The place is Earth One, the time is 1984 and Superman just got himself a load of testosterone and is looking for somewhere to put it. Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Wonder Girl, Starfire and Black Canary have already fallen. Who's next?
Marcus Lycus
May 2010
Issue 5 – The Barbara Gordon Project
"Yes Commissioner, I understand. I'm on my way." Batgirl hung up the red hotline and sighed. 'I can do this' she reassured herself. Her father had known about her double identity for a while but she'd been retired for most of that time. They hadn't really talked about it since Batman disappeared, and frankly she'd rather face the Penguin than have that conversation.
"What's the scoop Babs! Did he find a clue? I'll go warm up the Batmobile!"
"Sorry Jason I need to handle it alone." Commissioner Gordon had a lead on the Wrath, the mysterious assassin who was targeting him, more importantly Batman had disappeared when tracking the Wrath. If there was a connection there didn't want a barely-trained kid tagging along while she tried to find it.
Batgirl turned and headed for the waiting Batmobile without making eye contact with the young boy in the Robin costume. She couldn't think of Jason Todd as Robin, he was just a cheap substitute until they found the real Robin. She tried not to think about Dick, also missing after an explosion at the Titans Tower.
"What do you mean? I'm Robin aren't I? I can handle anything! Besides I'm Batman's partner, you're just Batgirl!"
Barbara Gordon sighed. She was 25! She'd even served a term in Congress! And here was this 16 year old kid saying she was the junior member here! But then again Jason was the one with the access codes to the cave, the logins to the Bat Computer and all the other secrets Bruce Wayne had never trusted her with. So with Alfred on vacation in England this 16-year-old needed careful handling.
"I know Robin" she had to swallow bile when she called him that "it's just that if I run into trouble I need to know there's someone out there who can back me up. And right now that's you partner." 'Partner' that was even worse than calling him Robin.
"But… but…"
"Besides I need your skills on the Bat Computer checking the latest news from the Justice League."
"But…"
Batgirl slipped behind the wheel of the Batmobile and closed the door. "I'll keep you posted!" She hit the ignition and the car roared out of the cave leaving a fiery trail behind it.
Jason Todd scowled and kicked the giant penny next to him. "It's not fair! I'm Robin! I'm Batman's partner! I shouldn't take orders from Batgirl!" His whines echoed through the cave disturbing colonies of bats.
(She's a stuck up bitch)
"She… she's a stuck up bitch." Jason repeated the whispered words without thinking.
(Just a horny groupie who fucked Dick Grayson)
"She's just a horny groupie who fucked Dick Grayson!" He repeated with enthusiasm.
(Someone needs to take her down a peg)
"I should take her down a peg!" He resolved.
In the shadows Superman smiled. This was really too easy.
Batgirl parked the Batmobile in an alleyway and emerged. Seconds later she was climbing a bat-rope to the roof of a building. It was funny how fast everything came back she mused. Even after a two years in semi-retirement serving in Congress she fell right back into the old habits. Gotham PD had leaked information that Commissioner Gordon was being kept safe in a room in the West Side Palace Hotel. And this building was the best position for an assassin to get a clear shot. If the Wrath was as good as they said he'd be here.
Barbara Gordon tried not to think about her father using himself as bait. He had to, to make it realistic enough for the Wrath to take the bait. He'd put his faith in her to keep him safe and as Batgirl she meant to deliver.
Silent as a shadow she crept towards the edge of the roof, sweeping the shadows for her prey.
There!
Hidden on a ledge, crouched behind a gargoyle she spotted him. It was strange, she noted, how his red and purple outfit somehow managed to conceal him in the shadows. Much like how her bright yellow boots and gloves never seemed to give her away either. It's funny what goes through your head while on a case she thought. But if you spent too much time on it you'd get yourself in a lot of trouble.
She focused on Wrath, his back was to her, he was concentrating intently on aiming his gun at the building across the street. She just had to creep a bit closer and she could blind him with a smoke bomb and tie him up before he knew what was going on.
She took a step forward…
CLANG
She never knew what made the sound. Maybe her cape caught on a TV antenna. Maybe her boot hit a discarded can. Maybe it was just bad luck. But whatever it was, it was enough.
Wrath spun to face her, Batgirl saw his gun come up, she rolled, he fired. Moving almost too fast for the eye to follow Batgirl dodged and weaved, evading his shots by inches or less. She reached on her belt for smoke and flash bombs, there was still a chance to take him in if she could just…
SPLAT!
Batgirl never knew how it happened. Maybe there was a wet patch on the roof. Maybe her cape caught on something. Maybe it was just bad luck. But whatever it was, it was enough.
She fell on her face, the smoke and flash bombs fell from her hand and detonated around her, blinding and dazing the young woman. She tried to get up. She could see a hazy red and purple shape in front of her, he swung with the butt of his pistol.
And that was the last thing she knew.
Alfred Pennyworth, butler to Bruce Wayne and protector of his master's many secrets slept uneasily in his London hotel room. He had heard the report from Gotham, that Batman was missing, that the entire Justice League was missing. They even said astronomers had seen an explosion in sky where the JLA Satellite orbited the Earth. Now young Mistress Gordon and Master Todd were trying to defend the city alone. But alas his mother's health had taken a turn for the worst and he simply could not leave her.
