"Wow, Carol, look at this," exclaimed her boyfriend, Lance. "Batgirl took out an entire gang of four hoods and saved this guy and his wife from being murdered during a robbery," as he read from that mornings Gotham Gazette. "Yea,...great.." sighed Carol. She was getting tired of her boyfriend's fascination with Batgirl. The pair was engaged and had been dating for two years. Even so, during that entire time she had resigned herself to her boyfriend's fixation with the Dark Angel. "Wish I could do what she does," thought Carol to herself. Not that she couldn't. At 26, the black haired, blue-eyed, aerobics instructor regularly worked out at the local Powerhouse Gym and had a physique that she bet even Batgirl would be proud of. "Oh well," she thought, " let him have his fantasy."
Two weeks later she and Lance were having dinner when he blurted out, "Did the see the paper today, honey?"
"No," Carol replied, "honey I've been at work, then the gym, why?"
"Batgirl busted up some drug ring where they were selling dancers at clubs to men for drugs. Man she is really something."
"Yea....I'm sure she is darling," smiled Carol, but inside she was boiling. What the hell was this fixation on this bitch, she thought. All he seems to talk about lately is her. The next day she had a day off while Lance was at work in his job as a construction supervisor. Carol was dusting when she accidentally knocked out a book. Between it was a manila folder. "What the heck?" she said as she opened it. Inside it were various pictures and drawings of Batgirl, some were clearly photomanipulated to show a naked Batgirl.
"THAT BASTARD," she said, throwing down the folder. "I've had it with him and her. I'll show him I'm better than that bitch in some cheap costume."
The next day Carol signed up for karate lessons at the gym and talked with her trainer about increasing her workouts. "I want muscles. I want to be in the best shape of any woman out there," she vowed as she bench pressed a 120 pound barbell.
Her trainer, Carl, was a great coach and together, with her Ninjitsu instructor Ken, Carol quickly progressed. Within three months even Lance was beginning to take notice.
"There's something I can't put my finger on, but something different about you, honey," he said as lay on Carol's bed, their two sweat soaked bodies still entwined. "You're stronger, you're muscles are showing. You seem more...ah confident."
"I am honey," she said, gently scratching his back with a nail. "What until you see what I have planned for you," kissing him.
Carol continued to workout daily, increasing her bench presses, running several miles a day and quickly progressing in her karate skills. In addition, she began visiting several clothing shops and military surplus stores, searching for the right equipment to launch her plan.
The pair was slated to be married in six months. Carol wanted to ensure her plan was working well before then. "Another few months, and I should be ready," she thought to herself one night as Lance crowed about another Batgirl escapade.
WHACK.....WHACK....WHACK....WHACK the sounds of Carol fighting reverberated off the walls of the gym.
"Man...you are the best student I've ever had. And I've had some great students. Guys and women who went on to be in the movies," gushed Ken a couple months later. "You have progressed as far as I can take you, Carol. Hell, you can kick my ass now, you're so good."
Carol smiled as she thanked Ken and walked from the gym. Later that night she stood in front of a mirror. Her muscles were well toned, not too prominent, but you certainly noticed them. Her jet black hair fell down to a point half-way on her back between her waist and shoulders. She could easily pass for a model, albeit a well-built one as she admired her breasts, which sagged not an inch.
Several nights later Carol slipped into an abandoned building near one of Gotham's deserted alleys and put on her new clothes. She put on a costume almost identical to Batgirl, except the bat symbol appeared wide, across her entire chest and the costume was entirely in gray. No yellow boots or gloves, but gray. She even carried a military surplus utility pouch with some items not sold over-the-counter. She put on her costume, then pulled down her mask and black wig. "Wouldn't do for anyone to recognize me," she smiled as she pulled down the cowl. Unlike Batgirl, she had no cape, and she did carry a double-barreled gun. One chamber was a regular gun, the other carried a stun device that carried a wire and an electrical charge potent enough to paralyze anyone who came within 20-feet and got hit.
Carol had spent months waiting for this moment. She was enraged by her boyfriends fixation with Batgirl. The only way to solve that would be for her to kick Batgirl's ass and have everyone witness it. Then, she would reveal herself to her boyfriend. She would call herself, Batwoman, since, she reasoned, she wasn't a girl, but a woman. She was nervous but confident as she headed out into the alley. She had also read up on Batgirl and knew this was a frequent area of Batgirl's patrol.
She wasn't disappointed. Several hours later, she watched as a man in his late teens accosted a couple. As he threw the man to the ground and pulled a gun, Batwoman appeared.
"No you don't," she said knocking the gun from his hand and throwing him to the ground. Before he knew what had hit him, Batwoman had cuffed him.
"Wow, Batgirl....thanks" blurted the woman as she helped her date up.
"Don't thank Batgirl, thank Batwoman," she said.
"Batwoman...are you any relation to Batgirl," the woman said.
"No....let's just say this town needs a woman to help a girl," she laughed as she disappeared into an alley.
The next day the Gazette carried a page one story headed, "Is There A New Bat Flying?"
"Carol...wow....read this.." exclaimed Lance shoving the paper at her. "Some lady named Batwoman saved a guys life last night during an apparent robbery. Same kind of costume as Batgirl, only more bats on it and her hair is jet black. Whoa!!!!"
"Let me see it, honey," said Carol reading the article.
Over the next couple weeks the paper carried several articles detailing how the new Batwoman had helped a number of people.
Barbara Gordon sat in her apartment, perplexed. What is going on, she thought, reading that day's paper. Who is this new Batwoman and what does she want. Barbara couldn't shake the bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Men and women just didn't decide to become crime fighters. Worse still, they usually wound up dead or injured without the proper training. Still, she couldn't decided whether it was jealousy or caution that tugged at her. At 29, she was in top shape, but growing tired of the beatings and mental stress of the job. Her social life was in a shambles, her one recent love interest was dead, largely because of her (see What's Love Got to Do With It) and she was growing weary of being a protector of Gotham.
Over the next month Carol's adventures as Batwoman drew more attention than Batgirl. Papers were having a field day with the new crime fighter. Even Batman was quoted as saying he was interested in meeting, "a fellow crime-fighter."
