Batgirl: Hat Trick

WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

This story contains scenes of violence, rape, bondage and other sexual situations that are not appropriate for most people, especially anyone under the age of eighteen. If you are under the age of eighteen, do not read this story. If you are offended by this material, do not read any further.

Batgirl, Batman, the Mad Hatter, Gotham City and all other characters were created by and are copyrighted by and are property of DC Comics. This story has been written solely to occupy my free time, of which I seem to have a lot. No compensation has been or will be received for this story. This story is purely for entertainment purposes and cannot be redistributed for the purposes of making money or profit.

Any similarity between names, characters and places in this story are purely coincidental.

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(I)

Batgirl took a deep breath and took a step towards the shaking gun barrel.

"Don't come any closer!" The sweaty, little man who held the gun screamed.

"Come on, sir," Batgirl responded in a calm, even tone, her hands held up with palms facing outwards. "Please, just put the gun down and let's talk about this. Killing yourself is not the answer."

"Well, what if I kill you?!" He screamed as he cocked the big revolver's hammer back with his thumb. Everyone in the bank around them either held their breaths or flinched. Batgirl could hear the fireman behind her hiss air through his teeth.

Batgirl stopped advancing and paused.

Twenty-one feet, the Dark Knight Damsel thought. That's what my father always talked about, and that's what I've always read in my training. Twenty-one feet. A person with a knife could cover the distance and stab someone defending themselves with a gun even before the person with the gun could fire. Action is always quicker than reaction. Batman always taught me that.

Batgirl quickly eyed the distance separating herself from the portly gunman.

Thirty feet. At least.

"Sir, please," Batgirl continued. "You don't want to kill me. Killing me isn't going to solve your problems, now is it?"

The man paused slightly before speaking, a pause which Batgirl took into consideration.

"But it'll make me feel good!" He yelled.

Batgirl felt the sweat running down her back beneath her dark purple lycra costume.

I could get to him and secure that gun if I act and he reacts, but I need another nine feet to be even within the margin, and even that's not safe.

"I tell you what'll make me feel good," the red-haired heroine said as she wiped her brow above her eye mask. She had recently adopted her new spirit-gummed eye mask in lieu of her old cowl due to comfort considerations, and on that sweltering July day, she was glad that she had made the change. "A nice, cold drink."

As she spoke and wiped her brow, the young crimefighter used the slight diversion of her hand movement to take another step forward. By the time the gunman looked back down at her in full, she looked as if she were just shifting her weight.

Eight more feet.

The gunman just stared at her.

"Sir, please just put the gun down and we'll talk. I promise."

In response, the man lifted the barrel of the revolver to his temple. As he did so, he blinked and Batgirl took another two steps.

Six more feet.

"I'm done talking," he said. "I just want to end it...and have her know that it's her fault!"

The man had been referring to a blonde who sat at a desk to his right. The woman was terrified, her make-up running in streaks down her face as tears streamed from her eyes. From what Batgirl had gathered from the hostage-taker, and from what information she had received from the firemen outside, the woman was the hostage-taker's wife, and he had caught her cheating on him. He now seemed determined to right her apparent wrong by ending all of their lives.

Where in blazes are the police, Batgirl silently demanded. These firemen are doing an awesome job, but still, the GCPD should have been here long ago, much before the fire department, even.

"Sir, don't!" Batgirl yelled. "Wait..." She paused, an idea forming.

"At least let the children leave the bank! If you're going to kill yourself, I can't stop you, but these kids don't deserve to see someone die! Let them go." The Girl Wonder pleaded.

The man seemed moved by the beautiful crimefighter's statement and conceded in allowing the children to leave. Batgirl turned her back to the hostage-taker, taking a step backwards as she did. Quickly, she asked the muscular, dark-haired fireman behind her to take the children out. Batgirl saw the concern in the man's eyes as he paused at her request. She nodded to him and mouthed the words "it's okay". The young man nodded back, running a large hand through his thick, black hair, and then hustled the seven children out of the bank, scooping three up in his muscular arms as he did so.

When Batgirl turned back to the hostage-taker, she took another two steps.

Three more feet.

"Okay," the redhead began. "The kids are gone. Now let's try to solve this without violence."

The man shook his head.

"No, I don't think so! First I'm going to kill you, then I'm going to kill my wife, then I'm going to kill myself, and you can't--!"

Before the man could say "stop me", Batgirl was launching herself forward across the twenty-four feet between them.

The man desperately brought the gun to bear and fired.

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"She was amazing!" The black-haired fireman said to his buddies as they packed up the gear on their engine and prepared to head back to the station. His companions voiced their agreement.

"Hey," one said as he thumbed towards the bank. "Here she comes now."

The dark-haired fireman took a look in the polished chrome on the side of the engine truck; and after fixing his hair and mustache, he turned toward the fiery heroine who was approaching.

"Hey, thanks for the help in there," Batgirl said to her only ally in the bank. "With those kids out of there, I was able to devote all my attention to the gunman." Batgirl let her eyes take in the man's body, which was clothed in just a dirty blue T-shirt and the rough work pants of his job. Her trained eyes and her practice as a detailed observer allowed her to view the man's attractive body without being seen.

"No problem, Batgirl." the fireman replied. "I'm just here to help."

"Well, thanks." The young crimefighter paused. "What's your name?"

"Kevin. Kevin Banks." He replied with a smile.

"How ironic," Batgirl chuckled. "Well, Kevin Banks from the bank, I'm Batgirl. It was nice working with you."

Batgirl stuck out her hand, which was received by Kevin Banks' strong grip.

"It was my pleasure." He smiled.

"Ours, too!" Chimed in the trio of waving firefighters crowded behind Banks. Batgirl laughed.

"Of course, gentlemen," she replied. "All of you did a terrific job!"

"Hey, Batgirl," a thin, grizzled firefighter with short, curly black hair said as he stepped around Banks. "What's goin' on with the cops? How come they're goofin' off and lettin' all the scumbags run wild these past few days?"

"Easy, Colenzo," Banks said extending his hand to calm his friend down. "That's not Batgirl's fault! She's been working like a dog; a hundred times as hard as we've been, and you know how hard we've been working!"

Colenzo raised his hands and shrugged. "I know, I know! I'm not sayin' nothin'! Batgirl's a gem; she kicks ass! I'm just wonderin' where the cops got to."

Batgirl sighed and addressed the issue.

"During the course of the police department's continuing absence from city affairs, it seems that we all may have to step up to bat to help each other out. To shoulder the workload which was left behind by the police. But we're all tough, and I'm sure the police will come around. Commissioner Gordon is a great man, and there must be some reason for what has been going on here in Gotham.

"Hang in there; you are all doing a great job. Just leave the crimefighting to the crimefighters, and I'll leave the emergency affairs to you all. I wouldn't want any of you to be hurt; you're all too valuable."

"Thanks Batgirl," Banks smiled. "We'll do what we can."

"Hey, speaking of the cops." Colenzo exclaimed, pointing up the street. "Here they come!"

Batgirl and Kevin Banks turned to see a cruiser pulling up to the curb with its emergency lights on. Two uniformed officers exited the vehicle and approached the fire engine. Both police officers walked and acted in a jerky way, as if they had been cramped in their cruiser for an extended period of time. Batgirl could hear the grumbling from the group of firefighters behind her.

"Well, officers," Batgirl said as she crossed her arms across her ample chest. "Good of you to join us. Bank security has the gunman in custody, awaiting your transport--"

"Batgirl, please come with us," one of the officers said, his voice nothing more than an emotionless, mechanical drone.

Batgirl looked over her shoulder to Firefighter Kevin Banks, whom was standing protectively over her. He just shrugged.

"Why?" Batgirl asked, her mind sorting out problems and solutions, questions and answers, in an attempt to figure out the confusing and uncharacteristic actions of the Gotham PD up until today. "What's going on?"

"The Commissioner needs to see you," the officer droned on. "It is important...a matter of life and death."

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Batgirl strode into Commissioner Gordon's office, her escort hurrying to keep up. Her anger was almost at a peak, and the only thing which kept her from exploding at the white-haired man behind the desk was the fact that it was her father. He was bound to have some kind of explanation for the lack of police presence over the past few days.

"Yes, Commissioner? What can I do for you?" The Dark Angel said as she struck her well-known fists on her hips pose.

Commissioner Gordon looked up from a clipboard on his desk. The man looked pale and mechanical, as if he had just received some bad news. His eyes were staring blankly from behind his glasses. Batgirl noticed the Gotham City PD baseball cap on her father's head and noted that as severely strange. She only knew her father to wear hats in the rain or in the dead of winter, of which neither were present on that day. When the man opened his mouth to speak, his voice was emotionless, as the voices of the officers who had followed Batgirl to Gotham Police Headquarters had been.

