Batgirl III: Undercover slave: A novella
Part 1: Going undercover
In order to find evidence to bust a gang lord, Cassandra Cain goes undercover as a sex slave serving him. But can she maintain her cover? And what will happen if she's caught?
Categories: M/F sex, Bondage, rape, mind control, pregnancy, F/F sex
Note: Considering the way this story came together, with parts all over the place I decided to do a complete version as well just so you can see how it all goes together. This is also the first publication of part VI and I have rewritten the epilogue. Enjoy the show guys.
I'd also like to take a quick moment to say a public thanks to Bob Cashman who gave me a few pointers on the series. I'd also like to say thanks to those of you who sent fan mail about this and also about my other stories.
She knelt before him sucking on his huge black cock, this cute Asian flower who had been sold into slavery by her brother, and who now served him in order that he not murder her family. But what would the drug lord think if he knew he was being blown by Batgirl?
In retrospect it had been easy; Cassandra Batgirl Cain had followed a known drug addict to the airport one morning in Bludhaven. Her hope had been to follow him to his supplier, make the supplier tell her his supplier and so on up the chain. Suddenly she discovered something else. Waiting for Jimmy Lee that morning was a girl Cassie's age, his sister she realised. What's more Cassie and the girl looked very similar, with only minor differences, like eye color or hair style. Nonetheless though intrigued she got on with the job and followed him to his apartment.
Thankfully both apartments' either side were empty, and since the place smelt like a crack house, that was no real surprise. Bludhaven might be corrupt, but no one ever wants to raise kids, anywhere near drug addicts. Anyway it was the work of moments to plant bugs and listen in on them. What Cass discovered shocked her. He handcuffed the girl to a bed then explained to Kiko (the girl) that he hadn't called her over for her to go to school but because he was being threatened by a drug lord. He had sold her to him to save his own life. He then gagged her and left to do some shopping saying he'd be back in three hours.
Cassie quickly went to work. Within minutes she was back at the airport buying a ticket to Hong Kong and within half an hour was in costume breaking into the apartment. She quickly freed the distressed teen, then handed her the ticket and some money. Go home, was all she said and the terrified girl just stared at her. She then realised the door to the other room was closed, she opened it and she and the girl looked in. Jimmy Lee was lying on the floor with a bullet in the shoulder. He looked at his sister and spoke halting Chinese.
<They made me send for you but I wanted to stop it. I went there with a gun, Barton turned it on me>
<Barton Mitchell?> asked Batgirl.
<How bad are you?>
<It is bad enough but they come in two hour to take her, I am a fool and now they enslave my sister and threaten my family>
Batgirl turned to Kiko and said this time in Chinese <Use that ticket go home, say your brother is unable to keep you, tell no one of this>
the girl ran.
<You will die soon; I will take you to Hospital>
<No better I die, without her, kill family the shame of what I did>
<But why?>
<Your statement is no good, but on the inside I can gather evidence, I have played the slave before, I can do so again> Cassie remembered how after fleeing her first murder she had been so broken she had ended up a child sex slave for over a year before escaping. She could be a slave again if it handed her the worst dope ring on the east coast.
She left to prepare her idiot plan. She changed into civilian clothing, and then cut her hair in Kiko's style, very soon she was back, and Jimmy had a question for her as he lay almost dead. <Who are you?>
She shut the door and chained herself to the bed to wait. She did not have to wait long. Before ten minutes had passed two burley black men burst in took one look through the door and moved over to her, Kiko? one demanded, she nodded,
You speak English? she shook her head, You won't need too. The man smiled.
<Where is my brother?> Cassie asked.
Sorry don't speak chink the other man replied. They grabbed Cassie's head and forced a bondage hood over it blocking out all light, then they quickly hogtied her with Cassie providing just enough resistance to be believable. They then carried her to a car and drove several miles out of the city. Eventually they reached the destination and Cass felt herself being carried inside. She was forced to kneel on a cold floor and then the hood was pulled off.
<What is this!?> She cried out and to her surprise Barton Mitchell replied in Chinese.
<Shut up and listen, bitch. We have your brother, he stiffed us, and there's a price. So if he and you want to live, you have to pay that price. As of now you are a slave, you will do exactly as I tell you, or he dies, clear?>
Feigning reluctance she lowered her head and said
<Good now prove it, suck on this.> He unzipped his pants and produced his huge
black member. Reluctantly Cassie began to suck it, and that's where we came in.
She quickly climaxed him then at his urging swallowed all the cum.
Prepare tonight's shipment and get the ledgers out of the safe, no take her away first. Cassie was dragged out and down to a communal bathroom where she was forced to strip naked then cleaned with a hose. She was then forced to wear a dog collar to which one of the men attached a chain and led to a tiny box room. The chain was locked to a ring over the bed and was just long enough to reach a toilet and sink nearby, as well as the light switch. They dropped something on the bed then left. Cassie quickly checked the room, no bug; no cams not even a spy hole in the door.
