hands were chained as was her neck. Worse, she was naked with no mask. She uttered a gasp as she looked over and saw her Batgirl costume on a mannequin. "How did he know my secret," she wondered, knowing she was in real danger, not just from what was to come, but from the fact her identity had been compromised. She had know that if her secret identity ever became known, Barbara Gordon would become a prime target for every criminal in Gotham and even the police wouldn't be able to protect her. Her life wouldn't be worth two cents. She began to sweat as she lay there, wondering what lay in store.
An hour or so later, a decent time to let Batgirl wonder about her fate, Two Face entered.
"Hello, Batgirl. Or, should I call you, Barbara," he smiled as he caressed her hair.
"What do you want, Two Face," hissed Batgirl back at him. "And how did you discover my secret," she demanded.
Unfortunately for you, BARBARA," he said pronouning her name," a detective named Ed Gris discovered some photos taken of you on your lover's bed, passed out apparently. He immediately recognized you and, as they say, the rest is history," he grinned.
"One thing, my dear. You. I want to make love to you. And then, I want to kill you," he said leaning over and suckling a breast as he finished. "Actually, you should thank me," he said, stopping to suck the other breast for a moment. "If I had simply chosen to reveal your identity to the rest of my colleagues, your life, my dear, wouldn't be worth a Gotham bus ticket."
"Remind me to thank you later," said Barbara grimacing.
Two Face leaned over and produced a syringe. "Wha....what are you going to do with that," said Barbara, the bile of fear building up in her stomach.
"I'm goint to inject you with a very powerful aphrodisiac. In a while, you'll be begging me to make love to you, believe me," he laughed. "You remember your friend Poison Ivy. Well, she owned me a favor and gave me some of this when she found out you were going to be a guest," he said learning over to inject the clear solution into her right arm.
"No...don't" said Batgirl, wriggling to no avail. Within seconds she found herself almost floating. She felt so good...soooo good, she smiled at Two Face, although she hated herself for doing it.
"Can't...must concentrate," she thought to herself at the same time she could feel the passion stirring in her.
Two Face picked up something from under the table, then held it up for Barbara to see. It was the largest dildo she'd ever seen, although it was almost a relief. She had thought she was about to be raped, again. Mentally, she didn't know if she could endure another round of rape and torture.
"I think I'll just let the stew simmer for awhile, dear Barbara," Two Face said leaning over her as he inserted the already vibrating dildo into her.
"NO!!!! no......" she protested as she felt the warm, vibrating device enter her.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she moaned almost instantly feeling the sensations inside of her, gently vibrating her clitoris. The drug was having it's desired effect on her as she began to writhe and moan, trying to concentrate on ignoring the dildo in her, but it was futile. Within seconds she was building to an orgasm as Two Face watched, fascinated.
"My goodness...the crimefighter is a throughbred..." he said watching her hips gyrate.
Barbara closed her eyes, trying to think about anything other than what was happening to her. Hard as she tried though, the drug was too much. She simply could not resist the feelings deep inside of her as she let out a long primal like scream as she surrended.
"AAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" UUUUUMMPPPYHHHHHHHH" she screamed and screamed as her legs rocked as much as her restraints would allow. She could feel her heart beating, almost exploding inside of her chest as the orgasm took control of her body and mind. For about 10-seconds she became almost an animal, driven by desire as she lay there and screamed her pleasure.
She finally collasped, exhausted for the moment, and humiliated. Here was Batgirl, naked, unmasked and climaxing for Harvey Dent. She felt cheap.
"Now you know what it really feels like, enjoy," laughed Harvey as he inserted a wire into the vibrator. "This will allow you to obtain stimulation, but not allow you to climax, Batgirl. By the time I return, you'll be ready for a real man," he laughed as he left the room and locked the door.
"Ohhhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" Barbara knew she should try to escape. Had to. But the drug was too much as she lay there, being gently caressed, but unable to fulfill her now tremendous desires.
