Prologue
Roger Cornby looked out into the darkness of Gotham and waited in the shadows for his victim. He was a large man, a couple inches over six feet and weighed well over two hundred pounds, yet there was very little fat to him. He was dressed all in black from head to toe, despite the heat and humidity of the June night. He even wore thin leather gloves and a black knit hood which only revealed his intense blue eyes which took in everything around him. His ears were programmed to listen for a powerful japanese motorcycle engine that was customized for it's rider. He did not hear it yet, but knew that it was still early for her to make her appearance. He had about 12 minutes left before Batgirl made her appearance on the scene. A slight smile crossed his lips under his mask as he anticipated thier upcoming meeting. It was a meeting that she would never forget.
Roger was a crook by trade. A thief and extortionist of great skill. He had been taught by the best there was. Catwoman. His eyes hardened as he remembered her. Her grace, her skill, her cruelty. She was a very sexy woman, though she prefered women to men, so he had never had the chance to give her a tumble. He wasn't sure if he would given the opportunity, given her perpencity for sadism. And two dominants rarely mixed, not without violence, and certainly without joy.
He had been one of her many henchmen, until he was "arrested" by Batman several years ago. He had been out of jail for several months now and decided it was time to go into business for himself. He had been fairly successful, but not so much as to attract the attention of Gotham's Terrific Trio. He didn't want to take on Batman, and could probably handle Robin with no trouble. But it was Batgirl that he wanted. It had taken him several months to formulate his plan, steal enough for the capital for his projects, and to set everything up in secret. Even his ex-boss Catwoman had no idea that he was out or had any indication that someone else was ripping off the rich of Gotham. He smirked as he thought that she had probably been blamed for a couple of his crimes.
He carefully checked his equipment again to make sure it was all in place and easily accessible when he would need it. All was in readiness. He looked across the alley to the doorway that he had left unsecured and slightly ajar as a lure to Batgirl. It was located where she would ride by it on her regular patrol. He had watched her for a month, following her, timing her, learning her habits. He wasn't interested in learning who she was, so had left her alone when she went home, usually around the same time each early- morning. No, he would learn all about her soon enough.
Chapter One
Barbara Gordon finished her exercises and opened her secret closet. It was time to become Batgirl and she felt ready. There was something in the air tonight and she wanted to get out into the city. Someone had been making themselves known to her during the last week, burglarizing several penthouses and making off with small fortunes each time. The person was good, able to easily circumvent all alarms, cracking open very secure safes, and stealing only those things that were highly valuable and easily fenceable. She was reminded of Catwoman by this person, but this thief did not seem to have her flair. Catwoman was proud of her crimes and went out of her way to let you know she had ripped you off. This thief often stole things days before the owner knew the objects were missing. She had a feeling that it was a man, but other than that she knew nothing about him. She had tapped into the Bat-Net to access Batman's massive data files, but had found nothing on his MO. This "guy" was new to Gotham, and "he" was very, very good.
Good, she needed a challenge. It had been pretty boring in Gotham as of late. Summer had come, yet the majority of the crooks had stayed indoors. It was hot, but it was the humidity that kept most from committing major crimes. Sure, her father had his hands full as Commissioner of the Police, but there was nothing to warrent the attentions of Batman, Robin, or her. In fact, it has been days since she had heard from Batman, and she wondered if he was working with the Justice League at the time. Probably, she thought.
Batgirl looked into her closet and selected her costume for tonight. It was new and well-made for the weather. She got dressed then gave herself a final look in the mirror.
"You're such a slut, Barbara," she said to her reflection with a smile on her face. She was very pleased with how she looked. Facing her was a reflection of a young, beautiful, athletic girl with long red hair. She was dressed in a dark purple two piece suit consisting of very tight low- neck halter top which barely covered her breasts, a dark purple pair of hip-hugger panties which were drawn over a pair of black fishnet pantyhose. She wore a pair of purple thin leather gloves which came to mid-forearm, and a matching pair of knee-high leather boots with 3" heels. Fashionable, yet functional, she thought. Over her face was a new type of black vinyl mask which adhered to her upper face in the shape of a bat. On her chest was her yellow Bat- emblem, which matched her buckle on her yellow utility belt.
She ran her hands up and down her flanks, turning so that she could admire her well-toned body. Full firm breasts over a flat tight belly. Long strong legs. She was well- muscled but not so much that she lost her femininity. No one would deny that she was a very sexy woman. She turned and went into her secret compartment that held her motorcycle, checked the alley monitor to make sure all was clear, opend the secret passage and brought ther Bat-Cycle to life, roaring out into the alley then into the streets of Gotham as the passage closed silently behind her.
