WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
This story contains scenes of violence, rape, bondage and other sexual situations which are not appropriate for anyone under the age of eighteen. If you are under the age of eighteen, do not read this story. If you are offended by this material, do not read any further.
Batgirl, Batman, Gotham City and all other characters, were created by and are copyrighted by and are property of DC Comics. This story has been written solely to occupy my free time. No compensation has been or will be received for this story. This story is purely for entertainment purposes and cannot be redistributed for the purposes of making money or profit.
Any similarity between names characters and places in this story are purely coincidence.
Note: The following story is based on a story first done by GW. It picks up where his story ends.
Prologue: Barbara Gordon is now a Senator with children. For weeks the congresswoman has been reading of the exploits of a criminal wearing her old costume. The person is actually the daughter of the Tigress, a woman accidentally killed during a battle with Batgirl years before. The pair finally meet one night on a rooftop after Barbara has put on her Batgirl costume again.
Batgirl and Tigercub faced one another. “I’m sorry about your mother. I never intended for her…” but before she could finish her sentence Tigercub lashed out with a lightening blow. Batgirl put her arm up to easily deflect the arm, however the years of inactivity took their toll. As she lifted her arm she failed to detect Tigercub’s vicious kick, which slammed into Batgirl’s groin, doubling her over in pain.
“Aaiieeeeee” Batgirl moaned in pain as Tigercub sent another quick kick into her ribs. Batgirl’s eye’s widened as she realized putting on her costume had been a giant mistake. She was in no shape to fight someone half her age. She fought for breath as one after another fist and kick rained down onto her, Batgirl by now too dazed to respond. Batgirl fell to the ground and rolled to give herself some time to recover. As she got up another she lost her balance as a thunderous punch smacked into her stomach, robbing her of what little breath she had left.
“My God….can’t be defeated. Got to do something,” she thought to herself, fighting off the rising panic of being so quickly defeated.
“So, the great Batgirl isn’t so great after all, hey, Grandma,” taunted Tigercub, spitting out the last word with distain. “You killed my mother, now I’m going to kill you, bitch,” she said standing over a dazed Batgirl, as she began punching her senseless.
“No…please….I…didn’t….” but Batgirl couldn’t even finish her sentence as Tigercub’s punches slammed into her body as Batgirl struggled to grab her utility belt.
Tigercub suddenly stopped and paused, as Batgirl crawled away on all fours, desperate to get away. She slowly stood, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air as Tigercub watched her.
A smile appeared on Tigercub’s face as Batgirl fumbled with her utility belt.
“What? You think you’re going to defeat me now with some trick, Batgirl. Perhaps kill me like you did my mother? No way,” she screamed heaving herself toward the Dark Angel. Tigercub collided with Batgirl, smashing her into a brick wall.
“Ummmmmmphhhhhhhhh” cried the crimefighter as she felt more pain that she had ever felt and crumpled to the ground.
“I thought you would be in better shape after all these years, Batgirl,” laughed Tigercub, picking the crime fighter up by the front of her costume. “But I can see, you’re too soft,” she hissed as she hurled the masked avenger off the roof and down onto the pavement below.
Batgirl was still shocked by the beating and gasping for air as she felt her body hurled to the street below. Her once lightning quick responses were muted and she had no time to do anything before her body landed with a sickening thud.
Batgirl landed sure that several of her bones were broken. She lay on the pavement in shock. Fortunately a pile of old papers had broken her fall, but she was still in desperate shape. She coughed and tried to no avail to get up as she struggled for breath. As she looked up she saw Tigercub standing over her.
“I figured you might have nine lives, just like Catwoman Batgirl. So, unlike all those idiot criminals you fought for so long, I came down here to make sure you were finished off,” she said grabbing Batgirl again by the front of her costume and hoisting her up so her face was eye level with hers.
“First, though, let’s find out your biggest secret and have some fun,” she said, grasping Batgirl’s mask by an ear and lifting her cowl and wig.
“NO!!” Batgirl gasped as she felt her cowl being lifted off her face for the first time ever.
“So, you’re not a redheard after all darling,” she said throwing the cowl to the ground as she looked at the face of Barbara Gordon. “My God. I recognize you. You’re some big shot political bitch,” she said, a giant smile forming on her face.
