As usual, this story contains graphic violence that may offend some.If you’re one of them, don’t read it.
Batgirl landed hard as she slammed into the first thug. He went down like a sack of potatoes, out cold, as she turned to face the other three.
Batgirl was hardly worried. She had faced young thugs like these countless times in her 10-year career as the Dark Angel of Gotham. Now, 30, Batgirl was in great shape and knew these thugs would be no different.
“Good for me, they hardly have half a brain,” she thought as she judo kicked one in the groin while twisting around to punch another in the face.
WHAM!!!Suddenly Batgirl was struck by a two-by four from behind, in the middle of her back.
“Arrrrggghhhhh” she exhaled, doubling over and trying to catch her breath. Unfortunately for Batgirl these thugs had planned and choreographed their attack, suspecting the masked crimefighter would relax after a few punches.
The four thugs attacked her like jack hammers, landing one punch after another as Batgirl reached for her utility belt.She was being struck one time after another.
“Got…to get my belt open and some gas or else I’m in deep trouble,” she thought as she opened the compartment that contained the knockout gas. She grabbed up and brought it up, only to have a thug knock it from her hands.
“No….” she cried as terrific punches struck her at the same time in the face and stomach.
“Aaccchhhhhhh” she moaned as she slammed into the wall of the alley.A powerful kick to her groin left her reeling, unable to land any punches as she stood and faced the thugs, wobbily kneed.
“Got to do something….” But before she could finish that thought someone jumped her from behind as the other’s attacked.
Batgirl shook them off, only to fall down and found herself panting, unable to catch her breath.She looked up at her attackers as she tried in vain to stand.
“Ahhhh.The great Batgirl, defeated,” laughed one of the thugs. “Come on guys, grab her, we’ve got work to do,” as Batgirl felt both arms grabbed by a goon while another thunder-punched her gut again.
“UMMMPPHHHHH”Batgirl felt herself begin to lose consciousness as she swooned from the beating.
Just then she felt something she dreaded more than anything. Someone had their hand on her cowl ears and was pulling her mask off.
“NO…..Pleaseeeee…” she begged as she tried to resist. She felt the mask and wig begin to more up, more and more until her face was revealed and she stood there as Barbara Gordon.
“My goodness.The police commissioner’s daughter, Barbara Gordon is Batgirl,” whistled one man.
Batgirl staggered from both the shock and the beating.Just then, she felt a prick through her suit, her eyes went out of focus and she crashed to the ground, unconscious.
When she awoke, she was tied to a bed, or what passed for one.It was actually a drafty room with bars on the single window.Batgirl lay on a wood platform, her arms stretched and chained, as were her legs.Her chin was snugly secured with a strap so all she could do was look up.Barbara knew she was in serious trouble.More so than at any time in her crimefighting career.She lay there naked, feeling a draft on her exposed nipples and labia.Her mask, (she now remembered) was gone as was her wig.For all purposes, Batgirl was gone, replaced by the naked, exposed body of Barbara Gordon.
The door to the room creaked open and several men entered.Batgirl could hear them, first, then seem them as they came and stood over her.
She involuntarily gasped as she recognized one of Gotham’s most notorious criminals standing inches away from her.The Terminator, a mass of muscle and brawn smiled back at her.The Terminator has been responsible for killing several of Batgirl’s friends, including the Huntress.He had never been caught and had always stayed on step ahead of Batgirl, Batman and Robin.
“Her, let me help you.This is no way to treat a woman,” he chided his henchmen as he unlocked the chains holding Batgirl.
“Ahh, boss.She could kick all our asses. Why you doing that?” one of the men pleaded.
“She couldn’t take me if she…..”
Without warning the naked body of Barbara Gordon let out a flurry of her best judo-karate kicks. Two men went down immediately, before she turned and kicked Terminator.
“Big mistake,” she immediately thought to herself.He didn’t even flinch as he threw her into the far wall like a ragdoll, her back crashing into the wall with such force it literally threw the air out of her.
