"The problem with computer readouts that give you bad information," Lillith Crane spoke, her slightly nasal voice carefully controlled, "is very similar to an old person looking into a mirror. You might not like what you see, but it's there anyway." "Mistress?" Sally Prime asked. Lillith swung her chair around, not looking at Sally. Not looking at her office. Not even looking out the large picture window she faced. Her eyes were seeing rows and columns of spreadsheets, numbers and percentages. Sally did not repeat the request. When her Mistress wanted her to know something then she would know it. Until then she would wait. In the meantime she glanced around the office, just in case she had missed anything on her earlier cleaning. But no, everything was spotless, the ultra-modern chrome and black marble gleamed. The ancient Persian carpet lay without a speck of lint, it's scene of a city falling to invaders clearly visible. Sally Prime relaxed a little. Her responsibilities were done, there would be no punishment. Whatever vexed the slight woman in the large chair was no fault of hers. Mistress Crane was simply contemplating a problem beyond Sally's scope.
Lillith turned her mind away from the finance displays. They told her nothing she didn't already know, and there was no way to juggle them into a more pleasing picture. Crane Industries was weeks, if not days away from bankruptcy. In the back of her mind she could hear the dry crackle that was her father's laughter. He had cursed her on his deathbed, even as she forced him to sign the company over to her. For a moment Lillith let herself remember the pain in his eyes. The old man had been so evil to the staff it had only taken a hundred dollars to stop his pain medication. A slight smile crossed her narrow face as she remembered his agony. But now his curse was coming true. Fifteen years of work and careful planning were eroding under the weight of one bad choice. "What is the latest news on Colleen McMurphy, alias the Cobra?" "She is in solitary confinement Mistress." Sally said. "Reports indicate that her mind was broken during her battle with Batman." "And we have no idea where she hid the money she embezzled from us." Lillith said, sighing. "Has Sally 16 reported in yet?" "Yes Mistress. She has followed the path you set for her and is now assistant manager of the Gotham National Bank. She has reported difficulty in seducing the manager, he is devoted to his wife, but has initiated a friendship with his daughter. Sally 16 reports the young woman may have lesbian tendencies." "She has access to the vault." Lillith said. "Much as I hate to cut Sally 16 short, I fear I have no choice. If we do not come up with the money the company will fail. How long has it taken Sally 16 to reach her position?" Lillith asked, knowing the answer. "Three years Mistress." Sally Prime answered. For a moment Lillith spared a glance at her reflection in the window. She was pale, but that was by choice. Lillith had no patience for sitting idly in the sun. She was healthy, in fact stronger than many women pushing 40. Her slim body was hard and smooth. It didn't matter that some of her competitors referred to her as an; "Ice Stick". Nothing mattered to Lillith but her plans, her goals and her desires. She hated to use Sally 16, she knew the girl would be caught. Sally 16 wouldn't implicate her, of course. She'd go to jail and wait in silence until her release. But three years of her effort and seven years of Lillith's training would be gone. But there was no choice. Lillith was just opening her mouth to tell Sally Prime to call Sally 16 when a flash of light caught her attention. On a rooftop, perhaps a mile distant there was another flash, brighter. Almost a flare. Curious, and thankful for any distraction, she got up and walked over to the large telescope all executives have to have. She focused it on the roof top and used the nightscope to make the scene clear as day. A small woman, dressed in a skin tight black costume, with a cape and a headpiece in the shape of a bat, was fighting five or six men. As she moved Lillith could see a yellow bat emblem on her chest. It seemed to glow in the night visions scope, mocking her. "Batgirl." Lillith said, moving away from the telescope. "Look Sally, there she fights the only way her kind know how to fight." Lillith glared at the distance as Sally moved and looked through the telescope. "They beat a few fools, help some weaker fools and get all the glory. What a waste." "She is fighting the Mercenaries." Sally said. "The Mercenaries?" Lillith asked, her glare fading. The Mercenaries were a soldier for hire group, basically bullies who had never grown up. Usually they operated in small countries. "Why I wonder would she be fighting them?" "I believe they started it Mistress." Sally said, continuing to watch. "I have heard that Intergang has offered fifty million dollars for the real name of Batman. She would know that name." "Fifty million." Lillith said, emotion in her voice for the first time. She motioned Sally away from the telescope and watched the fight. "Do you think they can capture her?" "No Mistress." Sally said. "I have seen them fight, last year in Castra Minapa, they use basic techniques. I saw Batgirl fight with Catwoman last month, she uses a mixed style of fighting, very smooth, very fast. On a roof top like that she has all the room she needs." "How much longer do you think the fight will last?" Lillith asked, moving away from the scope and gesturing for Sally to look once more. "Fifteen to twenty minutes." Sally said. "Three of them are already down." Lillith paused for only a second, then she went to a gun case set in the corner of the room. Her father had hunted all his life, and had taught her. Their hunting trips were some of her very few happy memories. "Use the flier Sally." Lillith ordered, loading the gun with a tranquilizer dart. "If I hit her, bring her here and leave no witnesses alive. If I miss, do your best to take her." "Yes Mistress." Sally said. She left, a look of determination on her face. Lillith didn't see her go, she was setting up a tripod for the riffle.
Three were down and Barbara Gordon, known to the world as Batgirl, was having fun. She had been on her way to home, planning on an early night when they had attacked. Barbara knew them from the international crime files. They called themselves the Mercenaries and boasted about being professional soldiers. But they were basically thugs. The smallest was over six feet tall and weighed 300 pounds. She was saving him for last. Even as engrossed in the fight as she was Barbara still noticed the high pitched whine of a personal jet flier. She chopped one of her attackers on the back of his neck with her foot an danced back. On the next roof over a small sky-cycle had landed.
Lillith watched, her breath quickening as it always did during a hunt. Her breast were hard as well, and she could feel a tightness to her stomach and a tingling between her legs. It would not be an easy shot. Batgirl was a half mile away and it was night. But there was no crosswind, and Lillith had used the riffle a thousand times. She watched as Batgirl took care of the last of her attackers. Then the superheroine turned to face where Sally had landed the sky-cycle. Lillith made a minute adjustment in her aim and let her breath out slowly as she squeezed the trigger.
Batgirl was puzzled. The woman on the sky-cycle wasn't doing anything. Not attacking, not greeting her, just sitting, as if waiting. Both her hands were in plain sight. Batgirl started to walk toward her but had barely taken a step when the dart hit. It hit her in the stomach with the impact of a hard thrown rock. Batgirl staggered back, then pulled the dart out. Already she could feel darkness spreading from her stomach. Even as she fell Batgirl reached for her utility belt. From it she took a med kit, and was selecting a universal antidote when the woman from the sky-cycle landed next to her. Batgirl was already too week to fight, but the woman wasn't interested in fighting. She tore the med kit from the downed superheroine's hands, then pushed her down. Batgirl's legs were numb and her arms had lost the connection to her hands. She watched as the woman quickly walked over to each of the down mercenaries and stabbed each one in the temple with a short spike. Then the woman returned, picked Batgirl up and loaded her on the cycle. The last feelings Batgirl had were of the air rushing through her hair.