She then checked the collar, it was padlocked to the wall but, only strapped round her neck, she could easily remove it if she wanted to. From the sounds of it though all she had to do was listen when in Mitchell's presence, he was so sure she was unable to comprehend, he'd told his men his plans with her beside him. So far her undercover work was going well. All she had to do was give lots of head (and probably normal sex) and he got what she wanted. She didn't much mind the blowjobs either. Back in China she'd done hundreds both as a slave and on the streets for money to live. It was a part of her life she wasn't proud of but it was finally useful to her. She looked at the object they had left. It was a thin rubber shaft shaped like a male penis. Since no one was watching she used it for its intended purpose for a little while. She then reflected for a moment. It was certainly lucky the other girl was so like her and spoke Chinese. Cassie spoke it because a while back a telepath had altered her mind. Her father David Cain had taught her violence as a language and not how to speak; the telepath had instead rewritten the code in her head so she could use spoken language. Chinese was her primary language by default, this was because she had lived in china for years so the language she had heard the most of was Chinese, or rather Cantonese, the local dialect. Oh well she thought lets just make this plan work out.
Part 2: Cassie the slavegirl
Continuity note: This version of Cassandra Cain doesn't have any visible scars from her battles.
The next day
Cassandra Cain was beginning to wonder if she'd made a mistake in her plans. She was kneeling on the floor and tightly bound with ropes. Her arms were bound at the wrist and then pulled over her head, further ropes bound her wrists to her upper arms bending then into a useless triangle shape and her bound wrists were connected by another rope to a rope harness over her breasts. This was just tight enough to be noticeable but if Cass tried to pull her arms free it tugged on the harness compressing her breasts in a painful manner. The ropes making up the harness crossed over her belly button then joined a crotch rope round her private parts; this also got moved when she tried to move her arms ensuring a painful time as the rope rubbed her tender flesh. More rope joined both her ankles and thighs together and a loop of rope linked her thighs and neck making sure she had to keep her head bent or feel as though she was being choked. The ropes were not the worst of it however.
Before being placed like this Cassie had been spread eagled on a bed face down while a transfer tattoo was rubbed onto her back. As this had been being done Barton Mitchell her new owner had explained that this was a temporary one until he could get her tattooed for real; Kiki had of course complained and even more when she saw the picture. It was an artistic representation of a pretty Asian girl, being ravaged by a sea monster as other figures looked on. This had got her gagged for her trouble, a black ball gag now filled her mouth reducing her speech to muffled moans. Worse though was her hair, or rather lack of it, her black locks had been snipped off and then a razor taken to her scalp leaving her totally bald. The hairless tattooed look changed her completely and makes her look weak and submissive.
Cassie had struggled with her bonds but could not get free, she was in a Japanese rope tie and a well designed one. Naked and helpless she could only sit there and wait for the next humiliation. Mitchell walked in, glanced at her bonds and then produced a syringe, unable to fight him Cassie had to watch as he injected whatever it was into her and then leave without a word.
After he left all she could do was sit on the bare floor in the harsh light of a bare bulb. Her jaw was beginning to ache from the gag and the tight ropes were starting to rub her skin. In addition she had to keep a very careful balance to avoid breast pain or strangling herself. Her position was seriously humiliating and worse she was being filmed by a camera in the corner of the room. She'd be even more embarrassed if she'd known it was broadcasting live to web subscribers. Tears began to roll down her face, she was pathetic how could she have thought she could do this, she was just going to end up a slutty slave and there was nothing she could do about it! She wanted to put her head in her hands and cry like a baby but she couldn't because the ropes held her in place. Panic was beginning to ensue, she had told only two people what she was planning, one was dead and the real Kiki Lee wasn't likely to talk for fear of Barton Mitchell finding her! No one would know where to find her.
Cassie started to fell faint and her head began to spin as she hyperventilated and shook, and as she rocked in her humiliation the rope in her crotch rubbed at her clit. Cassie began to feel warmth around her pussy; she was getting aroused by this humiliation! She cried harder; how dare her body betray her like this! Rationally Cassie would have known that her own anguish was pushing her to climax but she was far from rational. She had a weak orgasm and cried harder.
For the next two hours Cassie shook and cried and had four more orgasms. By the end she was sweaty sore and thirsty and angry with herself. Her stupidity had left her trapped in this situation with no way out and Cassie knew Barton would never let her go. There were only two ways she would escape him, feet first or sold to another sadistic master.
Through a veil of tears Cassie watched as Mitchell re-entered the room. He
reached down and took off her ball gag. Cassie gratefully shut her mouth and
moved her sore jaw around to remove the cramp in it. He looked at his sweaty
slave and smiled at her. Cassie knew this man controlled her utterly and she
would do almost anything to escape her bonds. She begged him,
<Yes!> she almost screamed
<I'll do it what ever it is just let me go!>
<You must fuck me and all my boys, Will you do that?>
A hot flush passed over Cassie she wanted out but that was so humiliating. Mind
you she was feeling really horny and somehow she couldn't bring herself to say
no to him.
He untied her and gave her a drink, and then he led her to another room where
there was a padded bench on the floor. There were also about a dozen black men
standing there with their pants down revealing their large cocks. As Cassie
looked at the members she felt really aroused, <You like cocks don't you?>
Barton asked her and it was true she did,
Cassie lowered herself onto the bench and looked up at the men above her. She felt and almost irresistible urge to take those cocks in her pussy or, suck them or even give hand jobs. After hours of tiny self induced orgasms she was massively horny and had to have sex. One of the men advanced and she arched her back so he could enter her pussy, My, my aren't we a horny slut, the man said as he grabbed her legs and pulled her onto his hard cock. He began grinding back and forth pushing Cassie towards orgasm. Another man walked forward and lifted up her front forcing his cock into her mouth. Cassie immediately began to suck it as the other man climaxed into her pussy.