Carol smiled one early evening as her and Lance lay in bed, the pair still panting from their enthusiastic lovemaking session. She glanced at her watch and as she did Lance noticed.
"Hey, baby what's the hurry. You got somebody else on the line tonight?
"No, silly. You know I've got to teach a private class tonight. I'll be home later," she smiled as she kissed him. Carol headed back to the small studio apartment she had rented, unknown to Lance or anyone else. Her Batwoman costumes were all kept in a locked closet, and the apartment had its own back entrance which opened into an alley. Plus, it was a short jump up to a neighboring buildings roof. She quickly donned her Batwoman costume. She had come to love the feeling of putting on the material made of Kelvar. It gave her an incredible rush of power as she stood in front of the mirror, watching the transformation from Carol Hughes to Batwoman.
Not far away, Barbara Gordon was going through much of the same procedure. She had just about completed putting her costume on save for her utility belt and mask. She hooked her utility belt, then brought her mask and wig up and over her head, completing the transformation to Batgirl, the Dark Angel.
The old jeweler had just locked his door and checked the alley. He had several hundred thousand dollars in diamonds with him as he rechecked the alley. The coast was clear he smiled as he quickly stepped into the alley to his nearby car. He was just opening the door to the Mercedes when a jolt of pain surged through him and he found himself sprawled on the ground.
"Going someplace, pop?" asked a voice as several young toughs came from behind a dumpster wielding clubs and knives.
"Please...don't hurt me. The jewels, they are yours. Just leave me," he pleaded.
"Yea. We'll leave you all right," hissed one of the men, "dead."
"No....no....help...." was all the old man was able to mutter before the gang attacked him.
"No you don't," cried out Batwoman as she swung in from a nearby rooftop taking out two of his attackers at once. "Think you boys can handle a woman," she taunted facing the remaining four.
"Get the bitch!" one of the toughs yelled as Batwoman swung into action. Her foot caught the first one, knocking him cold. Her lighting like fists took out the next before a throw from a batrang like device in her hand silenced the third.
"Now it's just you and me, kid" laughed Batwoman, enjoying the confrontation. He swung at her, but faked a kick. As she dodged Batwoman jerked right into the piece of pipe he was holding.
"Ummpphhhhhh" she gasped, taking a hit in the ribs. He swung again, but this time Batwoman was ready and with one move grabbed his other free hand and slammed him headfirst into the dumpster.
The old man was on his feet, hugging and thanking her instantly.
"Thank you, thank you, Batwoman. You saved my life. What can I do to repay you...anything...anything..
"Nothing...nothing. I'm just glad I could help," replied Batwoman. "Now get outta here before these guys decide they want more," she said.
As the old man left there was a movement behind her. She whirled and her heart skipped a beat as she faced Batgirl.
"Very good. In fact, very, very good, Batwoman," said Batgirl with a twinge of jealousy. Just what's your angle anyway. Are you looking for praise, to get even with somebody? What?" demanded the Dark Angel standing face to face with the slightly taller Batwoman.
"Leave me alone," said Batwoman, turning away from Batgirl, hoping the Dark Angel would try something to provoke her.
"Not so fast," said Batgirl, grabbing Batwoman by the left shoulder.
Her training paid off, because what happened next was so quick Batgirl never knew what hit her. First Batwoman countered with a vicious jab to Batgirl's stomach with her right elbow, followed quickly by a quick punch with the back of her fist in the fact as Batgirl was stunned by the first blow. Batwoman had inserted a metal plate in the back of her gloves so when she hit her victims, they really felt it. Batgirl grabbed her head, which exploded in stars as she staggered back. Batwoman countered with a thunderous kick to Batgirl's groin with a steel-tiped boot.
"ARRRGGHHHH" screamed Batgirl as her legs collapsed. She had never been beaten so quickly by a foe. Before she could begin to regain her breath, Batwoman began to pummel her with one kick and fist after another. Batgirl was so stunned she could only put up her hands as her body absorbed one hit after another.
Batwoman hoisted Batgirl up by the front of her costume, holding her up to her with one hand, Batgirl's body limp from the beating.
"I've had it with girls, Batgirl," she spat. "You're finished and I'm the new Bat in Gotham. You..."
WHAM "UGGHHHHH" Batwoman screamed in agony as Batgirl, summoning her last reserves of strength, kicked Batwoman in the groin.
The pair faced each other for the first time. Batgirl's chest was still heaving from the beating the older woman had taken, while Batwoman was barely breaking a sweat. Each circled the other, kicking and jabbing for several minutes trying to gain an advantage, until Batgirl connected, landing a fearsome punch that almost broke Batwoman's jaw. Batwoman knew that Batgirl was still out of breath however, as she quickly sent a series of punches toward Batgirl that she fended off, but caused her to tire even more. Then Batgirl leaped high into the air, bringing her classic launch kick into action, a move Batwoman had watched often on tape and was expecting. As she did, Batwoman grabbed the top of a reinforced iron trashcan can she had nearby as Batgirl's kick hit the iron plate.
"AWWWWWWW" Batgirl cried, landing on one foot as Batwoman counterattacked, grabbing Batgirl's ankle and twisting it until she heard a distinct, CRACK.
Batgirl landed with a thud as Batwoman picked her up and threw her against the nearby wall of the building, then slammed her back against it, again and again and again and again, until she let go of the crimefighter and she collapsed in a heap at her feet, blood oozing from her mouth her busted ankle rendering her left foot helpless and throbbing with shooting pain.
Batwoman took a knife from her utility belt out and sliced Batgirl's costume down the middle and around her shoulder, revealing her bra. Then, she took her hands and ripped Batgirl's bra apart, as her chest spilled out.
"Please....what have I done to you that you hate me this much?" mumbled Batgirl, still dazed by her beating, too weak to offer much resistance.
"Nothing my dear," replied Batwoman. "I want to beat you. To vanquish you. To finish your career right here, once and for all," she said leaning over inches from Batgirl's still masked face.