Tossing and turning, he never noticed the figure hovering outside his 15th story window gently sucking the oxygen out of the room. He died quietly of a heart attack.
Superman flew away smiling. One less factor to worry about for his little project. He peered back at Gotham, he hadn't missed anything yet, but if he didn't hurry he might.
"Wakey, wakey, Bat-babe."
Batgirl's eyes fluttered open, something sweet assaulted her nostrils, she felt her muscles go slack.
"Don't worry Bat-babe, it's just a bit of chloroform. Not even enough to knock you out, just enough to keep you nice and relaxed." Wrath lowered her slowly to the ground and looked down at her limp form. Batgirl's grey spandex suit was tight enough to show off every curve and every muscle. She was slim but solid, fifteen years of gymnastics and dance will do that. The grey suit and blue cape offered her good concealment at night but they were set off with yellow boots, a belt and gloves, not to mention the bright yellow bat across her considerable breasts. Lois Lane once wrote "the costume says 'I'm a sneaky vigilante' but the boots say 'I'm a party girl at heart'." But who cares. Lois Lane is a catty bitch.
And considering the Wrath was wearing red and purple he was in no position to criticize anyone's fashion sense. He leered down at her. "I can see why Batman keeps you around."
Dizzy from the chloroform Batgirl caught his words. She wanted to explain that, despite popular rumors and certain Tijuana Bibles she and Batman had a strictly professional relationship. Robin however was a different story… But all that came out was a ribbon of drool. It didn't matter. The Wrath was hardly listening anyway, he was busy removing her utility belt. He gave it a quick look then put it aside for later. He took out a knife.
"Hhh!" Batgirl exclaimed in fear. She desperately tried to make her mouth work, to tell this villain what Batman would do if she so much as touched her but again, all that came out was drool.
"Oh don't worry Bat-babe, this ain't for you, this is just for your little play suit." He reached down and pulled at the neck band of her costume, he started to cut, surgically cutting open the front, neatly bisecting her trademark yellow bat. Her sheer black bra came into view and he stopped to admire it. Then he kept cutting down to the waistband of her black panties. Batgirl shuddered.
He reached into a pouch.
CLICK!
A microfilm camera captured Batgirl's humiliation for all the world to see.
SNIP!
The knife cut the bra in two, Batgirl's firm breasts popped out. Batgirl's swirling mind felt the cold air made her nipples stand up. 'How embarrassing' she thought in her dizzy fog. 'He's going to think I'm turned on.' She shook her head no.
"Now my beautiful little bat, let's see who you really are."
Those words cut through the fog of the chlorform! "N-no! D-"
But it was too late. Wrath pulled back her cowl and bared her face. Barbara Gordon tried to turn her head, hide her face with her hair but the Wrath grabbed her chin and turned her to face him.
'Maybe he won't recognize me!' She hoped. 'I'm just an ex-librarian! Sure I was in Congress but I was just there for 2 years, hardly anyone would even remember me!'
The Wrath smiled. "Little Barbara Gordon, all grown up."
Batgirl's blood ran cold.
CLICK!
Another photo caught her shocked expression.
"Oh yes, I know who you are. I've made studying your father a hobby of mine. Well this certainly explains how he and Batman work together so well, what with Batman fucking his daughter."
Barbara tried to object but the words just would not come. She was helpless, unmasked and now photographed by a man whose goal was to hurt her father as many ways as he could. What could she do? The chloroform, it made her so weak, so confused. Couldn't focus. She was even imagining things. For a second she thought she saw Superman watching her from across the street but that was impossible. Everyone knew Superman was missing. Just like Batman. Just like her? She felt a new jolt of fear cut through the fog.
The Wrath reached down again and pulled her up by her cape. He was a big guy, at least as big as Batman. Even on her feet she barely reached his shoulders.
She stiffened. She felt cold steel against her neck.
"Tell me Bat-Barbara, do you want to live?"
She nodded furiously! She didn't want to die! Not like this!
She felt one of his gloved hands slip lower following the slit down the front of her costume, it reached the waistband of her panties, and slipped below them.
"Here's the deal then, to save your life, and you father's."
His hand was running over her soft red pubic hair and touching her sensitive vaginal lips. She shuddered. No! Why was that feeling good! The drug! It must be the drug!
"I must say I do want to kill your father. I want to kill him very much."
Why? Why did he have this vendetta against her father? What had he done?
"But I'm a prudent man, I know a rare chance when I see one."
His fingers! His damn fingers! How could she concentrate when his fingers were doing that!
"I want the FBI and Interpol files on me. I want to know what they know. You can get those can't you?"
Batgirl managed to nod, she was starting to pant. His fingers were moving so fast! How could her body betray her like this?
"Good girl! Good, good girl. I can tell we're going to get along very, very well. And I can tell you like me." He removed his fingers with a wet POP. He raised them to her mouth and thrust them between her partly-open lips. Stunned, Batgirl tasted her own juices on his gloved fingers. They were salty and smelled like fish.