For the next hour Cassie increasingly covered in cum was passed around the men like some kind of sex toy. Finally she was allowed to collapse exhausted back onto the bench and the men left. Barton led her to another room, a bare cell and used a hose to clean her off. The water gushed down a round hole in the middle of the floor. Barton pointed it out to her, < This is your toilet and that straw is your bed. Until you are trained you will live here. Serve well and you will be rewarded, serve poorly and you will be punished> He locked the door and left. Shortly afterwards a flap in the bottom of the door opened and a bowl of cold watery soap was pushed inside. Cassie drank it in seconds and then lay in the straw to rest her aching body. The lights snapped off and once more Cassie began to cry, what was happening to her. She had come here to stop him yet instead she had debased herself and let herself be fucked by a dozen men. She had never been so humiliated in her life what was happening to her. She seemed to have no will of her own only to obey him. It was like she wanted this but that couldn't be true! Humiliated she cried herself to sleep but later came the final humiliation. Desperate for the toilet she had to go in the hole denied even a proper toilet...
Cassie did not know her ordeal was being recorded by a tiny night vision camera feeding back to a screen on which Barton watched. He smiled as she pissed down the drain. Kiki was coming along nicely, she was utterly confused and proving very pliable. Kiki could not know but the drug he had given her was two drugs developed by the KGB in the cold war. One gradually broke down a persons will leaving them suggestible. While the other put women in a permanent state of arousal and desperate for sex, any kind of sex. They had been used to create agents for the Soviet Union who were utterly submissive and controllable by their sexual appetite. As a useful side effect the drug was highly addictive and very fast acting. A few days and she'd beg to do anything for the drug and a few months would leave her a puppet, broken and devoted to him. Just to make things worse for her, the drugs also included a highly addictive new ecstasy like drug which would make her extremely high, the combination would make it impossible for her to think straight and help him own her mind...
The next morning Cassie slowly awoke in pain. Her vision was blurry and her hands shook. As she tried to rise she felt dizzy and her head spun. She collapsed back onto the straw weak and shivering. She lay there and tried to figure out what was wrong but even thinking was proving difficult. She half heard someone come in, then vaguely saw someone stand over her. She distantly felt something prick her skin.
Within seconds she began to fell better, she felt really good and she was really, really horny in fact she realised she'd do anything for sex and she also felt like she needed to obey any order she was given.
Then something clicked in her drugged and addled brain Drugs its drugs. In her brain she slowly realised what this was some kind of drug that made her obedient and desperate for sex. And what's more she had suffered massive withdrawal symptoms when she didn't have it. Cassandra Cain Batgirl was being turned into a junkie whore. Slowly something rose in her mouth fighting passed the drugs just for a moment, a blood curdling scream as she realised her mistake and the depth to which she had already fallen...
Part III: Fallen Bat
Two days passed, each day Cassandra was given the drug and acted like a slave and a whore, allowing men to gang rape her by the dozen and each night the drug wore off and a weak and humiliated Cassandra was left to drop exhausted onto her pitiful bed. Each night she swore to fight to attack fresh in the morning and destroy Barton Mitchell but each morning the withdrawal symptoms were worse and all she could do was prey for the drug even as it tore away at the fabric of her mind and reality. Even after so short a time she could feel it even undrugged her will to resist weakened and her desire to serve grew everyday. She was becoming addicted to the abuse heaped on her.
On day four things only got worse. As normal Barton came into find Cassie bedraggled and shivering. But this time he didn't just give her the drugs this time he had demands. <So far slut I've given this to you for free. That's changing, this shit costs a lot to make so your gonna pay for it>
<NO DON'T NO WANT DRUG!!> Cassie screamed at him barely able to remember how to speak, and barely clinging to her disguise.
<Yes you do you feel like death right now but the drug makes you feel amazing doesn't it>
<Don't bother I can see it in your eyes. And the only way you get this from now on is to work as a whore for me.>
<NO NOT A WHORE!> she screamed and tried to charge him before collapsing exhausted.
<Ha, your already broken you just don't see it, you can't live without the drug can you, not say yes!>
Cassie knelt on the floor and tears rolled down her face as she realised he was right, it didn't matter anymore, she'd do almost... no she'd do anything for a fix. It meant nothing to her that it was humiliating she'd do anything for the drug. She wasn't Batgirl anymore, she was only, <I'm a junkie whore, and I will do as you order>.
Broken she knelt there totally humiliated as he placed the drug syringe in her hand, this was the final breaking point, she had to do it to herself. Slowly shakily she closed her hand round the symbol of her defeat. It would be so easy to plunge the needle into him but she could not do it as much as she wanted that she had to have this more. She pushed it into her lower arm and injected herself with the slaving drugs. A tear rolled down her face as a smile broke over her face...
The next couple of weeks were hell for Cassie, everyday the broken girl was drugged up and taken to a whorehouse where she turned tricks from dawn to past midnight. Then she was bought back to her cell and allowed a few short hours of sleep before it started all over again and every morning she had to beg for the drug and increasingly perform humiliating tasks to get it like sucking off his cock or even drinking her own piss. All of it designed to further erode her resistance and make her even more submissive to his will to transform her totally into a drug whore and fuck slave. And then came the day she was totally destroyed. It was a simple sentence that did it but it destroyed everything for her.
