Commissioner Gordon stared at the box on his desk. Nobody should have been able to get in here, but someone had. And now there was a box on his desk telling him to get Batgirl to this box by 8 o'clock p.m. Even worse, it was 6:30 p.m., and he had no idea how to contact her.
"Yeesh Commish. We got another crazy one? I'll have to get a new set of brass knuckles this year for my birthday."
"I know what you mean, Bullock. We get a new crazy in town every week it seems. And all of them seem to be after Batgirl. What is going on? At least they haven't gone after Barbara. She'd probably go into a coma if I told her of even half the stuff that happens to Batgirl."
"Hi Daddy, what's happening? Is that for me?" asked Barbara Gordon as she walked towards her father's office. She had managed to sneak past the people in the outer office, and enjoyed being able to sneak up to Detective Bullock.
"Wha- how- how did you get here Barb? Get back. That package could be a bomb. Even worse, it says on the top that Batgirl better get here by 8 p.m. Nothing else, but we don't want to take any chances." Commissioner Gordon had no idea how his daughter had managed to get up here without him hearing her, or anyone else in the building phoning ahead and telling him. "Okay Daddy. I'll run home now." Barbara said as she left the room. Inside her head, she was planning to change into her Batgirl costume and return. She would find out who sent that package, and deal with whoever it was.
"Yeesh. She might be able to give me a few lessons on sneaking up on people." Detective Bullock muttered. He had been startled when she had suddenly spoken, but had been able to hide it. "I hope she's okay walking home. It's like criminals are a dime a dozen and someone cashed in a fifty these days. Yeesh. At least she was able to hand in the Joker a couple days ago. Man, I still laugh when I think of that."
Commissioner Gordon smiled. He had been among most of Gotham worried about Batgirl when the Joker had captured her and was using her own sex drive to unmask her. Fortunately, when her mask had been about to come off, all of the lights had gone out. Next it was static as the signal suddenly went off the air, setting all their work at tracing the signal to zero. However, when the signal had started again, there was Joker, in Batgirl's place, getting reamed by his own dildo. At least Batgirl had covered up his rear end so it was decent to broadcast. However, the new outfit that she was wearing when the signal came back on was best described as "skimpy". He thought that the only thing more revealing than her new outfit would be a G-string. Still, it had taken the signal technicians in three cities, working with the network people, over four hours to locate the broadcast booth. Joker still wasn't walking normal. He seemed to have a fear of Batgirl as well, and anything that Joker was afraid of was good in his book.
As Batgirl returned to her room, she looked over her shoulder at Charlie, her parrot.
"Can't play tonight Charlie, Momma's gotta work."
"Awk."
Batgirl turned to her bedroom, and pressed the secret catch under her makeup table. The table and a section of the floor turned, and she was in her hideout. She marched over to her Batgirl closet, and started to dress. First was a body-batsuit that was a deep purple and showed of all her curves in complete detail. Next were the new pumps she had gotten. In addition to having several useful tools in secret compartments, the pumps' heels could be knocked off on sideways pressure. This allowed her to use her feet to kick and deliver a full blow on an opponent's skin the size of a dime, while giving her the option to discard the heels to make walking and running easier. Her gloves were next, with the metal rods along the outside to allow her to parry various boards and clubs using her arms. The gloves were thin though, so she still had her full sense of touch, without leaving any fingerprints behind. Her mask was next, going over head, with a detachable wig in the back, courtesy of all those times some two-bit hood had grabbed her hair and been able to beat her. This time if someone grabbed her wig, it would simply come off in their hand, and she would kick that person - hard. The final part was her cape. Specially designed to resist heat, and absorb impact, the cape allowed her a little more freedom in her actions. She could whirl the cape in front of her, and it would literally stop bullets. Not instantly, as the cape simply flew back from their impact, but it would slow bullets down quickly.
Fully dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was a goddess, equipped in beauty and power, going out to challenge the forces of night for dominance of this city.
"Hello Commissioner. I understand there is a package for me here." Said Batgirl as she strode into the room. "Batgirl, thank goodness you're here. Someone has stuck this box here, and wants you here by 8 p.m. Nothing else is said on the envelope. Batgirl went over to the box. It appeared to be a simple cardboard box, but tapping on the sides revealed that the inside had been reinforced by a heavier material. It wasn't all that hard, so it must be lead. A thin lead shielding had been put on the inside to prevent X-ray scanning of the box. Clever.
