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Any similarity between names characters and places in this story are purely coincidental.
Pirate King was created by, and is property of, Glavas K.
Batgirl: Terror Cove by Glavas K.
Part Two
Batgirl awoke slowly. Her head throbbed, but it seemed to be clearing. She tried to rub her temples, but soon found that her hands were securely bound behind her. She was seated in a wooden chair, and her ankles were bound to the legs. She opened her eyes and saw that she was in some sort of natural cave that had been turned into a room. The men who had subdued her were seated at a table, playing a cliche game of cards, it appeared. To the left was another table where Batgirl’s gear had been placed. She felt her mask still in place, and she looked down to see that she still wore her purple Bat-bikini, although it was somewhat disheveled. She gritted her teeth when she noticed the slight soreness between her thighs.
“Hey!” One of the men chirped. “Our new friend is awake? How do you feel, honey?”
One of the other men got up and began walking towards her. “AFT” was stenciled on his sweatshirt, and he looked upset.
“She won’t be feeling too good after I get through with her!” He declared. Batgirl squirmed at his approach, trying to wiggle loose from the ropes, but they were too tight. Suddenly, the man was behind her.
He pulled something from his pocket, something that made a crinkle sound. Suddenly, a plastic bag covered Batgirl’s head. She tried to take a breath of air, but inhaled only plastic instead. The young crime fighter whipped her head back and forth to try to dislodge the bag, but the man held it in place. She screamed in panic as her world quickly became plastic heated by the gasps being sucked in through her mouth and nose. She could taste the plastic as she thrashed in the chair, and she could feel one of the man’s hands slide down her neck to grope roughly at her breasts. Her vision began to blur and take on a yellowish hue, while white flashes spotted all she could see. Her chest heaved in an attempt to retain what little breath she had.
There was no air any more. Her body spasmed as her lungs leapt in search of life-giving oxygen, but there was none. Her screams became gurgles that were themselves muffled by the plastic. She could see the three men at the table laughing as she began to die.
In that instant, before she gave herself up to death, the plastic bag was removed. Batgirl gasped violently, trying to recapture every lost breath. She slumped forward in the chair. She watched her sweat and tears drip from her face and splatter on the crotch of her bikini bottom. The young woman felt her consciousness slipping away. She was going to pass out, but before she did, she heard another man’s voice through the buzzing in her ears.
“No, Aft,” he said. “I don’t want to get rid of our heroic little guest just yet. It’s not often that people in our profession are granted the opportunity of having...our own...sweet little...”
Batgirl was blacking out and the last word was just a whisper, but it seemed to contain all the maliciousness of a scream.
“...plaything.”
* * *
“How was your little rest, my sweet?”
Batgirl opened her eyes. She was in what had to be called a dungeon. The stone room was small and poorly lit. The young crime fighter lay on the damp floor in a heap. The voice came from behind her, where she guessed the door to the chamber was situated.
A quick inventory told the Girl Wonder that her hands were bound behind her with rope, but her feet were free. She still wore her Bat Bikini and she was still masked, but now her equipment was nowhere in sight. She lifted her head to view her captor.
He sat in a chair between her and the door. He was a man of about 35 years of age. He was muscular, and liked to flaunt it, because the front of his coat was open to reveal his chest. His clothes were the costume of a pirate: black, rolled leather boots, black pants, and a maroon doublet with gold trim, opened at the chest, as previously noted. Those clothes, combined with his long blonde hair, gave him a striking resemblance to Fabio. Batgirl hoped, for her own sake, that this man was as smart as Fabio.
“Nice outfit,” she quipped. “Anybody ever tell you that you look like -”
“Every day,” he cut her off. “This, of course, coming from a girl who dresses in bat-flavored tights. Although I am impressed with your originality and your bitting wit, we’ll have to make you a bit more pleasant to the ear. Don’t worry, however, because we’ll have plenty of time to work on your social skills after you are settled in here.”
Batgirl didn’t like his tone. He was almost too confident, but there was something about him that told her that he was constantly aware of everything around him. She tested her bonds; with a little bit of time, she was sure that she could wiggle free.
“Don’t get too attached to me because I won’t be staying long.” She announced, trying to fix a smug look on her face.
The mysterious pirate raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” He drawled in a slight British accent. “And where do you think that you are going?”