She looked up just in time to feel a massive blow to her stomach as she crumpled to the floor, barely conscious from the blow.
“No…..” she moaned as she felt herself being picked up.
“You’re mind now, Batslut and I own you,”Terminator roared as he picked her up with one hand, pulled out his huge penis and used his other hand to pull her legs apart.
Before Barbara knew what had happened she looked up in horror as she felt her legs spilt, then a second later, was rammed by a huge penis.
“Arrrggghhhhhhhhhh…..nooooooooooo! “ she screamed as she felt Terminator’s huge member spilt her labia and slide into her inside.She slammed down hard as her and his pelvis met, her face and his only inches from another as he put both hands under her arms and slammed her and down on his cock.
Barbara was stunned.She had never been raped before as Batgirl.She had thought about it, of course, but to be unmasked, then raped, she was in such shock she wasn’t even reacting as she felt herself moved up and down like a piston.
“Before you know it, you will be mine, Batgirl,” hissed Terminator.“You will do my bidding and will beg me for the chance to do it, if you survive that long,” he laughed, as he came hard into Batgirl’s womb.
“Nooooooooooooo…” moaned Barbara as she felt the hot cum enter her. “Dear God, no….please….’ she pleaded.
WHACK….WHACK….”Stop whining, bitch,” Terminator screamed as he slapped Barbara so hard she saw stars.“Service my men here, or I swear I’ll beat you to death right now,” he said, lowering her body off his massive prick.“Boys, she’s all yours,” he laughed as the first of a half-dozen men grabbed her and slammed a penis into her.
“Nooooo….please…..” Batgirl struggled but she was held down tight as another man entered her anus, while another pulled her brown hair back and ordered her to open her mouth.
The fuckfest lasted four hours, as Terminator’s men satisfied themselves with the woman who had once been the Dark Angel. Barbara Gordon lay on the floor of her cell, bleeding from cuts and bruises, semen oozing from her pussy and anus.Wet cum smeared all over her body as she lay in shock.
As she lay there, the door opened.She didn’t even bother to look up.Just then, she felt a tiny prick in her butt and the world around her went dark.
Barbara awoke to find herself in a well appointed room.She looked around, dazed.It was clearly a cell, with one steel door leading out.She was dressed in a costume which showed off her size 36-C cup breasts well, with garter belts leading to her costume. She had on panties, but they contained an exposed crotch, with displayed her light brown public hair. In short, she looked like a whore.
“Ahhh…my little Batslut Barbara,” said Terminator entering the room. “Now you are looking like the real Batgirl,” he cackled.
“I may look like this, but I’ll never be your whore, as you call it,” hissed Barbara.
“Yes, you will, or the world will see this,” Terminator said, turning on the TV.The screen was instantly filled with a video of Batgirl in her costume, enthusiastically sucking and fucking several men, as one of them yanked off her mask and she grinned for the camera.
“Wha…” said a stunned Barbara Gordon.
“You see, my love.You may not realize it, but you have developed a rather healthy appetite for the new version of Ecstasy.You don’t remember much, but you absolutely love sex with any and every man when you are injected with this. And now, you will light this cigarette and smoke it, or I will jam the CNN satellite tonight and show that video to the world. And, after all, Barbara, what would your father think?”
“You bastard,” screamed Barbara, even as she knew she had to play along.She took the cigarette, lit it and took a deep drag as instructed.Instantly, she could feel a growing sensation in her loins.She took another long drag and exhaled.
“My God, I’m horny as hell,” she realized as Terminator smiled and grabbed her, then probed her nipple with a tongue.
“Oohhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned, taking another drag and exhaling it. Barbara hated herself at the same time she loved the euphoria she was experiencing.She took another hit on the cigarette as she felt Terminator’s hands brush against her clitoris.
“Mmmmmmmm” she groaned as she felt the tongue suck her nipple and Terminator’s hand played with her clitoris.Her heart beat faster as she felt his cock come alongside her.He kissed her deeply with his tongue probing her mouth, as he parted her labia with his huge cock and penetrated her.