As Batgirl, Barbara Gordon grown used to waking up with an aching body and restrained limbs. Even before she reached full consciousness she remembered what had happened and guessed she was tied up. She was right. Opening her eyes Barbara saw that she was suspended over a boiling vat of a sickly green colored solution. Her wrist were tied together over her head, her fingers already going numb from the tightness of the ropes. Her ankles were bound as well, and a short rope led from them down to a block of concrete. She was still in her costume, but her utility belt was gone. Barbara tensed her muscles, but the weight was too heavy to lift or even swing. She tried to look around but there were a dozen bright lights angled so it was impossible to see the rest of the room. "What is Batman's real name?" a voice from the darkness demanded. It was computer voice, sweet and unemotional. "Who are you?" Batgirl demanded back. "Look below." the voice commanded. Batgirl looked down to see something thrown into the vat. The result was a maelstrom of bitter smoke that rose up and burned her nose. She coughed and tried to turn her head away, but there was no where to go. "Who is Batman?" The voice demanded again. "I don't know!" Batgirl shouted. With a stomach churning lurch the heroine was lowered toward the vat. She dropped a foot before the rope stopped her. Batgirl grimaced as the ropes bit into her wrist and ankles. "Who is Batman?" "I don't know!" There was a delay of a few minutes, and Barbara wondered if they believed her. Then she started to lower again. This time slowly, smoothly. Almost imperceptively. "Who is Batman?" Batgirl didn't answer, instead she started to twist and turn. She pulled first one arm and then the other, ignoring the pain. But her twisting pulled the ropes tighter, and soon she could barely move her fingers. The bottom of the concrete touched the surface of the water and she stopped. "Who is Batman?" "John, John Tilkins!" Batgirl shouted. "You are lying." Again she began a slow descent. Batgirl pulled her legs up, feeling the ropes bite into her wrist and ankles. She wouldn't betray Batman. Gritting her teeth Barbara thought of all Bruce Wayne had done with his life. The pain he had turned into a holy cause, the inspiration he had given to thousands, herself included. The only shield he had from all his enemies was his true name. She couldn't betray him. So Batgirl twisted and pulled, and tried to swing, and failed. Her legs slowly gave into the weight and were pulled straight. By that time she was low enough for acid to reach her knees. She could feel it eating through her costume. "Who is Batman?" the voice asked again. "You won't kill me or you'll never know!" Batgirl shouted defiantly. "There are others." the voice replied, and she was lowered once more. "There are few, but there are others." Barbara could feel her costume dissolve. Her boots were gone. Her feet were beginning to sting. Was this what it felt like to be eaten by acid? Desperate she tried to pulled up, but now her arms were nearly numb as well. The acid rose past her knees and she took a sharp in take of breath as it rose to her waist. She could feel it at her vagina. Irrationally, desperately she clenched her vaginal muscles, hoping to keep that part of her safe. "Who is Batman?" the voice asked again, stopping the rope. "If you are taken out of the acid now and treated you will live, and your limbs will be whole." "Go to hell!" Batgirl cursed through clenched teeth. Barbara was thinking of her father, wondering what his reaction would be when he received the letter she had written when she became Batgirl. It was safely with her lawyer, letters to him, to Bruce, Dick, to the closest of her friends. She hoped he wouldn't blame Batman. The acid had nearly reached her breast. Fatigued, her vaginal muscles had relaxed. Where the acid ate freshly at her flesh it was stinging, but she didn't feel her legs at all. "Who is Batman?" the voice demanded once more. Batgirl closed her eyes and pulled back into her self. She could feel the acid, just under her breast now. It felt a little like a bad sunburn. She tried to put her mind into a calm peaceful place. Batgirl would not scream her way to death. Her stomach lurched as she was pulled out of the acid. Stunned Batgirl looked down. The yellow bat emblem was still there, but from there down her costume was gone. Her skin was bright red, almost like she had a sunburn. But it was still there. Batgirl let out the breath she had been holding, only to scream in shock a second later. Ice cold water hit her body from three sides, washing the remaining acid away. After the scream she couldn't get her breath back and could only manage to gasp. When the water was stopped she was moved over the vat and lowered to the floor. Batgirl shivered, there were goose bumps on her skin and her teeth chattered. The water had pushed what was left of the costume up and her breast hung free. When the weight reached the floor the rope stopped. She hung there, nearly stripped and helpless. "Who is Batman?" the voice asked. "What is to come will be painful." I won't break!" Batgirl shouted defiantly. "No." a different voice answered her. A slightly built woman, no taller than Batgirl stepped into the light. She wore a dark robe and her face was hidden behind a cartoon witches mask. "You will not break. But you will bend." For the first time Batgirl was frightened. It was the way the woman said the last word. There was a sharp pain in her but as the needle sank in, and once more Barbara could feel darkness spreading through her body. Before she had a chance to fight it, it had won.
Barbara woke more slowly this time. She guessed it was the drug they had used, and wondered how long she had been out. She was untied, which surprised her, but then she had wakened in cells and cages before. Carefully she listened before opening her eyes, but there was no sound but her own breathing. There was damp ground beneath her, and the air was stale and dank. Slowly, not moving the rest of her body Batgirl opened her eyes. She looked up at a sea of bats. They hung from stalactites. Asleep. Only a little flutter through a small body here and there. She was in a cave, lit by torches. Slowly Batgirl stood up, looking around. Absently she pulled what was left of her costume back down over her breast. The cave was about fifty feet high by 30 feet wide, irregular in shape. Not a man made cave, not even like the Batcave. Someone had been here recently, she could see shovels and some welding equipment stacked to the far side. If there was an exit, or an entrance it was hidden in shadows. "Who is Batman?" the voice demanded. Batgirl whirled, looking for her enemy. Enemies stepped out of the shadows. They were dressed alike, skin tight black spandex that covered them from head to toe. Their eyes were hidden behind black lenses that reflected the torch light in distorted patterns. The only thing Batgirl could tell for sure was that they were all women. They surrounded her in a circle and kept alternating positions with one another, making it hard for her to keep track of their number. "Who is Batman?" the voice sounded again. Batgirl didn't bother answering, instead she leapt, trying to charge through the circle of women. She didn't make it. One of them grabbed her leg, and got her arm nearly broken for her trouble. Batgirl snarled and became a spitting devil. She fought them with everything she had, chopping, kicking, using moves that had dazzled opponents for years. But in the end there were simply too many of them. One of the women grabbed her ankles and hung on, another hugged her waist, two more grabbed her arms and pulled them straight. Batgirl tried to wrench herself free but the grips were too strong. Soon the human chain was complete, each of her limbs was held fast. Panting Batgirl rested for a moment. Her captors forced her to kneel, her arms pulled straight, and someone sat on the back of her legs. "I will ask one more time." said a new woman, stepping out of the shadows. The Halloween witches mask hid her face, but Batgirl recognized the voice. It was the same one as before. "And after this time I will not ask again until you have endured much pain. Who is Batman?" "Go to hell!" Batgirl snarled. The Witch stepped forward and with a casual motion pulled Batgirl's mask and cowl off of her head. Barbara gasped, taken completely off guard. "I know who you are." The Witch said, looking at her. She fingered the short black hair, unkept from so long under the cowl. There were marks dark marks on Barbara's gamin shaped face from her mask. The woman traced them with her fingers. "But I know this knowledge will not get me what I seek." "It won't." Barbara said defiantly. "Remove the rest." The Witch ordered. Barbara didn't resist as the top and sleeves of her costume were torn off. Escape would have to come later she knew. Naked Barbara Gordon was an attractive woman, with a lithe form and full breast. Muscles stood out against her skin, a testament to the active life she led. "You seem to be out of place without a costume." The Witch said. "Do not worry, you will be wearing one before we are done." She nodded and Barbara was lifted up and pushed down to the ground. Her legs and arms were pulled apart and sat on, keeping her helpless. "Think you have enough help?" Batgirl ask bitterly. The Witch said nothing, merely walked over and sat on Barbara's stomach. She reached out her hand and someone placed something into it. Barbara couldn't help but gasp as she recognized the instrument. "I said you would have a costume." The Witch said as she prepared the tattoo needle. "And this part of it at least, will not come off."