“Any minute now, Batman and Robin will be popping out of your pool and putting your behind bars!”
“Oh, I don’t think so.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Well,” the pirate began, “A man such as myself can’t afford to operate in a city such as Gotham without knowing a thing or two about the Caped Crusader.
“I know, first off, that if he was coming for me today or in the near future, that he wouldn’t allow one of his little Bat-Friends to come in first as a sacrificial lamb. He is quite smart, you know, and giving the enemy a hostage isn’t the smartest opening tactic.
“Secondly, if he was to allow you to perpetrate this foolishness, then that would be an even larger tangent to his tactics. Batman is more of a stealth fighter. Letting little bats or birds defiantly announce his coming goes against how he does things.”
Batgirl began to say something, but the mysterious pirate held his hand up to silence her.
“Before you continue, my sweet, let me just say that the ‘well I went against his will and now he’s rushing to my rescue’ ploy just doesn’t float. Shall I tell you why?”
Batgirl grunted her begrudging approval.
“It seems that the safety of Batman’s little friends means more to him than his own safety. If he found out that you were here, he would be here faster than the Navy could. My dear, you have been here a little over hours, and the Dynamic Duo have failed to make an appearance.
“That, coupled with the knowledge that Batman is in Boston plucking the Penguin’s feathers, leads me to believe that we will have quite some time to become intimate together.”
As the pirate laughed, Batgirl swallowed. Her captor seemed to have all the bases covered. She was trapped and on her own. And he knew it.
* * *
“Let me start things off with introductions. I like to call myself The Pirate King. I never said that I was modest.
“You are, as we already know, the delicious and helpless morsel called Batgirl.
“And I believe that you have already met my henchmen: Fore, Aft, Port, and Starboard. Gentlemen.”
At the Pirate King’s call, the four burly henchmen entered the room. They all wore devilish smiles on their faces, and Aft was carrying a box twice the size of a cigar box.
Batgirl sat up and began inching away from the men, all the while trying to loosen the ropes that held her wrists.
“Now that introductions are over,” the Pirate King continued, “We shall treat you to a tour of our humble facility. First, I would like to show you a little experiment of mine; one that will allow us to move about the complex with you under your own power, but will lessen the chance that you try to escape. Aft: the box. Gentlemen, will you do the honors?”
The thugs leapt forward to grab Batgirl. The Girl Wonder twisted where she sat and planted a foot in Starboard’s knee; the man cried in pain and crumbled to the ground. Fore and Port were on her then. One held her from behind while the other grabbed her thrashing legs. Batgirl bucked her body in defiance.
“Help them, Aft.” The Pirate King ordered. Aft handed the box to his boss and rushed to grab a piece of Batgirl.
Pirate King opened the box and removed a dildo-like object that looked to be made of some kind of rock. He advanced on Batgirl as he spoke.
“This little guy is the result of my sea-life experiments. I took an ordinary barnacle and pumped it full of experimental growth hormones...”
Batgirl strained and grunted, but the men were too strong, even if she had her wrists free. Port clamped a rough hand over her sweaty brow to steady her.
“...The hormone mutated the barnacle into this elongated form that you see here. Spread her legs.”
Batgirl strained to stop the men from following the order, but their combined muscles prevailed. Her own leg muscles shook with the effort she was exerting, and rivulets of sweat slid down those quivering appendages. The henchmen finally pried the superheroine’s legs as far apart as they would go, as a panicky cry of ‘No’ escaped the young woman’s lips. Pirate King knelt before her.
“First, let’s lubricate the little fellow.”
Before she could react, Pirate King had jammed the creature to her lips and then forced it past her teeth into her mouth. Batgirl gagged and coughed around the long barnacle while Pirate King swirled it around in her mouth. For a brief moment, to Batgirl’s ever mounting disgust, she thought she could feel the creature twitch, which made the gore rise in her throat. With a final thrust deep into the helpless crimefighter’s throat, Pirate King yanked the barnacle from her mouth. Batgirl spasmed with several deep gags before focusing her strained attention on Pirate King’s ‘toy’.
“The trick with this particular mutation is that even the slightest vibrations cause it to vibrate as well. This will cause your sexual juices to flow, no matter how hard you try to suppress them. My pet will feed on those juices and grow to vibrate more...”