The top was secured with simple strapping tape. In the middle was a plain envelope with her name on it. Batgirl slowly opened the envelope, and took out the card inside.
Open the box, and put on the headset.
"Commisioner, you better get everybody out of this room. I don't know what's in here, but if it explodes . . "
"You're right Batgirl. Want me to leave my phone in speaker mode so you can communicate with us?
"That would be a good idea."
Batgirl heard her father yelling to the other cops to clear the area. After they had started moving, he dialed his phone, setting it to an office the next floor down, explaining the situation, and leaving it on speaker mode. Once that was done, he left the office too. Batgirl took her knife and carefully slit the tape holding it closed, keeping a running commentary going so that the police would know what was going on. She carefully looked at the edges as she lifted the flaps, looking for tripwires that would alert the package's sensors that someone was opening it. Nothing so far. She folded down the flaps so she could see inside.
Inside was a headset, placed on a piece of cardboard. Since the box was two feet tall, and the piece of cardboard was six inches from the top, there was obviously something else inside.
The headset appeared to be composed of a plastic box, an earpiece, an adjustable microphone, and a clear piece of plastic attached to some sort of frame with wires running from the plastic to the box. On the box there appeared to be several buttons, a small joystick in the back, and a lens in the front.
Batgirl put the headset onto her right ear, and adjusted the headpiece so it went over her head and fit snugly.
"Okay wise guy, now what?"
<adjust the microphone so it is 1/8 of an inch in front of your mouth.>
"What the-" Batgirl said in shock as the voice came from the headset.
"Okay, okay, how's this?" Batgirl said through her teeth as she adjusted the microphone so that it was the proper distance in front of her mouth.
<better. now adjust the clear screen so it is in front of your right eye.>
Batgirl reached up with her right hand, and adjusted the eyepiece, while telling her father and the other police what was going on.
Suddenly, the clear eyepiece blinked to life. It was a miniature computer screen! It activated itself, and started writing words across the top. A cursor appeared on it, while a bulls-eye appeared in front of her eye. When she moved her eye to see around the bulls-eye, it moved with her line of sight. She looked around the room, and watched with slowly growing excitement as the screen picked out all of the weapons in her father's office, highlighting their position, direction, and how much ammo was in each. She tried to look closer at one of them, and the screen suddenly became solid, preventing her from seeing through it. Not only that, but it was also now looking from a slightly different point of viw. However, the image was now zooming in on the .357 in her father's top drawer. She heard a whirring sound beside her head, and realized that the image on the screen was now being displayed from what the small lens saw, instead of her eyes.
<excellent. now remove the cardboard currently on top.>
Batgirl reached into the box, and removed the piece of cardboard. Below it was a virtual mess of shredded newspaper.
Pleased with the headset so far, Batgirl reached into the paper and- SNIK!
"What the hell! What is this?" Batgirl yelled as she instinctively pulled her arm out, only to find what felt like a 20 pound weight attached to her right forearm. She applied more strength, and pulled out her arm, to which a 4 inch wide metal cuff had wrapped itself around her wrist. The rest of it was attached to a one inch wide metal rope, that was attached to a bulge on the side of some metal box. There were a total of four bulges on it, two on opposite sides of the box. The box was roughly 12 inches wide by 18 inches tall by 4 inches thick, and the bulges were on the 4x18 side.
"What the! Hey, what do you think you're doing?
<fifty-five. fifty-four. fifty-three.>
"Okay, okay, I'm going." Batgirl looked around for a moment, then set her eyes on the window in her dad's office. Thank goodness it was already open. She climbed out the window, and fired one of her Bat-grapnels towards the roof. She followed it up, and swung herself up.
<excellent. hold still.>
Three more cuffs shot out from the bulges, and attached themselves to her ankles and her left wrist. The box sent out three metallic straps suddenly. One shot around her andwrapped around her waist. The other two shot over, and wrapped around her shoulders. Using the straps as leverage, the box positioned itself so it was in the same location as a backpack. Metal seemed to flow as the edges rounded, preventing any chance of cuts from the box.
"Hey! You'd better have a good doctor standing by, 'cause when I find you-"
<silence. there is a crime occuring at the pawn shop on third avenue and wilshire boulevard. You are a form of dark knight, so go there and end the threat to your pawn shop.>
"Excuse me! Who made you boss over me. I don't care what reason you might have, but I-"
A metal rod shot out the bottom of the box, and swung upwards until it was resting on her vagina. A slow vibration started, and in spite of her predicament, Batgirl started to moisten. "Ooo-, aaaa, what are you doing? Okay, okay, I'll go. Now turn that off."