Barbara had never gotten a tattoo, or even seen one being put on. She wasn't prepared for the pain. The needle constantly pricked her, not hard pain, not even constant pain. But pain enough. She raised her head, trying to see what The Witch was drawing. "You can not look until it is done." The Witch said. One of the women holding Barbara down reached over and pushed her head back onto the floor. Then she put her palm over Barbara's eyes. Barbara tried to feel what the drawing was by tracing it, but couldn't. She could feel the needle as it went from the center of her chest, up along one breast to the nipple, down the underside of the breast to the center of her chest and up the under side of her other breast. She couldn't help but tense every time The Witch paused, wondering if she had finished. But each time it was only a pause. She was able to tell at least when the outline was done and The Witch started to fill the drawing in. The pain was more constant. Barbara couldn't help but sigh in release when The Witch finished and got off of her. "Roll her over." The Witch said. Before she could do anything Barbara lifted up and forced onto her stomach. She had a few seconds of sight as the palm was taken away from her eyes. Again her legs and arms were pulled straight out. A cloth was put down under her chest to protect the first tattoo. Then someone put their hands over her eyes again. Barbara felt the woman settle herself into the small of her back. Even though she knew there was no way to get free Batgirl struggled. She twisted and wrenched her body, trying to get free. She pulled her head away from the hand over her eyes, getting a look at the ankles and feet of the women. But her captors simply waited until she had exhausted herself, then her eyes were covered once more. Barbara lay dejected, she hadn't even been able to free one hand. The Witch started to draw the tattoo onto her back. She started between the shoulder blades. Barbara shivered as the needle punched into and out of the skin, no more than an inch from her spinal cord. The woman went our from her spine over her shoulder blades. The Witch moved slowly, obviously with care and skill. Barbara lay there helpless as the line traced over her right shoulder blade. Then partly down her spine, then back up and around her left shoulder blade. Then it was filled in. Aside from her gasp and grunts of pain the tattoo was put on in complete silence. Neither The Witch nor her women made any sounds. It might have taken an hour, or more, Barbara had no way to tell. But she was relieved when the woman lifted herself from her back. "Let her see." The Witch ordered. Barbara was lifted up and taken over to a set of full length mirrors that had been angled so she could see both sides of herself. She tried to show no reaction, but in the mirror her face showed, if only for a moment, the horror she felt. On her chest was a bat. It was well drawn, almost a masterpiece. It's wingtips ended in little claws that hung on to each of her nipples. The wings flowed from the tops of her breast down the sides to the body, witch sat between and a little above them. It's legs and feet spread out, drawn so they looked to be digging into her flesh. The mouth was open and white, somewhat oversized fangs seemed to gleam in the torchlight. Large pointed ears reached to the hollow of her throat. Dark brown for the main body and head, lightening to a softer shade for the wings. Red eyes stared sightlessly. On her back was the back of the bat. Each wing reached from the tips of her shoulder blades to her spine. "I am not done yet." The Witch said. "Hold her down." In response the women pulled Barbara away from the mirror and forced her to her knees again. She wrenched and twisted, but they were ready for her. Barbara was forced to her knees and held fast. The Witch approached and reached for something behind Barbara's back. Some sort of mask slid over Barbara's head. It was loose at first, and she was taken by surprise when part it was pushed into her mouth. She struggled again, trying to pull away or even push the offending piece out with her tongue. But again, they were ready. It was maddening, she could take being chained, or tied with ropes, or even held by energy fields. But to be just held, it was wrong somehow. The mask was pulled tight against her face and she could feel it being secured. The mouthpiece was adjusted from the front. It spread apart, easing itself between her teeth. Barbara felt it with her tongue, it was stainless steal, chrome plated she thought. It tasted like a spoon. "Do not fight the mouth control." The Witch said. "Or you will break your own teeth." The mask covered her face completely, even her eyes were placed between two glass or plastic covers. She could see as well as before, and breathe and hear. Once the mask was in place The Witch adjusted something on the side of it. Barbara felt her mouth being forced open, then closed again. The Witch left it closed. "Let her see." Barbara was brought before the mirror again, but this time she didn't worry about showing emotion. On her head was a bat mask, not like hers. This one was practically a helmet. It was grotesque, with a snout, fangs and impossibly large ears. Sitting on top of her naked body the mask made Barbara look like a child's drawing of Batgirl. "Bring her." The Witch said after a few minutes. Barbara was picked up and brought over to the far side of the cave. Waiting there behind a curtain was a coffin, just her size. Beside it was a deep hole. "Prepare her." Two more women came and grabbed her legs, forcing them apart. Barbara couldn't see what was happening, but she felt it when her ass cheeks were forced apart and something was eased into her anus. She screamed through the gag and tried to twist away, but if anything she was more helpless than ever. Something else was eased into her urethrae. Then she was lifted up and placed into the coffin. Straps held her arms and legs down. Then more straps were wrapped around her legs, waist and neck. She felt the back of her mask click into something and it too was held in place. "I am going to bury you for a few days, perhaps a week or a month." The Witch said, appearing over her. She reached down and adjusted the gag control. Barbara's mouth was forced open and The Witch eased a tube into it. She stopped just past the tongue, making it impossible for Barbara to block it. "You will be fed through this tube, do not try to block it. Another tube will supply you with air." She reached over and pulled down the bottom lid of the coffin. The she reached for the top lid. "When I dig you up again, if I do, I may or may not ask you who Batman is. If I find out from some other source I will leave you in the ground." With that she closed the lid and Barbara's world went black. She felt the coffin being lifted, lowered. Then she heard the sound of dirt being thrown on it.
