Batman and Robin were in Metropolis, pursuing a lead on The Penguin. Before leaving, they had consulted with Commissioner Gordon and Batgirl. It was decided that Batgirl would remain in Gotham City to handle any unusual situations that broke out in the Dynamic Duo's absence.
The Bat-Signal had been on in the nighttime sky over downtown Gotham for about an hour before Batgirl arrived at the Commissioner's office. Gordon briefed the female crime fighter.
"The last couple of nights, expensive perfumes were stolen from two of the three largest downtown department stores. Also, three nights ago, there was a break-in at the Japanese exhibit at the Gotham Metropolitan Museum. Several priceless items of Japanese art and relics were stolen, but nothing else in the entire museum was touched.
"Although there is no clear indication of super-criminal activity, these crimes are just weird enough that I thought you might want to be informed, Batgirl."
"Thank you, Commissioner," replied the red-haired beauty. "You're right. Which department store's perfume counter has yet to be robbed?
"Macy's," piped in Chief O'Hara, who had been standing by quietly.
"Then that is where Batgirl will be spending the evening," replied the disguised Commissioner's daughter. "I will contact you at the first sign of any trouble. The police should maintain their regular patrols of the other city institutions."
Less than thirty minutes later, Batgirl was hiding behind one of the counters of the now deserted and darkened Macy's Department Store. Shortly after one a.m., she heard a sound. Coming down one of the aisles was a solitary figure.
"I don't believe you're supposed to be here!" Batgirl announced to the intruder. Since the person was obviously alone, Batgirl felt no need to call for back-up . . . yet.
"Ah, Batgirl! I hoped you would soon get on the case!" The voice was familiar to Barbara. The words were spoken slowly, but distinctly, with a slight Oriental accent.
As the two figures faced each other, Batgirl recognized the thief: It was Lotus. A beautiful, young, Asian-American woman, she had assisted Louie the Lilac in his attempt to take over Gotham City's perfume industry.
"Out on your own now, eh, Lotus?" Batgirl asked. "You should have learned your lesson last time." All of a sudden, Batgirl noticed that she was feeling a bit strange.
"I learned to stay away from Louie, that doddering old fool! I am going to rely on myself, and on someone on whom I know I can depend." Lotus spoke those last words with a very unusual look in her eye, like she knew something that Batgirl didn't.
The room was starting to spin around Batgirl. ‘What was happening?' she wondered.
"Batgirl, are you enjoying my perfume?" Lotus asked. "It is a very special blend. Just about . . . now, you should be paralyzed. By exposing myself to small amounts over time, I have developed an immunity to it, like the Borgias became immune to their own poisons."
Batgirl fell to the floor, unable to move. She still, however, understood every word Lotus said.
"You will become unconsciousness in a few moments . . . but do not worry. You will recover . . . although you may wish you had not.
"You see, Batgirl, I have rediscovered ancient knowledge that will enable me to stimulate the pleasure centers of your body to their limits . . . and then beyond. You will soon discover the ultimate power of ultimate pleasure."
Lotus knelt next to Batgirl and looked directly into the heroine's unmoving eyes as she spoke these last words, "You have no idea what you are about to experience. I almost envy you.
"Almost.
"Sleep well, Batgirl." This was the last thing Batgirl remembered until . . .
She woke up in a huge oak paneled room. A large fire blazed in a fireplace. The only other sources of light in the room were a few candles and a kerosene lamp on a desk. Batgirl was tied to a chair. Her left leg was bound to a pole, so that her left foot was higher than her head. Her right leg was lashed to the right leg of the chair. Her hands were tied behind her back. Lotus sat behind the desk, a short distance away. She looked at Batgirl, intently.
The most disturbing aspect of this situation to Batgirl, however, was the feelings she was experiencing. She felt strange under her costume. She felt . . . aroused! "Ooooo!" she let out involuntarily.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Batgirl," Lotus said in a soft, soothing voice. "How do you feel?"
"Mmmmm. What have you done to me? Oh!" Batgirl squealed. She was getting more and more turned on by the second!
"Batgirl, I must compliment you on the excellent shape in which you keep your body," Lotus said. "After I brought you here, I removed all your clothes, except for your cowl. You see, I have no desire to know the person behind the mask. I want to deal with Batgirl.