<no. this is how i plan on encouraging you to follow my little path this night. whenever you disobey one of my commands, another little modification will occur.>
Batgirl swung over the roof, on her way to the pawn shop, easily ignoring the vibration between her legs. As long as she was focused on the job at hand, she could ignore it. But if her concentration lapsed while she was swinging from roof to roof-
Batgirl swung into a position overlooking the pawnshop. She tried to peer through the windows from her vantage point, but the angle and the glare from the streetlights made it hard for her to see inside. Suddenly the screen took over. The glare vanished, and Batgirl could see far better than before. This little thing has low-light mode! Batgirl realized.
<enjoy the view?>
"Nice little gizmo, but the accesory needs to go away." Batgirl replied.
<nice try. now, press both buttons on the box at the same time.>
"And if I don't?"
The buzzing between her legs grew more insistent.
"Okay, okay. I'm doing it!"
She reached up and pressed both buttons. Suddenly, the screen changed. The two people inside the pawn shop were suddenly standing out from their background, and their bodies were in shades of color. Infrared, Batgirl realized! This little headset could be useful; as long as she could control it, and not the other way around.
<now, take care of them.>
Batgirl swung into action, every inch of her propelling her towards the two crooks in the pawnshop. She spotted the vent on the roof where the two thieves had gone in earlier, and decided to follow them. She climbed through the vent, and started to follow it through.
About one foot from the opening though, the screen flashed a crosshairs on something. Batgirl looked closer at the item that was highlighted, and saw that a small infrared motion sensor had been placed there to warn the thieves inside whether anyone had followed them.
<like the scanner?>
Batgirl hummed in reply, as she carefully kept her body out of the motion sensor's field area. She dropped out of the vent shaft onto the floor of the pawnshop, with no more noise than a shadow would make. A miniature floor plan appeared on the screen, with a Bat symbol in the center, with two target symbols further to the right. Batgirl turned her head to the right, and the miniature map rotated counterclockwise in response. It was a tactical map! She could instantly orient herself with respect to her location, and instantly pinpoint any attackers. Now the two crooks were in front of her. Their infrared signatures burned sharp and clear, and Batgirl smiled a predator's smile as she reached for a Batarang. A quick flip of her wrist, and one crook was down for the count.
"Hey Frank, wha- what was that? Hey, Frank are you there?" Said the other crook, in steadily growing fear. He had insisted on leaving the sensor behind to alert them to any do-gooders dropping in, but there had been no alert. He hoped Frank wasn't pulling any of his practical jokes. There was a time and place for his jokes, and this was definitely not the time or place.
Wait a minute! There was shadow moving across the room. Batgirl! How did she get past the sensor? He quickly moved to the side, hoping to get beside her and attack from ambush. What the!! She was reacting as he moved! It was as though she could see him! Oh crud, he though. Time to make an exit. He started edging towards the glass at the front of the store. He figured he would break the glass, and run as fast as he could.
Batgirl saw him move, and decided to act. She moved swiftly to within range to give him a good kick, but noticed him moving towards the front window. CRASH! The crook flung a T.V. through the window and started running as fast as his legs could carry him. She ran towards the window, and fired one of her grapnels at the streetlight above the road near her location so she wouldn't be picking glass splinters out of her outfit. She swung up and over, landing five feet from the glass shards. She landed on her feet, and grabbed her second Batarang. A quick flip of her wrist, and the second crook was out cold. She quickly tied them up, then waited on a nearby roof for Gotham's finest to pick them up.
"Hold it buster. Although I appreciate your warning me of the robbery in progress, how do I know you're not simply leading me around town to distract me from your real heist?"
<you don't. what you do know however, is that the lens on your headset is capable of a variety of functions, and the backpack is there to convince you to follow this course as fast as possible. speaking of backpack, this should encourage you to continue. The vibration between her legs went away, and Batgirl breathed a sigh of relief. The vibration had started getting to her, and she was glad for the stop. Suddenly, she heard a humming sound between her legs, and she felt a breeze on her lips. Her crotch had been cut away! She was exposed to the world!
"Oooooph. When I get my hands on you I'm gonna rip you apart!" Batgirl yelled as she ran towards the roof edge to get started on the next part of the assignment."
<better. be careful. only one of them is actually working on the explosives. the other two are acting as lookouts. i recommend following this course to get as close as possible without being seen.>
A map highlighted itself on her screen, and Batgirl changed her course to follow it. She wasn't sure this was a trap, but so far the only threats she had observed had been her own anger and the crooks. When the little screen showed her something, it was always to help her.