I know you're not Kiki Lee. It was a nice plan but it failed the moment you got here. Your drug addled a broken pathetic wreak and it hasn't saved her. One of my men saw her in Hong Kong.
<What I don't understand>
Oh don't bother I know you understand. And here's the proof, he showed her a picture of Kiki trussed up like a hog. I've got her upstairs, it was all for nothing, I have her and I'm going to use her and abuse her unless you tell me something.
For weeks Cassie had been trying to pull her will together to fight back in spite of the drugs to take control long enough to kill Mitchell but now she collapsed once more, she had failed and even the girl she had saved was no longer free. What have I done she whispered.
I want answers or no fix, who are you? she looked up her head spinning, she wanted to defy him but she just had no strength left to do so to do anything.
Cassandra... she breathed, Cassandra Cain,
And why are you here,
Tried to infiltrate...to get evidence on you,
Why you're no cop far too young, wait Cain, not as in Killer Cain, David Cain,
My Father... she admitted after a long pause.
Father, oh this is too good, I know you, and you're that freak he trained to be some kind of super killer. But why like this no assassin needs to do this. Why the fuck are you here.
Cassie was silent for over a minute, Right I'll go and get started on Kiki's rapes them, Mitchell turned to leave, to break another innocent and taking the drug with him. Cassie was unsure what she liked less. She finally knew she had to say this,
Batgirl, I'm Batgirl,
Mitchell laughed loudly. Oh this is good, this is really good. I've turned a Superheroine into a slutty slave-whore, what are you?
I'm a slave-whore master,
Whose slave whore?
Your slave whore master, please give me my fix master, I'm begging you I need it so much... she moaned no longer caring how she sounded.
Here you go, Batwhore, He dropped it on the floor; Cassie dashed over and injected it into herself immediately feeling better. Now suck me off! Cassie took his member in her mouth and began to suck it but after less than a minute and no where near she just sank to the floor in horror at what she had become, her eyes were glassy vacant as she just sat there. Unperturbed Mitchell jerked off and spurted the lot over her face, and then he looked down at her.
So how does it feel slave, once you were something, now you're just a bitch a drug addled hooker begging for a fix, and you know what it won't help Kiki, I'm just gonna break her anyway. Your nothing and you never will be. He walked out the door.
Cassie laid the floor and began to cry, and then scream, she was a failure. She had set out to bring down a drug lord and instead she was a drug whore. And worse she had failed even to save the girl she replaced. She had sold her soul and it was all for nothing, nothing, nothing...
Part IV: Cassandra's torment
It was twenty hours since Cassie had been forced to reveal her true identity and for all that time she had lain on the floor of her cell shaking and crying. She wanted to die but had no way to kill herself. Finally her tormentor the drug lord Barton Mitchell returned and entered the cell. She barely noted his arrival or the prick as the drugs flowed into her system once more. He grabbed her bald head and pulled her face up to look at his. So how are you this morning Batslave?
Cassie just went on crying to angry and frightened to do otherwise. Barton smiled, Good I expected defiance but this is very good. Well Miss Cain I think you should forget your old life forever, you're here with me now, in fact I'm going to erase your old self entirely, by the time I'm done you won't recognise yourself and in time what is left of your mind will join your body. He grabbed her and slung her over his shoulder the drugs and her damaged mind ensuring he could not resist. She barely even registered the journey and only revived when he slammed her down on a surgical table and strapped her naked form to it. Harsh light bathed her as he placed straps over her forehead and chin keeping her head trapped in place. Finally she managed a question,
Wha...what are you doing to me? all that got was a hard slap.
I am your master I don't have to explain myself to a piece of trash slave like you. Oh and the rooms soundproof feel free to scream. He smiled evilly and Cassie tried to struggle in spite of her fogged up brain, suddenly something appeared in her field of vision, a red hot brand in the shape of a Chinese symbol, he positioned the brand and bought it down on her left cheek. In all her life in all that had happened the last weeks Cassie had never screamed like she did at that moment. And she did it once again when a second brand touched her other cheek. Her face felt like the skin had been burnt off. She screamed for over ten minute until she was too horse to go on. Barton just ignored her and started rubbing something into her scalp. This is a depil cream by the way, that means that for at least the next few months your head is going to stay hairless, Cassie would have screamed at the loss of her hair if she had any energy left.
And so the changes went on for hours on end without mercy and without even a thought for Cassie...
Hours later Cassie stood in the middle of the cell trying to rest while staying bolt upright. For once she didn't mind so much, it hurt to even think about being able to lie down. What she did mind were the changes to her body. Starting with her face, her brands were black on her skin. They were the mark of her new station she had been told, the one on the left read slave the one on the right read Whore . She was still totally bald of course and her ears were pierced through the lobes, tiny steel grommets were threaded through the holes providing a metal channel through her flesh. Rings were passed through them made of titanium and cold soldered shut ensuring they could not easily be removed. Small weights of less than twenty grams had been hooked to the rings and they were agony to her broken flesh. Her breast too had been pierced and ringed but here at least no weight had been added, no weight apart that was from the fine nipple chain that was attached to the rings and like them soldiered in place. Her pussy lips were also pierced with two rings and worst of all a black brand in the shape of her own symbol had been scorched into her lower back.