Then she sliced away Batgirl's pants and panties, revealing her brown pussy, as she tore away the fabric with her gloves leaving her naked almost to her boots.
Then, she stopped and stood over the beaten heroine. She leaned over and put one hand each on Batgirl's cheek.
Batgirl couldn't stop herself from gasping as she realized what was about to occur. "No, please.....don't," she pleaded lifting a trembling hand in a feeble attempt to stop her mask from being removed.
Batwoman slapped her hand back, grabbed her mask with both hands and lifted up. Batgirl cried as her hands grabbed Batwoman's hands as she lifted off Batgirl's mask along with her wig, revealing the face of Barbara Gordon.
"Noooooooooo" cried Batgirl, realizing her most closely held secret was now out.
WHAM!!! Another thunderous punch sent Batgirl dropping to the ground from her knees, her eyes wide with fear as she hit the concrete.
Batwoman held up the mask and wig, then flung it next to Batgirl.
"Barbara Gordon?" said Batwoman, smiling. "I recognize you from the pictures of you and your father at charity events. You're Batgirl? Or should I say you were, Batgirl? she said, quickly opening a pouch in her belt and taking a picture of the nearly nude body and face of Barbara Gordon staring back at her, the mask and wig of Batgirl heaped beside her.
"I could expose you right here and now, Batgirl, but I won't. Here's the deal. You announce your retirement immediately, blaming it on a beating you took from some thugs. Say it was time for you to go, bla, bla, bla. If I see you anywhere, in any shape or form, I will kill you next time, your father and any friends of yours. Or I simply put it out on the Internet for anyone to see, including Gotham's various criminal elements and we'll see how long you live," she laughed.
Then Batwoman lifted Batgirl up by her belt and ran her into a wall several more times as Batgirl screamed in pain from her broken ankle.
"How you get back is your problem, honey," said Batwoman, loosening Batgirl's utility belt and draping it over her shoulder. She also knelt down, picked up the mask of wig and Batgirl and said, "I can use this as a trophy. Batgirl, this is a rough neighborhood and you're very naked. Tah, tah," she said disappearing into the night.
Somehow, Batgirl made it back to her nearby cycle, although she had to crawl most of the way. She had to cover herself with trash several times to hide from several men who walked through the alley. Finally, just as the sun came up, a naked and still bleeding Batgirl made it to her apartment. At 29, she knew she was finished. The other woman had beaten her easily and convincingly. She went to police headquarters the next evening and announced her retirement to Commissioner Gordon and Chief O'Hara. The papers screamed the announcement to a shocked Gotham. After more than a decade, Batgirl had retired.
In her apartment Carol Hughes read the paper to Lance. "Look at this, honey. It says Batgirl has decided to hang it up in favor of her successor, Batwoman."
"Yeah, well I hear that Batwoman is pretty hot," replied Lance gulping down a high protein shake.
That night when Lance came in, the lights were off but the television was on. Curious, he looked at the TV only to see what looked like Batgirl and Batwoman fighting.
"What the hell," he thought, sitting down to watch. It was a tape of the events two nights earlier. Batwoman had planned the entire event, including the thugs and had planted the camera to capture her moment of truth. Lance watched the video, not sure it wasn't some sort of gag tape when suddenly, Batwoman appeared in front of him.
"Batwoman?" he gasped. "Is this tape real? What are you doing here?' he could barely squeak out a question as Batwoman grabbed and kissed him deeply.
His thoughts of Batgirl melted as he felt the firm mounds of breast pushing against him and the hard body. He looked into the eyes behind the black mask.
Batwoman released him, and with one arm, grabbed her mask and threw it off, revealing his girlfriend, Carol Hughes.
"Carol, is this some sort of joke?"
"No joke, honey. I'm Batwoman. That's what I've been doing the past few months."
"Holy shit," he cried as he grabbed her, kissing her. The pair kissed, then soon fell into bed for some of the most incredible sex Carol Hughes had ever experienced. She had her man back...for good. Now it was on to the next phase of her plan.
What does Batwoman plan next? Will Batgirl return or has she retired for good? How will Batman fit into all this? Stay tuned to Part 2.
Part 2
To say she didn't love the attention and accolades of being Batwoman would be an understatement. Carol Hughes got off on seeing Batwoman in the paper. In fact, over the next several weeks, Batwoman drew more ink that Batman (Robin had retired and moved away). Not a word was heard from Batgirl, and from time to time Batwoman checked up on her. Barbara Gordon was still nursing her broken ankle and seemingly was living a quiet life of retirement.
Kicking the asses of criminals was fun, but Carol knew being a superheroine didn't pay. And neither did her job as an aerobics instructor. Lance barely made anything so one night she decided to hatch her other plan.
Bruce Wayne sat in the Batcave, sipping a Diet Coke as he, minus his Batman costume, focused on any clues for the identify of this new Batwoman. She worried him. The sudden disappearance of Batgirl from the scene as this new superheroine arrived just didn't smell right to him. But then again...he had been wrong before.
Several nights later Batman scoped out the underground vault that had once served as a civil defense shelter during the 60's. Long abandoned, he suspected the site may be one that was now being used to store some stolen highly toxic U.S. Army nerve gas. Rubble was strewn across the large room as he entered and walked from one room to the next, the only sounds were the CRINK of his boots on rocks and other debris that had fallen from the ceiling. He stopped as his light caught a glimpse of something shiny. Over there, he thought, shining his light to his left.
"Ah....the cannisters are here after all," he thought. He heard noises, voices, coming from a neaby room. Batman doused the light and headed for the small room, tucked away in a far corner, one he almost missed.
SHOOM!!! as Batman burst into the room, knocking down two thugs talking. He quickly turned and punched the third when he felt something on his arm.
"Croc?" he said, but as he twisted, Croc quickly grabbed Batman in a massive bear hug.
"ARGGHHHHH" shouted Batman as the muscled, massive villian pulled with all his might.
"Ghnnnnnnnn" gasped Batman, unable to break Croc's mightly hold. Suddenly, just as Batman felt himself losing consciousness, Croc released his hold, throwing Batman away from him as the Bat felt a hammer hit the back of his beat with a withering blow, sending the Caped Crusader to the floor in a heap. Batman turned and rolled, even as he felt a massive two by four strike him in the ribs.