"After I stripped you naked, I put you in Japanese Diamond Torso Bondage. I used the special silken ropes I stole from the Gotham Metropolitan Museum. I treated the ropes with a unique oil, the formula for which I obtained from a secret samurai text."
Batgirl listened to this explanation wide-eyed and terror-stricken. She had never experienced the sensations she was undergoing at this very moment. Beneath the Batgirl outfit, she could feel the lubricated silk bonds massaging her breasts, her anus and her sexual organs. It was not unpleasant, far from it! She felt, however, that at any second she would lose control.
Lotus continued, "You see, Batgirl, the Japanese Diamond Torso Bondage is designed to constantly masturbate you. With each breath, the ropes move, ever so slightly, to continually sexually stimulate you. I would say you are but moments from your first orgasm."
Lotus was right. Batgirl couldn't help but let out a sigh of sexual pleasure. The deep breath almost made her come right then. Batgirl tried holding her breath. She knew it was supposed to be impossible to make yourself lose consciousness by not breathing, but she had to try something!
"Holding your breath, Batgirl?" Lotus asked. "Bad idea. You will soon see why."
A minute passed. Then two. Batgirl was starting to feel light headed. How long could she hold out? Her lungs felt like they were going to burst. Her chest ached. 'Don't breathe,' she thought, but . . .
"WHOOSH." Batgirl let out a huge breath. As she did, the ropes moved quickly over the most sensitive parts of her body. Now she breathed in. Her breasts heaved.
"Ah! AaAaAa aaa a a AH!" She experienced the greatest release she had ever enjoyed.
"There you go, Batgirl. That was not bad, was it? In fact, quite the contrary, I trust. Now, as long as you keep breathing, you will experience climax after climax."
Batgirl struggled wildly, trying to tear herself free.
"You might as well relax," advised Lotus. "Even you cannot break those bonds. You are going to enjoy this whether you like it or not."
Next Batgirl tried to breathe very shallowly, like she did when she was tied in the Siamese Human Knot. But it was to no avail. Even the smallest breaths resulted in the sensual massage continuing. It was relentless, unavoidable.
Before long another wave of emotion overcame Batgirl. "Uhhh," she groaned. "Aiyyyy!" She had her second orgasm. Immediately she was on her way to her third.
"So what's the idea, Lotus? To kill me with kindness, to give me a heart attack? Or is it to drive me insane with lust, mad with pleasure?" Batgirl asked. She bit her lip as the third climax overtook her.
"Nothing so crude, Batgirl. Before long, I will untie your legs and arms. You will be free to go. You can even capture me if you like."
Batgirl was amazed and shocked at this statement. If she could only clear her mind, she might be able to guess what Lotus was up to. Instead, images flooded her brain: Of Batman, of Robin, of Catwoman, of other traps she had been in, of Leonardo DiCaprio, of . . . ah, ah!, AH!! She experienced another amazingly intense orgasm.
"That is number four, right?" Lotus inquired. "You see, Batgirl, even if you escape, remove your bondage and put me in jail, within days you will break me out. You will beg me to reapply the Diamond Torso Bondage. Once you have been in it, you will never get enough. It is ten times more powerful than any drug.
"In a very short time from now, you will be hopelessly addicted to the procedure. Oh, you may have the will power to stay out of it for a few days, but soon your body will demand that you get back into the bondage. Only I can apply it to you in just this way, with the right oil and ropes. You, Batgirl, will become my one-woman gang. Together we will run Gotham City! You will be my ever-so-willing partner in crime, just to satisfy your sexual craving!"
Batgirl was in shock at this revelation. Could it be true? Could she turn criminal, just to satisfy her carnal desires? Her body felt like it was floating, with only the bondage under her costume holding her together. She was ashamed to realize that she had just had the thought that she hoped Lotus wouldn't release her . . . just yet.
'Oh, my God!' thought Batgirl. It was happening already! Her fifth climax hit.
WILL BATGIRL BECOME LOTUS'S SUBMISSIVE SEX SLAVE? IS THERE ANY ESCAPE FOR THE CAPED CRIMEFIGHTRESS? STAY TUNED FOR THE SHOCKING CONCLUSION!
No One Can Stop Us by C.T.
Batgirl discovered that the unique oil, along with her own juices, kept her well lubricated and prevented her tender parts from being rubbed raw. Intellectually, she didn't want to enjoy the ropes' machinations, but there was nothing she could do about it. The temptation to just give in, to let herself go, to relax and revel in the experience was overwhelming.