Batgirl was bored. Everyone was inside. Not even any muggers out to kick about. Not that there were any people to mug. She imagined that the power company was keeping busy to keep the power going to everyone's air conditioners. Complacently she made her routine patrol, looking out for the out-of-ordinary, checking windows and doors.
Roger was instantly alert, his heart pumping adrenaline through his system. He could hear her, and she was getting close. He subconsciously melted further into the shadows.
Batgirl drove past the alley, almost not noticing the cracked open doorway to the back of the clothing store. She did not slow down until she was half a block away, then cut the ignition to the motorcycle and turned around, using her momentum to carry her to the edge of the alley. She silently got off the bike and glanced around her. A cat ran past her from the alley, startling her. She glanced down towards the open door and checked the shadows around it. Seeing or hearing nothing, she quickly moved towards the doorway. She listened again, this time concentrating inside the store. Hearing nothing she opened the door just enough to that she could go inside and slipped into the inky darkness of the store.
Roger quickly raised the gun, sighted and fired, the dart zipping through the cracked door and finding its target. Batgirl jumped, letting out a yelp, as she felt a bee-sting on her behind. She turned to look out into the alley as she thought she had heard a noise behind her a milli-second before she was stung. She then saw a movement in a shadowed indentation in the wall opposite her that she had noticed before as Roger with one hand holstered the air pistol and with the other hand raised what looked like a garage door opener in her direction. Reflexibly Barbara took a step back, and was carried to the floor by a weighted net that dropped down onto her from the ceiling. She imediatly rose to her knees, deliberatly not turning or twisting which would wrap the net around her and reached forward for an edge. She looked up to see that the movement across the alley was now a large shape that was through the door. He was quicker than she, and he grabbed one end of the net and moved around her, twisting her into its tightening folds. She was drawn into a ball and knew that she was in trouble. She started to reach for her utility belt, but found it hard to concentrate on her task. She could not remember what it was that she wanted to get. In fact, it was getting hard for her to move, regardless of the netting which had snared her.
Roger smiled. He had her. He held onto one end of the net and watched the drug take effect on Batgirl. Her eyes blinked and her mouth started to go slack, soon the struggling stopped and he released the slack of the net. Batgirl was still conscious, still aware of what was happening to her, but she could not move or speak. She became aware of the net being removed from her body and looked up to see her capture above her. He was a large man dressed all in black, big without being slowed down by bulk, and she already knew that he was very quick, quiet and fast. She tried to lick her lips to moisten them but could not, her mouth dry. Roger left her and went out into the alley. A moment later he wheeled her motorcycle into the alley and hid it behind a dumpster, heaping trash onto it. He knew it probably wouldn't be found for another three days until the sanitation crew came by. He then went back into the store and closed the door behind him. He took a small battery- powered lamp from his fanny pack and placed it on a shelf and turned it on so that he could better enjoy his captive.
A low soft whistle escaped his lips as he looked down at the helpless heroine at his feet. She was beautiful! His cock started to get hard as he removed the light chains and shackles from thier hiding place, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Batgirl. She moaned softly and was finally able to wet her very dry lips. It seemed as if the drug was wearing off, but she could still not move. Her captor knelt down next to her and rolled her onto her stomach. Another moan escaped Batgirl's lips as Roger brought her wrists together behind her back and cuffed them together. Another pair of cuffes were fastened around her slim ankles. Roger then could resist no more and ran his large hands over her body. Barbara could feel the blood rush to her face as she felt her captor's hands on her ass, thighs, and sides. She gasped as she felt her ankles pulled back towards her wrists to which he fastened with a short lenth of chain.
"No...stop...," she was finally able to whisper as he flipped her over to grope her breasts. He only spent a quick moment with that pleasure since she was coming out of the stupor quicker than he had imagined. He grabbed the harness gag with one hand, and her face with the other. Her full red lips were parted and he pushed the red rubber ball into her mouth and behind her teeth. One strap he secured the gag behind her head, another strap was fastened under her chin, and yet another ran up over her head to fasten to the main strap in back. He examined closely the face of his captive as Batgirl glared back at him with vivid green eyes. Roger removed Batgirl's utility belt and then took up several leather straps of varying lengths and bound Batgirl legs further together with straps above her knees and then at mid thigh. He then strapped her elbows together behind her back. Batgirl moaned in discomfort, but had no problem with her elbows touching behind her back. Roger then wrapped two more longer straps around her torso, binding her arms tightly to her body, with one strap above, and the other below her breasts, causing them to jut out further. In addition the body straps caused the chain between her wrists and ankles to shorten, arching Barbara into an even tighter hogtie.