"Whoa!" She gasped, Wrath gave her shove and she fell on her back. "Gotta, gotta get up…" She babbled.
"Don't worry Bat-Babe, I can get it up!"
RIP!
Wrath tore open what was left of her costume and yanked off her panties. Batgirl lay at his feet, panting, sweating, her pussy wet, her legs spayed open invitingly. She tried to close them but they just weren't answering her brain. She felt the cold air on her wet snatch. It felt good…
Wrath climbed between her legs and unzipped his fly. He smirked at the helpless girl lying before him. Not just Batman's protégé, but Gordon's daughter. This was even sweeter than killing the old man. He plunged in.
Batgirl moaned.
As the villain thrust into her, her vision got blurry, she felt like she would pass out. She could just imagine Batman or her father witnessing her humiliation. Oddly enough she even imagined seeing Superman looking down on her. But for some reason Superman had a filthy beard like a wino…
Superman returned to the Fortress landing on the small ice shelf in front of its massive golden door. He wasn't alone.
"S-Super-M-Man?" He found Donna Troy, Wonder Girl, half buried in a snow drift, curled into a ball trembling from the cold. She leapt to her feet and threw her arms around the Man of Steel. "Oh Superman thank Hera you're back. I had to glide back here on wind currents and it took hours and then I got here and I couldn't lift the key and I pounded on the door for Kory to let me in but I guess she didn't hear me and I was so cold and I can't feel my toes or my fingers and…" She buried her face in his chest crying.
"Now, now Wonder Chick, it's OK, I'm here."
"Thank you Superman, thank you. You saved me."
"Yes, yes I did. You did all that because I told you to. Wow. I can't believe I wasted my super-hypnois power for so long. I bet I could've had Lex polishing my trophy cases with his tongue. Oh well, no real harm done right? You're not even mad are you?"
"Mad? No, not mad. Why would I be mad?"
"Exactly!" With that Superman picked up the huge golden key with one hand and opened the massive hatch to his Fortress of Solitude. The Hall of Trophies was cold, windy and filled with icy glare but compared to the Arctic wastes outside it was a welcome relief for the Amazon teen. She kept her hands wrapped around Superman and snuggled close. "Mmm, what do you say you and me hit the hot tub?"
"Not a bad idea Wonder Chick, not a bad idea at-"
"K-Kal? Is that you? Kal?" Supergirl wandered in. She had a dazed expression and her jaw hung slack. She kept walking into display cases and stumbling. "Kal, I… I have to go to Chicago… I have to go on patrol…"
Superman shook his head gently. "Now, now cuz, I told you already. No more patrols for you! Your new job is sitting up here and keeping the old rod of steel warm."
She wandered closer. Donna could see her pupils were completely green now, and her lips were green as well. She could make out spider web patterns of green veins near her neck and ears where the tiny kryptonite shards were. She didn't look healthy at all.
Superman sniffed. "Oh cuz, did you make wee-wee in your costume again? I told you not to do that. I mean how can I even fuck you when you smell like pee?"
"I'm sorry… just so tired… can't quite…" She held her head in pain.
"Don't worry Cousin Linda, Donna here will take good care of you. Won't you Donna?"
"Huh? But we were-"
"Yes, yes we were. But now we won't. Family comes first Donna. Of course how could you know that what with being an orphan and everything. So take Cousin Kara here, give her a bath, wash her little cheerleader suit and send her back to me, OK?"
"But…"
With blinding speed Superman took her arm and wrenched it with a small fraction of his Kryptonian strength. Wonder Girl winced, she knew she could shatter her bones with minimal effort. "Yeah Superman, sure, anything you say…" She said quickly.
"Good girl. Now you two go get nice and clean, I'm gonna look for Slave Girl Kory."
Wonder Girl watched him fly off and snarled. She grabbed Supergirl by the cape and pulled. "Come on you brain-dead moron, let's get you clean."
It was a few hours after dawn when Batgirl finally pulled the Batmobile into the cave. She was exhausted, humiliated and filthy. She'd finally passed out as the Wrath took her for the third time. She woke up hours later, naked and with her hands cuffed behind her back. It had taken another hour to retrieve the lock pick from her boot heel and open the cuffs using her mouth. She'd barely gotten to the Batmobile before daylight.
"Thank goodness I kept a spare costume in the car…" She muttered as she climbed out.
"Hey Babs, how's tricks?"
She scowled up at the fake Robin.
"Jason, listen, you don't know what I just went through, I need to get some sleep, we'll talk later."
"Hmph. Shoulda known you couldn't hack it. Batman and me can go days without rest. But I guess a precious little princess like you needs her beauty sleep."
"Look kid you don't know what I just went through tonight so lay off!"
"What did you go through Babs? You can tell me."
"I… Never mind! The point is I had a rough night OK? I'm going to bed."
"Did you catch Wrath?"
"I… no. No I didn't."
"Figures. But that's what happens when you sleep all day instead of training."
"I… Fine. Let's do this. Whatever you've got I can handle it kid." She turned towards Robin and assumed a fighting stance.