With each breath her breasts were squeezed and massaged. The specially- treated ropes, drawn ever-so tight, provided clitoral exhilaration at the same time she was getting internal G-spot stimulation . . . not to mention that her anus was receiving erotic attention, as well.
Batgirl felt so helpless and yet . . . this was not at all a violent act like a rape. The treatment she was taking was gentle, almost tender . . . beguiling. She couldn't stop what was being done to her, but she could regulate it.
Soon, Batgirl lost track of how many orgasms she had. Although Lotus had continued to watch Batgirl carefully, her captor had remained silent for the last few minutes. Now the villainess walked up to and past the bound shero.
"All right, Batgirl. I think you have had enough." From behind Batgirl, Lotus undid a knot. She then pulled the first set of ropes out of Batgirl's costume, up the back of her prisoner's neck.
Batgirl felt relieved that her ordeal was over . . . but almost immediately she realized that she was also a bit sad, a little depressed. A vague feeling of emptiness, of loneliness, of longing washed over her.
Lotus pulled the rest of the ropes out of Batgirl's costume. The dark- haired beauty then untied Batgirl's hands and feet. The purple-clad crime fighter was now free.
Batgirl tried to stand. Immediately she collapsed in a heap!
"You will be unable to walk for at least ten minutes, I would say," Lotus explained. "Take your time. I am not going anywhere."
Batgirl's legs were mush. It seemed as if the entire room was vibrating. Then, her body was rocked by a mini-orgasm aftershock. Batgirl laid on the floor, moaning.
The heroine tried to concentrate, to formulate a plan of action. She had never faced Lotus in hand-to-hand combat. ‘Just because she's Asian-American, that's no reason to conclude she's a martial artist,' Batgirl thought. Still, even if her adversary possessed only the most rudimentary fighting skills, Batgirl knew she would be no match for Lotus in her present condition.
It would be better to come back for Lotus later. The woman's conceit would be her undoing, as it had been for so many of Batgirl's opponents. ‘Let her wait here for me to come crawling back to her for another session of Japanese Diamond Torso Bondage. Then I can apprehend her easily,' Batgirl decided.
Finally, Batgirl was able to drag herself to her feet. She stumbled toward the obvious exit, reeling.
"I will be right here when you need me, Batgirl," Lotus called after the retreating superheroine. "I will be waiting for you. See you . . . soon."
Batgirl emerged onto the pre-dawn Gotham City streets. She quickly got her bearings. She was closer to Macy's than her apartment, so the exhausted crime-fighter made her way back to where she had parked her Batgirlcycle. Every so often she had to stop and lean against a building or a lamppost, as her body continued to be racked with mini-orgasm aftershocks.
The sky had brightened appreciably by the time Batgirl and her motorcycle roared back into Batgirl's hidden garage. Barbara removed her cowl as she rode the freight elevator up to her secret Batgirl room. She quickly stripped off her costume and walked, naked, through the doorway to her bedroom and the bathroom beyond.
Barbara, although very tired, felt a little better after a hot shower. She decided she had time for a brief nap before going to work. She set her alarm to ring in one hour and wriggled, nude, under the covers.
As soon as she closed her eyes, however, strange feelings began to bubble up inside of her. Babs' mind began to replay the experiences of the past few hours. A tension began to build inside of Barbara Gordon - a tension that could not be denied.
She found herself consumed by lust! She stretched and moaned. Barbara clenched her fists, arched her back, thrust her pelvis, squeezed her buttocks and curled her toes. Unconsciously, her right hand migrated to between her legs . . .
"No!" she said out loud. Her eyes snapped open. She looked at her alarm clock. Barely five minutes had passed!
Barbara decided to get up, get dressed and prepare some breakfast. ‘Keep busy. That will distract me from the insidious effects of Lotus's Japanese Diamond Torso Bondage. I'm sure its influence will wane over time.'
Barbara had been at work at the Gotham City Public Library for just over an hour when she realized how little she had accomplished. Her concentration was shot. Her thoughts kept returning to erotic topics and how she might satisfy her carnal desires.
Barbara decided she needed to find out all she could about her predicament. Babs told her assistant, Myrtle, that she would be working on a special research topic and that she did not wish to be disturbed. Barbara did the research, amassed a great volume of materials and locked herself in her private office.