As soon as the coffin was lowered into the whole Lillith tore The Witch mask from her face. She gulped deep breaths of air, and used the sleeve of her costume to wipe her brow. "How do supervillains wear these things all day?" she wondered out loud. Around her the women were also taking their mask off, and wondering the same thing. Lillith walked over to the wall and pressed hard against it. There was a snapping sound and the wall gave way. Lillith stepped through the doorway and into a large open space that had been converted into a command center. Against the two by four and plasterboard that formed the walls of the "cave" a tall woman sat at an blue imac. Sally 12 was one of Lillith's medical Sallys. She had not been part of the assault unit so she was dressed in a demure blue dress with a white lab coat. "How is she Sally?" Lillith asked. "Her heart is slowing." Sally said, looking at the readout. "Her brain waves are calming as well. I think she's trying to enter a trance." "I thought she might." Lillith said. "Superheroines spend much time tied up, meditation would be a good way to pass the time." "You've studied them Mistress?" Sally asked. "With so many of them running around the city? How could I not?" In truth Lillith considered the hero's annoyances. Show off's who spent far too much time on individual problems instead of dealing with the world. She had done more with her Sallys to help society than they ever would. Not that she wanted glory, she refused to admit that. But some appreciation would be nice now and then. Far nicer than the senate investigations she had to put up with. "Allow her ten minutes of that trance." Lillith said. "Then use the sonic unit to disrupt it. After that give her an hour of random feedings." "Should I keep the drugs low?" "Definitely, we don't want her insane, just off balance. "Start with the hallucinogens and then go to the depressants and muscle relaxants. When we haul her out of there I want her to think a week has gone by at least." "The compound I mixed into the tattoo ink will help Mistress." Sally 12 said. "It speeds up the healing, it will take only hours, not days." "Good work Sally." Lillith said, putting an arm around her shoulders. Sally 12 purred at the compliment.
Barbara fought her pain with intellect. The tattoo was nothing, she could have it removed by laser surgery, and this was not the first time she had been unmasked. She would call Wonder Woman when she escaped, use the magic lasso to wipe their minds clean. But first she had to escape, and there was no way to do that buried in a coffin. She had to wait. Barbara took a deep breath and closed her eyes, reflecting as she did so that it was pitch dark anyway. Slowly she eased her mind into a semi-hypnotic state, repeating her mantra over and over again. Batgirl had been held captive before for long periods, she would bide her time and wait.
The buzzing didn't bother her at first. It was there, low level, almost beyond her hearing. But it grew. Like an alarm clock on a Monday morning it cracked her meditative state. Barbara tried to ignore it, but the buzzing would not be denied. Reluctantly she woke fully, only to find it was gone. Puzzled Barbara reached out with her hearing, but there was nothing. She sighed and started to meditate again. But a sudden rush of water into her mouth shattered the calm state of her mind. She swallowed instinctively. The water only lasted for a few moments. Then it stopped and she felt something else enter her mouth. Applesauce, from the taste of it. Barbara swallowed, knowing that blocking it, even if she could have wrestled her tongue over to the tube, was useless. Had she been down in the ground a day already? There was no way to tell, and that frightened her. The applesauce continued for a few minutes and Barbara found herself sucking on the tube. She stopped as soon as she realized it, feeling her face going red. Stop that, she thought to herself, your going to take this stuff because you need it, but don't encourage them. Barbara could imagine the women at the other end of the tube, laughing at the way the applesauce was greedily taken. In her mind she reviewed the battle, feeling humiliated at the way she had simply let them beat her. Then the bat tattoo on her chest seemed to move. A wave of panic rushed through Barbara and she squirmed. "Stop that." the bat said, sounding like Molly Monroe, Barbara's best friend until they were both ten years old and she moved away. "Sorry." Barbara said. "Your crushing my wings as it is." "I said I was sorry." Barbara said, a little peeved. "No you didn't, you can't say anything remember?" "Oh." "I can't either you know, I'm just a tattoo. They probably put something in the applesauce." "They must have." Barbara said. "You can't talk remember? Stop being so dense." I'm not dense, Barbara thought, it's the drug. "Yea right." the bat said, though she sounded less than satisfied. Barbara hoped it wouldn't be much trouble to get it off after this adventure was over. "Want to get rid of me that fast?" the bat asked, sounding wounded. "I take the trouble to talk to you, keep you company and you just want to get rid of me?" Your an hallucination, Barbara insisted. "So I don't have feelings?" You can't have feelings, your not real. "I have more feelings than that stupid bat on your costume." That's not a stupid bat. "It's not even a bat, it's a corny symbol." It's an honorable one, Barbara insisted. It's part of the concept of being Batgirl. "What concept, that you want guys to look at your chest?" I do not! "Then why wear a skin tight costume and have a glow in the dark emblem? You think guys are going to ignore it?" It's skin tight because I can move better, Barbara insisted. "Yea, and you wear black and red lace under it because you can get them cheap." the bat said with a laugh. "Shut up!" Barbara shouted, twisting her whole body. The bat shut up, and for a few minutes she felt relief, then loneliness. Then fear. "Bat?" she asked contrition and hope in her voice. She waited for the tattoo to respond.
"Well?" Lillith asked, coming up behind Sally 12. She was slightly irritated, the report on the battle had been worse than Lillith would have guessed. Sally's 5, 8, 9, 15, and 17 were going to be in the hospital for at least two months. Lillith didn't like it when people broke her dolls. Her first killing had been because her nanny had been careless and broken her first Sally doll. The woman didn't live long enough to apologize. Sally Prime had been the maids daughter. It did not take long after she had come to live with them (as part of the deal her father had made with the D.A.) that Lillith realized it was far more fun to play with dolls of flesh, than of china or plastic. Once the dolls had been properly trained. "I've simulated two weeks." Sally 12 said, not without pride. It had been nearly 7 hours since they had buried Batgirl. Lillith put her hand on the woman's shoulders and gave her a slight squeeze. Sally 12 smiled and then went on. "Sometimes letting her meditate, sometimes not. I've alternated clear applesauce with the hallucinogen, it's taken a toll on her mental activity. I've also mixed in a new laxative I've been working on. She's dropped a pound or two. For the last feeding I mixed in the depressant as well." "And the muscle relaxants?" "I've been giving her those all along. If we pull her out now she should be sullen and weak as a kitten."