Barbara gasped as she felt the humongous penis split her love canal as she began to shake.The drug was so powerful she completely surrendered to Terminator as she grasped his behind with both her hands and slammed into him, pulling him deeper inside of her.
“You want me, don’t you, slut Barbara,” he whispered to her.
“Ummmmmm…yes…..give me all of………GGGGAAHHHHHHHHHHH” Barbara screamed as an orgasm struck her.
Terminator slammed her up against the wall and began to slam her hard, almost breaking her ribs.Despite the beating, Barbara was turned on and screamed for more and more as one orgasm after another ripped through her.The pair made love for over an hour, as Barbara lost herself in the depravity.Terminator grinned as he looked up at the hidden video cameras that were recording each movement.
“The rights to the video along of Batgirl/Barbara Gordon making love to me ought to fetch millions,” he thought. “Robbing banks was hard money compared to this,” as he emptied his load of cum into the Dark Angel’s womb.
Barbara exhaled as Terminator kissed her.Her could feel her suck in as he emptied his load into her yet again and she came.The drug has literally made her a sex slave to the criminal as he slammed her body against the wall driving his penis into her further.
“Ugggghhhhhh,”she came again.Deep inside she was shocked at the depravity she was enduring, but in some small way, enjoying the surrender of so totally letting herself go.Barbara had never done drugs, so the Ectasy she was smoking caused her to have sensations she had never experienced.
A DAY LATER…
Barbara stood, her cowl own, her wig and red hair flowing, wearing an outfit that left her large breasts exposed, garter belt on, and a crotchless panty outfit on. She looked in the mirror nervously.“How awful,” she thought as she stared back at herself as Batgirl.The greatest female crime fighter ever, and she stood in front of the mirror, almost naked, as she took a drag from her Ecstasy-laced cigarette.“This stuff is addicting,” she thought to herself, exhaling before taking another deep drag.
Just then Terminator entered.
“My dear, I have a guest I want you to entertain.He has paid a lot of money for privledge of spending some time with you and I want you to treat him as you would be,” he commanded.
Barbara knew she had no choice.Since her identify was known, Terminator had threatened to kill several of her close friends.In fact, he had shown her pictures of two, taken of them, just to demonstrate he would follow through on his threats of rape and servitude. She felt degraded, compromised and had surrendered herself now almost totally to the drugs she was taking.
“Certainly. No problem,” she said flatly.“Just show him in.”
As she did a thug she immediately recognized entered.His name was The Icepick.He had been put in jail by Batgirl at the end of a reign of killings of young women with an ice pick.Batgirl shivered as he put his hand to her cowl-covered face and smiled.
“Batgirl.Like I’ve never seen you before.I’m going to have so much fun, tonight,” he smiled.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” said Terminator shutting and locking the only door.
Batgirl stared at the Icepick.He was called that because his fingers had fingernails that had been supplanted by razor-sharp steel nails.He grabbed her with one arm and pulled her to him.
Batgirl, already high on the Ecstasy,which she was now addicted to felt herself pulled to him.She could feel his swelling cock against her panties and her exposed vagina.
“You don’t know how many nights in the lockup I wanted to fuck you senseless,” he said, inches from her mouth. “I paid dearly for that and now I want you to pay,” he added, slicing her nightie down the middle, exposing her breasts and they bounded out, exposed.He put his nail up to her mask and then under it. Even stoned, Batgirl gasped.No one besides Terminator and his men knew who she really was. If she could somehow escape, she might still find a way to survive, as she trembled.
She pushed him away, unsure what to do as Icepick smiled.That made Batgirl even more nervous as she fumbled for a cigarette and quickly lit it, inhaling the smoke deeply.
“That’s better,” she thought.“At least, I feel better,” she reasoned to herself as she glanced at Icepick’s cock, the outline of which she could clearly see now.
“I wonder if all these criminals have large cocks,” she thought to herself as Icepick grabbed her again and kissed her deeply.