By the end of the day, Barbara was more than a little upset at what she had learned. She had considered the question of whether she might actually become a sex addict. Her research told her that the very rigidity, the strict adherence to a code of right and wrong, that she followed as a superheroine made her susceptible to addiction!
She discovered that sex could fill any addictive need a human being could manifest. Drugs were either stimulants, opiates or hallucinogens, but sex could be all three. Sex could stimulate and thrill, ease tension and discomfort and allow one to escape reality, all in one!
Barbara called upon her extraordinary willpower to dismiss stray erotic thoughts. She dispassionately analyzed what had been done to her. Peptides, such as endorphin, had been released in her brain as she had been aroused and forced to repeatedly orgasm. Those peptides paralleled the molecular construction of opiates, like morphine, but were many times more powerful. Phenylethylamine, structurally similar to amphetamine, combined with the presence of the fear, risk and danger of the Japanese Diamond Torso Bondage, had helped to create within her an even higher state of arousal.
There seemed to be five paths available to her: (1) Quitting "cold turkey;" (2) Quitting by gradually reducing dosages; (3) Substitution of her addiction with another; (4) Indulgence and (5) Self-destruction.
Suicide and going along with Lotus were out of the question. The idea of substituting sex addiction for some sort of drug held no appeal. Barbara could not think of a way to gradually reduce her time spent in the Diamond Torso Bondage.
That left only one option. Quitting. Cold turkey.
Barbara shuddered at the prospect.
Barbara returned to her apartment. She fed her pet bird Charlie, had something to eat and then tried to decide what to do next.
She thought about going out as Batgirl, to try to take her mind off the gnawing emptiness slowly growing inside her, but decided that would be a bad idea. For Batgirl to successfully function, she needed complete and total concentration. The distractions within her now could prove fatal.
Barbara decided to try to employ Yoga mind-relaxation techniques to try to achieve some measure of inner peace. She removed all of her clothes, sat on her bedroom floor and bent her muscular legs into the full Lotus position.
She closed her eyes and tried to empty her mind . . . but without success. It was still there: a deep, burning desire, insistent on being met.
The more she attempted to relax, the more her libido raged. She perceived her blood to be boiling hot. It seemed as if she could feel the hormones being pumped into her system. Thoughts of carnal passion refused to be dismissed from her consciousness.
Finally, her frustration was too much. She saw no alternative but to give in, at least a little, to the emotions raging within her. She began to masturbate.
Slowly, she stimulated first her labia and then her clitoris. Her fingers danced up and down her clitoris. Her hot spot was highly responsive, especially after the thoughts that had been running through her head all day.
Now, her index finger stroked her glans and shaft, evoking erotic feelings of considerable intensity. Before long, she climaxed, the manually-induced orgasm breaking over her.
It was good . . . but disappointing. To her horror, Barbara came to realize that not only had the self-stimulation failed to quench her fires of passion, but it had actually resulted in stoking the flames!
Barbara untangled herself and stood up. She had broken out in a cold sweat. Rather than satisfying herself, she had only managed to drive herself even further into sexual frenzy!
Wild, random ideas flew into her head: ‘Buy some sex toys? Call an escort service? Solicit a prostitute?' These thoughts scared her. She feared she might be losing her mind.
Her amazing will power, which had served her so well in the past, crumbled like a sand castle before the tide. Suddenly, she knew what she had to do.
She didn't want to do it, but she realized she had no choice. Barbara activated the revolving wall in her bedroom and changed into Batgirl.
"Ah, Batgirl! Back so soon?" Lotus crowed.
"Yes, Lotus. I need more . . . please. I'll do anything you ask," Batgirl said flatly.
A broad smile broke over the Asian-American woman's cruel, yet beautiful, face. "Of course you will, my dear. You have come to realize that pleasure denied is even more powerful than pleasure received.
"Hmmm," Lotus observed. "You lasted a little less than 24 hours. Really, do not feel badly. For someone with, I would guess, your lack of ‘experience,' it really is amazing that you held out that long."
Lotus continued, "Well, Batgirl, the first thing I want you to do, as sort of a trial run, is to help me with a simple bank job, say at the Gotham City First National Bank."