"Ummmmphhhhhhhh" he exhaled as he fought for breath. He landed a punch as Croc tried to pick him up, knocking the large villian into the nearby wall. Batman got to his feet, then jumped, hoping to use his strength and weight to knock the Croc down once and for all. Midway through his leap his face went blank with surprise as the Croc suddenly turned and produced a massive still beam, which struck Batman squarely in the chest.
"AHHHHHHHHH" he screamed as he collasped into a heap, badly hurt, his ribs broken.
As he struggled to get up, still dizzy, a blur smashed into Croc, sending the giant villian sailing. As Batman struggled to his feet, Batwoman produced a gun and fired point blank at Croc, sending a massive jolt of electricity into him, as the thug hit the floor, temporarily paralyzed as he moaned on the floor.
"Thought you might need some help, Batman," said Batwoman, leaning over and helping the Caped Crusader onto his feet full.
"Thanks. It's Batwoman, I presume," he said extending his gloved hand, but coughing with blood even as he did so.
"We've got to get you to a hospital Batman. I'm afraid you may have some serious internal injuries," Batwoman said.
Batman knew he couldn't drive home. His chest felt like someone had ripped it apart and he was so weak he could barely move. Plus he was coughing up blood. He had no choice.
"You drive. I'll tell you....COUGH....where to...COUGH...go," he said, handing the keys to the Batmobile over to Batwoman, and staggering as he did.
The pair got into the Batmobile, as Batwoman pratically dragged the quickly weakening Batman into the car.
"Where to?" she asked as she started up the car, feeling her insides getting juicy as she thought about the situation that only a few months earlier she couldn't even imagine herself in.
"Out....." gasped Batman pointing. "Out of the city...." he said shutting his eyes.
Batwoman quickly negotiated the streets, almost losing control of the super-souped up car several times. The tires squealed and Batman's eyes widened as he opened them at one point as Batwoman went into a skid onto some loose gravel, struggling to save the car. She did, barely missing a tree by inches, sweat forming on her forehead as she headed out of the city.
"There....path...turn..."gasped Batman, unable now to lift his head.
"We're going to hit the cliff," Batwoman screamed just as the side of the hill opened and she entered the Batcave.
Batwoman braked the car to a squealing halt inside the Batcave, stunned for a moment by the fact she was in Batman's liar, the Batcave itself.
"Uggggghhhhhhhhh" moaned Batman, blood forming at his mouth and running down his jaw.
"Better get you some help, big boy," said Batwoman taking the body of Batman and hoisting it out of the car. She was surprised by an elderly gentelman that quickly appeared.
"You must be Batwoman," the white haired gentleman said, holding out his hand. "I'm, er, Batman's assistant," he said helping Batwoman with Batman.
Batwoman watched, as Alfred, a well trained physican in his own right, quickly did several procedures that helped Batman's collasped lung and broken ribs. Alfred changed him out of his costume, then finally pulled off his mask, revealing Batman's most inner secret. Batwoman gasped as the mask came off and she instantly recognized billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne.
"Bruce Wayne," she smiled. "Think what Gotham's criminal community would pay for that piece of information.
"I think we'd better let him rest awhile, Miss. Why don't I fetch some food and refreshment for you?'
"Sure," replied Batwoman as the old man left the pair alone, Batman asleep and breathing. Batwoman used the time to search the Batcave. She noticed the alarm devices, the hidden cameras around the entrances. She studied the Batcave closely until Alfred arrived back with food.
"Thank you," said Batwoman, eagerly taking the food, only after she watched Alfred eat some. She wasn't about to fall for some ploy, wind up dead or hypnotized. Finally, as Bruce slept, Alfred said, "Miss, I'd better take you home, or to where ever you wish to go, shouldn't I?"
Batwoman answered reluctantly, knowing that she had plenty of time to bide, as she asended the stairs to Wayne Manor.
A week later...Batwoman had read that Bruce Wayne was on vacation, so one night she decided it was time to pay "Batman" a call. She quietly drove up to Wayne Mansion and parked the modified ZX2 she used as Batwoman. She strode up to the door and knocked. A startled Alfred answered and led her into a study, where she was instructed to wait. Moments later, Bruce Wayne entered, hobbling with a cane and in his robe, as he held out a hand.
"I...I'm afraid I'm at a disadvantage here, Batwoman. I was suspicious of your motives but without you, I'm afraid Batman's little tussle with Croc would have been his laste. My thanks," he said.
"No problem, Mr. Wayne," replied Batwoman.
"No...no call me Bruce and why don't you sit down," he said gesturing to a chair.
The pair talked and talked and talked and talked. Bruce could hardly resist himself, even with all his power he found himself incredibly attracted to this woman. More so than to any other woman ever. He could barely control himself to not throw her down and have her right there in the study.
"What the hell is wrong with me" he wondered to himself as he led Batwoman on a tour of the Batcave.
"So you see...it's everything I need for crimefighting," he said turning to Batwoman, who smiled back.
The pair stood there for a brief moment, before Batwoman kissed Bruce. Bruce, who already had a huge erection, melted as he felt her hands clasp behind him.
"Ummmmmmm" he said taking her in his hands as the pair laid down on a cot in a corner of the cave.
Bruce was unable to know that part of his attraction was being caused by a chemical similar to the one used by Poison Ivy. Carol Hughes had also majored in pharmacy and chemistry at college and had developed the phermone herself. It acted as a stimulant to the libido. Not enough to cause a man to go crazy, but enough to cause a breakdown in some control mechanisms.
Batwoman grabbed Bruce's PJ bottoms and began to remove them as the pair kissed. In seconds, Bruce Wayne was naked, save for his open robe, his cock erect. Batwoman could hardly believe what she was doing or seeing. Batman, Bruce Wayne. She had conquered Batgirl by force, now she would take Batman as well as she stroked his penis.
"Batwoman....it's been so long..." Bruce moaned as he kissed her, then located her zipper and unzipped her top.