Batgirl grabbed him and pulled him to the bed as the pair fell onto the bed and Icepick quickly undressed.At 6’2”, he was well built for a man, Barbara thought, looking at his build and well-endowed member.Suddenly, he slapped her viciously, several times. WHACK….WHACK….WHACK….WHACK…..Batgirl was stunned as Icepick put a razor sharp fingernail to her neck.
“Suck on this bitch,” he commanded as he stuck his member into her mouth.“Now suck like her life depends on it, because actually it does,” he hissed, jamming his cock far back into her mouth as Batgirl struggled for air.
Batgirl glanced at a nearby mirror, horrified at the image of the once proud Batgirl now reduced to giving blowjobs to criminals to survive.She closed her eyes as she felt the desire building up inside of her, being released by the chemicals now sweeping into her brain.
“MMmmmmmmm” that’s right, come on…come on…” Icepick groaned as he stood over Batgirl, moving her cowled head back and forth on his cock.
“Yeah…yeah…..UUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH” he moaned as Batgirl felt his jiz empty into her mouth.
“OK, babe, take a break while I reload,” he laughed as Batgirl leaned over and took several deep, long drags on her cigarette, stubbed it out, then quickly lit another. She lay back on the bed as Icepick smiled, then played with her labia, putting his cock at her entrance, then playing with her clitoris.
“So, you’re not a real redhead after all, Batgirl.I always wondered,” he said as he slid his member into her at once.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh,” Batgirl let out a moan as he filled her.She was so drugged was already on the verge of climaxing, when he took her left nipple and began to suck on it, as he rocked back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her, rubbing against her clitoris and driving her crazy with passion.
“Yeaaaaaa…..yeeeaaaaaaaa….ooohhhhhhhh Goooodddddddddd,” she screamed letting go. “Ummmmppphhhhhhhh…..aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh” she screamed as she felt her body spasm with a huge orgasm, then another and another.She felt one of Icepicks nails enter her ass as she rocked back and forth.
“Ahhhhh…pleaseeee…..noooooooooooo” she begged from the pain as it slid and and quickly became pleasure AND pain.
Pleaseeeee…..nooooo…noooooooo…noooooooooooo” she screamed as she rocked with another orgasm.She lay there, her pelvis thrusting to capture Icepick’s cock, Batgirl powerless to control herself as she felt Icepicks other hand slide under her mask.
“No…can’t let him see me….” she thought, lifting her hand and grabbing his, but then surrendered to another orgasm as she felt Icepicks cum stream into her, shooting up into her womb as he lifted her mask and cowl off and it fell to the bed.The pair kissed, exchanging breaths as each seized as Icepick stared into the face her recognized as that of Barbara Gordon’s.The pair lay there, panting, Barbara exposed. “Please….I need some Ecstasy,” she begged.Icepick smiled, still inside of her as Barbara leaned over, grabbed a cigarette and lit it, inhaling.The pair kissed again as she felt the passion building and they began to make love anew.
The next day Barbara lay in bed, drowsy from the late night lovemaking and drugs. What she didn’t realize was the Ecstasy she was using was not only the most powerful aphrodisiac, but a mind control drug that slowly wiped away one’s ability to think for oneself. She lay naked as the door opened and Terminator swaggered in.She hardly cared what he wanted, she was so tired from the constant fuckfest of the previous night.
“I have a present for you,” he smiled, snapping his fingers as several of his henchmen appeared.They brought in a TV and plugged in it, and attached the cable.
“In a few moments, the world is going to be treated to the debut of Batgirl in a live TV broadcast.I’ve jammed several of the world’s best carried channels” he said turning the TV on.
Barbara gasped.On the screen was an image of Terminator forcing her to strip and then making love to Batgirl.Although Barbara knew otherwise, it looked from the video that Batgirl was an all too willing participant.