"You can put your hands behind your back, Batgirl." The commissioner said.

Batgirl poked her head forward slightly in confusion. "Excuse me, sir?"

"Batgirl, place your hands behind your back." Gordon responded in that same blank tone. Batgirl could feel the two uniformed officers behind her move closer.

"Commissioner," Batgirl said as she shifted herself into a defensive stance. "Why? What's going on?"

"Batgirl," her father continued blandly. "Place your hands behind your back. You are under arrest, and we don't want any trouble."

"Commissioner," Batgirl began. "I don't understand--"

"Men, place Batgirl under arrest."

Batgirl normally respected the law, and the only thing she respected more was her father and his judgment, but something was wrong and she decided then that she was not going to be allowed to be arrested until she had some sort of explanation. Silently, she asked forgiveness from her father, the Batman, and the law itself for what she was about to do.

She let the first officer grab her arm. He never knew what hit him.

With a circular motion, the Girl Wonder broke the man's grip and encircled his own arm. She hopped back with one foot and then swept forward with that same foot, catching the officer's feet and dropping him to the carpet.

The other officer wrapped his arms around the young woman's arms, a technique, Batgirl noted, which was not taught in the academy, and he squeezed. The man was strong, but the strength left him when Batgirl rammed her head back and into the man's nose. His grip loosened, allowing the girl to elbow him in the solar plexus. When he staggered back, she spun around and side kicked him in the stomach, sending him down to the carpet in a heap.

The first officer was on his feet and Batgirl spun to meet his charge. When he reached her, the young heroine grabbed his closest arm and stepped into him, twisting her body with a little hop as she did so. As his momentum kept his body going, Batgirl helped him out by bending at the waist while still holding his arm. The result was that the officer flipped over the girl's shoulder and landed heavily on his back. He then sagged into unconsciousness.

When Batgirl turned to face the Commissioner, she half expected him to have his gun pointed at her, but was surprised to see the white-haired man standing with his palms out.

"Please, Batgirl," her father said, with a little more emotion. Batgirl noticed a sheen of sweat had broken out on his face. "We don't want any trouble. This is necessary, and really a technicality. Bear with me and I will explain all."

Batgirl relaxed some and folded her arms across her chest.

"But Commissioner," she began. "Why am I being arrest--uggh!"

Batgirl's body nearly bent in half from the blow she received to her lower left side. Her legs almost buckled and she reached over with both hands to cover up the struck side. When she did that, however, someone big stepped around behind her and launched another devastating blow to her kidneys. Stars and white flashes filled the Girl Wonder's vision, and all the air was forced from her lungs as she uttered an agonizing shriek through gritted teeth. She found herself kneeling with her face down on the carpet.

Her arms were yanked behind her back and the stunned Starlet of Gotham heard the muffled click of handcuffs through the ringing in her ears. There was some movement as she tried to catch her breath and then she felt her ankles being cuffed as well. She was roughly dragged to her feet and held by two meaty hands. As her senses came back to her, Batgirl could smell the odor of peppers and onions at her ear, which, along with her assailant's size, strength, and ferocity, could mean only one person:

"Bullock," Batgirl exhaled as she fought to steady her vision.

But there was no response from the streetwise, jaded detective holding her. Batgirl looked to the Commissioner, but her father was standing statue-still, staring straight ahead, almost through her.

"Commissioner, what's the meaning of this!" Batgirl demanded. Again, however, no response.

"Commissioner! Commissioner?" Still no response. Batgirl's heart began to beat faster, her dread growing with each passing moment, but her heart skipped a beat when she heard a chuckle coming from behind her.

"He cannot answer you, dear girl," a voice with an English accent addressed her. "Not unless I bid his tongue to twirl."

A short man stepped around Bullock and came into Batgirl's view. Yellow hair protruded from the white top hat he wore, which itself was decorated with a pink, yellow, and green hat band. His face was homely and thin, with protruding bucked teeth. He was thin in build, although he wore a white jacket which appeared to be several sizes too big for him. A garish, multi-colored tie was the centerpiece of his suit, puffing out before being tucked into the man's white shirt. A large, glistening diamond acted as the tie-tack, and Batgirl found her attention drawn to that sparkling gem. The man held one hand behind his back, as if he were hiding something.

"Mad Hatter," Batgirl spat. "I should have know."

"Yes," the Mad Hatter smiled. "I thought that the Gotham City Police ballcaps were a tad obvious, but since Batman and Robin were out of town chasing the Riddler, I was pretty sure that I could pull the caper off. After all, you are just Batgirl."

Batgirl gritted her teeth and tried to lunge at the Hatter, but Bullock was like an oak tree.

"You creep! When I take you down, you'll wish it was Batman doing it!" Batgirl struggled briefly until the Mad Hatter revealed what he had been hiding behind his back. Then she was still with that dread flowing back into her heart.

"Recognized this, dearie?" The Mad Hatter teased.

"My...my old cowl," Batgirl softly replied. Behind her shocked exterior, the Dark Angel was throwing her mind into high gear. She knew the Hatter and his methods, and she knew that what he held in his hand was a very technically advanced mind-control device, lined with state-of-the-art fiber receptors, which would take in the villain's mind-control frequencies and broadcast them directly into the wearer's brain. If he could put that cowl on her head before she freed herself, then Batgirl, for all intents and purposes, would be the Mad Hatter's slave, as her father and the rest of the GCPD certainly was.

"A detailed replica, " the Hatter explained. "You just don't know how disappointed I was when you gave up this wonderful piece of haberdashery for that plain, old facemask. You kids, always changing your minds." The Hatter took a step forward.

Batgirl knew that the Hatter's victims could not act for themselves, so unless Detective Bullock was specifically instructed to keep his prisoner still, then Batgirl could move about. Her hands immediately began working her utility belt for the handcuff key that she kept in the rear of the belt, just in case her hands were ever handcuffed behind her back.

The Mad Hatter stepped closer.

"So," the Hatter continued. "With the Gotham Police, and now you, in my thrall, it will be easy to scoop the Dynamic Duo into my hat when they return."

Batgirl removed the key from its compartment.

The Hatter stepped right up to her, his face inches from hers.

"Are you ready for a new hat, Batgirl?" The Hatter purred.

Batgirl strained to get the key in the handcuff lock. Her hands, now sweaty from her nervousness, caused the key to almost slip from her grasp, but she finally slid it into the lock and turned it--

But the cuffs would not open.

"No!" Batgirl cried as she realized that the grizzled detective must have been instructed to double-lock the cuffs, which would cause Batgirl to take another few seconds to undo. Seconds which she did not have.

"Say goodbye to your freedom, Batgirl." The Mad Hatter said as he slipped the lycra cowl over the stunned heroine's scarlet locks. As soon as the cowl was seated, the Hatter issued his first command to Batgirl.

"Batgirl, stop."

There was a dazzling flash behind Batgirl's eyes, and then everything appeared to be as it had been seconds ago...almost.

Batgirl stopped trying to undo the handcuffs' double-lock.

Oh no, the Girl Wonder thought. No...

The Mad Hatter smiled. "Excellent! Now, Batgirl, drop that key into Detective Bullock's hand. Bullock, take the key." Both did as they were instructed.

"Good," the Hatter said as he began stroking Batgirl's bare cheek with his hand. "Now Batgirl, you will listen intently to everything that I say. Is that understood?"

"Yes," Batgirl heard herself say. No, no, I won't listen...

"Good girl. From now on, you will always address me as 'Master'. Is that understood?"

Inside, Batgirl ordered herself to say "no", to defy the villain in front of her, but no sooner had the thoughts been formed when she heard herself speak again.

"Yes... Master."

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(II)

The Mad Hatter's hideout was, predictably, in the basement of an old hat store. The Hatter and Batgirl rode there in the Commissioner's Crown Victoria, accompanied by Gordon and Bullock. Bullock drove.

Upon arrival, the Hatter bade Batgirl to depart with him while he ordered Bullock and the Commissioner to attend a meeting with the Mayor Hill and the Gotham City Council; the obvious lack of police presence would be discussed. The Commissioner was ordered to make available free GCPD ballcaps for the council and the mayor. When the Crown Victoria sped away, The Mad Hatter led his new slave into the basement of the old store.

The basement was divided in half: one half was cluttered with enough hat boxes and materials to take up both halves; the other half was occupied by a bay of computers, electrical equipment, and wires, some of which ran up to the ceiling of the cool stone room.