"You sure about this Babs? If you want to be a bat you have to take the rough stuff."
"Believe me kid you've got nothing as rough as what I went through tonight!"
"Your funeral Babs." He turned and faced her assuming a similar fighting stance. The two combatants circled each other for a minute. Then Robin hit a button on his belt.
"What the-"
The floor under Batgirl opened up and Barbara Gordon vanished down a pit.
Every day was a new horror for Wonder Woman. Since the moment she'd watched her invisible jet burn her life had become a living hell. She'd watched Superman, one of her oldest and dearest friends become a monster. She'd seen Wonder Girl, her adopted sister hypnotized and forced to debase herself. She'd watched Supergirl's descent into idiocy and madness. She'd even seen her own lasso, a weapon of justice, turned into a tool to enslave others. And there was nothing she could do about it. Most of the time she was locked in a steel cage with barely enough room to kneel. Even then her hands were bound with her own lasso, rendering her powerless and forcing her to submit to any command she was given. As she knelt there shivering in the cold she truly believed things could not get worse.
She was wrong.
Wonder Girl marched into Superman's throne room with rage in her eyes. She was wearing a tight red minidress, almost identical to her usual costume but leaving her long lean legs exposed. For some reason it was soaked, the water was already turning to ice.
"Donna what's going on? Donna?"
Without a word she undid the chain holding Wonder Woman's cage off the floor. The Amazing Amazon yelped as it fell and hit the cold floor. The cage tipped over and rolled against the wall. Wonder Girl reached down, bent the bars open and pulled her sister out.
"Donna, thank Hera your senses have returned to you! Quickly untie me and-"
SMACK!
"Damnit Diana! It's always what you want, what you say! But not everything is about you!"
Wonder Woman stood there in shock, her bare breasts shook back and forth as she tried to stop shivering. She looked into her adopted sister's eyes. Then Donna burst into tears and hugged Wonder Woman. She buried her face between her sister's ample breasts and let out a series of agonizing sobs. "There, there" Wonder Woman finally managed to say. "Why don't you tell me about it?"
"It's Kal! I thought we had something, I thought we were special but he… he hasn't even touched me in days! All he cares about is that skank Supergirl and that slut Starfire!"
"I… oh." Wonder Woman's mind raced, was her beloved sister really this far gone?
"He'd even rather let you suck his dick then me!"
"I um… I'm sorry."
"It's not my fault you have those massive cow udders like you and Kory! My tits are nice too!"
"Um, yes Donna, your breasts are very nice." Cow udders? Did Wonder Girl just say she has cow udders? Sure her breasts were big, 38 Ds, that didn't make them cow udders! Hell Wonder Girl had 36Cs, that wasn't much smaller. Wonder Woman fumed but knew it was pointless. The poor girl was under Superman's control and had no idea what she was saying.
"It's just… it's just I try and I try but he never notices me!"
"Donna listen to me, Superman has gone insane, you need to fight his control."
"I know… I know… it's just I love him so much."
"Donna, you don't love him. He's making you do this. Donna untie me. Please untie me. I can use my lasso to remove his control. I can free you. I can make you feel better, just untie me."
"Huh?"
"Donna, you have to untie me so I can use my lasso. I can end this nightmare in a minute. But I need you to-"
"What? You want me to untie you?"
"Yes!" Wonder Woman let out in exacerbation. "I can free you from Superman's control if you just-"
SMACK!
"I knew it! I knew you'd try and trick me! I come to you for help and you make it all about yourself, all about your needs, your wants!"
"Donna no, I can help you-"
"Well miss high-and-mighty princess you're not the center of the world anymore! Some of us have needs too!"
Wonder Woman was weeping openly by then. How could her sister be so blind!
"You've been telling me what to do my whole life, but guess what-" Donna Troy grabbed the end of the magic lasso in her hand "as long as I'm holding this I get to tell you what to do!"
"Donna no! Donna you can't-"
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!"
Wonder Woman's mouth slammed shut.
"That, that's better. You're always talking, always trying to trick me. Can't, can't even think straight, making me all confused, all frustrated." She lowered her head and held it in her hand massaging her temples. "I just need, just want to think…"
Wonder Woman twisted and tried to pull the lasso from Donna' hand but Donna still had her Amazon strength while Diana was as weak as any mortal woman as long as she was bound by a man.
"Y'know I think I figured out what I want." Donna pointed to the floor. "Kneel."
Wonder Woman meekly complied. She moaned as her bare knees touched the cold, cold floor. Donna pulled up her tight red mini dress. She wasn't wearing anything under it.
"Like I said it's hard to think when I'm so frustrated. So why don't you take care of that?"
Wonder Woman moaned softly but extended her tongue and applied it to her sidekick's warm pussy.
She'd thought things couldn't get worse. She'd been so terribly wrong.
Batgirl slid down the chute. She tried to slow herself or gain some purchase but the walls were as smooth as glass.
"OOF!"
She landed on her face on passed mat. She shook her head and looked up. It was a Gotham City street! It was a set of course, just a mock up, but perfect down to the last detail. Even the graffiti was in the latest gang styles. When did Batman find the time to build these things?