As she watched in horror, she heard Batgirl talking, urging Terminator to pump her harder and harder, as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper into a now screaming Batgirl.There was no mistaking who the masked crimefighter was.Barbara began to tremble…she knew she was finished.She had half expected to be killed in her guise as Batgirl, but not exposed, raped and turned into a willing whore for Gotham’s criminals.
“No…no….no…no…” she began to cry as she watched the scene on TV unfold.Terminator was pumping her as she came and as he lifted Batgirl’s mask, wig and cowl off to reveal a brown-haired Barbara Gordon wailing for more.It got worse. Edited scenes came on of Barbara inhaling the Ecstasy from one cigarette after another and begging for sex.
Barbara knew she was finished.She would never be able to explain this and now that her secret identity was known, half the criminals in Gotham if not most would be out to kill her.
She put her head down and sobbed as she looked into the mirror across the room.She was wearing skimpy outfit, that easily showed off her bare breasts and pussy.What had she become?A whore, she thought to herself.She fought with conflicting emotions of shame and lust as she buried her head.
Terminator lit a cigarette.“Here, Barbara, take this.You’ll feel much better, the pain will go away,” he said offering it to her.
Barbara looked at him, then the drug and hesitated fighting within herself. “I…I….” She paused, then grabbed the cigarette laced with Esctasy and took a powerful drag, holding the smoke in her lungs for a few moments, exhaled, then took several more puffs.
“Come on, big boy, make love to Batgirl,” she heard herself say in the distance as she took Terminator’s already stiff cock in her hands and put it inside of her.
The days that followed were a blur for Batgirl.Hopelessly hooked on the Ecstacy she puffed on constantly,Barbara completely surrendered to the humiliation she had to endure daily. Terminator raffled off a prize in the criminal community. After Icepick had his way with her and bragged about it, a night with Batgirl was sold to the highest bidder.The winner was a low-life criminal called Frankie Munoz.
Munoz was brought into the compound where Terminator and his gang lived.Barbara was dressed in her Batgirl outfit with everything but the items in her utility belt, not that it would have mattered.
“Man, baby,” he whistled as he took her red hair in his hands, admiring her body and his good fortune.“Say, something,” he demanded.
“What do you want me to say,” mumbled Batgirl, feeling her nipples beginning to get erect as a result of the drugs.
“You are the real Batgirl, aren’t you, sweetie,” he smiled as he lay on the bed.“Here, I want you to give me a blow job, now,” he said grasping her head and cowl in his hands band brining her head to his dick.
“Mmmmmmmmm”uttered Batgirl as she encased his dick with her mouth, her tongue working its way around his cock.
“Sweet Jesus,” moaned Munoz as he lay back, his head down, enjoying the sight of Batgirl sucking his cock.
Batgirl began to suck faster and faster as Munoz began to moan over and over until Barbara felt his hot cum inside her mouth.
“Mmmmmmm” she groaned as she swallowed his cum.Batgirl could feel her pussy get wetter and wetter inside her Batsuit.All she wanted was that penis inside of her.Part of her hated herself for being so weak.Batgirl, the greatest crime fighter of all, reduced to a prostitute willing to beg to be fucked.
Munoz lay on the bed for a moment, savoring his night with Batgirl.“Ok, now I want you to do a slow striptease for me, taking off her suit,” he demanded.
Batgirl did as she was told.She put on some music and began a slow gyration, using her cape.First off were the boots, then the gloves, then the belt.Munoz was hard as a rock again as the caped crusader reached back and unzipped the back of her costume.She kept dancing, as she grabbed his hard cock with her right hand for a moment, almost making him cum right there as she peeled away her kelvar top, revealing her 36-C sized chest.
“My God, man,” he said as he shook his head and pulled her to him. He began to suck her breasts, first one, then the other, taking her nipples and rolling his tongue around them, sucking them hard.