Batgirl now started to move, but her movements were limited by her bondage to slow writhing movements. She was helpless. Batgirl had only been bound so effectively by Catwoman. Now that the drug was wearing off she began to better appreciate her predicament. Being in bondage was always a turn-on for her, and this time was no exception. The danger gave the excitement a spice that she found intoxicating. And this time was certainly different from those times that she had been captured and bound by Catwoman or by Nora Clavicle. This time her captor was a man. Sure, Catwoman had male henchmen at times, but Catwoman always kept her for herself. She knew that this time was different. She wondered if she would be raped. Then as quick as the though came, it left, as she knew that she would (in her secret heart she hoped so), it was only a question of how and when.
Batgirl was able to struggle more and her writhings became harder as she tried to find a weakness in the chains that held her wrists and ankles together. Roger smiled at her determination, and decided it was time for something a bit more strick for her. Taking another short chain he snapped one end to the back of her gag. Batgirl moaned with pain into her gag as he pulled her head back and fastened the other end to her elbow strap. Roger then ran his fingers lightly down her exposed throat, delighting at the softness of it and of her power over her vulnerability and helplessness before him. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on her bondage. The discomfort of the tight arch of her hogtie and his touch was too much for her and she started to get wet from excitement.
Roger glanced at a wall clock and saw that he had time in his schedule for some fun, so he took off his leather gloves so that he could better enjoy the feel of his captive and then began to move his bound captive this way and that, looking and touching. Batgirl writhed as much as the chains and straps allowed as she felt him molest her body, his leather clad hands groping her breasts, her ass, her thighs, running his fingers down her taut belly, enjoying the look of her beneath his drawing hands, admiring the way her muscles moved under her skin.
Batgirl gasped and moaned under his ministrations. She was so turned-on by her situation that her struggles were no longer a defiant act against her captor, but of sexual lust and excitement for her bondage and his touch. His fingers were suddenly between her thighs and she knew that she he now knew of her excitement. She screamed into her gag as he pushed his hand between her bound together thighs as she came. He finally made the first sound she heard from him. He laughed. He then rubbed her clitoris under her costume and gave her another orgasm seconds after the first.
Roger was getting into his assault of Batgirl, but knew that his time here was running out, so he stopped what he was doing and stood up. A moan escaped Batgirl's lips and he knew that he was only getting her started. Good. He would let her simmer.
'God, she's a hot bitch', he thought as took a blindfold and covered Batgirl's eyes. He put his gloves back on, gathered up his things and did a quick wipe-down to remove any fingerprints that he may have left. He turned off the lamp and opened the door. A quick look reveled that the coast was clear and he left Batgirl to get his panel van that was parked near by.
Batgirl's world was black and quiet now that her captor had left. She rolled about as well as she could, feeling about with her fingertips for her utility belt, or anything that could be used for her escape. She was grateful that he had not placed her in a crossed-ankles hogtie so that she was able to roll. But, it was hard and painful as her bondage was extremely tight, strict and restrictive. She came again as she heard a vehicle pull up outside the door.
Roger left the van running and got out and went to the back to open the rear doors. He opened the door to the store and flipped Batgirl over onto her stomach and picked her up by using the chain between her wrists and ankles as a handle. Batgirl grunted from the added pressure and strain and orgasmed again. He carried her quickley to the van and tossed her in back. Roger shut the doors to the van, locked and closed the door to the store, got in the van and took off his mask. He shot a quick glance at the writhing heroine in rear of the van, smiled and drove off towards his hideout.
end chapter one
Chapter Two
Batgirl's bound body was bounced about in the back of her captor's panel van as he drove her to a place where she had no doubt that she would be further tormented and raped. He had stopped once and further secured her down onto the floor of the van to eye-bolt in the floorboard at her feet and by fastening a collar around her neck with he secured to another eye-bolt. He then covered the struggling heroine with a heavy tarp and then continued his journey.
By the length of the trip she knew that they had probably left the city limits of Gotham, but other than that she knew nothing. She was very tired, exhasted by her capture and molestation, and despite her discomfort lapsed into a dreamless sleep.