To her dismay, Batgirl observed that the beautiful Gotham Police Detective Montoya was present, but that the woman was dressed in a French maid's outfit and apparently under the Hatter's control. The Hispanic woman's dress was a skimpy and very revealing black one-piece with white lace and a white lace apron. On her head was a maid's headdress. On her feet were black stiletto heels. Montoya was dusting the equipment and wiping off the computer screens; her short dress riding up to reveal tiny, white, lace panties.

"Welcome, Batgirl, to my temporary base of operations," the Mad Hatter waved his hands at the room. "When the Commissioner's men are finished refitting their Operations center at headquarters with my equipment, I will be moving there. They have much better reception up there, while I have to deal with the drudgery of running wires up through the ceiling to my satellite dish on the roof."

The wild haired villain gestured at the wires climbing the walls to the ceiling. Batgirl appeared unimpressed, as she was not instructed to react otherwise. The Hatter stood in front of the crimefighter.

"My," he said as he ran his lily-white hand along Batgirl's cheek. "You are beautiful... so innocent..."

Batgirl saw the Mad Hatter's eyes glaze over as whatever madness controlled his sick mind took control. She felt her heart begin to race.

"So pristine... so alabaster... like a kitten that has not been introduced to the world... such a burden, my dear... hmmm..."

The short man stopped stroking Batgirl's cheek and stared into her blue eyes. Inside her mind, Batgirl struggled to break free of the powerful hypnosis.

I've got to fight this, she thought. Come on, girl, get control!

"Detective Montoya," the Hatter called. "Come here."

The hypnotized detective stopped dusting and walked over to where Batgirl and the Hatter stood. The dark beauty's long legs, clad in dark fishnet stockings, shook from walking in the high stiletto heels she wore.

"Yes, Master," she replied.

"Detective Montoya," the Mad Hatter turned and looked in the dark-haired woman's eyes. "Retrieve a pair of scissors from upstairs. Return here immediately."

"Yes, Master," Montoya said mechanically. The woman then turned and walked up the stairs to the building's first floor.

The Hatter turned back to Batgirl.

"Oh, we are going to relieve you of the burden of your innocence, my kitten." The Mad Hatter stroked Batgirl's face once more, waiting for Montoya's return.

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Batgirl and Detective Montoya stood facing each other in the eerie light of the computer monitors. The Mad Hatter sat in a chair by the women's side.

"Detective Montoya," the madman began. "Cut Batgirl's costume from her body. Leave her cowl, leave her cape, and leave her boots. Do not injure her. With each piece of her costume you remove, you will become more and more sexually excited.

"Begin."

"Yes, Master."

Montoya stepped forward, raising the scissors.

No, Montoya! Don't! Fight him!

"Batgirl, you are not to move; however, with each piece of your outfit which is removed, you will become more and more sexually excited," the Hatter reiterated. "You may scream in pleasure; no one can hear you down here anyway."

"Yes, Master," Batgirl replied.

Nothing you make me do will ever bring me pleasure, you little troll!

Batgirl had no desire to scream in pleasure; although she did find her heart beating faster as Montoya began laboring to cut the Girl Wonder's utility belt from around her slender waist. Batgirl heard the latin cop grunt and breathe heavily as the scissors finally began cutting through the reinforced nylon which made up the belt. By the time she was through, Montoya was bumping roughly against Batgirl's rigid body, and a sheen of sweat had covered the woman's bronze skin. Batgirl easily felt Montoya's lush breasts through the thin material of both of their costumes: Batgirl's own and Montoya's maid outfit.

When the utility belt fell to the concrete floor with a loud bang, Montoya stood and took a breather, her lips just inches from Batgirl's. The momentary respite was just fine for Batgirl because she was breathing heavy as well. After a few moments, Montoya resumed her task.

Montoya pulled Batgirl's gauntlets from the woman's hands, tossing the gloves to the floor. Now Batgirl could feel herself becoming actively aroused; her pussy was becoming warm and wet, and she could feel her nipples hardening through the lycra material of her top. Batgirl could see Montoya's arousal increase, evident in the intense stare the woman's dark brown eyes took on.

No, this can't be happening! I'm not getting excited...

Montoya grabbed a fistful of Batgirl's lycra top and pulled the shorter girl toward her. Batgirl let out a gasp as she was forced up onto her toes. Montoya plunged the scissors into the material, just above the Bat, and began cutting the garment from its wearer. Montoya repeated the process on the heroine's tights, pulling Batgirl up by the crotch as she cut. Eventhough they, too, were reinforced, the lycra top and tights fell more easily to the scissors than the Bat-Belt did. Soon, Batgirl stood in just a dark purple sports bra and like colored panties; the rest of her costume hung in ribbons around her trembling body, save for her cowl, cape, and boots, which remained untouched.

"Detective Montoya," the Mad Hatter spoke. "Stop."

With that command, the Hispanic detective halted her actions.

"Yes, Master."

Both women stood facing one another, their breathing heavy and their exposed skin covered in sweat.

The Hatter stood.

"Detective Montoya, step back and disrobe."

"Yes, Master."

As Montoya moved to obey, the Mad Hatter stepped up to Batgirl. He slowly removed one of his gloves and ran a finger down along the outside of Batgirl's panties. He applied pressure along Batgirl's clit and was pleased to hear not only Batgirl's gasp, but the faint squish of the redhead's juices. The panties were soaked, and the Hatter's finger came away wet.

Oh, you bastard!

"Oh, my dear," the Hatter cooed. "You are quite wet, did you know that?"

The short man leaned over and kissed Batgirl on the lips, grabbing her wet crotch as he did so. Although the young woman gasped, the kiss itself was quite feeble, for she had not been instructed to return the Hatter's touch. The madman crushed Batgirl's dead lips with his own, even as he tried to crush her pussy with his grip. The little man finished off by licking the Girl Wonder's face.

Ugghhh!

"Detective Montoya," the Mad Hatter called in a singsong way. "I have to make a phone call, dearie, so take Batgirl over to that pile of plastic packing bubble-wrap and have sex with her until I tell you to stop. Every passing moment with her will drive you deeper into a sexual frenzy. You will do anything to achieve orgasm over and over again, but you will not remove either of your headpieces.

"Batgirl, you will join the young detective and have sex with her until I tell you to stop. You, also, will become more and more sexually aroused the longer you spend with her; and you, also, will do anything to achieve orgasm over and over again, but you will not remove either of your headpieces.

"Both of you, go now."

"Yes, Master," both women mechanically replied.

Montoya grabbed Batgirl by the arm and pulled the young woman over to a large pile of bubble-wrap, where the both of them sank down and faced each other. Plastic bubbles popped as they settled themselves down on the wrap.

Montoya, Batgirl thought, trying to somehow send her thoughts into her fellow captive's brain. Fight him! Don't let him do this to us! We can fight him!

Slowly, inexorably, both women leaned closer to one another. As Batgirl watched Montoya's saliva wet lips close the gap between their faces, she found herself licking her own lips. Soon, they were inches from touching, their hot breaths fanning their warm and tingling skin. It was there that they paused; two beautiful and independent women, both filled with tremendous strength and willpower, but both held prisoner by hypnotism as well as if they had been shackled with the strongest steel. Inside herself, Batgirl fought a titanic battle, trying to bend the mental hold which the Mad Hatter held over her; and unbeknownst to her, Montoya fought that same battle. As the pause lengthened, both women relaxed, thinking their delay a sign of subconscious revolution, but it was then, in relaxing, that they lost the battle.

NO!!!! Batgirl psychically screamed as she felt whatever ground she thought she had gained slip away.

Suddenly both women, one a decorated police detective and the other a valiant and fiery hero of the people, lunged at one another, embracing in a strong, mutual kiss that shook the small bit of control which they thought they had.

Batgirl's lips were crushed by Montoya's kiss, and the young redhead stiffened uncontrollably and closed her big blue eyes as the brunette's tongue slid into her mouth. Batgirl squeezed her eyelids closed even more, and let her passion carry their hopes of freedom away. A tiny portion of her mind screamed at her, telling her that this was not right, that they needed to escape, but that voice was drowned out by the sexual roar that overpowered the Girl Wonder when Montoya began groping the crimefighter's lush body. In turn, Batgirl ran her hands all over Montoya's naked form, feeling the woman's muscles beneath her bronze skin.