Pirate King leaned forward and pulled aside Batgirl’s bikini bottom to reveal a neatly shaved, red-haired crotch. He brought the barnacle up to her vaginal lips and rubbed it there for a moment. Batgirl protested both physically and verbally, but the men who held her quelled those physical actions, and the verbal cries only served to goad Pirate King on. “...his vibrations and growth will make you vibrate with even more pleasure which will make him vibrate more which will make you vibrate more, etcetera, etcetera.” He smiled. “A vicious circle, really.”
Without warning, he slid the barnacle dildo into Batgirl’s pussy. A cry leapt from her sweating lips, and then a plea.
“No! Please!” She groaned and then slumped back into the henchmen’s filthy arms. “No. Oh, no!” Her pelvis trusted once, and then she issued a very unladylike grunt. She settled back down. Port slid a lecherous hand across her belly and up to her breast. The young woman just groaned miserably.
“No. Please, no. You --” Her eyes opened wide and she gasped in realization. “I...I can feel it...it’s moving inside of me!” Batgirl’s lower lip trembled.
“Why yes it is, Batgirl.” Pirate King grinned as he, too, groped her. “And it will keep moving right along with you -- each of you fueling the other’s desires. And it will grow.”
Batgirl shuddered, and with a gasp, slumped deeper into the arms of the goblins who held her.
“Oh, shall it grow.”
* * *
After several moments of groping, the villains finally yanked Batgirl to her feet. That was when she had the first orgasm. She flinched and her legs buckled as her mouth issued forth a shaky groan. She fell into Pirate King’s welcoming arms. He hugged her from behind.
Leaning down, he kissed her longingly on the cheek.
“Oh, my poor Batgirl. I know that you’ve had such a dreadful day, so I’ll make our tour quick, and them you and your new friend can get some rest.” He kissed her several more times, each time coming closer to her ruby lips. The female crusader twisted her head away, the whole time trying to loosen the ropes which held her wrists.
“Stop it, you bastard! Leave me alone!” She squirmed in his grip. “Let me go!”
“Oh, you fight it now, but just wait about an hour and you’ll be begging me.” He whispered, before dragging her out of the cell by the arm. “Let’s go.”
Batgirl walked on the balls of her feet as Pirate King ushered her down a damp, rock hallway. The mere act of walking seemed to arouse the creature in her pussy, and it began to vibrate even more. Before the small party reached the mini-sub cave, her breathing was heavy.
“This,” Pirate King began, “is my own, precious mini-sub. I acquired it from Egghead, who in turn had stolen it from some federal oceanography project. The loon said he didn’t want it anymore because the shape wasn't right.” He laughed and his henchmen joined in. Pirate King’s laughter shook Batgirl, and even those vibrations caused the Barnacle Dildo to stir and grow. She could feel a slight pressure on the interior walls of her pussy, one separate from the creature’s resonance.
“So,” Batgirl interjected in an attempt to both gain more information and to stop Pirate King from laughing. “You’ve been using this sub to rob the yachts that venture too far from Gotham Bay?”
“Precisely. Come.”
Pirate King dragged Batgirl up the gangplank and onto the top of the mini-sub. The shaky gangplank caused the thing in her loins to rumble; the beginnings of another orgasm. She tried to control her breathing, but her breath was coming out too desperately. At the sub hatch they stopped.
“Hold her.” Pirate King ordered his henchmen. Happily, they grabbed her as he descended. The young woman cringed and squirmed as the men’s hands slid all over her sweaty body. Starboard was nibbling on her shoulder and Aft had his hand down the back of her bikini bottom fingering her asshole when Pirate King yelled up to send the heroine below. She swallowed hard when she peered down into the depths of the mini-sub, fearful of the dangers and degradations that would lurk down there momentarily.
Climbing down the ladder was the worst for Batgirl’s dildo situation. Not only was she unsteady and off-balance because her hands were bound behind her, but the mere motion of her legs stepping down the rungs drove the barnacle into a frenzy. By the time she reached the bottom, Batgirl was in the full throes of orgasm. She moaned loudly and stumbled, falling face first into Pirate King’s chest. He hugged her to him and reveled in her pleasure and torment, watching her tied hands wring and clench in bound frustration. He held her masked face to his bare chest, and unintentionally her lips caressed his chest as she tried to breathe and moan. He stroked her hair and gyrated his body against her face until the orgasm was all but finished. More than once, Batgirl had kissed the chest before her, forced by the violating passion.