Roger left the Gotham and soon turned down a little travelled road several miles from the city. He west past a small farming community then turned down a bumpy dirt road. He slowed down and drove several more miles when he turned into the dirt driveway of an abandoned fruit warehouse. He had bought it with his spoils and had customized it to his tastes, and for his task. He picked up a garage door opener and pushed the button and a unseen panel in the wall opened and he drove into the darkened garage bay where he shut off the engine. He waited until the panel closed before getting out and then turning on the lights.
Roger opened the back of the van and removed the tarp covering Batgirl. She had fallen asleep duing the drive, and not even the rough ride has roused her, but she was now starting to wake since she subconsciously realized that her trip was over. Roger unsnapped her restraining hooks from the floorboard and undid the chain between her wrists and ankles. He then dragged her to the edge of the van, got out and then picked up the shapely bundle and tossed her over his broad shoulder. He could not resist the urge to feel her tight ass as he carried her to the room that he had prepared for her.
Batgirl came to with a start at the feel of his hand massaging her buttocks. She still was blindfolded and gagged, but her wrists and ankles were no longer painfully together. She started to struggle in the grasp of her captor, though she knew it was futile. He handled her easily. He breaths became deep at the excitement of her helplessness once again. She struggled now to feel her bondage, and to feel him. He was strong, and from his hands on her traveling up and down her strapped together long legs, he was enjoying her struggling as well. She felt herself dumped on the floor and Roger removed her straps, leaving only the blindfold, gag and cuffs holding her wrists together behind her back. He grabbed her by the shoulders and picked her up. Facing him she quickly drove her knee to where she believed his crotch to be. He slightly turned his hips and blocked her blow. Nonetheless it still hurt. He smiled, then slapped her across the face. Batgirl's head snapped back, her long red hair flailing and she stumbled back a step. She quickly recovered and using her hearing to determine his location gave him a quick reverse snap kick to the head. Roger saw it coming and easily caught her bare foot inches from his face. Batgirl hobbled on one foot trying to keep her balance as her captor lifted her foot higher, placing her in standing split. He grabbed her with his other hand and moved in to her. Batgirl could feel his breath against her face. It as as rapid as hers, but not with excertion. She could feel him against her bare vagina and felt his cock grow against her through his pants. This further excited her and she leaned further into him. Roger picked her completely off the ground, turned her around and drove her down to the floor. Batgirl 'omphed' as the air was knocked out of her. Helplessly she tried to catch her breath as he undid the snap to her wrist cuffs that held her arms behind her back. Roger rolled her over and took her wrists and secured her cuffs before her body. He stood up and reached up for a chain the descended from the ceiling. He brought down and snapped it to her wrist cuffs and went over to a panel in the wall and pushed a button. Batgirl's wrists went up, raising her onto her knees, to her feet, rising more until she was standing only on her toes before he stopped the hidden ceiling winch.
She finally caught her breath and moved her feet about, futilily trying to find a better purchace on her footing. She could find none. She heard her captor move behind her and felt him undoing the buckles to the harness-gag.
"Who are you, what are do you want?!," she demanded as soon as the rubber ball left her lips.
"I am your captor, Batgirl, soon to be your master, and as to what I want, I would have thought that would be obvious to you." Saying that Roger reached around Batgirl and grabbed one bare breast, sqeezing it hard while his other hand reached down between her legs, pulling her ass back against his crotch.
Batgirl gasped and moaned from the sensations of his ministrations of her clitoris and nipple, the clamp assuring that the unhanded breast was just as stimulated as the one which her was massaging. She felt him harded further against her ass.
"No...stop....you can't do this to me," she pleaded.
"I can and I will do anything to you," he responded in return, and started to kiss the back of her neck. Small tingles of electricity flew through her body as she responded to him.
"But, I'm Batgirl..." she said with a small voice, her words punctuated with moans and gasps.
"I know", he said simply, and turned her around to face her and kissed her hard on her full lips. Batgirl could not help herself but parted her lips and mouth and allowed him to thrust his tongue deep inside. She moaned and felt herself lubricating in response. His hands travelled down her back to grasp her ass and pull her hard against him. His cock was straining against his pants, seeking to invade her pussy as his tongue invaded her mouth. And, just as she began to start to kiss him back, he stopped. He stepped back and laughed.
"God, you're such a slut," he taunted. Batgirl's head dropped to at his words. She knew he was right. Why else did she dress the way she did? But she could not help herself over her responses. She was excited by the danger of her occupation, and her fascination and lust for bondage only made her desire captivity of this type ever since she could remember. It was a secret dream of her to be captured, kidnapped, bound and tormented. Yes, she enjoyed it when Catwoman had done this to her, but it was men that she really liked, and it was to be enslaved by a man that was hidden deep in her psyche as an unmentionable fantasy.