“Please….I didn’t mean to kill….” Barbara gasped before being silenced by a slap across the face.
“Silence, bitch. Or I will kill you right here,” screamed Tigercub. “Boys, ever fucked a congresswoman,” she said throwing Batgirl to the ground as three large men appeared. Do whatever you want with her, just leave her alive enough for me,” she ordered the three hulks as she walked away.
“Please…Tigercub…” but before she could finish a large hand covered her mouth while several pairs of other hands removed her utility belt and costume.
“No…please….” Batgirl pleaded as she squirmed. Even as she resisted, sharp knives quickly cut away her costume and in moments she lay on the pavement, her breasts heaving with fear, her thighs tight trying to protect her brown public mound.
There was little Barbara Gordon could do to resist. Several of her ribs had been broken so Batgirl could offer little resistance as the men began a brutal rape of the once proud crimefighter. She tried to resist, but the effort lasted only seconds as she felt her legs pulled apart and a huge penis forced into her.
“Nooo…..ggggaaaaaaaaaa….” was all she could manage as two thugs held her down while the third brutally raped her. In her worst nightmares it had never been this bad. Naked, broken and raped, Barbara Gordon, aka Batgirl lay there for hours as the three thugs raped and sodomized her. She begged and pleaded for them to stop, but the more she begged the more it seemed to excite the men. Hours later, she lay there, semen oozing from her pussy and ass, her body spotted with bruises, cum seeping from her mouth as she lay in shock, stunned by what had transpired. Still, not quite believing Batgirl could have been defeated so easily. The men put a studded collar on her and half-dragged, the dazed crimefighter to a nearby van and the fate which awaited her.
The 44-year old congresswoman and crimefighter awoke some time later. She lay nude on a bed, her arms and legs stretched and chained, a restraint around her neck. Her mask and wig had been placed back on her. Although she was 44, her body was still in good shape. Not the shape she was in in her 20s as Batgirl, but her figure still measured 36-24-36. All she could do was stare at the ceiling. She had never felt so vulnerable. Her secret identity now revealed. What would her husband and kids think. She had never revealed her life as Batgirl to them. Now, she had placed them all in terrible danger.
“My dear Ms. Gordon,” said the Tigercub as she entered. “I hope you’re comfortable,” she said bending over and pulling a hair from Barbara’s pubic mound.
“Please, you don’t understand. It was an accident when your mother died. She slipped..”
“Silence, SLAP….SLAP….SLAP…..SLAP….screamed Tigercub as she delivered five hard slaps to Batgirl’s face. “You are now my slave. You will speak when spoken to and you will do as I say. Or,” she smiled and produced a picture of Barbara’s family, “they will pay for your bad behavior.
Barbara meekly nodded as Tigercub produced a syringe. “I am going to destroy you, Barbara Gordon. But, merely killing you would result in a few hours worth of joy. I want to see you suffer as I did,” she hissed, injecting the contents of the syringe into Barbara’s thigh. “I’m sure you’ve heard of the drug Ectasy. Meet Climax, a newer, synthetic drug which will make you crave sex so much you’ll fuck the doorknob and not care.”
Almost instantly Barbara could feel herself moisten, despite the fact her mind was screaming at her not to succumb.
“Got to fight it. Can’t let this bitch win,” she vowed, “or my family will never see me or be free again,” even as she fought the rising sensation in her groin.
Tigercub leaned over and let her finger find Barbara’s clitoris. “I’d be willing to bet my life, no, er your life, Batgirl, that this feels good,” she laughed as Barbara, despite herself, let out a moan.
“Well, let’s begin your training with this,” as Tigercub produced a large dildo and inserted it into Barbara’s wet pussy. “I’ll turn it on low. But one thing, dear. It has sensors which will turn it off whenever you’re ready to climax. In a few hours, you’ll be begging my men to fuck you,” she said turning the device on.
Instantly Barbara’s back arched. Despite her broken bones and other injuries every pore in her body seemed like it had been turned into a giant clitoris.