Barbara had been arguing off and on with the Bat for what seemed like days. Sometimes it seemed natural, sometimes she couldn't imagine why she was doing it. After the last argument the Bat had simply stopped talking and a great depression had come over her. When Barbara fist heard the digging she almost didn't care. Even when the coffin lid was struck and she felt it being lifted out of the whole, it was all she could do to squirm slightly. The lid was opened and she saw the cave again. It seemed brighter this time. But a part of her guessed that her eyes were simply grateful for any light. The Witch stood a little away from the coffin, beside her were two of the women. They came forward and undid the straps, releasing her completely. Then they pulled her out. The tubes were pulled out of her, but she barely felt them anymore. Batgirl tried to push them away, to stand on her own, but failed. She fell to her knees, her limbs trembling with the effort even for that. "I will not ask you yet." The Witch said. Reaching over she turned the control and forced Batgirl's mouth shut. "Bring her. Her costume is not yet complete." Much as she tried to fight back Batgirl's arms and legs wouldn't respond. Like some x rated inflatable doll she was brought over to a table and laid on it. One of the women pulled Batgirl's arms over her head and held them there. The other held her legs. "Blind her." The Witch ordered, and covers were placed over Batgirl's eyes. The tattoos seemed to take longer this time. It was hard to tell, for Batgirl's sense of time had been lost. She was living in the moment, feeling the needle going in an out of her skin. The Witch did both ankles, going all the way around each. Each time she needed to get a better angle she ordered Batgirl flipped over. Each time she was flipped over Batgirl tried to struggle, only to be restrained with ease. With her ankles done The Witch traced something onto the tops of her feet. During all of it Barbara was consumed with an inward struggle. Again and again she tried to call on the resolve and spirit to fight back, and again and again it simply wasn't there. Barbara tried to tell herself they had drugged her, but a part of were wasn't sure. "Let her see." The Witch said. Batgirl's eyes were uncovered and she looked down. A bat had been drawn on the tops of her feet. Exact copies of the one on her chest, their wings drawn up and back to the bottoms of her ankles. Their feet reaching to her toes. Around each ankle was a chain of bats, linked wingtip to wingtip. "Bring her." The Witch said. Batgirl was lifted up, struggling feebly and brought over to the far side of the cave. There the women held her up while another woman stepped out of the shadows and began to strap a harness over her body. A single pole was strapped against her back, attached to her mask and holding her spine straight. Each of her wrist was attached to the pole as well. Transparent boots were put on her feet, covering the tattoos. Her legs were stretched apart and a pole was attached to each ankle, holding them. Something was pushed into her vagina and slowly it was spread open. Then multiple straps were placed all the way from her wrist to just past her knees. On each strap was a number of short rods jutting out. The effect was to make Batgirl look something like a pin cushion, or a store display for small packaged items. "It will be sun up soon." The Witch said. The bats will be back for a days rest, and it will be a chilly day. Since you like bats so much, you will provide them with a place to sleep and warmth." A cable was attached to the pole and Batgirl found herself rising toward the ceiling. The straps between her legs tightened with the assent as they took her weight. When she was a little lower then the other stalactites Batgirl stopped. She hung there, still helpless, her anger and frustration only now starting to grow. A mirror rose directly in front of her, giving her a look at herself. Barbara shuddered, trying to stop the tears before they came. She was a little thinner now, her muscles still slack no matter how much she tried to flex them. It was only a few minutes before the bats came. They all ignored the stalactites and flew directly to her. At first they settled on the rods, but as the rods grew full they settled on her mask, her breast, any part of her they could find. At last one of them found her open pussy. He/she crawled half way in and settled there, taking hold of her clitoris with his tiny claws. Barbara stiffened, the gag stifling her scream. As she stiffened the bat stirred, his wings fluttering against the sides of her pussy. Barbara felt her breast stiffen. Moisture started to collect between her legs. Desperately she fought the physical reaction of her body. With a great effort she forced her body to be calm and still. The bats settled down, even the one in her pussy. It was the beginning of a very long night for Batgirl. She didn't dare sleep, for if she did the physical stimulation would trigger an erotic dream. She would twitch in her sleep, causing the bats to stir, stimulating her even more. So for the rest of the night Barbara battled to stay awake. Every so often she would fail, and the dreams would come. Dark dreams of Barbara being chased though a dark field by a large man-bat. She would wake with a start, disturbing the bats. The cycle was repeated over and over again, until Barbara began to consider just giving in. She had masturbated before, what would be the difference? She knew what the difference would be of course. If she gave in The Witch would have a victory. She would be one step closer to breaking Batgirl. People were not broken quickly Barbara knew, it took time. Her spirit was in the castle of her body, and her body was under siege. She couldn't allow any victory, even the smallest. Barbara imagined herself as a princess in a castle, she saw the stone walls, talked to the handsome knights. Very handsome knights. She imagined them reading her poetry, the soft, gentle flirting of chivalrous times. A wild wedding, followed by a glorious honeymoon... Barbara woke with a start. She'd been dreaming again, and the twitching of her body had disturbed the bats. Clenching her eyes to keep the tears in, Batgirl forced herself to be calm once more.
"Is it ready?" Lillith asked, coming up the small slope. "It is Mistress." Sally 7 said, standing up. Standing up was virtually no different for bending down for Sally 7. At four feet eleven inches she was the smallest of Lillith's Sallys. A master mimic she could look ten or sixty as the situation demanded. Privately Lillith thought of her as her;'Asian doll'. Sally 7's pale skin and slanted eyes combined with her black hair did give her a doll like appearance. Lillith had found the girl in a Bangkok brothel and bought her for one hundred dollars American. She had intended Sally 7 to be a thief, but the girl was too clumsy. Instead she found Sally 7 had a way with animals, and allowed her to go to veterinary school. Now "Ming Lemanion" had a post at the Gotham Zoo and a romance with an up and coming city councilor. A councilor who was on Lillith's list. "Good." Lillith said, surveying the rise. You are sure of the species?" "Yes Mistress." Sally 7 said. It will sting, but not be lethal, and according to Sally 12 she is not allergic." "Good work." Lillith said, putting her hand on the girls shoulders and giving her a squeeze. "Come, we shall see how Batgirl is doing. I want her first night to end in five minutes." She turned and walked away, Sally 12 picked up a small whistle and followed her.
The bats stirred at the approach of sun set. Barbara couldn't see the sun, but she could feel them moving. She was beyond exhaustion, but the time between the first one leaving her and the last one crawling from her vagina pushed her even more. She couldn't help but sob in relief when they were gone. Her head slumped forward and she started to sleep.
From the floor Lillith watched as Batgirl's head slumped forward. "Let her sleep for a half hour." she told Sally 12. "Then have the bats return. Do this randomly for the next five hours." "Yes Mistress."
It was maybe the fourth or fifth night when Barbara cracked and gave into the demands of her body. She was too tired to mentally resist anymore, and when another bat tried to join the one already inside of her, it was too much. As they struggled for space the one already inside her squeezed her clitoris, while the one trying to get inside of her rubbed the walls of her pussy. Barbara started to twist in her harness, disturbing the bats on her breast who squeezed their claws harder to get a better grip. Barbara rocked back and forth, letting the combatants between her legs set the rhythm. She ignored the horror and revulsion with a great effort of will, forcing morality to the back of her mind. She was just approaching a climax when the bats started to leave her. It only took a few minutes and they were all gone. Barbara trembled in frustration for a few moments before passing out.
Her sleep was immediately interrupted by the lurch of her harness as it was lowered. Once on the ground the straps were taken off of her body and she was allowed to fall to the ground. One of the women eased the spreader from her pussy and Batgirl groaned. She lay there, her limbs long past listening to her brains commands to move. One of the women pushed Batgirl onto her back. The Witch bent down and unlocked her jaw. "Who is Batman?" she asked. Batgirl merely moaned as her head shook a feeble "no" to the question. "Bring her." The Witch said. The two woman picked Batgirl up by the arms and legs and followed The Witch. Batgirl looked around, her mind still seeking some way of escape. But all she saw was the top of the cave. They walked for a few minutes, then turned a corner and suddenly Batgirl could hear the ocean. She raised her head, and saw the sun just setting. Salt sea air filled her nostrils and a cool sea breeze flowed over her skin. It was the most relief she had experienced in days and for a moment she reveled in it. She was carried past the entrance and down to a cold dark chamber. Torches lit the place, showing a pool of black water surrounded by small rocks. Tiny, nameless things scuttled about the rocks. Then she was dropped onto the floor again. Her limbs were pulled into an X shape and secured once more. She was on an air mattress Batgirl realized. "Do you know what this is?" The Witch asked, holding up a jar. Inside the jar a small arachnid pressed against the glass. "A scorpion." Batgirl said. "Yes. A lethal species, very vicious when in danger." The air mattress was lifted and placed into the water. The Witch waded in and produced a tube, forcing it into Batgirl's mouth. Once it was in Batgirl's jaw was tightened to hold it in place. Then she took a small needle and pressed it into the air mattress. In the stillness of the chamber Batgirl could hear the air escaping. "As long as you keep the air mattress afloat you have nothing to worry about." The Witch said, pushing her a little more out into the water. "He will not sting, for he will have no reason." she upended the jar and the scorpion landed on Batgirl's stomach. She could feel the creature pause, uncertain. "But as you sink, he will panic, stinging out of desperation. When that happens you will have three minutes to tell me who Batman is." She turned and left, leaving Batgirl floating on the cold dark water.