Cuffs circled her wrists and ankles and these had been riveted in place, the same was true of the cold two inch steel collar which constantly reminded her of its presence, and was just tight enough for her to feel it without it cutting off her airway. Tiny padlocks attached a two foot chain to her ankle cuffs and this was in turn connected to a long chain running up to a ring on the collar, two further rings connected to her arm cuffs ensuring she could only bring her arms down ninety degrees while a tiny six inch chain linked them together ensuring her hands were pretty much useless.
Barton had been right Cassie did not recognise herself now though in truth that had been the case for a long time before.
Cassie was allowed to heel for three days the only contact she had was when someone bought in the drugs or gave her water. Finally one morning she had her water and passed out due to some knockout drug in it. She awoke to find herself in the open air tightly chained to a post while on her knees; a ring gag was in her mouth ensuring she could not close it or speak and in front of her was a table covered in whips, weights and other nasty objects. Barton appeared and began to speak,
Well Cassie your modifications have settled nicely so it's time for the next phase, your going to stay out here chained up for as long as I decide is fit, while you are any of my people man or woman can come along and do as they see fit with you. Oh and look to your left, Cassie did so and bulked, it was Kiki as naked as she was and clearly facing the same fate. Now for both of you there is only one way out of this. Kiki you must agree to suck me off as your submission to my will and then do it. And Cassie I want one thing, I want you to tell me who Batman is! Cassie shook her head that was the one thing she wasn't giving up, she might have destroyed herself and Kiki but she couldn't, wouldn't betray anyone else. She shook her head.
About what I expected, now one final thing Cassie, he took something from the table and Cassie saw a hood shaped like her own cowl (except the mouth part was open, and it was made of very thick leather), he forced it over her head and Cassie's world went black and silent.
Cassie knelt there for who knew how long, blind and waiting for the inevitable. She knelt there for what felt like hours and after a while she began to wonder if anything would ever happen. Finally it did, she heard footsteps and then someone grabbed her right breast, she gasped and as they twisted it by the ring. Then she felt a tug on her tit chain and she was forced forwards, something was attached to the chain and she felt her tits elongate as she was pulled downwards, a further chain was attached to a ring at the back of the collar forcing her to keep her head held forward against the tit pain and back to keep from strangling. It was painful hard work and Cassie was soon panting and sweaty from the effort. Next came a prick which Cassie knew were drugs and sure enough she soon felt more randy and submissive. So when someone pushed a cock in her mouth she began to suck it willingly as she was trained to. Instead of coming though the man squirted it all over her face and chest she faintly heard laughing as he left.
She was left in her painful posture for a while and she heard Kiki yelping as she was worked on, soon it was her turn again, She was released from the tit torture and her head was forced back to the pole where the ring on her collar was connected to one built into the pole. At first she was grateful for the relief but that soon changed, because whoever it was started to whip her breasts. Whoever it was wanted her to hurt and Cassie began to scream as the whipping went on for more than fifty strokes. By the end she was sore and in pain and totally humiliated...
The torment seemed to go on for ever, oral rapes, whippings, new and worse tortures. It could have been three hours it could have been three weeks. She no longer knew the drugs and the sensory depravation were making her so confused she had no idea what anything was, at time she even began to wonder if anything was real or if everything before this torment was just a dream, she was very thirsty and in a lot of pain and Cassie was beginning to believe she would die. She so wanted to be defiant but in her sapped drugged state she had not the will, all she wanted was to save her own life, even to go back to her recent life as a whore anything but this living death she was enduring. Little did she realise but she was suffering classic Stockholm syndrome, she found herself thinking of the positives, how she was only made to have lots of sex and do chores, how few responsabities she had. And slowly she saw it, Barton wanted little of her all he wanted was for her to fuck well and tell him her secrets, and then she thought of Batman, always pushing, making her live in a hole in the ground and how everyone kept on at her to be the best to be this super crime fighter. And she had committed a crime hadn't she, she had betrayed Barton's trust and tried to steal what was his by right, and she was a killer and someone who hurt people, wasn't it right she was in prison for it.
She remembered her first slavery how she had so often felt the death of her freedom even her self-respect was justified for the man she had killed at eight years old. She was only worth one thing she began to see she was a monster who had to be caged for the world's protection. She was a criminal and she must be punished. She could think of no kindness Batman had ever given her and why should she suffer for someone so aloof. And then she realised the last thing of all, it had been a month and none of them had come to save her. Why bother protecting the Bat family when they could not even be bothered to save her? No reason at all they could suffer as she had suffered, she finally decided. She gathered her strength and bit down on the gag had, the plastic broke under her trained martial artists moves and that was the final straw. She knew now she could have escaped anytime and why not? Because I want this she spat out the gag.
Master, she croaked, His name is Bruce Wayne, she felt the hood removed revealing the night sky and Barton stepped before her smiling,
Good girl, she stared up at her master and smiled back, and then she began to speak.
Please my master I am so sorry. I am sorry I tried to hurt you and your work. I see now that I was the one at fault. In my chains I am finally free, free of the responsibilities forced on me my whole life. All you asked was my service and I betrayed it. And no one even bothered to realise you had even captured me. I hate them all you're the only one who seems to care; I will serve you however you wish. She bowed her head silently.
Barton smiled he knew he had won for Cassie had been driven insane and broken by him, with that speech he knew she loved him and would give him everything else he asked of her.
He unchained her and took her to his bed, he then asked a few more questions, placed a few calls and made love to her...
Part V: Cassie and the Machine
Cassie Cain screamed her lungs out as pain surged through her nubile young body.