"Nooo....NOOOOOOO" she protested as he tried to gyrate her hips.
Several hours later Two Face returned. Barbara lay on the table, her eyes closed, moaning. She opened them as he leaned over and gently moved a finger across her light brown pussy.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh" she grimaced as she felt the wonderful feeling of his finger, inside of her for just the slightest moment. She knew the drug was making her horny, but she couldn't help herself. The torment of hours of gentle vibration had taken its toll.
Harvey withdrew the dildo from her as he learned over and kissed a breast.
"Pleaseeee....." gasped Batgirl, who could not believe she was literally begging Two Face to fuck her.
As he sucked her nipple her gently rubbed her clit with his finger, for just a moment.
"Please...don't stop....please....." begged Batgirl.
"No, sorry," he said, rubbing her clitoris even more.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" she groaned. "Please.....please....I need you...something....."
"I'm sorry, Batgirl, I want you to beg me," he said leaning over and flicking her clit with his large tongue.
"My God....please Harvey.....I'm begging you. Fuck me!!!! she pleaded looking down her naked body toward him.
"Well in that case," mumured Harvey as she mounted her on the table and unzipped his pants.
Barbara loathed what she was doing as she felt the penis of one of Gotham's most notorious criminals pause at the entrance to her body. Her entire body ached for his penis, even while her mind was replused at the thought. Suddenly, she felt him enter her for the first time, his long hard member splitting her labia, sliding past her light brown, fine-trimmed pussy and into her love canal, which opened for him.
"Ahhhhhh.....Batgirl....Barbara...you little slut. Now you're really mine," he said kissing her as he shoved his whole member all the way into Batgirl.
For Barbara, starved by hours of frustration, the reaction was almost immediate and intense. He entire mid-section began to shudder as she felt his rock hard member plunge in and out of her, rubbing her clitoris. She began to breathe heavy, her nipples hardened to stone as Harvey took one in his mouth and began to gently suck it and play with it with his tongue and teeth.
"Ummmpphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......her juices began to flow, almost stream out of her as she began a huge climax. Barbara shook, almost uncontrollably, as the orgasm built and built and built.
"My God....what has this drug done...to...." she didn't finish the thought as her mind exploded in a canopy of colors and her body seized, shaking almost like a seizure, the orgasm was so sustained and intense. She had never felt anything remotely like the sensation that gripped her. She had experienced intense orgasms in the past, but nothing anything like this.
"Ummppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........." PAUSE "UMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH" PAUSE "GGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" all she could do was managed moans as she continued to cum her hips going up and down in what little motion the restraints allowed as she screamed.
Harvey lay on top of the dazed panting heroine. He felt her seize around him, her muscles contracting around his penis, trying to squeeze every drop of his semen out of him. He could feel the once proud Batgirl wriggling underneath him, as she succummed to him.
"ARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he groaned as he came, shooting his seed into Batgirl's womb, far up inside of her. He could feel her labia gripping his penis, milking him.
Even as Barbara felt the joy of release, she felt the horrible emptiness of what she had just done. She had just been raped by one of Gotham's most notorius criminals and she had begged him. Plus, there was a real fear that since she hadn't had a lover in so long, she had gone off the pill which she had taken during her college years. She, Barbara Gordon, aka Batgirl, could be impregnated by this man she loathed. Still, her body continued to tense as she felt another oncoming orgasm rush out from her.
"My God.....what is this doing......." she didn't finish her thought as another massive shaking seizure struck her. She felt herself break out into a sweat, her entire body convulsing as she wrapped screamed and then passed out.
She awoke a short time later, the effects of the drug wearing off. She could now lift her head, as the head restraints had been lifted, but her arms and legs were still securely fastened. She looked down. Her midsection and pubic hair were matted with semen, wet and drying. Some still drained out of her body, which was still soaked with sweat.
The door opened. "Hello, lover. Willing to bet I can make you beg for more," he laughed flipping a coin. "Heads I win, tails, you lose," he cackled.