Be calm, Barbara told herself, feeling the scorpion start to explore his new raft. It was a simple thing for her to do, simply breath in, then out. The leak was slow, even if she feel asleep the raft should stay afloat. "There is of course another danger." The Witch said, standing at the edge of the pool. "That is not water you float in, rather it is the same acid that dissolved your costume. The small puncture I made will grow." With that she settled herself on the cave floor and watched.
There was still no way for Barbara to tell time. She didn't really try anymore. For Barbara the world became her breathing, in and out. The scorpion ranged all over the raft, and all over her. Quick and deadly he ranged over her breast, managing to climb to the top of both at one time or another. He roamed up and down her legs, climbing to the tips of her toes, and then going down again. She even felt his claws poking at her vagina, and was grateful the pussy spreader had been taken out. As it was he rubbed the sides, apparently liking the taste of the fluid still there. As the leak grew larger Barbara tried to compensate by breathing harder, but it was only a matter of time she knew. The mattress grew less solid beneath her, the acid began to rise, she could feel it bite her skin. The scorpion grew more agitated, running to and fro. Barbara felt sorry for the arachnid. The thought crossed her mind that they were both doomed. As the air mattress grew less solid Barbara was able to move her arms and legs. She began to kick, very softly, swimming her way toward the edge of the pool. The closer she got the more the acid rose about her. But the scorpion seemed to know what she was doing and stayed still, huddling between her breast. Barbara reached the edge of the pool and pulled herself out of the acid, using both arms almost like she was doing the backstroke. When she was half in/half out of the water the scorpion crawled off of her body and onto the sand. The Witch, who had been watching during the entire time, put him back in the jar. "I think you can rest for a time." she said. Batgirl was way ahead of her. "Is the next step ready?" Lillith asked, pulling The Witches mask off of her face. "Yes Mistress." Sally Prime said. "Begin." Sally Prime untied Batgirl from the raft and with Sally 12 carried her over to a table. They laid the unconscious woman on her stomach and Sally 12 picked up a hypodermic needle. "This will keep her out for an hour," Sally 12 said, plunging it into Batgirl's unprotected rear. "and she will not have pleasant dreams." "They'll be better than what will happen when she wakes up." Sally Prime said, picking up a pair of scissors.
light. It burned her eyes, even though they were closed. Barbara woke up feeling as if she had never slept. Instead she had wandered through the paths of hell, fought countless battles and lost all of them. It was becoming hard to remember any of her victories. She was still bound, but this time differently. Her arms were pasted to her sides, held there by tight straps. Even her fingers were encased in plastic tubes that held them immobile. Her legs were held together by ropes at her knees and ankles, and they were all held to the ground with iron stakes. Her mask was gone, that surprised Barbara. Until she realized the mask wasn't the only thing that was gone. She didn't need to see the mirrors placed before her eyes to see part of her head had been shaved. The front part of her hair was gone, and in it's place was another tattoo. This one was of a she-bat. She sat on Barbara's head in a crouch, wings spread, arms and legs bent as if ready to spring. She was naked, her breast mirroring the shape and style of Barbara's own, right down to the scarlet colored aureole. Her face was Batgirl's, in her own mask, but her teeth were fangs. "You are good with arachnids." The Witch said, bending over her. "I will now see how good you are with insects as well." Taking a handful of something she poured it between Batgirl's breast and down her stomach to her belly button. The captive squirmed, not knowing what it was. "Sugar." The Witch said. Then she stepped back into the shadows. It didn't take long for the ants to come. Batgirl could see them in the mirror. Red, large and savage. First one crawled onto her body, put his antenna to the sugar and then hurried off. Batgirl squirmed, knowing what was coming. She didn't recognize the species, it was a little larger than the American ants she was used too. She felt the first group before she saw them. They marched across her legs in a line. Soon her stomach and chest were covered by a red hoard. They took the sugar with all the determination of a barbarian hoard sacking a village. Batgirl lay helpless, but still writhed and squirmed as they roamed over her body. A few of them tangled themselves into the hair between her legs, and had a devil of a time getting out. They roamed her face and she had to shake it to get them off. When the sugar was gone they didn't stop. Instead they started to bite her. A crowd of them were gathered at her belly button and were determinedly tearing at her flesh. It seemed to take hours before their efforts bore fruit. Batgirl tasted blood in her mouth, and saw a few ants labor off with small bits of her. "They could take days to really hurt you." The Witch said, stepping forward and bending over her. "I could stop them if you wish." "I won't tell." Batgirl said, her voice was still defiant, but dry and raspy. "You've already started." The Witch said, brushing and ant from Batgirl's face. "No!" Batgirl gasped. "While we were working on the latest addition to your mask." The Witch said. "You were so afraid to loose all of your hair, so we bargained. One letter from his first name." "No!" Batgirl said again, but inwardly Barbara wondered. Her memory was foggy, filled with pain and nightmares, and it didn't seem likely that they would give her another tattoo without keeping her awake for it. "One letter." The Witch said. "B." Barbara gasped in shock, her mind reeling. She had told! "And now another letter will save you from this." The Witch offered. She put her hand over Batgirl's stomach. In it was a palmfull of sugar. "Once I drop this, well they won't stop." Slowly she started to tilt her hand. Batgirl watched it in horror, imagining the frenzy that would erupt when the sugar hit the ants. They had already made her bleed, she could see them tearing at the edges of her belly button, trying to open her body. "A vowel will do." The Witch said, letting her hand drop lower. "E!" Batgirl screeched, tears running from her eyes. Slowly The Witch took the sugar away and dusted her hands off. Then she took a small hose and washed away the ants. "Tend to her wounds." she ordered, stepping up and away from the heroine. Two of the women untied Batgirl and picked her up, carrying her over to a table. The exhausted, sobbing heroine didn't put up any resistance.
Lillith took the mask off and sat down, taking the coffee Sally Prime offered her. "Magnificent Mistress." Sally said. "I was sure she would not break." "She's not." Lillith said, sipping the coffee. "She's bending. It was a wild guess Sally. "B" is common in many names, but if I had guessed wrong, this game would have ended." "But you guessed right." Sally said. "And now we know more than any of his foes." "But we don't know enough." Lillith said. "It is time for "change up" as they say in baseball."