Batgirl gasped as she felt the wetness of his tongue.“Ohhhhh……uuummmppphhhhh…..AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH” she screamed as she came, her body quaking as Munoz held her tightly to him, still suckling a nipple.Barbara thought she would pass out.The orgasms were getting more intense as Munoz released her and she began to strip again.This time, she pulled her pants down to moon him, revealing her finely shaped bottom to Munoz, before pulling up her pants again and parading topless. Finally, she pulled her pants down, revealing her light brown, busy pussy.
She stood there, dancing, using her cape before Munoz grabbed her and brought her to him. He laid on the bed as he placed her on top of him on the bed and impaled her on his erect cock.
“Ummmppphhhhhhhh…” gasped Batgirl as he plunged into her already wet pussy, fast and deep.
“I’ll tell you Batgirl, the two million dollars I paid to fuck you for one night was too low,” he moaned as she began to move back and forth on his shaft.
“Relax, Frankie, I’m going to show you what a real woman can do,” smiled Batgirl as she clamped down on his dick, tightening her pussy like a vise.
It took only a few more minutes for before Frankie was screaming, as Batgirl slid up and down on his dick, faster and faster, harder and harder as their pelvises met.
“Oh……Sweeeettttt Jeeeesssssuuuuuussssss” he cried as he released his cum into Batgirl’s womb.
Batgirl herself was almost beyond control, only seeking an orgasm now as she continued to position her clit so she could milk Munoz and come.
“Just a minute…just a minute….” Frankie said slowing her down.“You’re not going to get an orgasm out of this, are you?” he asked.
“What!!!!”cried Batgirl.“I…I need to have an orgasm…please,” she begged.
“I want you to beg me for one, then take your mask off for me,” he said.“Imagine that, Batgirl voluntarily taking her mask off for me,” he laughed.
“Please….I’ll do anything…..but not my mask..” she cried,trying to hold onto one last vestige of pride.
“Sorry, babe. Mask or else…” he said trying to pull out of her.
Batgirl, leaned over to grab an Ecstacy laced cigarette, hoping it would dull her desire for a moment.
“Ah…ah… Not that, not yet,” he smiled.“You can have some when you come after you take off the mask.”
Batgirl hesitated, then started pumping him.She felt herself building to orgasm as she reached up with both hands, her breasts flopping up and down in Frankie’s face.She stopped, then pulled her cowl and wig up and flung it off, revealing the face of Barbara Gordon to Frankie.
“Wow…you’re still a fox,” he smiled as Barbara screamed with joy.
“AAARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH” she hollered, her pussy literally exploding with juices as she came and came and came. Finally she stopped, her body glistening with sweat, her pussy sopping wet as she placed her hands on Frankie’s abdomen, exhausted.Her eyes dull, she reached over, grabbed a cigarette and placed it in her mouth as she lit up and inhaled deeply.
In the days that followed, Batgirl was forced to spend one night after another with criminals, but she no longer cared.Her family, friends were far away. She cared only about the constant need for orgasm as one criminal after another came inside of her.It was also becoming harder to hide her obvious pregnancy, as her belly began to slightly protrude as one man after another tamed the once proud crimefighter.
Finally, one day as she shuttered with another thunderous orgasm, she looked up to see her former boyfriend, John standing in front of her, a horrified look on his face as she kneeled, impaled on Terminator’s giant, erect cock, her breasts jumping up and down as she begged him for yet another orgasm.She looked down, ashamed of what she had become as he watched.
“We brought your boyfriend her Barbara to see what you’ve become. A first class whore,” laughed Terminator.“I’ll leave you too alone for awhile.Maybe you can fuck him too, but I’d watch her,” he said gesturing at Barbara.“You never know what kind of STD that old girlfriend of yours had now, ha, ha, ha.”
“I…” stuttered her boyfriend, not believing this was the Barbara Gordon he knew. “How could you?” he finally shouted out, as Barbara averted her eyes, heavily laden with mascara before she began to cry.She sat down and over the course of the next hour explained how she had been captured, hookedon Ecstasy and impregnated. Even as she talked, she paused to light another cigarette, ashamed she was still smoking, but unable to quit.
“We’ve got to get you out of here,” said John shaking his head and looking around.