Cassie was to the most insidious device she had yet been subjected to in her time as a slave. Naked she was attached to a frame which had four curved poles sticking up. Her arms and legs were strapped to these poles and her body hung lose in the middle which meant her whole weight was on her wrist and ankles. Worse still though two cylindrical metal things were attached to her breast covering her nipples, and each cylinder was filled with about a hundred small spikes digging into her tits. There were also long insulated cables running off them which aside from pulling on the cylinders had another purpose. A cylindrical dildo filled her pussy and another one her anus both also held in by tiny spikes, there was also a catheter in her other hole and electrodes strapped to her inner thighs. Finally a metal collar went round her neck and a ball gag filled her mouth. Except for the gag every one of the objects had wires coming off of them.
Even as obedient as Cassie now was this was hard to endure, her arms were on fire and her legs were little better. And as for the spikes! But there was worse, because a box was connected to the wires with LCD readout and this is what it said.
Subject: Cassie
Program: Pain One
Duration: 03:55:14
Setting: Random
Pain level: High
The time was counting down and had started as six hours. Every so often Cassie was subjected to painful electric shocks by the machine and this was totally random. After two hours Cassie was exhausted and sore. This she was told was part of her ongoing punishment for trying to capture her master, drug lord, Barton Mitchell. Broken and drugged as she was Cassie known she had to be punished but surely she had suffered enough by now?
Another shock ran through her tits which were now so sore they felt like they were going to drop off at any moment.
The next shot went through the catheter and the pain caused her to do (what for Cassie was the most humiliating thing ever), her bladder let go and the tube filled with golden piss as she voided in public. Worse still Kiki Lee (the girl she had taken the place of when she first tried to enter the operation) was strapped to the floor below her, with the tubes other end locked in her mouth. Cassie was being made to feed the woman she'd failed to save her own piss!
Cassie and Kiki looked even more alike now than they had when Cassie had first noticed the resemblance; both were hairless, battered and bruised, and both had brands on their cheeks one reading slave and the other whore. Cassie's lower back was branded with a bat, while Kiki had been tattooed with a robin. Cassie supposed it was a joke of sorts. Both girls shared the same haunted look, of girls who had been pushed beyond their limits and then crushed.
Strangely enough despite the pain and torment Cassie felt no sorrow for herself; after all it had been her stupidity that got her into this. And besides Cassie had been tortured and tormented for most of her life, first by her father trying to mould her and then by the men who'd enslaved her in a brothel years before. For Cassie this was almost normal . But she was sorry for Kiki who truly had been innocent before this.
And now she was just a part of Cassie's torment. Cassie jerked again as yet another shock went through her body. As she did her boy shifted and the dildo's dug in even more. This meant that the next shock was even worse than normal. Cassie passed out from the pain...
Just under an hour later, Cassie awoke in the same position, with one exception, the tubes and wires and objects had been removed leaving her with just gag, collar and bondage frame. She was however very, very sore and her breasts were bright purple from the assault. Her pussy and ass felt stretched and pained but still Cassie was a little happy. She had survived her torment maybe now her master would be merciful. Some hope...
Her pussy was sticking out the way she was bound, her shaved and bruised pussy. This of course due to swelling was a good bit tighter than usual. (Cassie guessed it was no fun getting the dildos out, she was fucking glad she'd been out of it then!) And of course what was always going to happen now, you guessed it.
A big burly black guy with a nine inch dick walked in and stuck it in her hole. Part of the effects of all the drugs she was forced to consume had been to make Cassie a sex addict, she loved anything in her pussy most of the time but now. Now was not most of the time. As the man drove into her hole he rubbed her bruised and sore pussy and stretched it. Cassie screamed in pain even as her body began to react to the stimulation. After a few minutes Cassie had the horrible experience of an orgasm while in horrible pain.
Worse was to come though as five more men forced themselves on her. By the end Cassie was screaming in pain and tears poured down her face. Yet at the same time she was sated by orgasm's the one thing she still wanted. She hung there in her pain and cried she was trapped in a hell of her own creation, it was her fault and Cassie knew she would only ever be free one way: The freedom of the grave. Until then she could only serve her master as best she could, slave forever...
And one more thing, as the last man left a mass of cum was sipping out of her hole, but some of it was deep inside her womb. And one tiny sperm joined with one tiny egg...
Part VI: The Ultimate betrayal
Cassandra tried to make herself as small as possible as she felt people staring at her. She was naked, handcuffed and sitting in the back of a saloon car as it drove through the city. The windows were tinted and Cassie knew that no one could really see who she was but it was still embarrassing.
After so long Cassie was used to being naked as she serviced her master but she had never been like this in public. In fact except for the time she was tortured in the garden so long ago this was the first time she'd been anywhere but her cell or some dungeon for months.
Cassie was excited though because tonight she would begin a whole new chapter in her service. Her master, drug lord Barton Mitchell had arranged a party for some clients of his and Cassie along with Kiki (who was sat to her left) was to provide the entertainment. And sex addict Cassie knew exactly what entertainment would mean. Cassie would have fingered herself but that would have dirtied the cars leather and angered her master...