She found herself following a low rise near the construction site in order to stay out of sight. Now all she had to do was actually spot one of the lookouts so she could take him out. "Now how do I find them?" Batgirl mused.
<take off the headset, pan it around the construction site, then put it back on. The lens will store a record of what was seen.>
"Not bad." Batgirl said, as she took off the headset and panned it around the construction site. When she put it back on, there were three new buttons at the bottom of the screen. There appeared to be a play button, a rewind button, and an "away" button. "An away button"?
"Nice. How do I press the buttons with my eyes?"
Batgirl leaned back and played the video. There appeared to be one person high up on the scaffolding acting as a high lookout, another person roaming around, and the infrared signature in the explosives shed told her where the explosives expert was.
Batgirl looked out again with the headset on, and was able to watch as both the high sentry and the roaming person. When they both looked away, she sprinted towards a new hiding spot. Looking quickly again, she was able to get another twenty feet closer to the roaming person. However, he was moving away.
"Now how do I get him to come back this way?"
"Excuse me! You are going to need an ambulance when I find you."
<-assuming you have any.>
"Let me correct that. You'll need a friggin hearse."
"Finally. A decent suggestion."
Batgirl selected a small rock, and flung it so that it hit the steel beam to the guy's right. With the ripped crotch in her outfit, Batgirl didn't plan on letting him get his hands on her.
He moved carefully towards the sound, not noticing the shadow slipping behind him. Batgril moved up, getting ready for a head kick to take him out when-
CRACK.
"Hey, what the-" came from above her.
She immediately kicked as hard as she could at the guy in front of her, knocking him into the steel I-beam. With the blow from bhind and the blow in front, he went out like a light.
She heard a whirring noise behind her,and saw the up-top lookout dropping down a rope to attack her quickly. She immediately turned to engage him, and got into her fighting stance.
He hit the ground, grabbed a metal rod near him, and ran towards Batgirl. Batgirl swore; her metal gauntlets would protect her from normal stuff swung, but the metal rod he was carrying could be flipped back easily, giving him a speed advantage, not to mention his range advantage. She commenced a series of backflips to get away from him, and fell against a set of protruding pipes. The pipes were approximately two inches wide, protruding about three feet from the main pipes. Unfortunately, she had fallen with her crotch planted directly on the pipes, with her feet six inches from the ground. She was about 6 inches from the wall, and would have to twist her body carefully to not knock herself out when she fell. She had two problems with that though. First, was the oncoming thug with the metal rod. Second, vibrations in the pipe had started, and they were feeding her love tunnel with impulses that demanded attention. She started lubricating, and she started to smell herself.
The thug attacking her brought her mind to the forefront though. He started off simply trying to knock her head off, but a quick parry from her right arm prevented it. He tried flipping it around to try for the other side, but she was able to block again. She had her legs wrapped around the pipe below her, and was using it to keep her balance. The thug tried for a jab straight at her head, and she dodged to one side.
But that blow hit something else instead. His blow had landed straight on the pipe, and the vibrations massaging her pussy lips turned to forces shaking her vagina demanding attention.
"Oooophh" escaped her lips.
The thug attacking her paused when he heard that moan, and realized in a second what was happening. He fired a quick blow at the pipe above her again, causing the vibrations against her vagina to increase again. "Ooohhhhh" moaned Batgirl. Thinking clearly was becoming difficult. As the thug hit the pipe again and again, the only thing that seemed to matter was answering the calls to orgasm coming from her vagina. The thug changed tactics suddenly. Instead of hitting the pipe above her, he started hitting the pipe that she was resting on. Direct blows having more effect, the wall Batgirl had built against orgasming came crashing down. Orgasms shattered her will to resist, and the repeated clangings were indications of how often she was orgasming.
Finally, after thirty orgasms, the thug stopped hitting the pipe. He knew that the sound of metal on metal would carry, and he had other plans for Batgirl.
But unfortunately for him, the backpack Batgirl was wearing wasn't just there for show. It maneuvered one of the cuffs holding Bagirl's right wrist so that the cuff tapped him in the side of the head. Tapped him at fifty miles per hour. He joined his buddy in the world of dreamland.
Batgirl slowly woke up to a buzzing feeling between her legs, and the thug who had attacked her was out cold. Batgirl had no idea what had happened, but she quickly took advantage of the situation. After getting down carefully, she took hold of some rope on the construction site and quickly tied the two crooks up.