Roger examined the helpless heroine that dangled in front of him, her costume torn, her breasts revealed, her feet bare. He watched the chain of her nipple clamps catch the light as she slowly moved about in front of him. He reached down into his pants and repositioned his stiff cock so that it was no longer painfully pushing against his black jeans. He grabbed two lengths of rope and knelt down before Batgirl and took her left ankle into his hand and tied one end of the rope several loops around it, and knotted it off. He repeated the process with her right ankle.
Batgirl hung helpless and panted as she felt her captor bind her ankles. He did not tie them together, but seperatly. She knew that she was to be spread.
"Please, who ever you are, you don't have to do this to me," she said as she felt him finish with her ankles. He slowly stood up, running his hands up the outside of her legs, from her ankles, to her calves, up her thighs before resting on her slim hips.
"Oh, but I want to do this, Batgirl," he said. Roger then took the cord that was tied to her left ankle and went to an eye-bolt in the floor several feet from where Batgirl stood and feed the end through, he then took the end and pulled it towards her ankle which moved towards the bolt in response. When her leg was at a 30 degree angle to the rest of her body, he looped it around her bound ankle and knotted it off.
Batgirl moaned and gasped at the strain on her wrists and shoulders. He tried to stand by moving her right foot but was soon suspended as her captor repeated the process with her right ankle. Batgirl's legs were split wide apart, her toes now several inches from the floor.
"Aaahhh," she softly cried as he knotted the rope to her right ankle.
Roger stood and walked up to face the suspended heroine. He reached behind her back and taking a handfull of her long silky hair pulled her head back.
"Uggghhh," Batgirl moaned. He then took the chain to her nipple clamps and pulled it toward him, pulling her nipples out.
"Aggghh," went Batgirl as she tried to arch her chest forward towards her captor as he pulled on her nipple clamps. He assisted her by pulling her head back further by her hair. The strain on her hands and shoulders was incredible and she felt herself beginning to cum. Roger released her hair and nipple clamp chain and retrieved another piece of rope.
Batgirl felt the rope wrap around her slender waist and her breathing sped up as made a knot just below her navel. He then took the free end and passed it between her legs, stepping behind her to pull it up and back, the rope passing deeply between her vaginal lips and knotted it in place to the waist rope at the small of her back.
"Argghhh," she cried out as her body was wracked by a strong orgasm as the rope rubbed against her clitoris. The rope passing into her pussy and up her ass excited her greatly and she knew that the rope would soon be soaking wet with her juices. Batgirl cried out again in another orgasm as Roger grabbed the front of her crup rope and moved it about, driving the rope deeper within her.
"Oh...oh...uh....," she panted as he began to feel her up again. He had always enjoyed tying girls up, but Batgirl was the best he had ever had. He enjoyed the feel of her lean muscles, drawn taut by her suspension, as they played beneath his hands.
"Ohhh...," Batgirl gasped when Roger removed her nipple clamps and took her left nipple into his mouth as he continued to manipulate her pussy rope with his left hand. His right hand went around her body to grasp her tight ass. She writhed and moaned under his all-knowing hands, lips and tongue, and soon had another orgasm. Roger's hand went down to her pussy and felt her wetness, his fingers coming away warm and wet. He raised his hand to his face and smelled. It smelled great, then took a taste. It was delicious. The taste of a woman bound and spread has a flavor distinct to all others, and Batgirl was no exception.
"Mummph", went Batgirl as her captor forced his fingers into his mouth. She was forced to taste her own juices. It was not unpleasant. She knew her taste, but this was slightly different, caused by the her peril and helplessness of being bound by an unknown villain.
Roger was thoroughly enjoying his assault upon the suspended Batgirl. Her moans, struggles and smell of her orgasms excited him greatly and he knew it was only a matter of time before he exploded. It was time to place his captive in another bondage position.
end chapter two
Chapter Three
Batgirl was in a daze. She couldn't believe what was happening to her...again. Why was it, she asked herself, that villains were always tying her up and torturing her? Sure it was she dreamed about and lusted for. Yes, it was exciting beyond all belief. But, still she could not understand why she was always being bound tightly and helplessly and sexually tormented. Other superheroines, didn't have this problem, did they? Sure, Wonder Woman, occassionally, but Supergirl wasn't always getting kidnapped and raped by her enemies.