"What do you want, Two-Face," Barbara asked, wearily.
"Well, that's for me to know, and for you to find out," he said, producing a razor from underneath the table and some shaving cream.
As Barbara watched, Two Face lathered her pussy with shaving cream, then took the razor and began to sahve off her light brown pubic hair. She hadn't shaved it in awhile so Harvey scraped carefully as he first shaved her right and then left areas completely bald. He stood back and admired both the naked body of Batgirl, unmasked and naked before him. Never had he felt so much power. Batgirl was his, as he started at her, now clean shaven.
Although she was tired and horrified, Barbara was experiencing a strange sensation. She wanted to feel the incredible horniness that had overpowered her. In fact, she needed it and was beginning to get excited as she had watched Harvey shave her, a fact that horrified and distrubed her. Barbara offered little resistance as Harvey produced another syringe from beneath her table and again injected her. Almost immediately, she felt the overpowering urge to make love to Two Face. Her nipples began to harden and her clitoris became blood gorged as she began to sweat slightly. She looked into his eyes and he stared at her, each wanting the other. Then Harvey disrobed, casting off the one-piece he was wearing revealing his naked body. Half his face was horribly disfigured, thanks to Batman, but Barbara didn't care just then. He nested up to her, as he unlocked her manacles. This was her chance!!!! But even knowing that, couldn't stop the irresistible urge to fuck Harvey. Barbara could hardly believe it herself as she took her right hand and guided Two Face's very erect penis between her legs. He stopped for a moment, again savoring the thought he was fucking the Batgirl, before he plunged his penis into her, causing her to shudder and gasp.
She locked her arms around his back and the two began to get their hips into a rhythm, grunting and groaning.
Two Face could feel Barbara's pussy moisten to the point she was almost soaking wet as his rock hard dick plunged into her bald lips.
"UMMMPPPHHHHHHH.....OOOHHHHHHH.....UMmmmmppppppphhhhhhhhhh" screamed Batgirl as Harvey kissed her. He could feel her insides contracting as she came and came, then he let himself go, spewing his cum insider her walls, as the pair continued to rock passionately. As wrong as it was, Barbara didn't care. The drug had her in it's grips and the only thing she cared about was the sheer wonderfulness of the mightiness of the orgasms that rocked her body so violently, each one was like a seizure.
What Barbara didn't know was that the aphrodisiac she had been injected with was extremely addictive. Within the first use the user was not only hooked, but thought of little else other than sex. The pair continued to make love, as Two Face gradually allowed Barbara free movement around his headquarters. Barbara now could not even think of life without Two Face. She needed the man, loved him, worshipped him as the pair continued to make love several times a day.
Even under the spell of the drug, she was horrified. Barbara was aware on one level of what she was doing. However, she had no control to stop it. If she went without the drug for more than a day, Harvey would have her on her knees, giving him a blowjob, begging him for release.
Barbara Gordon was missing and so was Batgirl. For the first few months there was much discussion on Gotham. Some thought she was surely dead, the victim of a gang hit, while others speculated the Dark Angel had merely called it quits. The next part of his plan was about to proceed.
Harvey had what he wanted. He had defeated Batgirl, had a son with her and the sex was wonderful. But he was getting restless. He knew if he stopped the drug, Barbara would experience extreme withdrawl. In fact, Poison Ivy had advised him the withdrawl would likely be fatal to most humans, the effect was so great, most could not live without it.
"My GOOOODDDDD...Ohhhhhhhh...Harrrrrrrrrrrrrr...pllllleeeeeeeasssssseeeeee...." shouted Barbara as he pounded her, his pelvic bone slamming up against hers as she lay on the bed, her huge tits jiggling in front of him. Like he had many other times, Harvey had had her put on her old Batgirl costume. The main difference was that the instruments in her utility belt had been removed and her crotch and breast area had been cut out for easy access.