An hour later Cassie looked on as Kiki was tortured. Cassie was knelt on the floor with only a rope leash restraining her but Kiki was tightly bound to a pillar while a group of white guys took it in turn to whip her. Kiki was always made to suffer worse than Cassie a small twist of the knife by Barton to remind her that Cassie had failed to save Kiki when she agreed to take the other girls place. The girls were practically identical and in fact Barton had told the men that they were sisters. In many ways it was true, though the girls were unrelated in the biological sense they were sisters in there little world. In Cassie's mind her only equals were her fellow slaves, anyone else had power over them and they worshiped Master Barton, they had no other family just as they had no freedom and were allowed no free will. Finally the men stopped and then looked from girl to girl. Then one of them spoke, Oy you! Come here! He was talking to Cassie and she shuffled over to obey him. I want you to fuck your sister, get in there and do her with your tongue!
There was no debate in Cassie's mind she had been ordered and she would obey. She shuffled over and then knelt in front of Kiki's slit; she leant forwards and began to use her tongue on the other girl. Men began to whoop at what they believed was incest happening before their eyes. Kiki began to moan as Cassie began to kiss and massage her most private parts. Cassie bought Kiki to orgasm and licked her clean, and then she simply sat upright and waited for the next command. The man laughed as he saw how totally obedient she was. Right next I want you to bring yourself off but use this beer bottle to do it. He handed over a still sealed bottle with its bottle cap still in place. Cassie did as she was told and placed it over her sex.
Cassie forced it inside then began to move it in and out. The edges of the cap began to catch in her pussy. This meant that even as she began to be aroused she felt the sharp stinging pain as it bit into her. Tears pricked in her eyes but she continued to obey until she orgasimed and her pussy was bleeding well. She was crying even as she was having her favourite thing. And she had tortured herself for these strangers. If enough of the old her had been left Cassie would have been ashamed of herself. The man spoke again Now drink the beer!
Yes Master, she replied,
With difficulty she opened the bottle and began to drink, No gulp it down, the man commanded, and Cassie obeyed. The man thought for a little bit then he went away and got two full crates of beer, he then told Cassie to stand up, when she had he made her hold her arms straight in front of her then gave her the beer crates.
This is very simple, if you can hold the crates like that for five minutes then we'll end the evening, if not I'm gonna torture you for hours yet.
Cassie was no longer at the peak of her training but she could still easily lift weights. After ten minutes the man gave up. Instead he made her give him head and then let her rest. This was a good thing since the strong beer had made Cassie light-headed and she was very very sore from the beer bottle. A far simpler torture than some perhaps but still horrible in its own right...
For the next few weeks Kiki and Cassie did a lot of this kind of thing providing services to Barton's friends. Sometimes it was simple stuff like being tied up and fucked but other times they were beaten and raped and beaten again. Yet Cassie and Kiki never complained further proof that who they were had been destroyed and their minds remoulded, the final proof of this was soon to come.
One day Cassie was woken and told to dress in a very strange outfit. It was almost a copy of her old Batgirl outfit but with one difference. The bodysuit was missing. This left Cassie clad in boots gloves, cape and mask and even with a yellow (empty) belt but left her almost totally naked. She was then led into a room and made to kneel before three very familiar people. They were the Huntress, Black Canary and Oracle. All were tightly bound and wore gags. Canary and Huntress were covered in welts and had clearly been raped while Oracle was even worse, she was bleeding from multiple cuts and her face had been used as a punch bag. Barton spoke,
Well Cassie I'm sure you know these three, they came here to rescue you but you don't need that do you.
No Master answered Cassie instantly.
As you can see ladies I have moulded Cassie to be my creature, you came here for nothing. And now you will join her. Well you will Dinah, but the mob has offered me a million dollars for Helena here and so she will soon pay for her previous choices. He smiled, Yes Cassie told me everything she knew thanks to her I now know your secrets.
And now I want you to see just how well I've changed her, Cassie! Cassie peeled her mask over her nose and then moved over to Barton's waist. She heard muffled calls to stop but pulled down his zip and pulled out his member. Then she took it in her mouth and began to suck the cock. As she had been taught she took her time over the work ensuring that Barton enjoyed himself. Finally though his cum squirted into her mouth and she swallowed it with a smile on her face. Pleased to have served her master well. She stood up and pulled her mask back into place. Totally unashamed she stood at attention with her body exposed. Among other things these acts were humiliating for the other girls because they told of just how far she had fallen and if she could be broken like this then what of them?
Barton smiled at Cassie, You have done well my slave, and do you wish to pleasure yourself?
And totally without embarrassment Cassie replied, Yes Master,
Then do so, Cassie did so taking as short a time as possible so as not to inconvenience her Lord.
Cassie, why do you serve me?
Cassie replied at once, You are my Lord and Master,
Why?
You took my freedom and showed me the true place of a woman. That is to serve men and to be used by them as they see fit to. The other three women looked revolted that Cassie could have fallen so far. But all this was nothing compared to what was to happen next, because Cassie was about to betray then even more so.
Prove it, I want you to take this strap-on and rape the Oracle, Cassie looked at Bab's and replied simply,
Yes, Sir, she took the strap-on and reflected that she'd always felt a certain attraction towards Bab's, now she could act on it. She pulled on the dildo and moved over to Bab's who looked at her shaking her head and crying for her not to do it. But she had a new purpose now and a master she would not deny. She placed the dildo over Bab's sex and pushed it inside. Then with smooth thrusts she began to fuck the older woman hard even as Bab's screamed into her gag. Soon afterwards Bab's reached an unwanted climax and Cassie was allowed to withdraw having raped the woman she once saw as her mother. In Bab's eyes Cassie no longer saw sadness only anger but she ignored it.