Her captor took her mind away from her concerns about the why of her condition back to the what. She felt herself lowered back to the floor and her bonds were removed. She started to struggle as Roger took her wrists behind her back and bound them together. He was quick and skilled and Batgirl never had a chance to escape before she was helpless again. She felt more ropes wrapping around her elbows and let out a soft moan as her elbows touched behind her back.
"Oh...please....stop......," she moaned as Roger ran his hands down her quivering body. He then took her by the shoulders and pushed her ahead of him, steering her towards her next predicament.
Roger reached his destination and let go of Batgirl and put his hood back on, he then untied and removed his captive's blindfold. She gasped as she saw the room before her. There were all sorts of devices and objects and tables and racks. Everything it seemed had one function. To torture and torment helpless victims. She moaned as she knew that she would be that helpless victim.
Roger steered her to a large metallic, futuristic bondage cross in one corner of the room and untied the ropes that were wrapped around her wrists and elbows. He quickly turned her around, so that her back was to the device and took her right wrist in his hands. She struggled futilely as he snapped a cuff to the wrist. She was still dazed from her previous torment by her captive and could not find the energy within herself to truely resist as he repeated the process with her left wrist. He then took each of her ankles and cuffed them apart to the bottom corners of the device.
"What are you going to do to me," she breathed as he fastened a large strap around her waist, securing her tight against the cold metal frame. His answer came as he pushed a switch on the rack and the cuffs binding her wrists and ankles slowly started to move apart towards thier corners.
"Ohhh.....Arghhhhhh........" Batgirl was stretched tight, her toes now off the ground, her wait barely supported by the waist strap, most of it by her bound wrists. She breathed deeply as the tension increased, her body quivering until she felt as tight as a bow-string. Roger released the swich and then reached into his small waist bag and pulled out his scizzors.
"no......please......," begged Batgirl as he slowly and expertly removed the rest of her costume, leaving only her gloves, boots, and mask to cover her nudity. He then went to a cabinet and took something from it. Batgirl gasped when she saw what it was.
"No, you musn't....," she cried as Roger started to take pictures of his spread captive, moving about her, capturing her bondage on film from every angle. He stopped when the roll was done and took the canister out and replaced it. Batgirl was humiliated by the experience, yet excited as well. She wondered what he would do with the pictures. Would he keep them for himself? Or, would he share them laughingly with Gotham's Underworld. She imagined that she made quite a sight, and could not help but wonder how many villains would soon be jacking off to the image of her bound, naked and spread.
Roger put down the camera on a nearby table and pushed another switch on the rack. Batgirl felt herself moving back as the rack pivoted, her head lowering and her feet raising. Roger released the switch when she was parallel with the ground. He then picked up the camera, and walking around her, finished taking another roll of pictures of her.
Batgirl moaned and writhed in her bondage as the camera clicked away. She closed her eyes and imagined all those evil men looking at her, taking thier cocks in thier hands and beating off. Her breathing quickened as she imagined them surrounding her, then coming onto, thier hot seman coating her body, splashing her on her face. Her lips parted and her tongue wetted them as she fantasized in her bondage.
The camera quick clicking and she looked over to where her captor was standing. He was returning from the table where he had put the camera and stopped between her legs. Now she realized why he had bound her on this sort of rack. There was nothing between her legs to keep him from just walking up to her and raping her. She also realized that she was at the perfect height for this to happen. Roger removed his own utility belt, and unfasted his pants, allowing them to fall, revealing his rock hard dick.
"No!" exclaimed Batgirl as she struggled harder against her bonds, helplessly.
Roger had waited and fantasized about this for a long time. Now, he had Batgirl bound and vulnerable before him. His cock strained to penetrate her and he did so.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh" Batgirl felt his cock enter her suddenly. There was no fooling around with positioning it, or with any niceties like foreplay. He just rammed it into her. Hard.
"Ugggghhhhhhhh" The suddeness of the penetration caused Batgirl to orgasm and Roger growled with pleasure as he felt her wetness and warmth envelope him. Her pussy muscles tightened and he began to thrust into her, the feel of her like nothing he had ever imagined. It was not long before he came as well. The quickness did not bother him, he knew this first fuck would be a quickie as he was almost ready to come in his pants several times just by he sight of her writhing body, and the tough of her struggling form.
Batgirl spasmed in front of him as several more orgasms shook her. Her skin was splotchy and was covered with sweat. Roger stepped back, his cock covered with both of thier juices and walked around to Batgirls head. And, while she panted, her eyes closed he grabbed her harshly by her hair.