When Montoya began tearing at Batgirl's sports bra and panties, Batgirl reached up and took the detective's face in both hands. Batgirl slipped her own tongue into her unplanned lover's mouth as Montoya fiercely tore at the crimefighter's underwear. As soon as the latin woman succeeded in tearing the dark purple pieces from the body beneath her, she resumed groping and kissing Batgirl. Plastic bubbles popped beneath them as they rolled about.

The two young women crushed their mouths together desperately, mashing each other's lips as they kissed. Their hungry tongues probed the inside of each other's mouths, leaving no inch untouched. Batgirl slid her tongue against Montoya's, enjoying the soft, wet feel, and heartening the already obvious approach of an orgasm. Batgirl glided her hands down the other woman's smooth back, stopping when she came to the muscular mounds of Montoya's ass. Batgirl hunched down and squeezed the Latino cop's ass, receiving a rough, breath-stealing kiss for her troubles. Batgirl groaned with pleasure as Montoya ground her pussy against Batgirl's trim, red mound.

After another powerful kiss, Detective Montoya began to slide down Batgirl's lithe form. Montoya kissed Batgirl's neck, becoming more aroused herself as she felt the vibrations from Batgirl's moans through the crimefighter's throat. Montoya moved farther down and began kissing her lover's breasts. Batgirl gasped as Montoya squeezed one ample breast while she tried to take the other one in her mouth. Although the beautiful Hispanic woman was unsuccessful, Batgirl found herself unwillingly appreciative of the attempt.

This feels so good, Batgirl thought. I've never been with a woman before, but this feels awesome. She knows just what to do; just where to touch -- No! I've got to fight it! I can't give in! I can beat the Hatter; I know I can!

Suddenly, Batgirl cried out as Montoya slipped her free index finger deep into the redhead's wet pussy. Plastic bubbles popped as Batgirl squirmed around on the bubble wrap. Montoya worked steadily, concentrating on all three tasks, and driving Batgirl toward orgasm. Montoya's mouth sucked at Batgirl's tit, occasionally stopping to swallow, or to lick the nipple. Montoya's other hand crushed the tit it worked on, causing substantial pain to the Girl Wonder. Batgirl, now torn between pleasure and pain, just closed her eyes and bit her lower lip; moans drifted out from her mouth.

Once again seated, the Mad Hatter dialed a number on Montoya's procured cellphone. As he waited for the person on the other end of the line to pick up, he reached down and unzipped the fly of his pants. His clammy hand began fondling his penis.

The line picked up just as the Hatter began to become excited.

"It's me," the Hatter said. Montoya was licking her way down Batgirl's stomach. "Bring the people we talked about down here. Right away." The Hatter hung up before the slave on the other end could even respond. More important things had just arisen.

Batgirl squirmed as Montoya's lips reached the redhead's trim pubic mound. Montoya wrapped her arms around the back of the Girl Wonder's thighs and firmly placed her hands on Batgirl's pelvis. Then, without any further pause, the latin detective lowered her face into the redhead's crotch.

Oh no! Batgirl thought. Oh No!

Batgirl let out a quick squeal as Montoya's tongue slipped inside of her wet pussy. The brunette lapped and pushed at Batgirl's slick inner walls, causing the redhead to writhe with pleasure. Montoya's strong hands, firmly placed on Batgirl's shaking pelvis, kept the redhead from thrashing around too much. Soon, Montoya's tongue pulled back slightly and began to softly tease the sensitive folds of Batgirl's clitoris. Batgirl began gasping. She shot her arms out at her sides and arched her back. Plastic bubbles popped beneath her head and arms. She could feel her body begin to break out in a sweat as the latin beauty tantalized her longing body, which had been incited by the Mad Hatter's commands. Batgirl closed her eyes and made one last conscious effort to break the Hatter's spell, but failed miserably as Montoya's sizzling tongue sent bolts of electricity through Batgirl's quaking body. Batgirl felt the orgasm that had been creeping on the edge of her senses; it rushed forward out of the darkness that had been her resolve, and engulfed her like a ravenous cougar would a helpless rabbit.

As Batgirl thrashed around and squealed, her willpower was sucked from her, and she was left with nothing but the throes of pleasure which controlled her athletic form. As the orgasm peaked, the young crimefighter could do nothing but shake and hiss air through her clenched teeth; her big, blue eyes now glassy and just staring at the ceiling of the hat store.

Later, Batgirl thought weakly. I'll fight... later...

Slowly, Batgirl's warm, pulsing body sagged to rest atop the plastic bubble wrap. The lovemaking, along with the Mad Hatter's commands, had done their work on the Caped-Crusader; Batgirl was in a thick, foggy daze of pleasure. Somewhere which seemed quite distant from where she was, Batgirl heard the Mad Hatter give her Montoya some orders; then she felt her lover lift off of her wet, crimson-haired crotch. She felt herself being lifted into a sitting position, and her arms were held tightly behind her.

Through the fog, Batgirl could see the Mad Hatter, who now appeared naked except for his white top hat, kneeling before her. She felt his cold, clammy hands spread her wet legs apart. She closed her eyes; her head lolling onto a shoulder that she guessed belonged to Montoya.

No, she thought feebly. He can't... I know what he's... he's doing... he can't do this... but I'm too weak...

She felt the Hatter move closer, his repulsive skin touching her own smooth, warm skin. He spoke to her, his irritating voice now sounding smooth and seductive. He told her to allow him to do whatever he wanted to her. She told him yes. He told her to continue to enjoy everything that he did to her. She told him yes. He told her that no matter what happens, she was not to fight him. She told him yes.

And then he was in her.

Batgirl felt the madman easily slide his erect penis into her soaking wet pussy. He pushed forward, driving her into Montoya, whom was ordered to provide ample resistance. At first, the Hatter seemed to be in control, thrusting and retracting his member with deliberate slowness; but soon Batgirl could hear the man's breathing change. He began to gasp as his arousal increased. He was turning from a man in control into a over-excited boy. He was thrusting violently, and with great energy. She could feel his hands upon her body, groping and crushing her soft, unprotected flesh wherever they touched. She did not feel him kiss her, not once; but she heard him curse her with dozens of oaths. She felt his spittle spray her face as he gasped and swore just inches from her slightly parted, ruby-colored lips.

Soon, Batgirl heard Montoya chime in, hissing curses at her, lips just a hair's width away from her ear. Batgirl's despair soared even as her excitement grew; as per her instructions, the Girl Wonder was enjoying everything that the Hatter did to her, but the hypnotically-driven oaths which Montoya was hissing at her just served to high-light their perilous and ever-darkening situation.

Batgirl felt the Hatter slow his thrusting to a more steady pace, but his hands left the young woman's body, and the curses stopped raining down upon her.

"I've got something for you," was all the madman would say.

Dreamily, Batgirl wondered what that something was.

Her question was answered with the dull rustle of the bubble wrap beneath her. She felt the Hatter pull up a large piece and wrap it around her head, closing off all oxygen from the helpless heroine. Batgirl felt her body subconsciously jump with a start as her face and head were sealed underneath the deadly plastic, but then the Mad Hatter's hypnosis took over and her body settled back into Montoya's arms.

Batgirl's eyes, now open, gazed through the thick plastic bubbles before her. She saw the Mad Hatter, his hair a wild, yellow mess as it stuck out from beneath his hat; his teeth grinning demonically as he held the plastic hood in place. The madman pumped away at Batgirl's pussy, even deeper and more feverishly now that an invisible timer had been placed on the once-fiery, young crimefighter's life. Batgirl's soft, trembling lips opened as her body demanded a breath beneath the thick plastic, under the sweaty bodies, and below the deserted hat store.

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(III)

What little air remained within the plastic around Batgirl's head was being used up quickly. As the Mad Hatter feverishly pumped away at the Batgirl's sex, the young heroine desperately tried to hold her breath, for that, she found, was not against her instructions. Her efforts were, however, becoming quite useless as the exertions that her body was undergoing were causing her to react as if she were performing aerobic exercise. Although she was not participating, so to speak, Batgirl's lungs were demanding air sooner than if she were just resting and holding her breath. Her well-toned muscles were straining, sub-consciously at least, against the Hatter's rape, and those muscles were also demanding their share of the oxygen that would not come.

When she could no longer hold her breath, Batgirl exhaled into the plastic, blowing out a lungful of hot air. Her face, already flushed and sweating, became hot and soaked. Sweat and condensation covered the inside of the plastic, and, along with the damp light of the room and the bubbles of the wrap itself, limited and distorted the young woman's vision. When she inhaled, she inhaled only stale air and then hot, wet plastic.