As Batgirl tried to catch her breath, and as she knelt before her captor, the Pirate King bent down and kissed her on her lips. She pulled away with a pouty ‘no’, and he again settled for her wet cheek and her neck.
“Soon,” he whispered to her. “Soon, you won’t be able to control yourself, and then you will be mine...body and soul.”
“No,” she murmured. “Please, no...”
* * *
“It’s rather simple, really,” Pirate King began. He stood behind Batgirl with his arms encircling and caressing her damp body.
The humid heat inside the mini-sub was making the helpless heroine sweat even more; and the heat also seemed to have a reaction on her barnacle invader - the creature was aroused by the high temperature as well as her movement. The young woman was already on the road to another orgasm, and on top of that, the barnacle had begun to grow more. The intrusion was already almost as uncomfortable as it was arousing.
In an attempt to divert her attention from the feelings in her loins, Batgirl began to think about her judo lessons, replaying as many as she could remember in her head. The distraction was temporary, she knew; a permanent solution was escape. She was determined that she would be able to seize the opportunity to escape when it arose, but something nagged at her. That feeling was another solution to her dilemma altogether. That solution was that she surrender to those feelings that were molding her like wet clay. It would be so easy to give in and lose herself in the bliss that the Barnacle Dildo brought. To relax and treat herself to the ever-increasing pleasure. To...
She shook herself from that destructive reverie and brought herself back to the real world, however twisted and humiliating. She was burning up from the stuffy heat, and Pirate King was groping her belly and her breasts as he explained his plan.
“We chart the activity of the cruises Gotham’s rich embark on, and then we move in like a shark on its prey. We silently board the vessel during the height of the festivities, and then we steal our prizes.” He squeezed Batgirl’s breasts, clutching her against him, and then greedily kissing her neck and cheek.
Batgirl slid against him in a weak attempt to escape.
“No! Oh, no. Please...don’t...” she moaned.
“I want to take you now,” he whispered into her ear.
“No,” her return whisper pled.
“But it seems that you are already entertaining company in your ‘main ballroom’,” he chuckled.
“You bastard...”
He grinned. “Well, I guess that just means that I’ll have to use the ‘service entrance’!”
Pirate King pushed Batgirl forward, face-down onto a map table. She gasped and then cried out in pain as several thumbtacks flipped and embedded themselves in her breasts and belly. Pirate King yanked Batgirl’s bikini bottom down around her knees, and then unzipped his trousers, letting them fall around his ankles. The Girl Wonder tried to get away from him, but she was too weak and he was too strong, driven by his lust.
Pirate King rubbed his penis all over Batgirl’s sweaty ass with one hand while holding her down with the other. When his member was lubricated enough for his liking, he leaned forward and jammed it into her asshole. The red-haired heroine jolted her upper body off the table and shrieked. Pirate King was unable to force his penis all the way into her tight ass on the first thrust so he grabbed both of her biceps and rammed his pelvis forward. Batgirl’s shrill cry echoed throughout the steel walls of the mini-sub as Pirate King pummeled her rectum with his erect penis. Finally, he succeeded in stuffing his dick completely into the young woman’s asshole. Batgirl screamed again, spittle flying forward from her twisted and gaping mouth, and then she dropped her head to the table with a knock loud enough to make Pirate King’s penis vibrate inside of her. There she lay, stunned, as Pirate King raped her ass.
The villain continued to thrust into her, brutally pressing her into the map table. Batgirl grunted sadly with each push. Her mind was swimming from the blow her head had received on the table and from the pain in her ass. Blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, pooling on the maps in a dainty puddle that her face sponged up as she was driven down and forward. Finally, she felt the Pirate King launch one final thrust into her ass as he shuddered with orgasm. Her tender and raw asshole was then flooded with the cretin’s seamen.
She began to cry at that completing act of the violation, but her tears were brought to a halt as her body betrayed her with an orgasm of her own. She seized and twitched in horror, squealing aloud as the Barnacle Dildo pushed her body from humiliating pain to even more humiliating pleasure. With a final lurch, Batgirl’s head collided again with the map table and she blacked out.
* * *