“My God…have never felt so much pleasure….Ohhhhhhhhhhh” she moaned as she closed her eyes. “UUMMMMMMMMM”
An hour later Barbara lay panting on the table, sweat glistening from her body. She was so ashamed of herself. All she wanted to do was come, but could not. What kind of person had she become, she wondered in frustration. The door opened and the three henchmen who had raped her entered. All were naked. One leaned over and removed the dildo.
“Can’t surrender…” she vowed to herself as the first one leaned over and began to lick he pussy. “OHHHHHH…OHHHHHHHH…”she moaned. Barbara resisted for a few minutes until she was about to orgasm. The man licking her stopped, as did the one suckling her breasts.
“NO!!! Please…don’t stop….” She heard herself beg. “I….”
“What do you need, slut?” asked one of the men. “I…..I…need you,” she almost moaned.
She felt her chains unfastened as one of the men kneeled between her legs. “What do you need,” he smiled.
Barbara hesitated. She knew it was the effects of the drug, but she could not help herself. She had been raped and beaten. She needed to feel the touch and hold of another person.
“I need you,” she answered, placing her hands behind his back and brining her to him. He placed his cock so it just touched her labia, her neatly trimmed bush just touching his large erect cock.
“Pleeeassseeeee……” she begged as she thrust her hip, sending his member up into her. “YYEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS” she screamed as she threw him down so she mounted him, his cock moving further inside of her as she looked down at him. It only took a moment for a massive orgasm to rip through her, shaking her body, releasing a flood of love juices as she shook with a thunderous orgasm, which was quickly followed by a half-dozen, each of equal intensity.
“Batgirl….your mask…take it off,” commanded her second lover as she thrust up and down on his cock. Batgirl had to admit, she had had dreams of bondage fetish and had always harbored a secret desire to be fucked as Batgirl and then unmasked as she came.
“Ummmmppphhhh…..GGGGGAAAAADDDDDDDD” she screamed as she grabbed her mask and yanked it and the wig off, revealing her face.
As the night wore on, Barbara milked each man until he was dry, often with one man in her pussy, another in her anus as she sucked the third. She had never experienced anything so intense. Finally after five hours, she fainted from exhaustion, as yet another orgasm washed over her and she collapsed on the cock of one of her tormentors.
Tigercub watched on a nearby TV monitor. “This tape of Batgirl being fucked and unmasked will bring billions,” she thought. “Congresswoman Barbara Gordon, Batgirl, in a porn movie. Oh my. If this doesn’t destroy her career, I don’t know what will,” she laughed.
Four weeks later….Barbara Gordon had been brutally beaten several times, subjected to countless injections and fuck fests. Her self esteem was almost zero as she lay in her cell, a studded dog collar around her neck the only thing she had on. Meantime, the world buzzed with the disappearance of Congresswoman Gordon. Speculation was rampant, her family devastated. Fortunately, her husband Alan had discovered an old friend of Barbara’s who was helping him deal with his grief. Paige, as the Tigercub called herself, had passed herself off as an old, close friend of Barbara’s. Finally, one night, overcome with grief, Barbara’s husband found himself in bed with the younger woman, his member pounding out the frustration of losing his wife in the pussy of Tigercub. In the weeks that followed, Barbara’s four children fell in love with the 25-year old, who often bought presents for them and was there almost 24-hours a day in their lives, except for brief periods when she had to “care for her grandmother.”
Finally, things were ready for the final part of her plan. It was announced on the internet that videotapes would be available, that would not only reveal who Batgirl was, but what she was doing today. An entire history of her life would be made available. The tape was being done with the consent of Batgirl who would reveal herself to the world on tape. Voice print analysis of Batgirl and the voice of the woman who would reveal herself as Batgirl would reveal they were one and the same. The entire world buzzed for a week about the source of the tape and what was one it. Meantime, Congresswoman Barbara Gordon’s sudden disappearance faded from the headlines. World news organizations were told the video would first be beamed via satellite from an unknown location.
Using her computer knowledge Tigercub faced her computer. Barbara did not know what was going on, but sat nearby. She knew what would happen to her family if she failed to cooperate. She was craving the Climax drug, which she hadn’t had now for three days. Her mind was clearing some, even if her spirit was gone.