Although she knew that she needed air, Batgirl could not even form a cohesive thought, never mind the willpower to fight the Hatter's mindcontrol. Her sex drive was increasing at an alarming rate, causing every sensation to be magnified and turned into a sexual stimulant. The heat, the motion, the feel of Montoya's slick body against hers, her own nudity, the fact that she still had her boots, cape, and cowl on, the fact that the cowl was destroying her by sapping her will; all made Batgirl excited and served only to thrust her into another orgasm.

Even the Mad Hatter's slimy, disgusting body grunting against hers. Even the fact that death by suffocation was getting closer by the moment.

As the Hatter thrust into her again and again, Batgirl exhaled her stale air. When she inhaled, she inhaled only plastic. The feel of the plastic bubbles tight against her face, and the feel of the chaotic assault on her yearning pussy, threw Batgirl over the edge again. Her whole body shook as her second orgasm claimed her. She came, filling her pussy with warm juice, and lubricating her battered walls. The Dark Knight Damsel closed her eyes and sucked in a breath, but got only plastic. A sick sounding croak uttered from her longing mouth, which gummed the bubbles that separated her from the air she needed right then. She felt the Hatter's thrusts increase in speed. She heard him issue a command, and then felt Montoya apply more pressure on her pinned arms.

Batgirl's eyes fluttered open, her lashes brushing the tight plastic, but then her beautiful blue orbs immediately began a short journey up as they rolled back in her head. Although unable to be seen from the outside of the makeshift plastic hood, Batgirl's eyes glazed over. Her ruby lips hung open as her body tried desperately to find one gulp of life-giving air. Her magnificent young body started to shiver, then to convulse, as the flame that was her life gradually faded. All the while, the Mad Hatter pounded away at the girl's vulnerable pussy, his foul mouth issuing curses which contradicted his normally noble, though mad, appearance.

With a grunt and a wheeze, the Mad Hatter, aroused by Batgirl's death-throes, tightly squeezed her dying body and came. His below average-sized penis spat small streams of semen into the man's victim, adding to her lubrication. He lurched several times, squeezing the heroine harder as he did, and then lay gasping on top of her still body. The little blonde-haired villain took several deep breaths and then began screaming madly. He ripped the plastic from Batgirl's lolling head, and then began punching the limp woman in the chest.

"Bitch! Bitch! BITCH!" He screamed as his blows rained down on the defenseless and unresponsive superheroine. His fists slammed down on Batgirl's ample breasts and on her shoulders. Her muscles jiggled with the force of each blow.

Finally, the little madman stopped.

The Mad Hatter stood, his small penis dripping on Batgirl's inert form.

"Prepare both you and her for the Tea Party," he told Montoya as he turned away. "I have to wash up."

With that, the Hatter stalked off, leaving a mechanical Detective Montoya and a motionless Batgirl alone in the glow of the room's computer screens.

---

When Batgirl's abused mind finally struggled through the blackness that surrounded her, she was met by pain, confusion, and when reality dawned, despair. Her mouth was cotton-dry, and her chest hurt. She found herself naked, except for the Mad Hatter's cowl, her boots and cape now removed; and she found herself sprawled on top of a large table. Montoya, still naked save for the Hatter's French maid bonnet, sat next to her.

The Girl Wonder slowly raised her head to look around the room. What she saw made her sigh heavily and caused her strong shoulders to sag.

Surrounding the table on which she and Montoya sat were, roughly, fifty Gotham City Police Officers. All were wearing the Hatter's GCPD ball cap, and all were staring at the two women.

And all were undressing.

No, no, no, the dejected heroine thought. You can't do this, you bastard! No, no. Oh, this can't be happening!

"Welcome back from Dreamland, my former female crimefighters," the Mad Hatter's voice cut through the sound of zippers being lowered and boots falling to the concrete floor. "You're both just in time for my little Tea Party!"

The Mad Hatter stepped through the crowd of police officers. He was dressed in a purple top hat, a green tie, the diamond tiepin, a black shirt, pair of black slacks, and green shoes. He was carrying a wooden cane.

"I hate to be the one to bring bad news, but I'm afraid that our time together is at an end.

"I have the police department. I have the city council. I have just recently acquired the mayor and his staff. Once I have Batman and Robin, then I will have Gotham.

"You two have to be dealt with, now. Detective Montoya, you are useless to me. I have the whole department, what do I need one more cop for?

"And Batgirl? You are a liability. You superheroes have an incredible nack of escaping and ruining the plans of your opponents, just at the last minute. The longer I keep you here, the better your chances of getting away become. I can't afford to have this plan fail. You will not be left to warn the Caped Crusaders, or escape.

"So ladies, your time is up. I have decided that I will dispose of you by letting my hardworking police force have a little holiday with your dirty, little bodies. They have all been instructed to fuck you both to death. You are now hereby instructed to do nothing except to enjoy whatever these men do to you. Is that clear?"

No, no, no, you son of a bitch! Batgirl thought defiantly. We'll fight you! You won't succeed! We'll fight you!

"Yes, Master," both women responded. Batgirl's heart sunk.

"Excellent!" The Mad Hatter chirped, clapping his hands together. "Well then, let's get started, shall we? Gentlemen, fuck these two women to death, as instructed. Do not stop unless ordered to by me, and me alone.

"Begin!"

"Yes, Master!" Roared the gathered fifty men as they advanced on the helpless pair of beauties.

Noooooooooooooooooooo! Batgirl inwardly screamed as men grabbed at her arms and legs, pulled her taught, and pinned her to the table. Her legs were pulled apart and a man climbed between them, his erect penis pointing threateningly at the young heroine's vagina. With relative ease, the hypnotized police officer lowered himself down onto Batgirl and slid his penis inside her pussy. Although she was still wet from her previous orgasms, and although she was becoming wetter by the second due to the Mad Hatter's command, Batgirl still cried out in pain as her sensitive sex was impaled. The man, oblivious to his victim's pain, pushed himself past her vaginal muscles and began thrusting.

The man, a veteran officer with a lovely wife, was inwardly horrified by this act which he was forced to commit. His mind was thrown into a spin when he watched the exact opposite reaction of what he was expecting appear on the redheaded heroine beneath him. Batgirl's pained mouth widened into a smile, expressing the reaction that the Hatter had directed her to have.

Inwardly, she was screaming.

No, no, no! This can't be happening! It has to stop! No!

Batgirl's mind was reeling, and her horror increased as she and her lover were pulled towards the side of the table so that her head hung over the edge. She watched from her upside-down position as a man stepped forward and thrust his cock between her parted lips.

Noohoho! No! NO!

Now both men thrust into the helpless girl, invading her soft body. Pressing themselves towards each other, through her. Batgirl began to have trouble breathing as the man in her mouth pressed forward and inadvertently blocked her nose with his sweaty ball sack. She felt her heart begin to beat faster as her fear, and the false arousal, increased. One of the man's hands held her head by the neck while the other groped at one of her firm breasts. The man between her legs gripped her hips as he thrust, but another of the men nearby grabbed at her other breast.

Soon the men fucking her got into a rhythm, thrusting and retracting at the same time. They gritted their teeth and kneaded her young body as they worked themselves into a fury. Their passion and their repulsive actions were easily pulling Batgirl's libido towards a third orgasm. Through the violence, the doomed damsel felt her body begin to grow hot from the inside out. She felt her juices flow in her pussy, once again lubricating her against the sexual assault. She heard her throat utter a low moan of pleasure, although inside her mind, she was wailing in horror.

Nooo! Stop it, please! Nooo! Nooo! Oh please, someone make it stop...

The men's thrusting became more urgent. They hissed words and phrases that could have been construed as passionate in any other sexual situation, but not there and then. Not to Batgirl.

The hapless heroine, however, found that her body was reacting to the men's words as she slipped even more towards orgasm. Her hips started to gyrate, and her restrained hands rubbed the tabletop. Her lips even began to suckle the cock that invaded her mouth. Although she knew it was due to the Mad Hatter's commands, she hated herself for it. Her utter helplessness only served to increase her despair and self-loathing.

Within minutes, the man at Batgirl's pussy came. He leaned forward and held onto the young woman's abdomen as his penis shot bursts of cum into his victim's unprotected womb. Batgirl felt the man climaxing, felt his body shaking and felt his sperm being sprayed into her exposed body. Try as she might, the young redhead could no longer hold the impending orgasm back; her rapist's own orgasm had seen to that. Her lush body, covered in a sheen of sweat which was not all her own, started shaking. Her muscles twitched in ecstasy, reacting to her unveiled pleasure. She milked the man's member with her pussy even as her juices gushed from her.