"Just a minute," whispered Batwoman as she got up and began to do a slow striptease she knew would drive Bruce crazy with passion. She held up her top as she took her arms out, holding the top with her arm over her chest, before letting it drop away at once, revealing her size 34-D sized breasts. Bruce buried his head in her breasts, suckling them as his hand moved down and uzipped her bottoms.
"Just a minute," Batwoman laughed, taking his penis in her right hand and stroking it several times, as Bruce shut his eyes and moaned.
In fact, a fantasy of Batman had always been to be dominated by a woman such as this, a masked woman as he laid there, his penis throbbing.
Batwoman took her boots off, then teased him some more as she slowly removed her bottoms, revealing a large black haired pussy, which Bruce, still laying down, moved up to tongue as Batwoman stood over him, her gloves and mask still intact.
"Ummmm.....oooohhhhhhhhhh" she began to moan, almost losing control as her pussy began to swell. His tongue felt so good, she thought as she stood there, her pussy being eaten by Batman.
Suddenly, she felt herself being pulled down by massive arms, right onto Bruce's erect cock as he impaled her onto him, slowly and firmly. She felt his member at her labia, then move up into her as she lowered herself onto him and the pair began kissing.
"Urrrrggghhhhhhhhhhh....aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh" moaned Bruce as she began to move up and down on his member, now slick with her love juices. The pair locked into a long kiss and she felt Bruce building to orgasm and herself.
She would soon be the most powerful crimefighter ever, she thought to herself, Carol Hughes. It was enough to put her over the edge as she screamed out.
"AAAHHHHHHHH.....UUUUMMPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH" her body quaking as she stopped moving for a second, unable to move as the orgasm's ripped through her.
She could feel herself literally soaked with her own love juices, her pussy wet as she came.
Batman was about to come also as she felt him stiffen and he held her closer. She regained enough composure, just barely to reach behind Bruce into her utility belt which lay just behind him and loosen a pack.
"ARRRRGGHHHHHHHHH......GGGGGOOOOOODDDDDDDDD" Bruce cried out as she felt him come...just as she plunged the large dagger into his back and through his heart.
"ARRRRGGHHHHHHHHHH" Bruce cried, in pain and ecstasy at the same moment, his eyes suddenly going wide as he realized what had happened.
"Sorry Batman, but there's room for only one superhero in Gotham, and that will be me. I defeated Batgirl and now you," she said as Bruce gasped for breath, blood pouring out of his wound in back as she got off his penis and lowered him to the cot so she could see the tip of the knife that now appeared to come completely through his body.
"Ahhhh......Ahhhhhhhh" he gasped for a moment before he took one last breath, his eyes still open.
"YEESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!" Batwoman screamed as she looked down onto the dead body of Bruce Wayne.
A while later she asended the stairs to Wayne Manor, killed Alfred and placed the bodies so it looked like Alfred had gone berserk and killed his master in bed, then shot himself.
The next day the newspapers had a field day, the headlines screaming about the murder-suicide at Wayne Manor.
Carol Hughes made passionate love to her boyfriend Lance that night and planned their wedding in six months. Lance never suspected that Batwoman was involved in any way in the killing. Carol smiled as she thought of how rich she would become, now that Batman and Batgirl were history.
END PART TWO
Part 3
"My God, no!" Barbara Gordon wailed as she picked up the morning paper, still standing in the entryway of the building she lived in in downtown Gotham. She ran her hand through her brown, short trimmed hair trying to convince herself it was some sort of April Fools joke. Bruce Wayne was dead. She staggered back into her apartment, her hands shaking, short of breath. It couldn't, shouldn't...can't be true she told herself as she read the details.
She didn't know what to think. Perhaps one of Batman's frequent enemies had discovered his true identity. Maybe Batwoman was even behind it, but she had heard the pair had even become friends rather than rivals. Still...the whistle on her teakettle reminded her that she had better get going or she would be late for her job, even as shocked as she was. She quickly fetched her cane, which she was just learning to live without, thank God, since her ankle was nearly totally healed from her confrontation with Batwoman. Barbara still longed to be Batgirl, but at 29, she knew it was probably time to hang it up before she was killed. She had come close, Bertha had almost finished her, and did, for a time. Time to have a life and let someone else pull the weight, but now with Bruce gone...
Finally one day, the newspaper headlines screamed banner heads: BATCAVE FOUND UNDER WAYNE MANSION: WAYNE-BATMAN It now appeared that Wayne had in fact been Batman. There was irrefutable evidence of it. Somone had killed Batman-Bruce Wayne in a very brutal way. With criminals now assured of a free reign, crime sprialed out of control.
Batman was dead and even Batwoman couldn't keep up with it, although her appearances had become less frequent. The truth was, Carol Hughes quickly realized with Batman gone, Batwoman could control most of the criminals in Gotham, offering them a look the other way for a cut of their profits. Batwoman continued to make headlines, busting those who wouldn't cooperate, but threatening them so much in the process all decided it was better to stay quiet about her deals than risk certain death, since word had spread (she had pictures) that Batwoman had in fact killed Batman.
Barbara Gordon lay in her bed, unable to sleep. She suspected Batwoman had killed Batman, but to face her again might mean certain death. Crime was out of control in Gotham. Her father had become distant, as he fought to control a city that had more and more places even the police feared to go at night without massive force. She got up and went to her closet, pulled the secret door and revealed the secret area behind her room. There, hanging was a spare Batgirl costume. Her utility belt was gone, but she had a spare mask. Even the spare red wig was there. She had never felt so useless. She put on her gloves and began punching the punching bag that hung in the room, again and again and again.
Batwoman stood on the roof of the National City Bank, surveying the city...her city. Her black hair tussled in the breeze of the hot night as she stood in her costume, her muscles rippling out, her arms crossed. "I own this city," she smiled to herself. In the past few weeks, Batwoman had made almost two million dollars, tax free from protection rackets. She and Lance would be rich beyond their wildest dreams, although poor Lance didn't know or suspect how much money the pair had. She would surprise him, saying a long distant rich uncle had passed away. Then, Batwoman would disappear into the night.