"Think fast Bat-Babe!" Robin's voice shouted from a loudspeaker.
Batgirl heard a distinctive WRRR of electric motors and saw three manikins pop up. Manikins with uzis! She vaulted off the mat just as it was perforated by automatic weapons. She tossed a bat-a-rang and neatly disarmed the first dummy. She jumped and rolled landing at the base of a building under one manikin. She kicked and disarmed it as well. The third turned to fire on her but she was already in the air swinging from a bat-line and landing a double kick on the third manikin's face.
"There! Happy now?" She demanded.
WRRR
Two large manikins rolled towards her, one made up to look like the hulking strongman Blockbuster, the other like the mutant beast man Killer Kroc. Batgirl scowled. She was exhausted. She shouldn't have to deal with this. Not to impress some teenaged fake Robin!
But the training dummies were on her swinging their mechanical fists and the Dominoed Daredoll had no choice but to dodge and weave. She dropped to the ground and swept her leg to trip Kroc.
"AH!"
But Kroc's body rested on a pair of steel treads that did not bend like flesh and bone. Batgirl's leg however was much more fragile. She rolled on the floor in obvious agony.
"S-stop it! Stop the test!" But the two robots still moved towards her.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Powerful blows rained down on her stunning the girl. The metal fists were padded, the blows were strong enough to hurt but not to break bones, not to kill. But enough of them could still do serious damage, even cripple her. She writhed on the ground screaming, all composure lost.
"Stop! Stop! Jason please!"
WHAM!
Icy fear settled into Batgirl's gut. She was going to die. That fake Robin was going to have his robots beat her to death! And there was nothing she could do!
But then…
BOOM!
The Blockbuster robot exploded! A red and green shape swung from the ceiling and landed in front of Batgirl. He dodged two blows from the Killer Kroc robot and jammed a mini-explosive charge in its inner workings. He grabbed Batgirl, fired a grappling hook and the two of them swung to safety as the robot exploded.
"Whew! I'm sorry Batgirl, the controls jammed, I couldn't shut it down."
Batgirl pulled off her cowl, threw her arms around the teen and cried into his yellow cape. Jason Todd put his arms around her and whispered comforting words.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Jason, I just…"
"It's OK Barbara, it's OK."
"I'm not usually like this it's just, just, everything…"
"Come on Barbara, let's get you to bed."
Upstairs Jason helped her out of her costume. He tried to hide his grin when he saw she went commando under her skin-tight gray spandex. Barbara barely noticed, she just wanted to sleep, just wanted this horrible night to end. She didn't even notice when Jason copped a feel on her breasts while putting a night gown on her. She just lay back, closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Jason couldn't stop grinning as he walked out. She was such a bimbo, he could have totally raped her and she wouldn't be able to do anything. But the voice told him to wait and the voice knew it was doing. It had gotten him this far after all.
"How'd I do?" He whispered.
"Just fine Jason, just fine. I'm glad you held yourself back." The voice replied, it always sounded like it was just next to him but he could never see where it came from.
"It was hard man, real hard."
"Heh, I know 'it' was hard. I can see the tenting."
"Huh?" Jason look down. "Oh geeze, I never even noticed."
"Don't worry neither did she. And tomorrow she'll take care of that for you, willingly. Eagerly."
"Are you sure?"
"Always…" The voice faded away. If Jason Todd has glanced out the window he might have seen a red and blue blur shooting off to the north.
"Oh Great Hera!" Wonder Girl cried. "Go deeper Diana, de… oh."
"Hello Donna, hello Diana."
Donna froze. She took her hand out of Wonder Woman's hair and straightened up. Wonder Woman pulled her face out of her sidekick's crotch and looked up.
Superman was back.
"I uh, was training her y'know."
Superman gently took Donna's head in his hands. "Were you now?"
"Um, yeah, to uh, make sure she can please you y'know."
"Did I ever tell you to 'train' her?"
"Um no but-"
"Did I ever imply she was failing to please me?"
"N-no but-"
CRASH!
Superman slammed Donna's face into an icy wall.
BOOM!
He did it again and let go. The brunette fell to the floor with a bloody nose.
Superman picked up the end of Wonder Woman's lasso and led her out like a leashed dog. "Come on Princess let me wash that nasty Donna slime out of your mouth. And from now on your tongue is only for the rod of steel got it?"
Wonder Woman tried to resist the power of her lasso, she did, but it was hopeless. She was learning how helpless and humiliated her foes felt all these years. No wonder they all hated her so much. "I-I understand master, my tongue is only for your dick."
"Hey Kory!"
Starfire looked up from where she was cleaning frost off the trophy case holding Black Canary's leather bustier.
"Head over to the throne room and hang Donna from the ceiling. I think your teammate needs a little lesson. Feel free to get started, there's an electro whip next to my throne."
Despite herself Starfire smiled. She was Superman's unwilling prisoner, she was only his slave because he threatened to destroy her world. But her old teammate Wonder Girl had embraced her new role with relish. "It will be my pleasure master."