After a few moments of resting inside of the squirming heroine, the hypnotized officer climbed off of his helpless victim and allowed another to take his place. The new man eagerly lowered himself onto Batgirl and plunged his erect penis into her soaking wet hole. Although her legs were held by other men, Batgirl felt herself attempt to flex her leg muscles around her new forced lover, welcoming him to her body.

"Ulmph... ulmph... ulmph (gag)... ulmph... ulmph..."

NO! I can't be enjoying this! This is impossible! This can't be happening! No! No! Nooooooo!

Her ruby-colored lips closed around the cock that thrust there, her mouth sucking and her tongue pressing the member against the roof of her mouth. This action caused the man there to orgasm as well. His hands grabbed and held Batgirl's tender neck as he showered the back of her throat with cum. The sight of the girl's delicate neck in his own rough hands, and the twitch of her neck muscles as she choked on his cock and his sperm, caused the man to fully explode in her, although he had been trying to hold back for later.

Ahhhhhggggg! (choke) Ahhhhhggggg! No! (choke) Nooooooo! I can't (choke) I can't breathe! Stop, please!

Due to her position, Batgirl felt some of the man's cum being forced into and up her nose. A rivulet of the milky white fluid ran down her nostril and dripped onto her forehead. As the man's penis spasmed in her mouth, Batgirl tried to gag the cum up and away from her throat in order to breathe through her nose, but the presence of the man's cock impeded her attempts. Finally, as her vision began to turn yellow from a lack of oxygen, the man's penis deflated enough for the suffering young woman to just about breathe. When the man pulled out of her mouth, Batgirl gagged and choked, coughing loudly in order to regain some control over her airway.

Her arms and legs were released, a minute bit of hope had sparked once again.

Maybe it's (choke) Batman and Robin! She thought. Or the Huntress! Or Wonder Woman!

That hope, however, was short lived. There were no rescuers then. No cavalry. The men were just changing positions... to allow another participant!

Batgirl felt herself being lifted up, and then one of the present police officers squirmed beneath her. When she was lowered, she felt the man's erect penis poking at the entrance to her anus.

NOOOOO! NO! YOU CAN'T! STOP!

But even if he could have heard her, the man could not have stopped, for so was the curse of the Mad Hatter's powerful hypnotism! The officer grabbed the girl and tried to enter her ass; other men were holding Batgirl and were pushing her down onto the man's stiff shaft.

Batgirl's horror swelled. She had only been subjected to anal sex once before, by the wicked Pirate King, and she did not like it in the least. The pain had been tremendous, and she had blacked out in the end; an all around horrible situation. And now it looked as if it would happen again.

Fight! Fight, damn you! Batgirl thought as the man's penis discovered the sweaty entrance to her anus. I can't let this happen again! All my training, all my mental preparation and meditation; I can't let this happen to me - I must fight!

However, even as the valiant Maiden of Mystery steeled herself for one final assault on the Mad Hatter's hypnotism, the hypnotized policeman secured her hips with his hands and speared her asshole with his rock-hard cock. Her young body rocked by invasion once again, even the hypnotized Batgirl screamed, her voice rumbling and bubbling due to the cum which still remained in her tender throat; but that outer, more reactionary scream was a whisper in comparison to the mental scream which the red-headed heroine issued.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Then the men were pumping and thrusting at her with vigor; one man in her pussy and one in her ass. Her body flopped between them as they continuously pounded at the girl. Every thrust inside her ass tore the muscles there and sent bolts of pain to Batgirl's reeling brain. When the men finally broke into a rhythm together, it seemed that one would pump while the other would pull out, allowing Batgirl to be alternately assaulted with pleasure and pain. Tears streamed down the Dark Knight Damsel's eyes, soaking the inside of the cowl.

Hands grabbed her red mane, careful not to jar the hypnotizing headgear loose, and then a cock slid into Batgirl's panting mouth. She dreaded the oral sex, her recent fight for breath still vivid in her mind, but she found herself gobbling up the cop's penis. She felt herself milking and sucking the member as if she really wanted to; and in the hellish nightmare that she was experiencing, Batgirl was not quite sure that she did not want to. She felt her body ache, deep down inside of herself, past the physical aches from the rapes, down in a place that could never be seen, only felt. Her fatigued and controlled body was revving up for another treacherous orgasm, a fourth, and there was nothing that she could do about it.

After several minutes, the man fucking Batgirl's pussy sped up. His grunting increased, becoming more urgent, and then he gasped as he came inside the Girl Wonder. She also felt a spray of cum from one of the men standing around her as it landed on her neck. That tossed her over the edge again, and she plunged into her fourth orgasm. Her young body shook and she squealed around the cock that pumped there.

Batgirl hardly noticed the man at her pussy being replaced. Her mind was in a drug-like daze due to the constant pounding and her conflicting state of emotions. She knew in her heart that what was happening was wrong, but the hypnotic orders given to her from the Mad Hatter were pulling her in another direction. Although those orders could only control the body of a strong willed person, not the mind, the assault which the lovely champion had undergone had shelled her senses and pulled her farther and farther away from what she knew was right. Her body longed for the sexual pleasure that she was receiving, and the only thing that stood in the way of her total submission was her powerful force of will. Her willpower, however, though normally strong due to years of training and discipline, was beaten and shattered. The girl beneath the pile of naked, sweaty, vicious men was no longer a valiant superheroine, but a helpless slave, existing for one thing: to feel the pleasure of the men who were fucking her.

The words of the Mad Hatter rang in her head, over and over, like a skipping CD: "... ladies, your time is up. I have decided that I will dispose of you by letting my hardworking police force have a little holiday with your dirty, little bodies. They have all been instructed to fuck you both to death. You are now hereby instructed to do nothing except to enjoy whatever these men do to you. Is that clear? So, ladies..."

To Batgirl, it was crystal clear.

Deep in her mind, back in a dark, recessed place, one that was never used, something was hiding. Not something that was hiding in fear, but rather something that was hiding for survival. It was building its power, saving its strength, and waiting for the right moment. It was a shrewd thing, one raised through hard work and discipline, and placed there not by the owner of the place, but by the dark one who had trained her.

In her numbed state, Batgirl barely felt the thing, but she knew that it was there, and she knew what it was. It was a survival instinct, and it was waiting for the right time to act. Batgirl knew that that instinct was useless to her in her present state, but if the opportunity arouse, that instinct would become a raging animal. It had saved her in the past, and it had the power to save her then... if an opportunity became available.

If no opportunity arouse, then she knew her fate.

"...ladies, your time is up... They have all been instructed to fuck you both to death... Is that clear?"

---

Montoya almost made it to her twenty-fifth man before she blacked out.

The men fucking Batgirl all went at least twice.

Five of the men went three times.

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(IV)

When Batgirl awoke, two men were dragging by her armpits. She watched dreamily as a thick line of blood and drool hung from her mouth and trailed on the concrete floor beneath her. As soon as the men reached a big pile of police uniforms, they dropped her unceremoniously onto the mound. Batgirl lay on her face, her visibly bruised arms and legs askew. A weak, wheezing gasp that almost passed for breathing uttered from her sore and swollen throat. Although her eyes were closed, her world still spun about. The pain she felt was the only thing that kept her from passing out again. Her pussy and her ass throbbed with an agony that caused her to sob. Her throat was tender and she dreaded swallowing the saliva, blood, and cum which was lurking in the corners of her mouth. Her tits hurt from being grabbed and twisted hundreds of times. And her mind ached at the horror that she had undergone. A part of her wondered what had happened to Montoya, the beautiful latin detective's fate no doubt as horrible as her own.

Someone began to pet her red mane, once beautiful and full, but now just matted and sticky.

"Batgirl?"

It was the Mad Hatter.

"Yes... Master..." the ill-fated lass weakly croaked.

"The men are a bit tired," his accented voice purred. "I am going to give them a break before they finish you and your Hispanic friend off. While we are waiting, though, I am going to let you orally pleasure one of the men whose power and authority have made it so much easier for me to put this wretched city under my control. He has been so busy that he has not been able to have any fun himself.

"So get up on your knees, Batgirl, and act out one more chapter of pleasure before you die!"

"Yes... Master..." Batgirl barely responded.

Very slowly, the Girl Wonder pulled herself up to her knees. She kept her eyes closed while the world around her stopped spinning. Briefly she wondered who this person was, but the thought was fleeting. Batgirl flexed her sore muscles to steady herself as she swayed and then, when she was sure that she would not tip over, she opened her eyes.

Standing before her, naked save for the now ominous "GCPD" ballcap, was the Police Commissioner of Gotham City, James W. Gordon.

Her father.