"Whaa....." she cried in pain and surprise as she saw where he was standing, his wet cock waving in her face. Roger bent her head back and thrust his cock into her waiting mouth.
"Mmmmuuuuuuupppphhhhhh" Batgirl almost gagged as her captors cock was suddenly in her mouth. She tried to spit it out but he only thrust it back in. She then heard the 'snick' of a switchblade opening and saw a 8" blade in her rapist's hand.
"Don't even think about it," he warned her before the thought of biting him even started to formulate.
"You know what to do, Bat-Slut", he growled.
Batgirl then started to suck and lick her captors dick, removing her juices and his cum with her tongue.
"Mmmmmm......unhhhhhhh......oooooohhhh." Batgirls tongue was expert in her captive duty and Roger closed his eyes at the pleasure of his sucking his cock.
After several minutes he stepped back and folded the knife blade shut. He pulled his pants back up and fastened them. He put the knife into his back pocket and walked back to the cabinet and removed several more items and returned to the spread Batgirl.
"What.....now.......?" she panted. Roger lay the items on her straining stomach. She looked down and saw a crup strap, two vibrators and a harness-ball gag. Roger picked up the gag and walked around to her head. He took her chin in his hand and moved her head back, her mouth opened and he placed the red rubber ball between her teeth.
"Mmmmmppppphhhhhhh" Batgirl closed her eyes as Roger started to buckle the straps, feeling the leather across her face and under her chin, feeling the rollers turn against her flesh as he tightly bucked each buckle that held the ball between her teeth. He then went down to between her legs and picked up the larger of the two vibrators, turned it on, and unceremonously thrust it into her soaking pussy.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh", moaned Batgirl into her gag as she immediatly felt the vibrator humming within her, driving her towards yet another orgasm. Roger then picked up the second, smaller vibrator and turned it on. He quickly licked it to lubricate it and then slowly shoved it into her asshole.
"Ummmmmppppppphhhhhhhh!!" Batgirl came as the vibrator entered her rectum. She trashed before Roger as he picked up the crup strap. The vibrators were set at different settings, and thier vibrations each had a different frequency so that Batgirl would have no trouble telling which one was which. He bucked the main belt around Batgirls trim, athletic waist and took the central strap from the back and brought it up between her legs and buckled it to the main strap at her stomach.
Batgirl moaned and writhed as the vibrators sung thier song of ectasy within her. She screamed into her gag as orgasm after orgasm raced through her body. Roger stood and watched Batgirl toss about within her bonds for several more moments, before leaving her there thus so that he could get a shower and a bite to eat.
end chapter three
Chapter Four
Roger returned after a couple hours to find Batgirl covered with sweat and slowly writhing. Her eyes were closed and she slowly opened and closed her mouth, chewing on her gag. He could tell that she was thourougly getting into her bondage. He wondered how many orgasms she had had. It wasn't moments later that her body shuddered, tensing within her bonds as another orgasm shook her. He started feeling himself getting hard again. She was spectacular.
Roger walked over to his captive and started to undo her crotch strap. Batgirl opened her eyes and looked down between her legs at Roger, her eyes glazed from her bondage lust.
"Mmmphhh...?" She wondered what he had in mind for her next. She felt him remove the leather belt from her and her reached into her pussy. There was a small sucking sound and he pulled the vibrator out.
"Hmmm...uhhhh...." she moaned as he then took her rectum vibrator and pulled it free. She sighed with relief. She thought that she was going to orgasm to death earlier. She watched him push another button on the rack and felt silent motors come to life in the table. Her legs started to come together as the lower legs of the rack started to mate. He stopped when her legs were side-by-side. He pushed another button and the rack arms started down, bringing her arms down to her sides where they stopped moments later.
Roger went to another cabinet and brought back several straps, a collar and several lengths of chain. Batgirl watched him closely as he bucked a strap around each wrist and then each ankle. He took another wider strap and buckled it to her slim waist. Finally he took the collar and locked it around her delicate throat. He took the chain in hand and she noticed that it was all one piece. There was a long section, that had two shorter chains bisecting it, on towards the middle and the other at one end. At each terminus of the chain there was a locking snap device. He took the the unbisected end and attached the chain to her collar and then took the end terminus' and attatched them to each of her ankle cuffs. He then untied her left wrist from the rack and locked the cuff into its match at the center bisecting chain. He then repeated the process with her right wrist. It was only then that he untied her from the rope and straps that had secured her to the rack.