"And don't be too gentle with her either. I'll check in on her in a bit, but first the princess and I have some things to take care of."
"Yes master."
The golden-skinned redhead flew into the throne room. Finally, a job she could enjoy.
Barbara woke with a start! She'd been dreaming of Jason Todd in a Wrath costume raping her while Batman laughed.
She shook her head.
"You know things are bad when your nightmares are only barely worse than your days…"
She checked the clock, it was almost 5 in the evening. After her night as Wrath's prisoner and then morning in the training cave she'd slept through the whole day. And she was still exhausted. She stumbled to the shower, the cold water helped revive her. She couldn't believe how bad yesterday had been, and the worst part was it still wasn't over.
She toweled off and put on her costume. She headed downstairs.
Midnight in Crime Alley, a time when any sane Gotham resident was home behind a triple-locked door. But Batgirl stood under a lamppost, a folder under arm. As promised it held all the FBI and Interpol files on the Wrath. It had all the information they'd painstakingly put together, the names of the agents who were tracking him, the names of informants watching him and stings they had planned. It was easy to enter their systems with the Bat Computer, download them and erase the originals. After tonight no one would be able to catch the Wrath.
Batgirl didn't care.
This was about saving her father. Nothing else mattered.
"Hello Batgirl!"
The voice came from her ear, her radio connection! But how had he-
"That utility belt you left me last night was filled with all sorts of clever things." He said answering her unspoken question. She just nodded numbly.
"Hold up the file. Open it."
Batgirl looked around and finally caught a glimpse of light shinning off a telescopic sight from a block away. She faced it and opened the file.
"Good, that looks right."
"Well come down and take it, let's finish this."
"Take off your mask, let me see your face. And keep the radio earpiece in of course."
Batgirl hissed at this outrage but complied. After all Wrath already knew who she was, this made no difference.
"Now hold up the file. Good."
Over the connection Batgirl could hear the click and whirr of a camera. He was taking pictures, proof that Barbara Gordon, Batgirl, had betrayed the law. Another weapon to use against her.
"You parked the Batmobile in the alley. Go to it."
Batgirl reached for her mask.
"No, keep it off."
She kept her head low in case anyone was watching and returned to the dark alleyway. The Batmobile was parked there. It was a converted sports car with retractable panels to hide the bat symbols. Parked, it looked like any civilian vehicle. A bit too costly for Crime Alley, but nothing extraordinary. She could make out three men milling around it, they looked like ordinary hoods in their jean jackets and bandanas.
"Give them the file."
Batgirl complied. They barely looked at it and just tucked it in a bag.
"Now pull down your costume, show them your tits."
"What?! No! We're finished!" She yelled. The three men snickered.
"Barbara, Barbara, Barbara, I thought we settled this last night. I have pictures of you as Batgirl, pictures of you fucking me and now pictures of you giving away top secret files. I know who you are. I could kill you or your father any time I want. Why are you pretending you have some bargaining power?"
Batgirl froze in place considering. Was it a bluff? No. She could easily handle these three men but Wrath was on the rooftops somewhere with his gun. And she already knew she could not beat him in a fight. Besides what did he have to lose by killing or exposing her? Nothing.
He was right. She had no leverage.
She almost wished she'd told Jason what was going on. But she hadn't. She was alone and powerless. If she wanted to protect herself and her father she had to play along.
She turned towards the three men and pulled off her yellow gloves. She placed them on the hood of the Batmobile. She reached behind and unzipped her bodysuit to the waist. She undid the clasps on the sleeves and slipped her arms out. She pulled it down to her utility belt. She stood before them unmasked with her breasts covered only in her black lacy bra.
"Happy now?"
"Pop them out."
Barbara opened her mouth to object but thought better of it. Calmly, deliberately she pulled down the top of her bra and let her breasts hang freely. They were firm and perfectly round, they didn't lose any of their shape once freed from the confines of the silky bra. One of the men whistled. Despite her best efforts Barbara blushed.
"Good girl. You have really nice tits Barbara Bat Babe, did Batman ever tell you that?"
"Shut up!" She hissed.
"Hit a nerve huh? I bet he never did, I bet he only fucked you up the ass and never even looked at your tits."
Batgirl bit back an angry reply. Why did people always assume she'd slept with Batman!
"Now Barbara, I think you've teased these 3 men with your boobs for long enough. Sit on the hood of the car, lean back on your arms and don't break position without my permission.
"What?! You can't-"
BANG!
Barbara winced. That bullet had passed right by her cheek, close enough for her to feel the rush of air. She got the point. He could do whatever he wanted, as long as he had the gun and she had nothing. She leaned back against the hood of the Bat Mobile, supporting herself with her arms. It was a well-chosen position, it immobilized her arms and put her off balance.
The thug put his arms around her, rubbing his bare chest against her exposed breasts. His tongue intruded between her lips but Barbara accepted it, reminding herself it was her duty. He broke off the kiss.
SNIKT!
Suddenly she felt the cold steel of switchblade against her cheek.
"Remember me sweety?"
It was one of the other thugs, now standing beside her. , Batgirl's photographic memory only needed a second to place him. "I busted you last year, sexual assault!"