“Batgirl. So glad you could join us. Remember what I said about destroying you? Well, welcome to your public unveiling. Soon, Batgirl will be the most famous person in the world,” she gushed.
Barbara sat listening. Something about this was not right. She had a bad feeling. She knew her secret was going to come out. She feared how it would impact her father and her family. Her families lives would be immediately placed into jeopardy from the remaining criminals still living who had faced Batgirl.
“Watch the countdown and the monitor please,” commanded Tigercub. The tape counted down to zero, as the monitor showed the tape of her first day. Drugged, Batgirl slid up and down on the massive member of one of Tigercub’s men until she came.
“Oh…did I say this was being beamed via satellite to the entire world, Barbara.
Barbara watched, transfixed, unable to do anything as she screamed and pulled her mask off, revealing the face of Barbara Gordon, in complete ecstasy.
“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Screamed Barbara horrified as she watched herself. For the next several moments several other love scenes of her and other men filled the screen. Then an announcer came on and said, “The reason Congresswoman Barbara Gordon disappeared is that she tired of her old life. She wanted back the excitement she had as Batgirl and has decided adult movies are what she wants to do now. Watch for more of Batgirl and Congresswoman Gordon coming to a video rental store near you.
“NOOOO….no….no…..” sobbed Barbara.
“But Barbara. I want you to watch something else, smiled Tigercub. “Remember I said I would destroy you. Watch!!” she commanded, grasping the older woman’s chin and directing it to the monitor.
As she did an image of Barbara’s husband flashed on the screen. Then the Tigercub entered and the pair began to make love.
“My God….nooooo….nooo…it can’t be. It can’t be…Alan????
“Your Alan is now mine, Barbara as are your children. You’re ruined. A porn star, remember? What do you think your children will think of you now, Barbara?, the younger woman hissed.
The plan worked perfectly, thought Tigercub. Batgirl was completely broken. After the broadcast she noted a change in the Dark Angel. She gave up. She completely surrendered to the drug and became an enthusiastic partner in the lovemaking. Over the next several days, a number of videos were made until Tigercub decided it was time for the final part of her plan.
Barbara lay on the bed, begging Tigercub for more Climax. “Pleasssseee….pleaseeeeee Tiger Cub….I want just a little more….” Batgirl begged.
“Ok, Batgirl, but I warn you, this is more potent than ever.
Barbara smiled as she felt the drug enter her. The 44-year old had never felt more alive as she mounted her partner and began to rock back and forth, faster and faster, harder and harder, as her partner sucked her breasts.
“Fuck me…fuck me….slam me,” Barbara screamed, her body building to a thunderous orgasm.
“Oh my Godddddddddd….” She screamed. This time it felt like a freight train struck her as the orgasm thundered through her. “GGGGAAADDDDDD…..GAAAHHHH….” was all she could scream as she shuddered. The look of pleasure on her face turned to horror as she realized she was having a heart seizure, even as her clitoris throbbed and built towards another orgasm.
“Got to stop it….noooo…” she thought, realizing her predicament. She closed her eyes, trying to stop the onrushing orgasm, not realizing she was still rocking back and forth on her partner’s erect cock.
He knew what to do. What he had been ordered to do. He brought his tongue to her breasts and sucked them, taking one between his lips.
“Noooooo…pleaseeeeee….” Batgirl begged knowing what was about to happen. “I beg…….AAAHHHHH….AAAAAHHHHHHH…..” she screamed as she came, still feeling her heart about to burst…..AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEE’ as Barbara’s entire body shuttered, her pussy exploding in ecstasy, her face contorted in horror as she realized what was occurring and how powerless she was to stop the final act of her life. She felt her heart burst and she slumped down.
“You killed her. You killed her!!” screamed Tigercub, a look of sheer joy on her face as she stood over the silent body of Batgirl, still impaled on her lover’s cock.
The man who had been making love to Batgirl placed his hand over her heart, between her breasts.
“No pulse. She’s dead for sure,” he smiled, as he lowered the Dark Angel off his cock and placed her body on the bed, her face up for the cameras to capture Barbara’s Gordon’s last appearance.
THE END