"Thinking of the future, Batwoman," said a voice behind her. Batwoman turned, stunned and irritated she had been caught off guard and surprised.
"Batgirl? Batgirl? How dare you approach me like this. You had better go now for your own good, Miss Gordon or your secret won't be secret for very long," she said, standing her ground, although a little uneasy over the sudden confidence and appearance of the woman she thought she had vanquished.
For the first time, Batgirl was almost out of breath, her heart was beating so fast. Her palms were wet under her gloves and the mask felt super hot on her forehead as she faced the woman who had beaten and humuliated her.
Batgirl was a good 15 feet away, too far to do much as Batwoman, with the speed of a striking snake, grabbed her gun, aimed and fired at Batgirl. Batgirl was counting on that, and ducked behind an air vent, as the bullet bounced off the vent. Batwoman suddenly yelled with pain as a batrang struck her hand.
"Ouch" she yelled, dropping her gun and rolling. She came up quickly only to face a blow in the face from Batgirl's boot, staggered back and ducked as the next blow from her leg passed harmlessly by her.
Batgirl advanced and as she was about to make her move, Batwoman threw some loose sand in her eyes she had picked up while sprawled on the building top.
"Ughhhhhhh" shouted Batgirl, her hands going to her eyes. Batwoman saw her chance and landed a hit kick to Batgirl's ribs, sending her sprawling and out of breath. Batgirl knew the tide had turned and she was about to lose again if she failed to get up. Summoning every ounce of strength, she staggered up, threw her hand up and out, into Batwoman's jaw sending her crashing onto her back. Batgirl quickly grabbed one of her hands and in one fluid move brought it up behind her back as she rolled her over in a classic police hold.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh" cried Batwoman, grimancing beneath her mask from the pain.
"Now, I've got you, Batwoman," said Batgirl, removing handcuffs from her utility belt and putting them on Batwoman. "I'm taking you back to my hangout and we're going to have a long talk with the help of some truth serum, Batwoman. I have a hunch you're up to your Batwings in the city's crime wave."
"I wouldn't be so sure of yourself," smiled Batwoman faced the older Batgirl.
"Forget it, get moving," ordered Batgirl, her old confidence restored.
Suddenly there was a sharp CRACK. Batgirl was so stunned she couldn't move before the stun gun fired its deadly wire into Batgirl's costume, crippling her with a jolt of electric current that might have killed a normal person.
"AAARRRGGGHHHHHHHHH" she cried as her body contorted, a look of surprise and horror in her face as her body arched.
What Batgirl hadn't known was that Batwoman and her boyfriend Lance had just finished making love on the building's roof. Lance had gone downstairs to clean up when Batgirl arrived. Once the stun gun had been kicked out of Batwoman's reach, it landed behind a roof vent, allowing Lance to watch his two favorite heroines before rescuing his wife-to-be, Batwoman.
The pain was horrific, as it coursed through Barbara's body. Batgirl stood for a second, then collasped into a heap.
Lance looked down onto the body of the woman he had once fantasized about so much. Batgirl lay hat his feet, unconscious as Batwoman approached.
"Thanks honey. Let's finish this bitch off once and for all," said Batwoman, picking up the body of Batgirl and walking to the side of the building.
Batwoman held the body up, over her head as she prepared to throw Batgirl off the six story building, almost guaranteeing Batgirl's instant death.
"No....ah...let's make her suffer," said Lance, not wanting to be party to killing someone.
"Ok. Good idea, honey," smiled Batwoman. "Give me some time and I'm sure she'll wish she were dead."
A WHILE LATER
Batgirl awoke with a start. She could hear the faint humming of equipment in the distance as she focused her eyes. She still hurt. Her muscles were sore from the beating they had taken in the fight with Batwoman. The last thing she remembered was a terrible pain in the her body, then blackness.
She tried to get up, but coould not. She was tied face up, onto some sort of bench, the type found in locker rooms. In fact, she was in a room with some lockers and a sink. He feet were chained to the floor, spreading her legs, her hands tied beneath her. And, she realized to her horror she was stark naked, save for her mask. Her heart began to race, knowing what surely must be in store for her.
"Why didn't I quit when I was ahead," she thought. "Batwoman knows who I am. She could destroy me now and all my friends," she thought as she heard footsteps approaching.
"Batgirl, so glad you finally awoke. I wanted to kill you like I did Batman. It was soooo nice sticking the knife into him, feeling his life trickle out of him while I fucked him. Fortunately for you, a friend of mine took pity on you. But I think you'll wish you hadn't crossed me, soon enough dear.
"What are you going to do," said Batgirl, feeling more vulnerable than she ever had in her crimefighting career.
"I warned you, Barbara. Now, I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget...never cross me. Ever," she hissed, producing a cotton ball which she dipped into a bottle she produced from her utility belt.
"What's that," demanded Batgirl.
"Oh...just something to help you get into the mood I developed. It will make you so horny you won't care who you're fucking," she said laughing as she touched Batgirl around the nipples and neck.
Batgirl lay there, dreading what was about to happen, Batwoman left the room for a moment. She tried to move her head so she could see behind her, but could only move it a inch or two. Her head was secured to the bench with duct tape. Her heart beat rapidly as she lay there, vulunerable and exposed. Her eyes grew wide with fear as Batwoman reentered the room, carrying a large bag. She put it down next to the bench, then took off her boots, unzipped her pants and tossed them aside. Her black pubic hair was finely trimmed as she stood over the defeated crimefighter. She straddled the bench and Batgirl, looked down at her face and then commanded, "Eat me, Barbara you batslut. Eat me like you've never eaten anything in your life, as she ripped the duct tape off Batgirl's face.
Barbara felt her insides getting moist. Her labia aching. How could this be happening, she wondered, amazed at her reaction. While she was revolted at the prospect of giving Batwoman oral sex, she was hornier than she had ever been.
Batwoman sensed the pause and slapped Barbara's exposed breasts with her open palm.
"Ouch!!!!!!" she yelled.