"Yup, you know what happens if people find out you were brought in by a girl? You know what they do us in jail?"
"N-no!"
"Well you're gonna find out!"
He grabbed her thigh and pulled it up, one of the others pulled her other leg off the ground. Batgirl was helpless now, both legs spayed in the air and her hands supporting her entire weight.
The guy with the knife stepped between her legs and pointed the blade at her vulnerable crotch. Batgirl froze. The slightest move, the merest mistake could maim her or even kill.
He started to cut her spandex costume. Batgirl could feel sweat running down her back. All she could think about was a tiny slip, a gusher of blood and the end of her life.
RRIIPP!
She felt cold air on her pussy, he was done. Despite herself Batgirl breathed a sigh of relief. Which turned just as quickly to a gasp of fear.
The thug stood up behind her and pointed the switchblade at her eye, he slowly moved it closer. Barbara Gordon tried to stay calm as the silver blade came closer and closer and…
SNIKT!
It slid back into its sheath. Once again Batgirl humbled herself by letting out a sigh and bowing her head. But there was no chance for relief. The thug grabbed her red hair and pulled her head back, his lips assaulted hers and his tongue forced itself through them.
"You'd better behave Barbara." The voice in her ear whispered. "You wouldn't want to get them mad."
She opened her clenched teeth and let the intruding tongue inside.
His rough hands seized her breasts and began twisting them and pulling them like playdough, she winced but managed not to cry out. She heard rather than saw him unzip and drop his pants. She bit her lip not to cry out.
"AH! Oh please Kory, please, we're friends, you can't do this to – AH!"
"Sorry Donna, you know I don't want to but… what's the Earth phrase? Oh yeah…"
Starfire brought the electro whip down on Donna's back.
"Better you than me."
The brunette Amazon writhed painfully, tears falling from her eyes. "Kory it's not my fault, he made me do those things!"
"Well Donna, now he's making me do this." She brought the lash down again. "You're always whining about being an orphan, about living in your sister's shadow. Well you know what, I was a X'hal-damned slave! My own sister made me a slave. And now… now after everything I've been through I'm a slave again. A SLAVE! Well at least this time I have you to take my feelings out on!"
Donna screamed again.
Batgirl didn't scream. She could be proud of that much at least. Not even when the third guy took her, she managed to keep silent, even when he bit down on her breasts hard enough to draw blood. She just sneered at him.
Then it was over? The three thugs backed away and left her alone on the hood of the Batmobile, the last one hadn't even cum yet. Batgirl looked up confused.
"OK you three, get."
Wrath was standing at the end of the alley pointing his high-tech silenced pistol at them.
One opened his mouth to object.
HSSST-CRACK!
A bullet hissed out of the gun and embedded itself in the pavement in front of the thugs. They got the point and scurried away.
"Now then Miss Gordon, I think it's time we sealed this transaction."
"You have the file-" Batgirl began.
"Yes I do, but there's no reason I can't have some more fun with you is there?"
"But-"
"Miss Gordon before you raise some tiresome objection let me remind you-"
"You don't have to remind me."
"May I remind you I have photos of you as Batgirl. I have photos of you giving away top secret information. I have photos of you fucking criminals in an alley. I can ruin your life and send you to prison forever. And then I'll kill your father. Are we clear?"
"…yes…"
"I can't hear you Miss Gordon."
"Yes, we're clear!" She barked in frustration.
"Good. Now turn around."
"Turn?"
"You didn't think I was going to accept sloppy seconds did you? Turn around, I want to see if your ass is as tight as your cunt."
Batgirl gasped, no! He couldn't! She wouldn't! He…
He had her. What could she do? She slowly, gingerly rose from the hood of the Batmobile and turned around, leaning slightly, her gaze set dead ahead, trying not to think about what was behind her.
"That's a good girl. I always thought you were smarter than you looked."
She heard him lay his pistol on the ground and then heard him unzipping his fly. She swallowed hard.
"Bend over a bit more, that's right."
SMACK!
He slapped her ass, Batgirl yelped!
"Firm, must be all those jumps and kicks. Barely jiggles at all."
Batgirl waited, trying not to cry. Her resolve had carried her this far but now… She could feel the tears welling up.
"Well?"
"W-what?" She fought down the sob. How long would her humiliate her like this?
"Aren't you going to thank me Batbabe? I just complimented you."
"Go to –AH!"
Wrath took a fist full of her hair and yanked it, reminding the frightened young heroine who was boss here.
"Th… thank… you…" She stammered in pain, humiliation and fear.
"That's better, there's hope for you yet Barbara Batbabe. With some training you should be a fine fucktoy."
"WHAT?! OW! OW! Please I don't…"
"Did you really think I'd just let you go after tonight. Nope. Barbara Batbabe you're going to be my little bed-warmer and cock-licker until I get tired of you. Unless of course you actually want your reputation ruined and your father dead. Do you now? Will you do it or does he die?"
"What? No! I mean yes! I mean I'll do it. I… I'll do it. I'll do whatever you say, just don't hurt my father."