No. Batgirl's thought, her blue eyes widening and horror flooding her senses.

The Hatter, in all his insanity, was about to unknowingly make her give her father oral sex. Her mind reeled with the impossibility of the thought. There was no way she was going to follow the next order given by the Hatter; she would not, she could not. Every ounce of strength in her fueled her muscles and prepared her to launch an attack at the Hatter. Had she done it then, right then as the foulness of the situation reached its peak, she would have succeeded. She would have beaten the Mad Hatter and ended the nightmare she and so many other good people had been drawn into.

But she waited.

Although right in the sense to steel herself and rest until it absolutely necessary to attack, Batgirl was wrong in estimating the power of the Mad Hatter's technology. She thought that this atrocity would give her the power to break the hypnotic control and regain her freedom even after she waited until she regained some of her strength. She was wrong.

"Batgirl," the Mad Hatter began. "I want you to give the good commissioner oral pleasure until either I tell you to stop or until he cums in your dirty, little mouth.

"Begin."

Batgirl's body began to twitch and shake, but she did not move to obey. The Mad Hatter, confused, gave the order again. Batgirl's reply shocked him.

"No."

The word was so simple, but yet it packed such power as to actually stagger the yellow-haired madman back a step.

"What? What did you say?" He asked incredulously, reclaiming his step forward.

Batgirl paused. The word had given her hope. It had directly defied the Mad Hatter's command, and it allowed her more time to rest, but in actuality, the hope it had given her was false. The Mad Hatter's technology was still issuing commands to her young brain.

Stepping forward, the Mad Hatter hissed his command again.

"Batgirl, I want you to give the commissioner oral pleasure until either I tell you to stop or until he cums in your mouth.

"Begin."

Once again the Girl Wonder's body visibly shook. The dried sweat on her bruised skin was replaced by a fresh sheen. She opened her mouth to speak, but paused before replying.

"N-no."

"So," the flamboyant freak smiled. "It is a battle of wills that you want, is it girl? Well, then I will be happy to accommodate you!"

He leaned down to the side of Batgirl, within inches of her face.

"Batgirl, what are you?"

The question was simple, but in her state of mind it was confusing. She knew that it had been phrased incorrectly; she was not a 'what', but instead a 'who'. She started to correct the creepy little man, but only a short croak came out of her mouth. When the Hatter repeated the question, she was again only able to make incoherent sounds.

"Batgirl," the Hatter continued. "Are you a slave?"

Batgirl knew that she was not, no matter what she had gone through. She knew that she was not a slave and she knew that no one was her master. Her response, however, was far from anything that would express her beliefs.

"I-I... I..."

"Batgirl," the little man said, more slowly then. "You are a slave."

The supple, red-haired fury was stumped. She closed her mouth and her expression twisted in confusion. The Mad Hatter repeated the statement several times, and although Batgirl wanted to correct the cretin, she found that she did not do so. Then the Mad Hatter spoke again.

"Batgirl, what are you?"

Even though the question was the same as before, Batgirl found that she was not so quick to defy the response. She again paused, but this time her facial features were softer. When the Hatter asked again, she was impelled to respond.

"I... I am a... slave."

"Good," the villain purred. He stood up.

"Batgirl, I have seen the newspapers and I have watched the news; I know of your exploits. You see though, my dear, I am no Pirate King and I am no Red Masque and I am no Virgo.

"I am the Mad Hatter, and I have been doing this for years. I have had the legendary Batman on his knees, a vassal to my will. You, my dear, are nothing compared to me. You are in way over your head, and you have lost. You are now just a slave who will bow to my every whim and carry out my every instruction. Do you understand, slave?"

Batgirl paused before answering, but her answer made her heart sink.

"Yes... Master."

"Good, now I want you to give the commissioner oral pleasure until either I tell you to stop or until he cums in your mouth. Do you understand?"

Again, Batgirl paused, but again her response was nothing but devastating.

"Yes... Master."

"Good," the Mad Hatter purred. He walked over and retrieved the chair from which he had watched Batgirl and Montoya's earlier spectacle. He sat down, brushed off his black slacks and sighed deeply.

"Begin."

Batgirl was prepared to respond 'no' once again; she was almost excited in a last-show-of-defiance sort of way. When she opened her mouth, however, the word 'no' was not involved; not even the letters were there.

"Yes, Master."

Batgirl's mind reeled. She was sure that she had at least this command of the Hatter's beaten; she never expected her will to fall so easily. With less than her normal grace, Batgirl dropped to all fours and made the short crawl to kneel before her naked father.

NO! STOP! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! FIGHT HIM! FIGHT HIM! DO SOMETHING!

She felt her neck tilting up and her blue eyes raked her father's naked form from his feet, past his erect cock, and up to his white-haired head. The man's facial expression was the same as it had been in his office earlier: stiff and mechanical.

Then everything began to move in slow motion, and her senses seemed to be heightened far beyond normal. Batgirl felt her tongue slink out and moisten her cracked lips. She felt her lips part, a line of slowly thinning saliva connecting them. She felt her powerful buttocks flexing to slowly lift her toward her father's cock. She saw with horrifying clarity the precum that glistened on the tip of his penis. She watched as that penis' swollen head grew larger and larger in her vision. It was less than five inches away.

Inside her brain, Batgirl's mind was twisting and convulsing with the horror of what was occurring. Her inner voice screamed and frothed, voicing her emotions in animalistic sounds that, if actually heard, would have driven anyone else away screaming in fright. Batgirl, however, had no where to run.

A sound erupted from somewhere behind her father, near the stairs which had led them down into the basement. A crash, followed by shouts. She heard someone yell 'Batgirl'; then she heard the Mad Hatter's voice, screaming, ordering the gathered policemen.

"Get them! Get them you oafs!"

There was movement to the left and the right and then some kind of fight back by the stairs. She could see none of it, though, because her father's penis was so close that she had to cross her eyes to see it clearly.

Batgirl felt her head tilt up and her eyes make contact with her father's. Nothing independent was exchanged there, just the Mad Hatter's sick commands to give and receive pleasure.

She felt herself leaning forward, her ruby lips parted and wet with her own saliva. Her father's cock crept closer, looming before her like a giant, pale snake. It was less than two inches away.

The commotion behind her father grew. There was fighting, and there were shouts. Boxes and furniture were smashed. All the while, the Mad Hatter screamed to his policemen to fight and win. The one, sane portion of her mind which still existed wondered who had arrived to fight the hypnotized cops; and she silently begged them to win and rush to save her before the unspeakable happened.

When her father's penis was less than an inch away, Batgirl felt herself pause, as if even the hypnotized part of her brain wanted the unknown arrivals to turn the tide and save her, but the pause was just a tease. Her time was up.

With a quick lunge, Batgirl impaled her face on the penis of her father, Gotham Police Commissioner James W. Gordon.

The tip of the member hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag a bit. She could taste the precum as it brushed past her tongue. Batgirl felt her lips close around the cock, applying some pressure, and then she felt herself bob her head back and forth on the thing. She felt her tongue begin to slide up and down on the erect shaft, teasing it and attempting to bring pleasure to the man who had sired her. Thankfully, the young woman closed her eyes, as was customary for her when she had given oral pleasure in the past. The Mad Hatter's hypnotism allowed that much, at least.

Batgirl found herself sucking on the penis all the way out to the tip and then plunging back to the base for another suck. She would do this several times slowly and then do it a few times with more speed and more pressure. She then continued to repeat the process again and again. Her stomach rolled as she heard her father begin to moan in pleasure. She felt the man's hips begin to slightly sway with her motions.

After one particularly powerful suck, Batgirl took Commissioner Gordon's penis out of her mouth and began to lick the length of the hard shaft. Her pink tongue slid up from the base, all the way to the tip, and then back down to the base again. After a few licks, Batgirl felt her father's hands entwine in her crimson locks. His thin, but strong fingers began to lightly massage her scalp. She kissed his white-haired ballsack several times before licking her way back to the head of the penis.

When she commenced to take Gordon in her mouth again, Batgirl felt the man take hold of her head with fistfuls of hair and forcefully impale her face on his cock. Useless alarms went off in her already pureed brain as her father began to facefuck her.