Moving to the explosives shed, Batgirl carefully picked up an old rusty lock, and a fuse for putting in dynamite.
Moving up to the window in the shed, Batgirl prepared her lines for the ruse. She attached the lock to the outside of the shed, and secured it fast.
"What the- Hey, what are you two doing?" Came from inside the shed. "Hello there mister big bang. What happens when I light this fuse?" Casually asked Batgirl through the one foot by one foot barred window. "Hey, no. Don't do that. When that dynamite goes, it'll - Nooooo!!!" "Sorry. Your two friends were very uncooperative, so I guess I'll just have to follow their example. Have a blast." Batgirl dropped the fuse to the ground, and left him there yelling for someone to get him out. "Somebody will come along and call the police." philosophized Batgirl as she left the area.
<batgirl. are you there? what happened?>
"No thanks to your suit modification, I came close to being raped by those creeps."
<close only counts in horeshoes, hand grenades, and nuclear weaponry. still, would you like some protection from being raped like that?>
"Why yes, I wou-"
A large metal plate extended from the bottom of the machine. That wasn't the threatening part. The threatening part was the two projections extending from it, and aiming straight for the Dark Damsels' inner regions.
"Hey, don't you dare- Aaagh"
The two projections fit themselves into her pussy and butt, and proceeded to expand to fill them.
<they are expanding to make sure that they don't fall out in a fight.>
"Yeah right. You're just setting them up so you can use them to remote rape me and force an orgasm from me."
<how would i do that?>
"You'd probably have them vibrate like crazy and make it feel like they're thrusting in me."
The two projections started vibrating and thrusting into Batgirl, causing her breath to come in short gasps. "How - dare - you - do - this - to - me!"
"Okay, okay I take it back. Now remove them."
<including the comment about the hearse?>
"Including the hearse."
<and the ambulance?>
"Let's not go too far shall we. How about a mild reduction at least, in exchange for the hearse?"
<let's see, where's the command to shut down the functions. is it this button, or is it this button?>
"Try looking for dial. If it is a variable rate, it would have a dial you moron."
<in that case, i think i'll leave it where it currently is.>
"OOOooooohhhhh. I'm gonna-"
<cum probably. before you say anything else, there is a crime occurring.>
"Yaaaggghhhhh!" screamed Batgirl as she orgamsed from the force of the pistons firing her sexual engine.
As Batgirl swung out towards the next crime, she commented, "I don't know what is worse. Your little friend, or your jokes."
"No, that's okay." Batgirl said quickly, dreading something even more insistent while she was swinging over the city.
Batgirl arrived at the building. From the outside there seemed to be no activity, but the screen instantly highlighted infrared signatures on the doorknob on the back, and footsteps taken. The engine block was also warm, and there appeared to be no one in the truck out back. "I don't get it. What is there to steal at a paint shop that is easy to carry and is worth enough for their effort?"
<the shop takes its cash to the bank tomorrow. also, there is the possibility that they intend to vandalize the building.>
"What makes you think that?"
"And you're the one in control of this backpack?"
<yes.>
With that "yes", came an increased rate in vibrations. "Okay, okay. Now turn them down to let me think about how to get in." The vibrations reduced, but were still at a higher rate than before. Batgirl chose her plan carefully. She first went to the truck, and saw how amateur these crooks were. They had left the keys in on the driver's seat! Taking advantage of their stupidity, Batgirl simply reached in and threw the keys into the pile of trash near the door. From there, Batgirl moved towards the paint shop, taking care to check the edge of the door frame to see if the back area lights were on.
They weren't. Batgirl moved silently towards the door, and opened it with no more noise than a mouse would make breathing. She crept silently towards where she heard voices talking-
The lights came on, blinding Batgirl.
"Get her!" yelled several female voices.
Batgirl was wrestled to the ground, and bound up tight due to her surprise. The only eye she could see out of was her right eye, due to the fact that it had automatically darkened to protect her nightvision; but the glare from the edges where her skin and the edge of the screen met were enough to prevent her from using it to fight with.
The four crooks had managed to tie her up well though, so Batgirl couldn't move to undo the bonds. They brought her to a room they had already gone through, and started to tie her up. Her wrists were tied to the corners of a desk, and her ankles were tied to the other corners. She was effectively X-ed out on top of the desk. Her breasts stuck out like mountains of flesh waiting to be sculpted, and her head hung over the edge, at roughly waist height. The girls took one look at her covered breasts, and decided to have some fun.