"That's right Barbara Batbade, you will. Now bend over, it's time I broke in that fine, fine asssssss…"
Wrath's voice became a hiss and he staggered back. Batgirl rose from her prone position and turned, a red spot was growing on his tunic. He opened his mouth but nothing came out, then finally he crumpled into a heap. Behind him at the end of alley stood-
"Robin?!"
Jason Todd was standing there with Wrath's gun in his hands, smoke rising from the silencer.
"Batgirl! I tracked the signal from the Batmobile and I saw, I mean, he was I mean… are you OK?"
For Barbara Gordon that snotty little fake Robin was the most handsome man she'd ever seen. She ran to him and threw her hands around him.
"Oh God… oh God, thankyouthankyouthankyou!"
Batgirl's thanks turned into kisses. She never even noticed Robin jabbing her ass with a needle.
She became dizzy but naturally assumed it was a reaction to her ordeal and sudden rescue. She felt the cold metal of the Batmobile's hood against her back and realized she was lying down. She felt her legs moving apart and looked down to see Robin between them. His green jockey shorts were around his ankles and his dick was engorged, aimed like an arrow at her still wet pussy. She opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a low moan as Jason Todd entered her and rapidly thrust in and out. Then it all became a blur and Batgirl knew no more.
"So Princess Kory, how's our other princess doing?"
Koriana'r instantly dropped the whip and sank to her knees before Superman. Years of training taught her never to hold a weapon in her master's presence. "Master, she whines and cries like a little girl. She wouldn't last a day in the Vegan slave markets."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I expected better of you Donna, and so did your darling sister I imagine. Didn't you Princess Diana?"
He tugged the golden lasso and Wonder Woman walked in. For the first time in days her bustier was pulled over her breasts, her star-spangled panties covered her loins. She almost looked like her old self but for the red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
"Diana, I asked you a question." Superman tugged again.
"I… I expected better of her. I expected better from both of us."
"That's the spirit Wondy! Now let's put the royal guest back in her royal quarters." Superman led her to the tiny cage that had been her home and gently helped the Amazing Amazon inside. He twisted the bars shut behind her and hefted it up on its chain. Soon she was trapped again in a cage barely large enough to kneel in, swaying slightly as it hung from the ceiling.
"I have some business in Gotham to finish up tonight but you carry on Kory."
"Yes Master, thank you Master." She gushed.
"Superman! Please! I love you! I'll do anything for you!" Wonder Girl screamed at his retreating back.
Superman stopped and turned. "That's great Donna, cause what I really want you to do…"
Wonder Girl's face brightened.
"Is scream."
As soon as Superman was Starfire picked up the whip. "Now then Donna, where were we?"
As Wonder Woman helplessly watched, Wonder Girl screamed anew.
"Uh… where… how…" Batgirl muttered as she returned to consciousness. She was in an opulent bedroom, the curtains were drawn and morning sunlight was leaking through. She lay naked under silk sheets, warm and comfortable. She sighed contently and relaxed, she was safe.
Then it all came back.
Sex with Robin on the hood of the Batmobile, the ride home with her naked body wrapped in her cum-stained cape, then sex with Robin here on this bed Bruce's bed. Batgirl remembered the loss of control, acting like a slut in heat doing those… those things with her body, with her lips for that snotty little teen.
How could she?
She stopped and thought, yes she'd been humiliated and raped, yes she felt vulnerable and grateful to that snotty punk Jason but that didn't explain why she'd carried on like that. It was like she was a different person, it was like she'd been… DRUGGED!
Of course! It made perfect sense. Wrath must have drugged her, the drugs lingering in her system made her carry on like that. She just had to explain to Robin and…
"Hey there sleepy-head, ready for some breakfast?"
Jason Todd entered, wearing a purple silk robe with an embroidered 'BW' on the breast. Barbara started to giggle at the sight of the teen dressed in Bruce's clothes but managed to catch herself before he noticed.
"Hey uh, Jason about last night, I need to tell you-"
"Hush Babs, whatever it is can wait till you eat. You must be half-starved."
Barbara could smell the eggs and bacon and feel her stomach rumble. The kid had a point.
The eggs were runny, the bacon was burned and there was a weird chemical aftertaste but Barbara woofed them down. She swallowed the last bite and turned to Jason and…
She gasped and doubled over. No… it couldn't be, he wouldn't… he…
Jason tossed the tray off the bed and pulled down the sheets exposing Batgirls magnificent toned body. It was already covered in a thin sheen of sweat and trembling. Her nipples stood up like twin towers. He could smell her flowing juices. Whatever was in those drugs the voice gave him, they sure worked fast.
He pulled her unresisting legs apart and slipped between them. Barbara tried to mutter something but he ignored it, what she wanted didn't matter anymore. As of today, Batgirl was all his!
Afterword
OK, that took a lot longer than it should have. What can I say, real life got in the way of my fantasies. I'll probably be a lot slower for a while but I think I should be able to get something out from time to time.
So check back for my next chapter – Inside, Outside, Leave Me Alone where the most unloved superhero team in the DC Universe gets some attention.
Marcus Lycus
October