Barbara woke to a suddenly unfamiliar sensation. She was lying on sheets, on a soft surface. Her arms and legs were not bound, not even held. The air was warm and dry. Even as she was feeling her way through her surroundings a feeling of despair settled on her. She had told them. Not much, but still she had told them. Barbara tried to get angry at herself, at The Witch, at the world, but the anger wouldn't come. Only despair. Batgirl opened her eyes, and looked around. She was on a large round bed, in some sort of tent. The tent was softly lit, with many candles throwing indistinct shadows on the multicolored fabric wall. Five women came into the tent, each wearing a genie costume. Flowing pantaloons with different colored halter tops. Each wore their normal, faceless mask. Even as Batgirl tried to sit up the women surrounded her, each taking and arm or leg and forcing her back down. Batgirl strove with as much strength as she had, but the women had no trouble. Her arms were pulled over her head and her legs forced apart. The Witch came in, her costume had not changed, followed by two woman, a tall one and a shorter one. The tall one was dressed in a Wonder Woman costume, though she still wore a faceless mask. The shorter one was dressed in a replica of Barbara's own Batgirl costume. "Wonder Woman" moved to the side of the bed, while "Batgirl" moved down to her feet. Each of them took out a long feather and began to tickle her. After everything she had been through Barbara never thought she'd laugh again. But this wasn't real laughter. This wasn't the laughter caused by a joke, or a even by a playful cuddle with a boyfriend. This was laughter leached out of her body by sheer physical suffering. Batgirl squirmed. She twisted. She nearly pulled her arms and legs out of her sockets, but still the tickling went on. They would slow at times to let her get her breath back, but then it would start fresh. The bottoms of her feet, under her arms, across her stomach... all suffered the harsh softness of the feathers touch. Her laughter ranged from giggling to a full throated scream and finally to a dry cackle. At that point they stopped and The Witch poured a glass of wine down her throat. Then it would start again. By the thirtieth glass of wine Batgirl was drunk, but still sensitive enough to keep laughing. Pain she would have grown numb to by now, but tickling seemed endless. At last The Witch leaned over her, waving the feathers back with a gesture. "I would like another letter." she said. "No!" Batgirl gasped out, her mouth dry once more. The Witch poured another glass of wine into her mouth. Batgirl swallowed it gratefully. Then The Witch did something that completely shocked the superheroine. Her hand traced down to Batgirl's vagina and pressed down. The fingers penetrated for a moment before pulling back. Batgirl tried to lunge up, but was easily held. The Witch stepped back, and the feathers started toward the helpless heroine once more. But this time only "Wonder Woman" held a feather. "Batgirl" held a long dildo. Barbara could only stare in horror as the feather and the dildo came toward her. The feather reached her first, running up and down her side, dragging the laughter from her. Moments later the vibrator was eased into her. Then it was turned on. Barbara's cries filled the tent as the wine, the tickling and the vibrator pulled her bodies sexual needs to the forefront of her mind. She wished desperately for chains, or ropes. To be simply held like this, by other women at that, it was too humiliating. The Witch joined in, massaging and kneading Batgirl's breast. Together the three women formed an erotic web, with Batgirl at the center. They brought her to the brink of a climax, then pulled back. By the tenth time they brought her to the edge of an orgasm Barbara felt insanity beckoning her. "Another letter." The Witch demanded. "R! Rarggghhh!" Barbara cried, the cry turning into a growl as they let her come.
Sally 14 was a juggernaut. A hyperkenetic bundle of 4 feet 5 inches of red headed energy. Lillith had pulled her out a freak show in Thailand. There the girl had been known as: "The Amazing Mandy", a fortune teller. Lillith had been able to see that what other people thought of was psychic ability, was in fact a highly advanced mind with a photographic memory. What Sally 14 saw, she remembered and understood. She was the perfect computer Sally, and she was proving it. She sat surrounded by three imacs, all linked to a giant tv screen. Three men appeared on the screen. "Brent Shoefield." Sally 14 said, as usual talking very fast without taking a breath, "heir to the Arline Silver fortune, he was burned as child and is a recluse in his mansion in outer Gotham. Brendan Shanahan runs Intelligent Industries, they make kids games and Bruce Wayne, Wayne Industries, he's a playboy, they could all be Batman." Lillith paused a moment, sorting out Sally 14's words. "I'm going to run a check on their past and see if they have any reason to be Batman." Sally said, her hands flying over the computer keyboards. "No." Lillith said, putting a hand on Sally's shoulders. "No?" Sally asked, sounding for all the world like a child who couldn't go on a fairground ride because she was too small. "Sally." Lillith said, bending down she turned the girls chair so they were face to face. Then she held Sally's hands in hers. "This is a superhero. He will have safeguards for this sort of search. He will track it back to us." "No he won't." Sally said, sulking a little. "I can match any system he has." "Sally." Lillith smiled. "I have given you as much training as a woman five times your age. But only in Earthly computer systems. When you tangle with Batman you are facing the Justice League. They have a base on the moon, they have aliens in their roster. The Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern. Their equipment is years ahead of ours." "Oh." Sally 14 said, understanding. "But it's really important to you." "I'll get it another way." Lillith said, standing up. She bent down and kissed the girls forehead. "You've done your part for now. Go and have some fun." Sally turned back to her keyboard and Lillith walked back to the door that led to the cave. A smile lit her face. Sometimes it was impossible to tell which of her dolls was the cutest, but Sally 14 was definitely in the running. Opening the door she stepped into the cave and walked over to the table where Batgirl slept. She was not sleeping peacefully. Sally 12's drugs were making sure of that. Sally 12 herself was just finishing piercing the heroines right breast as Lillith walked up to them. "How is she?" "Near exhaustion Mistress." Sally 12 said, fitting the gold Bat shaped nipple rings into Batgirl's breast. The compound I've used has healed the piercing. I think we can make her believe that she has been asleep for two days rather than three hours. I have also shaved her as you instructed." "Good." Lillith looked at the helpless heroine. "The spider is ready." In her sleep Batgirl's body twitched and little moans escaped her lips. Lillith glanced at the bare patch between her legs. "Time is running low for us, and for her. I need one more letter, just one." She sat down and Sally 12 handed her the tattoo needle. "Mistress." Sally 12 asked. "Yes." Lillith said, starting the outline of her latest drawing. "She is very close the breaking point, her sanity I mean. The drugs I've used, the things we've done to her... if we push to hard during the next session she may go mad before she tells us." "There is that danger." Lillith said. "However I..." "Mistress!" Sally Prime shouted, running over to them. In her hand she clutched a newspaper. Without a word she handed it to Lillith. Lillith put down the needle and took the paper. When she read the headline all the blood drained from her face.
"INTERGANG SMASHED!" "Batman and Superman Expose Leaders of Crime Syndicate"
"Damn." Lillith said softly. "After all this..." She let the paper unfold, wanting to read the rest of the article. But on the bottom of the page another story caught her eye.
"Cobra Cured!" "New drug responsible for recovery."