She closed her eyes, praying it was all a dream as she felt Harvey Two-Face shoot his semen into her unprotected womb yet again. She tried to resist the urge of the drug to satisfy herself as she rocked on Harvey's penis, but just then he removed himself from her.
"No....please....." she said to Harvey, trying to grab his penis and put it back inside of her unable to resist the lure of more sex, thanks to the powerful drug.
"Barbara," he said entering her fully again as he grabbed her and brought her close to him, feeling her breasts in his chest, "I like the sex. In fact, you're the best woman I've ever had and I've had some good ones, but I've decided to allow you to have, how shall we say, some more fun."
"What....ummmmphhhhhhhhh" she groaned, beginning to work herself into another orgasm.
"I'm was going to sell you to a criminal syndicate here in Gotham for $10 million. They can do whatever they want with you. Turn around and sell you to some rich shiek, make you into some kind of baby factory or kill you for all I care."
Even drugged as she was, Barbara was frozen with horror. Batgirl in the hands of criminals, or a sex slave to some of the most depraved criminals to inherit the planet. It was her worst nightmare coming true as she gasped.
"No.....pleaseeeeee.....Harvey....you can't.....they'll kill me," she looked down and began to cry, broken by the situation and her dilemma.
"Come on love, don't cry....the sex will be great, trust me," laughed Two Face as he took one of her breasts in his hand and began to suck on it.
"But I decided not to do it," he said looking up at her, as she exhaled, a sigh of relief. "I did decide that I want to be the one who killed Batgirl though, " he said, taking his massive hands as he began to choke her.
"Gaaaaaahhhhh........Gaaahhhhhhhhhhh" Batgirl struggled as she felt a vice like grip on her throat.
"Can't.....got to get control....." but just then he began to stroke her clitoris. Even as she was gasping for air, fighting for life, the drug took control as she lost her will to fight back.
"I decided it would be so much more fun to video tape the killing of Batgirl, as I fuck you, Batgirl, " he hissed.
"NO......Pl......." was all Barbara could utter as he tightened his grip. She knew this was the end. Batgirl's death, on camera, as she felt him pull the mask off her face for the camera.
"NOOOOOOO!" she screamed in her mind as everything went black and she slumped to the floor, Two Face's cock beginning to spew its seed into her body.
Just then there was the sound of a broken window and a blur. In an instant, cock was yanked out of her. The Huntress leaped into the room, knocking Two Face down, stunning him. As he struggled to get up she unleased an arrow at his chest.
ZIP......AHHHHHHHHHHH! Two Face screamed, a look of surprise and anguish on his face as he slumped.
Now Two Face, you are going to forget everything about this," the Huntress commanded to him. I've injected you with a hypnotic suggestion drug I developed. You will forget everything and anything you have had to do with Batgirl over the last four months. Is that understood?"
Yesssssssssssss.........Batgirl........forget........slurred Two Face his eyes glazed as he stared at the Huntress.
She quickly tied him up, then turned to Barbara who was regaining consciousness, still stunned.
"He should forget everything about you. Were there any videos or anything of you two he has?
"Ugh, yes....I...." stammered Barbara, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, "Yes, there were some videos."
I suggest you get them quickly. The trance won't last more than a half-hour so get dressed, get those videos and get out of here, I'll wait," Huntress said.
Barbara quickly put on her Batsuit, went to the video cabinet and took all the videos of the couple making love. Harvey had made about six, with intentions of selling them, along with the original pictures of her nude and unmasked Ed Gris had sold Harvey.
"There's one other thing, if you could," asked Barbara standing before the Huntress. She then explained the entire story to her, asking if she could also hypnotize Ed Gris.
LATER:
Barbara explained her absence by having Huntress hypnotize her father as well. He had kept up the payments on her apartment, however she lost her job as librarian. She returned to crime fighting a month later. Her personal life improved. She was still under the influence of the drug, which, because she had received so much over a long period, had long-lasting effects. She was extremely horny and enjoyed several one night encounters.