Gordon thrust vigorously into his daughter's face, depriving her of any chance to take a decent breath. On the outside, the young heroine just seemed to be physically shaken from the rough oral sex, but on the inside Batgirl was quickly falling into the abyss of insanity. When she felt her hands rise up to Gordon's hips, a dim glimmer of hope shined down as she thought that rebellion was finally at hand. That glimmer, however, was extinguished as the Girl Wonder grabbed her father's buttocks and, instead of pushing away, pulled herself to him as he jammed himself down her throat. Gross, animalistic noises uttered past the beautiful young victim's swollen, ruby lips as her mouth and throat were filled and battered by the penis which had created her. Her nostrils worked overtime, fending off the smell of her father's groin and trying to catch short breaths of air whenever possible. Soon the work was too much and the young woman's lungs had to settle for whatever oxygen that they could get as her face was battered with her father's pelvis.

Whatever fight was behind the two abominable lovers sounded to be falling in the Mad Hatter's favor.

"That's it, you fools!" He cried. "Beat them down! Punish them for crashing my little tea party!"

Wisps of smoke began to tickle Batgirl's overworked nostrils.

Batgirl felt herself gag and choke on her father's prick as he continued his assault on her face. Her sucking petered off as she coughed uncontrollably, but her father seemed to be making up for her slack with his continued vigor and force. His fists held the young heroine's wet mane like a pair of vises, and his pelvis slammed into her face, ramming his cock deep into her throat. There was no concern present, only an animal drive that was born of his mind-control hindered brain. Batgirl, now only able to get one out of every ten needed breaths, squeezed her father's buttocks and fought past her coughing in an attempt to bring the Commissioner to orgasm before she passed out. She sucked and pulled on his prick with her mouth and lips, desperately gobbling his member like a woman in the desert would guzzle cool water. She felt them both fight to match the other's fervor. She felt the pace pick up to a fevered pitch. She once again smelt the smoke that tickled her nostrils. She felt her lungs ache for the breath which should have been drawn long before the time span during which twenty breaths could have been taken. And then she felt her father seize.

James Gordon pulled his daughter's face into him as he came. Batgirl felt her nose being bent against her father's stomach. As he came, his hot cum spraying the back of her battered throat, Batgirl herself felt an orgasm strike at her from an unknown place. That betraying orgasm shook her body, making her sore muscles shiver as she tried to gobble all of her father's cum. She felt herself grind her face into her father's crotch as he thrust his pelvis at her with each spasm. She felt the warm jism well up and begin to leak out of the corners of her mouth. She felt the two of them shiver with pleasure and then she felt her father's penis go limp in her mouth.

Slowly, Batgirl and James Gordon pulled away from each other. Gordon's throbbing penis fell out of his daughter's mouth and brushed her lips and chin. But as Batgirl leaned back, the totality of what had just transpired settled into her young brain. Then, that powerful, well-trained, well-disciplined mind slipped off of the razor's edge of sanity and into the blackness of total and absolute madness. Batgirl's big, blue eyes got even larger as she sat back on her haunches and stared at her automaton-like father. Her synapses fizzled and her muscles twitched as her body slowly began to seize. Warm cum, the cum of her very father, bubbled in her mouth as she gurgled but one word:

"Daddy?"

With that, the Dark Angel of Gotham toppled back into a full seizure. Cum sprayed out of her mouth as her tongue threatened to slide back into her throat. Her bruised muscles jiggled and flopped, with only her arms being allowed any motion as they shot to her head, which was then clouded by smoke.

The cowl that had been forced upon her by the Mad Hatter then burst into flame. Batgirl's clumsy, flailing hands tore at the burning fabric, rending it from her head and flinging it to the cold, concrete floor. With the psychic link then severed, Batgirl would normally have been able to act on her own, but her mind had unfortunately been decimated by the madness brought on due to the events that had just transpired. Something, however, still stirred...

Deep in her mind, back in a dark, recessed place, one that was never used, something had been hiding. Not something that had been hiding in fear, but rather something that had been hiding for survival. It had been building its power, saving its strength, and waiting for the right moment. It was a shrewd thing, one raised through hard work and discipline, and placed there not by the owner of the place, but by the dark one who had trained her.

In her ruined, maddened state, Batgirl barely felt the thing, but what was left of her mind knew that it was there; knew what it was. It was a survival instinct, a raging animal, a rampaging beast, and it had been waiting for the right time to act.

That time had come.

Batgirl overrode the seizure, which, in her weakened state, would surely have killed her. She sat up. In just a split second, the Dark Angel evaluated the situation and acted.

Batgirl grabbed a service baton from one of the discarded duty belts of one of the hypnotized police officers. With practiced precision and great inner strength, She threw the baton at the head of the Mad Hatter, whom was directing his fifty policemen against a group of ten men who appeared to be firefighters. The baton struck not the villain's head, but instead his large, purple top hat, which was knocked off and dashed to the floor; for Batgirl knew that the top hat was the focus through which the Hatter controlled all of his slaves. Her eagle eyes observed the hi-tech components inside the hat spray out and shatter as the hat struck the concrete floor. Her sharp ears picked up the Mad Hatter's words over the confused moans of the formerly hypnotized policemen. The words rung in her head and gave her great pleasure as she was claimed by an abyss of darkness.

"Oh no..."

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EPILOGUE

Commissioner Gordon sat with his face in his hands. Around him, hospital monitoring equipment softly beeped. Every so often, he would raise his head and stare longingly at the frail form that lay prone in the room's lone bed. After a few painful moments, he would just drop his head into his hands and listen to the machines assist his daughter with her breathing.

"Here you go, Commish."

Gordon looked up to see Detective Harvey Bullock standing next to him with two cups of coffee in his hands and a bag of donuts under one arm. Bullock handed the Commissioner a coffee. Gordon just nodded.

After a few minutes of silence, Gordon spoke.

"How's Montoya?"

"Not too good." The massive detective replied. "The docs say that she got it less, but that Barbara's in better shape, so they're about the same."

Gordon made a strangled little croak and then rubbed his eyes with one shaking hand. After a few minutes he spoke again.

"How's the Hatter?" he asked with venom in his voice.

"Not too good," Bullock replied, a smile creeping onto his fleshy features. "The boys done him up pretty bad. He's on life-support, too."

Gordon just nodded.

"Any sign of Batgirl?" The older man said after another pause.

"Nope. Nothin'. No word on the street, either. Batman and the brat say they're lookin', too, but they're not sayin' much else. I think they're hidin' somethin'."

"I'm sure that they are; their feelings and their fears, most likely. She was their partner and their friend, just like Montoya is yours... and Barbara...well..." The older man cleared his throat after another weak croak.

"She was there," Gordon said after a pause. "Although none of us can remember... everything, almost all of us saw her there. Either the Hatter...finished her off, or she's out there somewhere... on the streets... and she's hurt bad... If that monster could do this to... to Barbara, then just image what he must have done to that poor, heroic woman." Gordon put his coffee down and put his face in his hands again.

"Commish," Bullock said after a few minutes. "Why don't you go get some rest. I'll stay with her. You've been here a long time."

Gordon looked at him, the older man's face hard and stern.

"Harvey, she's my daughter. I'll be here until she comes out of it." Then, however, his face softened a little. "But maybe I will go lay down in one of the empty rooms in a little while. Do you think you could stay with her then? Just a little while? Until I come back?"

"Sure, Commish," Bullock answered immediately, a warm smile bending his hard lips just a bit. "I'd be happy to. Barbara's a good girl; she's a strong girl, and she'll be fine."

Gordon patted Bullock's arm.

"Thank's Harvey. You're a good man."

Bullock smiled.

"Yeah, and I don't believe nothin' they say about me."

The two men chuckled for the first time in almost a week.

After a few minutes, Bullock moved to the door.

"Hey, Commish, do you mind if I call out for a couple of pizzas for when you lay down."

"Sure, Harvey, go ahead."

"And Commish," Bullock paused before opening the door. "That firefighter is still in the hall. Do you want me to broom him?"

Gordon shook his head.

"No. He says he's a friend of Barbara's; and he did help us out with those other firefighters. Let him stay."

"Okay, boss." Bullock said as he stepped out of the room. After closing the door, he looked at the lone man sitting on a folding chair in the hallway.

"Hey," Bullock called to him. "I'm getting some pizza; you want some?"

Kevin Banks smiled the smile of a very tired man.

"Sure. Thanks." He replied.

"Soda?"

Banks nodded.

"Hey," Bullock pointed a thick finger at the dark-haired man. "You really a friend of Barbara's?"

"Yes," Banks replied. "I know her... very well."

Bullock nodded.

"She'll be alright." And with that, Bullock turned and stalked down the hallway toward the pay phones.

Kevin Banks just leaned back and leaned his head on the wall to rest and to think. To think about the beautiful redhead lying helpless in the room behind him. To think about the beauty he knew he had fallen in love with.

To think about the young woman he knew to be Batgirl.

THE END