They took a pair of scissors, and proceeded to remove her costume over her breasts, freeing them to the night's air. They then went to the van, and got out a box with several sexual implements in it.
"She's awake. Let's have some fun."
"Let's give her the mountain mover."
"How about the suck-shaker?"
"Hey, what is that thing in her crotch doing?"
All four girls turned their attention to the metal plate covering her vagina and anus. Several of them tried to pull it off, but to no luck. "Oh well. We'll just have to ask her. Wake her up."
Two girls took a bottle of smelling salts and held it up to Batgirl's nose. Batgirl slowly came around, and found her predicament to be a bit uncomfortable. She was arched over the deask, with her nipples perking up due to the cool air.
"Well, Batgirl. It seems that we managed to catch you. 'To the victor got he spoils', correct? Then we get to have you. But first, what is that metal plate for covering your vagina?"
<protection.>
"Protection" Batgirl parroted.
"Well, I can see why you would want to have protection. There are probably half a dozen major crime figures who want to have you, plus all the minor ones. Wait a moment, what's that smell? Ah, smells like someone already had you.
"But since we can't have what's down there, we'll have to take what is up here, "the apparent leader said, running her hand over Batgirl's left breast, playing with it like it was a lump of wet clay.
"This is what we call the mountain-mover. It gives strong sexual pleasure to a woman's breasts, no matter if she is willing or not. The other toy is the suck-pull. Essentially, it gives a woman a chance to reduce the amount ot sexual attention the rest of her body is getting. Which do you want?" Batgirl redoubled her efforts at escaping, but the ropes were too strong.
"Ah well, it appears we get to decide for you. Now excuse us, we need to vote."
Batgirl continues her efforts at pulling on the ropes, but when the four women walked in a few minutes later, Batgirl was still tied to the desk. "We have a problem Batgirl. We were unable to come to a vote. All of our voting was resulting in ties. So we give you a chance to choose again. The mountain-mover is capable of extremely high amounts of pleasure, while the suck-pull is determined by you. What the suck-pull entails is the better you suck the dildo, the less pulling is done on your breasts. So the better head you give, the gentler the response you get. Choose."
Batgirl had kept struggling this entire time, and was no closer to getting free than before.
"Wait! I have an idea." said one of the girls.
"What is it," asked the leader.
"How about if we combine them? Use the suck-pull to activate the mountain-mover?"
"Good idea" "Yeah" "Let's do it" echoed the others.
The connections were made, and the mountain-mover was placed on Batgirl's breasts. The dildo portion of the suck-pull was placed in Batgirl's mouth, and was kept there with a strap. The cord was plugged into the nearest outlet, and the mountain-mover went to work.
"OOooph" moaned Batgirl as the mountain mover went to work. It was providing a lot of pleasure to her bosom, but Batgirl was able to control the sensations so far.
"Oh, by the way, that is on setting one. Every minute it will go up one setting, all the way up to ten. We've never used it at above four, so if you are here in an hour, tell us how it went. However, in an attempt to be somewhat nice, we are going to give you a chance to reduce the sensations. Every five orgasms you have will reduce it one level, to a minimum of one. Also, the dildo has a sensor of its own. Whenever it has the equivalent of an ejaculation, the level will go down by one. As long as you keep cumming and sucking, you'll be able to plan your escape. But if you can't handle the orgasms, well . . ."
Batgirl jerked in shock, then went to work providing a blow job on the dildo. The sucking slowed down, but it was still there.
Unknown to Batgirl, the girls doing the crime had brought in a five gallong bucket of liquid. The liquid was fed into a hose and pump, and the pump was attached to a smaller hose leading to the dildo. What they hadn't told her was that it would now be very easy to tell when the dildo ejaculated. Ten minutes later, Batgirl's mouth was getting tired, and she was close to passing out. She had managed to orgasm twenty times, and the dildo had ejaculated six times, so the mountain-mover was only on setting three. Only was relative though. Her breasts were getting pumped for pleasure, and Batgirl had to pay attention to the sexual pleasure in order to avoid getting overloaded.
While she had been giving head though, the dildo in her crotch had another fuction. It could emit light that produced sexual pleasure. Due to the fact that the person on the other end of the link had heard what had gone on, and was in control of all of its abilities, it started to do so. The sexual mess that Batgirl's mind was rapidly becoming was totally different from the normal crimefighter computer that she normally had. After half an hour, all Batgirl could think of was having orgasms, and giving head. The four girls were still there, getting the final amounts of money from the safe, and enjoying the spectacle that Batgirl made. Her mouth contorted around the dildo, seeking to give it all the pleasure her tired mouth could. Her breasts, receiving the pleasure that level seven provided, and her crotch, getting stimulated by an orgasmic lightshow from within.