"Like that, bitch. How about another, SLAP, and another, SLAP, and another, SLAP, and another, SLAP, and"
"NO.....please," cried Batgirl, her nipples red and stinging from the slaps. She brought her mouth up to Batwoman's pussy, then licked her clitoris with her tongue.
"UMMMMMMM...now that's a good slut," Batwoman cooed, grabbing Batgirl's masked head and bringing it toward her pussy.
"UMMPHHHH" Batgirl gasped to get her breath as her head was shoved into Batwoman's mound of pubic hair. She began probing Batwoman's clit, tonguing her, then bringing her tongue farther and farther into her love canal.
Batwoman moaned as she held Batgirl's head in her hand, feeling herself about to come. She loved making love to Lance, but this. This was the ultimate. She had defeated Batgirl a second time, now she would break her.
The potent drug Batwoman had given Batgirl was a special one she had developed on her on. It made its victim think of nothing else, even at the cost of food. It brought about orgasms so intense, the victim was soon enslaved in a never ending quest for more and more.
Batgirl found herself licking Batwoman as the fight in her mind raged. The battle between wanting sex and fighting the woman who had defeated and was humiliating her.
"Yesss.sss....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....GGGAAAAAAWWWWWDDDDDDDD" Batwoman screamed as the shuddered with a huge orgasm.
Batgirl could feel and taste her love juices almost squirt into her mouth as Batwoman screamed in delight.
Batgirl looked up at her oppressor, Batwoman's love juices dripping from her mouth.
"Now, let's try this," Batwoman smiled, bending over and producing the largest strap-on dildo Barbara had ever seen.
"No....please....I can't....please....." she pleaded summoning her fast breaking will.
"You will, you will," said Batwoman, holding the giant dildo at Batgirl's labia for a second before plunging it into Batgirl.
"Arrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh" screamed Batgirl as she felt the mammoth dildo enter her.
"Can't....must resist....can't afford to lose again....." she thought to herself closing her eyes even as another wave of desire washed over her.
"Got to..... AHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed as Batwoman plunged the entire monster up into her.
Barbara was in more pain than she had ever been in, as her vagina tried to accomodate the giant penis. She arched her back and closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face beneath her mask as she lay there, helpless.
Batgirl, now under the control of the love drug Batwoman had used on her was torn between pleasure and pain. The gigantic dildo inside her was spreading her muscles more than she had ever accomodated, yet the large device was also gently massaging her clitoris.
"No.....please........it's not right....Uuugggghhhhhhhhhh..." as she let out an involuntary moan of delight as a shiver of pleasure shot through her body.
"Batgirl, feel me....feel the pleasure we can bring each other as I dominate you. I know you secretly want to be dominated, my dear Barbara. I've read your diary," she said ramming the dildo with such force into Barbara's mound she screamed in pain.
"Arrrrrrggghhhhhhhhhh" screamed Batgirl. "Please.....I beg you......" she cried, a tear flowing down each cheek under her mask.
"You will be me, bitch.....for more!!! Batwoman screamed thrusting herself with such force upon Batgirl's tied up body the bench creaked.
"Noo......uuugggghhhhhhhhh........"Batgirl cried......
"Or you'll what? Report me to the Commissioner? Turn me in? Just what the hell are you going to do? screamed Batwoman slapping Batgirl in the face.
The slap made Batgirl lose her concentration for only a moment but it was enough. The effects of the drug, combined with the huge dildo ravishing her pussy sent her over the edge as her body seized, her back arched and she climaxed like never before.
"UUUGGHHHHHHH......AAAARRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Batgirl screamed, her body shaking.
Batwoman continued her frenzied thrusting, driving Batgirl deeper and deeper into her climax. Batgirl had never experienced anything remotely like this. If an orgasm was like driving an Escort, then this was like going down the road in a Ferrarri.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh......myyyyyyy GGOOOOODDDDDDDDD" she cried, her body still convulsing 30-seconds later from the continuing orgasm.
Finally, a minute later, Batgirl relaxed, her body glistening with sweat, her nipples hard as pebbles as she lay panting hating herself for what had just ocurred, but wanting more of the dildo that was still inside her.
She was exhausted as she lay there. Batwoman could see this and bent over and untied the Dark Angel.
"I want you on the floor, slave," she ordered.
"What?" said Batgirl, still trying to recover some energy.
"WHACK" Batwoman struck her nipples hard with her hand. Batwoman was about to strike her again when Batgirl cried, "don't. Don't.
"Don't what bitch?" Batwoman asked.
"Don't hit me please," Batgirl said.
"WHACK........"aarrrggghhhhhhhhhh" WHACK "aaarrggggggghhhhhh"
"Don't what, Batslut," hissed Batwoman. "Don't hit me......master," Batgirl said, looking down and averting her eyes.
"That's better, now on the floor, slave," Batwoman ordered as Barbara complied, getting down on all fours.
Batwoman bent over and before Barbara knew it, she had placed a large dog collar around Batgirl's neck.
"Beg me for more," shouted Batwoman, enjoying the power over Batgirl she had as she issued a vicious whack to Batgirl's butt with her hands.
"Uggghhhhhhhh" cried Batgirl, as a small tear escaped from her right eye under her mask.
"I SAID, BEG ME FOR ME, SLUT!!!! shouted Batwoman, now hopping onto Barbara's back, covered by her cape. "Giddyup, Bathorse," she laughed.
Batgirl knew resistance was futile, but resisted anyway. Suddenly, she screamed as she felt horrible pain around her neck.
"ARRGGGGHHHHHHHH" she screamed, grasping at the collar.
"You've discovered by newest gift for you, dear Batgirl. Disobey me and you will be treated like a dog. A small electric current will discharge when I press a button on my utility belt," she hissed as she slapped Batgirl on the butt again, producing another large red welt.
"Pleaseeeeeee.....gasped Batgirl. Barbara had never been so humiliated. She was being treated like some circus animal, complete with a dog collar as her enemy made her move around like a dog on all fours. "Please.....can.....I have some more," said Batgirl softly, lowering her head in defeat and humiliation.