“I’m afraid there is no escape, John,” wailed Barbara.“If Batgirl couldn’t escape, you aren’t,” she said, taking him in her arms and falling back onto the bed.
“Hey, what are you doing?” exclaimed John, as he kissed her smoky breath and she rubbed his penis.
“Come on, I’m horny, honey.Relax and enjoy me for a few moments,” she said loosening his belt.
“NO!!We need to escape.Now, I’ve got a plan,” he said leaning over and whispering to her.
Moments later he called out for a guard.“Help…help….I think she’s having the baby now.Help!!” he yelled.Since it was late at night, John figured there wouldn’t be many guards on duty.After all, who were they guarding.Barbara didn’t want to leave, he figured.The lone guard unlocked the door and stared at the naked Barbara Gordon standing in front of him, as she grabbed him and brought him to her.
WHAM….John nailed him as Barbara grabbed a robe and the pair ran down the hallway to the exit and the garage.When John had entered he had seen several cars sitting in the garage, all, he noticed, with the keys in in case of a fast getaway.
Barbara got into the car and sat down behind the steering wheel.
“Hey, what are you doing, you can’t drive,” said John.
“Sush…..I am still Batgirl and my driving skills are still better than yours,” she smiled.She drove it away as fast as she could.She knew she had to be careful since she was still high. ‘Barbara…they’re coming up fast,”John shouted a moment later as he gazed into the rearview mirror.“We’ve got to lose them.”She looked back and saw the car in pursuit, coming up fast.She stepped on the gas, as the car fishtailed on the light covering of frost that had accumulated on the roadway.She accelerated as she took a corner wildly, almost losing control as the car spun sideways before she came out of the spin.Her hands shook, knowing she had to save her boyfriend, at the same time, yearning for a hit of Ecstasy.“Maybe I should stop…can do this later,” her mind said as she shook her head.She knew she had to battle the demon inside her head as she glanced in her rearview mirror again.
She gasped as she did, because just then the car behind them bumped theirs, causing it to skid wildly.
“Honey….careful…” gasped John, hanging on.Barbara saw a curve coming. “If I can only move over a little, maybe I can force them off,” she thought to herself, as some of her old skills kicked in.She slammed on the brakes as the car roared past them, then hit them from behind.The car, heavy as it was, barely moved, as it slammed into Barbara’s door, then was suddenly behind them again.
Barbara suddenly realized she was cold.She was only dressed in the skimpy whore’s outfit she had worn which left almost all of her exposed. There was so much she regretted. Not telling John about her life as Batgirl….her weakness for Ecstasy, her pride which prevented her from leaving Terminator earlier.
WHAM…the car behind struck them again, forcing her out of her daydream as the car spun wildly.
“My God….” She said aloud, wrestling with the wheel. The car was rounding a corner as it spun at about 90-miles and hour. “I’m sorry,” was all she could scream to John as the car struck the guardrail and crashed through it smashing her into the dashboard.
Her boyfriend screamed as the car plowed through the guardrail and began it’s plunge.
“NOOOOOO” Barbara screamed, her eyes wild, knowing this was the end as the car plunged down and down and down, rolling over and over and over before landing.Neither had had time to belt themselves in so their bodies ricocheted around the car like pinballs as the car did somersaults on its way down the embankment.
There was silence as Barbara lay on the ground next to the car.She moaned.She tried to lift herself up, but was unable from the many broken bones she suffered.Her back was broken as were her legs.She lay there, gasping her last breaths, as she called for John.There was no answer as she extended her right arm into the car and drew her last breath.
Their bodies were pulled out the next day.Barbara died of multiple injuries from the impact, where she lay outside the car. Her boyfriend, John was crushed to death in the car.
The news reports said that Barbara Gordon, aka Batgirl, had apparently been killed when she lost control of the car.The story noted the corner’s report that she was driving under the influence of the drug Ecstasy, which she had apparently been using for some time and was the probable cause of her losing control of the car and the resulting accident.