"Whatever you say, Mistress, but, to be successful, even a bank robbery needs careful planning . . . and right now, I can hardly think!" Batgirl gushed. "Please, I beg of you! Put me back into the Japanese Diamond Torso Bondage! Then we can start picking Gotham City clean."
Lotus considered her new henchwoman's request. She certainly didn't want their first crime together to be botched . . . and besides, another turn in the Bondage (a little longer session this time) would only reinforce Batgirl's addiction. "All right, Batgirl. I can be reasonable. Why not?
"But for now, I am still going to apply the Bondage while you are unconscious. I do not want you to see how it is done until I am absolutely sure of your loyalty."
"Oh, sure! No problem!" Batgirl said enthusiastically. Except for her cowl, she began to disrobe.
"My, you are eager, are you not?" Lotus cooed. "When you are ready, sit on the floor, by the chair."
In less than a minute, Batgirl was sitting on the floor, wearing only her cowl. Lotus picked up an atomizer, walked over to Batgirl and leaned in.
Lotus squeezed the bulb of the atomizer. A fine spray shot into Batgirl's face. Within seconds, the Dominoed Dare Doll was unconscious.
"Yeah! Oh yeah!"
Batgirl giggled and took a series of rapid, short breaths, which made the feelings even more intense than they had been the day before when she was trying to resist. "YES!" she screamed.
Lotus kept Batgirl in the Torso Bondage about thirty minutes longer this time. Batgirl was quite content.
Soon, Lotus had once again released Batgirl. In moments, Batgirl had recovered enough to stand at Lotus's side, next to a table covered by blueprints of the Gotham City First National Bank.
"Well, Batgirl, ready to begin planning our two-woman crime wave?"
With a deftness and skill born of constant practice, Batgirl stepped behind Lotus, grabbed her by the arms and snapped a pair of Bat-cuffs on her wrists!
"What!!" Lotus screamed. "Are you mad?? You will need to be back in the Bondage soon, Batgirl! Very soon! You will pay for this!"
"No, Lotus. You will pay . . . for the crimes you've already committed," Batgirl announced. "As to my need to get back in the Bondage, let me re-introduce you to my ‘real' partner!"
Out of the shadows, holding a video camera, stepped Robin, the Boy Wonder!
"I got the whole procedure on tape," Robin explained. "Though, after watching Lotus tie you up, I'm pretty sure I know how to do it. A quick analysis of the oil in those ropes in the Bat-Analyzer in the Batcave and we should be set for as many sessions as it will take to wean you off this UnHoly Tie. Once that's done, we can return the silk ropes to the Japanese exhibit."
"No!" Lotus yelled. "How?"
"I called Batman on his mobile Hotline from Commissioner Gordon's office and told him I would need Robin's assistance for the next few weeks in a special, secret assignment," Batgirl related. "Batman was somewhat reluctant, but we convinced him to fly Robin back from Metropolis in the Bat-Jet."
Robin picked up the story. "I came in with Batgirl and then hid until you were busy putting her into the Bondage. You were so absorbed in what you were doing, and so sure of yourself, that you didn't notice me, watching the entire time. I even had to move around a bit, so that I always had a clear view."
"That's why I felt I needed Robin's help, rather than just hiding a camera somewhere myself," Batgirl interjected. "Besides, I doubt I could tie myself up properly alone."
"You know, Batgirl," Robin began with a mischievous grin on his face, "maybe we should take this opportunity to practice what I've learned."
Batgirl smiled back at the Teen Wonder. Batman would never approve of such a thing . . . but what the Caped Crusader didn't know, wouldn't hurt him.
"What do you mean?" Lotus shouted hysterically. "NO! You cannot do this! Leave my clothes alone!! Wait!!! You two are the good guys!!!! STOP IT!!!!!"
Over the next month, Batgirl and Robin spent much intimate and interesting time together, as Batgirl slowly conquered her addiction to the Japanese Diamond Torso Bondage. The Dynamite Duo got to know each other quite well and became even closer friends.
Meanwhile, Lotus raved her story to anyone who would listen. No one - not the police, her attorney nor even the other inmates - believed her fantastic claim: that Batgirl and Robin had tied her into some ancient, sexually- addictive bondage position. Before her trial, however, Lotus was transferred to the psychiatric ward of the Gotham City Public Hospital. There she spent a considerable length of time wearing a straight-jacket in a rubber-padded room.