Finally, the leader came in. She went over to the various devices, and put them in pause mode. Batgirl orgasmed three more times after the devices were turned off, indicating how much her body was conditioned to the need for orgasms.
"Well, Batgirl, you seem to have a lot of experience doing this. That's good. What comes up next is something called "Beat the Clock". All you have to do is keep having orgasms. The key is that you have to have them very quickly. You wil notice the three readouts in front of you. The one on the left indicates how many orgasms you have had. The one in the middle indicates the number to beat. The number on the right is a timer that counts down. You will notice that they are at zero, eighty, and sixty right now. When your orgasm counter is higher than the middle number, the ropes around you will let go and you can go home. The catch is the explosives around you. When the middle number reaches 100, they will explode, taking you with them."
"MMppphhhhhhh!!!"
"The number on the right is the amount of seconds until the middle number increases by one. Basic math tells you that you have twenty minutes to determine how you leave this building; in peace, or in pieces.
"I am going to give you a chance though. The control in your right hand has a rocker switch on it. Pressing up increases the level of the mountain-mover, while pressing down reduces it. You get to determine how quickly you live or die. Have fun!"
The leader left the room, and flicked everything back on again.
0 : 80 : 59
Batgirl immediately started pressing the rocker up to level seven. Even though she could barely hang on to her sanity at that point, it was necessary to get enough orgasms to get out of this place and capture those girls.
8 : 83 : 47
Seven wasn't cutting it, Batgirl realized, she would have to go to eight.
18 : 87: 32
Eight wasn't it either. Nine!
25 : 90 : 28
Nine was close, but still not enough. There was no other choice; TEN!!!!
37 : 92 : 56
Batgirl could not even concentrate anymore. All she could do was to let her mind go, and hope there was something left when everything stopped.
50 : 95 : 34
67 : 97 : 59
75 : 98 : 16
87 : 99 : 60
95 : 99 : 19
96 : 99 : 14
97 : 99 : 10
98 : 99 : 6
99 : 99 : 3
100 : 99 : 1
Bing! Bing! Bing! Bing! The restraints fell away, and for a few minutes Batgirl simply lay there on the table; unable to get the will power necessary to remove the mountain-mover that was still shaping her at level ten.
Slowly though, someone walked around her, turning off the implements and remiooving them from her body. There was a solidness to the newcomer, as though the newcomer was dressed in armor. Heavy armor. Armor with a Bat style to it.
"Wha, what is this place? Where am I? Breathed Batgirl. She could barely think straight; and her breasts felt sort of - numb. Batgirl looked at the person, and tried to remember where she had seen that person before. The newcomer gave Batgirl a sip of water, helping Batgirl regain the moisture she lost from the massive orgasm series she had just been through. "Who are you?" Batgirl knew she had seen the person in front of her, but simply could not remember where.
"Remember when the Joker captured you and nearly revealed you to the world?" said the newcomer.
"Oh yeah! I remember now. I still owe you big for that, and for helping me out here as well. Wait, weren't there four girls here, robbing the place? THey got away - "
"No they didn't. They are secured in the back of their van, and the police are on their way. Can you get away from here?" said power armor Batgirl. "I think so, but I might need someone keeping an eye on me, to make sure I don't fall. Would you - ?"
"Not a problem. Ready to go?"
"Wait. You said the four girls are secured. How?"
"I used their van for the pieces I needed. Just rip a piece of framing out, and wrap it around the person's neck, keeping it tight enough so they don't escape, but loose enough so they don't choke. Wrap the other end around the axle, and presto, one instant set of cuffs." 'I really need a set of armor like that' Batgirl thought. "Any chance I could borrow your armor when you're busy in real life?"
"Sorry. It has to be custom-fitted to each person. Ready to go now?"
"Yes."
Batgirl fired her last grappling hook at the roof nearby, and swung out. She swung over the road, but a fraction of a second's weakness, and her fingers slipped and she was falling.
A rush of hot air, and Batgirl felt herself being caught by metallic arms. The PA Batgirl had simply fired her jets to intercept Batgirl's fall, and changed course to deposit the crimefighter on the roof.
"Th-Thanks. Where can I get one of those armors?"