"Incredible." she said, pulling out her cell phone. After a brief conversation she walked over and sat down next to Batgirl's sleeping body. "It is rare to have defeat and victory handed to you a the same time. The money has been found, the company safe." "But what of her?" Sally 12 asked. They all looked at Batgirl, still mumbling and tossing in her sleep. "What of her." Lillith repeated, thoughtfully. "We can not just release her, she is not broken yet to the point where she would not pursue us. It would also be well to know Batman's real name." "But if we find out his real name won't that make him come for us as well?" Sally Prime asked. "You are right Sally." Lillith said, standing up. "If Intergang still existed Batman would not be a problem, but without it... We have covered our tracks well, but against superheros...." Lillith trailed off and was silent for a moment. "We could... kill her." Sally Prime suggested, her voice low and uncertain. "No." Lillith said. "We do not kill Sally, at least not unless there is no other choice. Besides, to kill a superheroine is the same as assassinating a president. Only the very, very powerful get away with it." "She doesn't know us." Sally 12 said. "We could let her go." "She would find us." Lillith said. "Superheroines are more than relentless Sally. She has access to time travel, she could be watching us right now." The Sallys looked around, suddenly finding their own fears in the shadows. "We must make her believe," Lillith said, standing up and looking around, not seeing the cave, but seeing a plot evolve within her own mind, "that we have already been taken care of. Dealt with somehow." Suddenly she turned and walked back to Batgirl. Sitting down she picked up the tattoo needle. "Sally Prime, get Sally 14." Without a word Sally moved, running across the cave. In less than two minutes she was back, dragging the smaller Sally with her. Lillith turned away from her drawing. "Sally, I need something very special from you."
Batgirl awoke feeling tired, sore and frightened. She was still in the cave. She was sitting up, braced against a hard rock. Her arms had been drawn painfully behind her, her legs pulled apart. Barbara opened her eyes and gasped as she saw herself in the mirror. Her nipples had been pierced. From each hung a gold, bat shaped adornment. For a few moments Barbara wasn't sure what to call them. Nipple rings? But no, they were more like earrings. How long had she been out this time? Piercing took weeks to heal. Her eyes moved down her body, resting on her pussy. Barbara swallowed, chocking back a sob. She had been shaved. What had been a somewhat unkept stripe of black hair was bald now. In it's place was a tattoo of a witch's castle. From the bottom of her pussy to the top it loomed, managing to look dark and threatening. Black stone and gray mortar. Twin towers rose to where the waistband of her underwear would normally sit. Upon each tower a witch stood. The one on the left held a wand, the one on the right a cage with a small Batgirl inside of it. Square merlons ran across the wall separating the towers. Two smaller witches with swords stood guard on the wall. The rest of the wall was a solid collection of square stones. The gate of the castle was a wooden door rounded at the top, the top matching the top of her slit. Black metal claws formed it's hinges, showing up nicely on deep brown wood. The center of the door was her pussy lips. The colors were brilliant, the artistry breathtaking. Heartbreaking. "It has been a long and painful ordeal for you." The Witch said, taking the mirror away. "You have given me bits and pieces, but not enough." "Bits and pieces?" Batgirl asked, amazed to find how clear her voice was. "A few letters, the color of his hair." she laughed. "His shoe size." she bent down and eased a spreader into Batgirl's vagina, opening the doors to the castle. "You have been very creative. But it ends now." The tone of her voice was one of finality, and Batgirl felt herself begin to tremble. "I won't tell." she said. "This might convince you." The Witch said, holding up a glass jar. In the jar was a large, black furry spider. "This species of spider lives in damp caves, so your womb will be quite comfortable for her. And her children." With the strength of the hopeless Batgirl began to pull at the ropes that bound her. "She won't be in you all the time of course, she'll leave and hunt, and bring the dead prey back. For the first few weeks her children will need to eat." Batgirl froze in horror as her mind filled with the vision the woman was building. She shook her head in a silent; "no" as The Witch brought the jar down to the floor of the cave. "A name will stop this." The Witch said. She slowly began to unscrew the top of the jar. Barbara was on the edge of a cliff and ready to jump. She watched as the lid of the jar was turned. Her fear growing as the metal scraped on the glass. "Stop!" Barbara had thought herself beyond surprise or shock. She was wrong. She and The Witch both looked up to see a dragon standing in the cave. He was twenty feet long, with gold scales and deep green eyes. Wings were held to his serpentine body, and sharp white teeth gleamed in his mouth. "Get out of here." The Witch ordered. "You have no jurisdiction." "I do now Esmerelda." the dragon said, taking a step toward them. The dragons voice was female, with just a hint of a British accent. "You took this human against her will, that is against our law." "She was unconscious." Esmerelda snapped, getting up. She tore of The Witches mask to reveal a horribly scared and burned face. "You made her so." the dragon countered. "The council has made it's decision. Your abduction was illegal, she'll have to go back." "NO!" Esmerelda screamed, pulling a strange looking gun from her robes. The dragon opened her mouth and a torrent of flame shot forth and enveloped Esmerelda. She screamed and ran deeper into the cave, her flames soon lost within the shadows. The dragon watched her go with a gleam of pleasure in her draconian eyes. "I've been wanting to do that again for ages." "Who are you?" Batgirl asked, her mind getting a little fuzzy. "I'm the law in this dimension." the dragon said. "Esmerelda is one of our trouble makers, she likes to abduct mortals such as you. But I think that's the last I'll see of her." "But..." "No buts." the Dragon said, taking a step toward her. "Time to get you back to your dimension. As I always say..." What ever he said was lost to Batgirl as darkness claimed her.
"You were wonderful!" Lillith said, hugging Sally 14. "The hologram was so convincing I almost believed it myself." "I've always wanted to work with holograms." Sally 14 said. "It was fun Mistress." "I think she believed it Mistress." Sally Prime said. "I think she did as well Sally." Lillith said, pulling the burn scared makeup away from her face. "Superheroines are used to last minute rescues, and the fact that she did not tell us Batman's real name will salve her ego. Give her a few weeks, a few months and she'll be back fighting her foolish fight." "But she won't be looking for us Mistress." Sally Prime said. "Let us hope not." Lillith said. "It's almost midnight Sally. Take her and drop her in Gotham Park, somewhere out of sight. She can get home on her own." "Should I give her a robe or a blanket Mistress?" "No. Anything we give her could be traced back to us, should she ever try. It'll be dark, she can get home I'm sure." "Yes Mistress."
Barbara woke up in Gotham Park just before dawn. Her muscles ached, but she moved quickly and made it back to her apartment, the night air raising goose bumps on her body. Once there she made it into bed and collapsed. When she woke Barbara tried to sort the whole thing out in her mind. She went to the bathroom and examined herself in the mirror. The tattoos were there, as were the wholes in her nipples. She'd lost so much weight her ribs showed. But the clock on her computer read the date as only a week since she'd been taken. It had to have been more than a week, Barbara thought as she soaked in a warm bath. But her memories were sketchy, full of pain and shame. She had come so close to breaking, so very close. But one memory she had was of The Witch, of Esmerelda, burning as she fled. The memory brought a smile to Barbara's face. She leaned back into the water and let her mind wander. Tomorrow she would talk to Diana. Wonder Woman had been through many more dimensional adventures than Batgirl, she might know who Esmerelda was. She would also hopefully be able to help with the tattoos, and with the shame Barbara felt about almost breaking. But for now there was only the warm water and the peace true sleep offered.
End.