Barton took out his dick and proceeded once more to rape the Birds of Prey while Cassie was allowed to sit in a corner and rest. She was very sweaty from the exertion and from the leather covering her head, as she cooled so did the sweat and she pulled the Cape around her for warmth. Finally Barton was done and she was ordered forth once more. Barton reached out and stroked Cassie's leather covered cheek and smiled at her, Cassie smiled back she had pleased her master. Barton spoke, You have done well Cassie from now on you will be allowed to grow your hair and wear some clothes,
Thank you master, I live to serve you, he smiled again at that,
The girls struggled Barbara was barely awake but Huntress and Canary looked evilly at Barton. But there is one last thing to do, you see two of you are useful to me but I have no use for a cripple, Cassie I want you to do one more thing for me
Yes master?
I want you to kill the Oracle with the gun I will give you,
Cassie's mind churned for the first time in months something of her old self was fighting through trying to find a way to escape this torment and save the girl she saw as her mother. But in spite of everything Cassie was still a warrior and she spotted the gunmen in the shadows ready to kill her if she did anything. Cassie also knew something else, deep down she had always felt she deserved this that she was being properly punished for her youthful murder. And really the bit that thought was only a tiny remnant of her old self. She had been remoulded so totally that she could never disobey Barton. There was one final thing; she knew if she did not do this Barton would rape Bab's to death taking days to do so. At least this would be a quick death.
Yes I will do this master,
The girls screamed at her a mixture of No and pleas for her not to do it, but Cassie might as well have been deaf for the effect their calls had on her even if she could understand through their gags. She stood and took the gun offered by Barton and placed it to Bab's temple, and then she pulled the trigger...
Cassie had been given one last chance to save herself and had failed. The last link to her past was gone. The old Cassie had gone looking for death after killing someone, now she killed on command. She turned in the gun then returned to her cell and slept. She did not even dream; even her subconscious had been changed. Moulded from vibrant humanity to submissive, almost robotic slave, in her mind there was hardly even a trace of emotion left (aside from love for her master) submerged in her servitude as it was? She did not dream because she no longer had anything to dream about. She had no wants, no feelings, and only one desire, to serve her master now and forever to come...
Epilogue
Over the next few weeks Cassie and Kiki continued to serve and were called upon to help in breaking Dinah. It took effort but the fiery Canary was finally bought round to Barton's way of seeing things. Sixteen days later Barton entered Cassie's cell and handed her a newspaper, the headline was simply, Billionaire and wards, slain in blast! The story told how Bruce Wayne, Dick Garrison and Tim Drake had been killed when someone had planted a bomb in their limo while they were at a film premier. It noted that tests confirmed the bodies were theirs and that soon after a blast had levelled Wayne manor. Barton leaned over and said, Manor was nothing to do with me, I guess the butler pulled your Bat cave's self-destruct.
It was not my cave, replied Cassie, and so what, it means nothing to me, Barton smiled and left certain the news had not affected her loyalty. There was a tiny pang deep in Cassie but nothing that you could see on the surface, now or ever...
Six months later
Cassie moaned in pleasure as her latest client bought her to orgasm, she rolled off him and stood up before moving onto another man and sitting on his cock. It was the only thing she had left. Anyone who knew her from before would be hard pressed to recognise her. She had been allowed to grow her air but had not done so; her lower back was now disfigured by a brand of a bat just over her butt. As usual she wore no clothes while working, showing all her skin which after so long without regular natural light was a pasty white. Her eyes were blank vacant and showed nothing of the person inside for in truth there was no one there anymore and hadn't been for months. Cassie was a vacant shell of a sex and drug addicted whore.
Her belly was round with the inevitable result of all her months of whoring, but she cared nothing for it. If the child was a boy then it would be given up, if a girl it would be raised to join her trade. No one had saved her no one ever would. In exchange for fixes she had sold every secret she knew and as we have seen everyone she loved had paid the price; Bruce Wayne blown up, Dick Garrison ditto, Tim Drake ditto. Barbara Gordon, Dinah Lance and Helena Bertinelli had been captured and they too had been tormented. Cassie had been willingly raped them, the crippled Oracle had been raped hardest until Cassie herself had killed her with a traitors bullet, while Black Canary danced on a stage across from her. Helena had been handed to the mob she had fought for so long, the mob had tortured Helena for months and Cassie did not know if she was alive or dead, not that she cared. Meanwhile the real Kiki was also heavily pregnant and doing clients on the other side of the room. In her more lucid moments Cassie looked into their eyes and saw how betrayed they were. But their eyes were as dead as hers. And any guilt Cassie had was always short-lived, the echo's of an erased persona that no longer really existed.
Three heroes and a heroine dead and three heroines who might have well have been and all because Cassandra Cain had been arrogant enough to believe she could take on the drug lord.
But that life had been destroyed and all that was left was a living hell for the rest of her life. Forever a slave...
THE END
And that's all folks unless I do any kind of sequel. Meanwhile I have also finished my second Stargirl story so check it out. After that my new series about Supergirl as a Super stripper should be coming soon. After that I've got about thirty ideas I came up with but haven't written yet so I should have more for you soon.
Until then enjoy these and the rest of the great stories on this site, this is a really good site and the works are all worth a look.
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Echotango
Memo to self: Finish that bloody re-edit of Powerless and trapped...