"That's better, slut," said Batwoman. "Remain in that position," she ordered her as she stood behind Batgirl and placed the dildo at the entrance to her vagina from behind and began to caress her pussy.
Barbara, to her horror, again felt her resolve melting away. She knew it was all but impossible to try and resist the effects of the drug. Even as she shut her eyes, hoping to block out her desires, her pussy was getting wetter an wetter. She felt the didlo enter her, and involuntarily let out a small gasp of pleasure as she felt the large device fill her again.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" said Batgirl.
Above her, Batwoman smiled. Her plan was working perfectly. She was breaking Batgirl. Soon, the older woman would be her willing slave, unable to form an independent cogent thought.
Batwoman began smacking Batgirl hard in the rear, driving the dildo in with such force it moved Batgirl's entire body. It didn't take long for Batgirl to begin to breathe hard and in a few minutes the Dark Angel was writhing with pleasure.
"You like this, don't you, my slut? said Batwoman, increasing the pace of her thrusts.
"Yesssss.....ohhhhhhhhhhhhh......yeeeessssssssssssssss," groaned Batgirl, hating herself for admitting she wanted an orgasm more than anything in the world at the moment.
"Ahhhhh......Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..." she gasped as she felt the wave rushing toward her, her arms collasping as she held herself up on her knees and elbows. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.....GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed, her body shaking and shuddering with a thunderous orgasm.
"Who's your master.....who gives you more pleasure than anyone" shouted Batwoman.
"Yoouuuuuuuuuu.......dooooooooooooo" screamed Batgirl, another climax washing over her.
Batwoman continued to dominate Batgirl for several more hours, before leaving Batgirl lying in the room, her body soaked by sweat, her pussy matted with sweat and her own juices, lying in the room, naked save for her mask, and defeated.
For the next several days, the same conditioning continued. Humiliation, beatings and rape as Batwoman worked on Batgirl's mental state. The Dark Angel was slowly slipping into a more subservient mode with each passing day, helped by the passion drug she was now being fed with. Batgirl didn't know which was worse, the humiliation or the desire for sex that constantly drove her crazy with lust, making her unable to resist Batwoman's pleasures.
Batwoman was now headquartered in an opulently appointed wharehouse. It looked like an old derelict from the outside. Inside, Batwoman, aka Carol Hughes and her boyfriend moved in, enjoying the fruits of her criminal businesses as crime ran out of control in Gotham. Batwoman continued to catch some small time petty theives for show, but in large, she ran the vast criminal underbelly of the city, her secret identity still a secret.
Barbara Gordon was kept in a small, underground corner of the wharehouse. She was kept naked and cold most of the time.
One day Batwoman walked in as Barbara got up. "Get into your Batgirl costume," she demanded. "We've got business to attend to," she said, throwing her a costume. It was her old Batgirl costume, only the crotch had been cut out, and the utility belt was empty.
Barbara complied without saying a word, quickly putting on her old costume. The once familiar feeling she got putting the costume on, of power and prestige was gone, replaced by a humilation and almost shattered self-esteem.
"I've beaten you, Batgirl. I was ready to throw you off that roof, but my, er, friend decided to take pity on you. Seems he was once actually infatuated with you. So, I've decided to make some money off you. You're what I'll call, my timeshare. I sell time with you to anyone with the money and they in turn, can do what they want with you. And you WILL follow their orders...or have me to deal with," she said leading Batgirl into a room equipped with dozens of sexual instruments of tortue and bondage. My first customer will be in a minute. By the way, you should be proud. He paid four million dollars for a night with you."
Batgirl stood there, unable to move, even the will to fight, gone as the door opened and Killer Croc entered the room.
"Batgirl, my friend," he hissed, taking her chin with his right hand and admiring her. "I only dreamed of this. So it's true, you are Batwoman's playtoy, eh?
"Yes," Batgirl answered softly, her head down. "I am yours."
Croc stood there, unzipping his pants as his huge penis emerged. Batgirl had never seen any penis that large. She stared, wide-eyed, not sure she could even accomondate it without ripping some of her vaginal muscles as the Croc watched her.
"Batwoman owed me a favor for helping soften Batman up. Now it's time to soften you up," he said, placing his huge dick at the entrance of her labia, exposed thanks to the special cut in her costume.
"No....I can't take you.....please... Croc....." she begged even as she felt him plunge into her.
"ARRGGHHHHHHHHH" she screamed as she felt the huge penis ram into her, spreading her like a butter knife. "God.....noooooooooooo...pleaseeeeeeee...." she screamed as the giant penis of Killer Croc invaded the love canal of the Dark Angel, who was not even wet yet. "Nooo....nooooooooo.....noooooooooo" she screamed as he began to pump her, ramming his pelvis forcefully into her, Batgirl unable to stop the brutal rape.
Batgirl began to sweat and get hot as she felt something happening. The drug was kicking in, causing Batgirl to become aroused now. Her screams of denial turned to screams of pleasure as she felt herself fill with Crocs penis, her clitoris filling with blood as she was stimulated.
She fell into sync with Croc as he continued to ram her, her vagina taking in all of Crocs massive penis as he unzipped the back of her costume and exposed her breasts, her nipples hard as he lightly began to chew on them.
"My God....no......can't lose......control...." she thought to herself in a futile battle to save her sanity.
Croc pumped her, his cock filled with blood and semen as he bit her nipples, shoving his massive member up Batgirl as far as her canal would allow it.
"No...............ggggghhhhhhhh.......gggggggggaahhh.......GGGGGGGAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed as she unleased a massive orgasm. She could feel Croc cum inside of her, filling her with semen as he pounded away, in a pelvic passion of fury, Barbara giving herself to the Croc, as she felt his muscles surround her. She came again and again and again in rapid succession, the final time she laid there, her eyes closed as her walls seized around Croc's cock. She felt her mask being lifted, as she opened her eyes to see her mask and wig lifted off her, exposing her face for the first time to anyone other than Batwoman.
"Barrrrrrrrbrarraa.......Gordonnnnnnnn?" Croc asked as Barbara felt more semen pumped into her unprotected womb.