"It was a redirected job. A lot of computer hacking, design changes, blind accounts to half-a-dozen major spy networks, and one brand new power armor suit delivered to a false address, that I picked up. And the on-board instruction manual detailing everything about the suit's capabilities and maintenance needs. Not a repeat order."
"Drat." Batgirl wanted a suit like that.
"Now, this armor normally has a tank of nutrient fluid in it, but I replace it with various health drink mixtures. Want some?"
"Yes, please."
The PA Batgirl reached down, and detached one of the tanks at her waist. She popped the top open, and handed it to Batgirl. Batgirl greedily drank the liquid within, feeling the rush as the liquid seemed to course through her body, filling her body with liquid fuel. Batgirl put the top back on, and turned to hand the container back to-
The PA Batgirl was gone. Like the other time when Batgirl had been rescued from the Joker, she had arrived, rescued her, and left without a trace.
<batgirl, are you there?>
"Where have you been? I have been mechanically humped for the past hour! Only when Nora Clavicle had me did I feel like this."
"No! I am drawing the line here. I am tired of being led around the city on your little wild goose chase, and I - "
Batirl paused as a new sound came from the backpack. Two funnels were coming out from it, one from under each armpit, heading traight for her breasts.
Thoomp! Thoomp! The funnels sealed themseves to her breasts, and started to buzz. With the recent experience of having to extract orgasms as often as possible, Batgirl started to feel her sex get the better of her.
<tell me, or I will leave you on this roof for the next four hours like this.>
"All right, all right. Just turn it down so I can concentrate." The buzzing reduced on her bosom, but there was enough of it there to remind her of its presence.
Batgirl told the story of how she had been captured by Teen Supreme, and later Nora had taken her from T.S., and taken Batgirl to her own hideout. How Nora had placed Batgirl on a metallic Siamese human knot, with her vagina at the bottom. How Nora had used Batgirl's own orgasms to slowly tighten the knot and kill her. How Nora had decided to let Batgirl live, with the knowledge that Nora had beaten her. How Nora had left Batgirl in the Siamese Human Knot machine, now modified so that it would not choke her, but so the sexual stimulation was just as strong as ever. How Nora had come back after two hours, and asked Batgirl why the Police hadn't shown up. How Nora had casually mentioned that she had "fogotten" to call the police. How Nora had made the sexual stimulation stronger, with breast stimulation to go with the vaginal and anal dildo action. How the only female detective had arrived an hour later to let her out of the machine.
What Batgirl didn't tell was that she kept several parts of the machine, for when she felt naughty at home.
<impressive. since you seem to be so well "used" this evening, how about I simply leave out the rest of the crimes, and simply tell you where to find the manual on how to use the headset.>
"That would be nice. It would be even nicer if you gave it to me poersonally, "Batgirl said in her sweetest tone of voice.
Gotham Library! Did this person know what her secret identity was? But Batgirl had no choice, so she swung out towards the library. When she arrived at the library, she looked around, trying to see if the package was behind one of the twelve heatin/air units on the roof. The headset bliked a cursor in her view, and Batgirl used that cursor to find a stack of printed paper and-
A new outfit! It was identical to her current bodysuit, with the critical difference was that it was intact. "Wait a minute! How did you know which outfit I was going to wear?"
<i didn't. however, the backpack has several scanners in it, and i was able to find a clothing store open late at night, and they were able to make an outfit identical to yours.>
"I don't get it. Why did you get the new outfit?"
"Half right?"
<I only cut out the crotch. The rest was planned, but it was not done.>
"Okay. Now what did you mean about a bomb in this backpack?"
The cuffs around Batgirl's wrists and ankles released, and the backpack fell onto the roof. A red LED display activated, and began counting down.
0:10
0:09
0:08
"Oh crud!" said batgirl as she dove for cover on the other side of the roof. The clock steadily counted down and when it erached 0:00, a video tape shot out the top, and landed near Batgirl. Batgirl brushed herself off, and looked at the videotape.
It was a bomb. One of the biggest video productions, and it had bombed. Batgirl went back over to where the backpack had been.
It was gone.
"I'm gonna kill you!!!"
<you're gonna catch a cold if you keep standing there with your breasts bare and flapping in the wind. I recommend you get dressed and go home and get some sleep.>
Batgirl said nothing, but she went ahead and put on the new bodysuit, leaving her torn outfit in the dumpster behind the library. She didn't know who the person was, but she entertained herself with dark thoughts about what she would do when she caught up with him.