Roger went over to a table and brought back a small bottle of water. He removed her gag and put the bottle at Batgirl's mouth. She drank it greedily, desperate to replenish the fluids that she had orgasmed out of her body.
"Thanks..., " she whispered weakly when he finally took the empty bottle away from her lips. She looked up at him, trying to read anything in his eyes that she could use to her advantage. She saw only lust behind the hood.
He then pulled her from the rack and walked her towards a small alcove where there sat a small toliet. She suddenly felt the tremendous urge to relieve herself and wished that she could do more than take the small mincing steps that her chained ankles would allow her to take. He sat Batgirl on the seat and stepped back. He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall, and waited.
He did not have long to wait. Batgirl, though thouroughly humiliated by having another person watch her perform such intimate body functions, knew it was no use to try to hold everything in. She lowered her face from his gaze and relieved herself.
"All done?" he asked matter of factly several minutes later. Batgirl nodded her head in shame. He then stepped on a small button in the floor that she had not noticed before and she realized that the toliet was also a bidet'. A stream of water shot up from the bowl, washing away the remains of her wastes from her ass and pussy.
"Uhhhh...ooooo....", she moaned as the water pulsed into her. He lifted his foot from the pedal and grabbed the chain below her neck, raising her onto her feet.
"Wha....what are you going to do...do to me now?" she whispered as he led her over to another table. This table was also of metal and low to the ground as the rack. It was about four feet square. There were eye-bolts set into the table at many places all around the edges and she noticed there were also holes in several places. She wasn't sure but it looked like there were rollers in the holes.
"I heard you liked to be tied up, Batgirl, so..."
"Who told you that?" she asked as he stopped by the table, and started to pick up some odd black rope from another table nearby.
"Oh...a little cat told me," he smirked as he went around her and started to tie her elbows behind her back. Once again he tied them tightly together.
"uggnnnhhhh....a cat?" her eyes opened wide as she realized that this guy knew Catwoman! She looked back over her shoulder at him, trying to retrieve any detail that she could sho that she could determine his identity. She could find none, though he did seem vaguely familiar. Of course, he was built like so many other villains that she had faced, and thier henchmen.
Roger turned the masked heroine back around to face him and took off her wrist cuffs. He twisted her back around and tied her wrists tightly together, leaving a length of rope dangling from them.
"Ouch!" Batgirl said as he cinched the wrists together. He then picked her up and lay her on her back on the center of the table. Her long legs went over the end at her knees.
"Ohhhh..." she moaned as she laid upon her bound arms.
Roger then removed the rest of her cuffs and chains, but left the collar in place. She hadn't noticed it but the collar had a little Batgirl emblem on the front that matched the one on her utility belt and costume. He then took her left ankle and bent it back towards her thigh and wrapped another of the black ropes around her trim ankle.
"ahhhhggggg...." she moaned as he took the rope that bound Batgirl's ankle and secured it to a bolt at her left shoulder. He then took her right ankle, bent it back, tied it and secured it to a bolt at her right shoulder.
"uggghhhhh", Batgirl moaned and writhed helplessly, her legs bent back and her weight resting on her bound arms.
He took more of the rope and fed it thru behind her bent knees. He knotted it and then tied them to the bolts at the corner next to each knee, spreading her knees wide apart.
"huuu....huuuu..." Batgirl panted as she felt herself getting sexually excited once again. Roger went on to tie more rope at her shoulders, passing them under her armpits and securing the ends to bolts at her shoulders. He then took some more rope and started to wrap each of her legs, tightly binding her ankles and calves back to each thigh. Batgirl groaned and twisted as well as she could in her ever increasing bondage as her captor continued to wrap more and more of the black rope around her.
"Ohhh...please...stop..." she begged, "these ropes....there are....sooo....tight..." she gasped.
"But, I thought that you liked being tied, Bat-slut," Roger responded as he then started to take a long rope, wrapping it several times around her waist. He marveled at her musculature of her abdomen as he pulled the rope tight around her, strong, yet still feminine and very sexy. He then took the end and knotted at the small of her back and ran the rope up and between her legs, passing it between her wet pussy lips and up towards the ceiling.
"nooo....not...like...this" Batgirl whispered as he took the end and attached it to a cable over her that retracted into the ceiling. He then took the length of rope that ran from Batgirl's bound wrists and passed the end into a hold between her legs. He took the end that came out of a hold at the foot of the table and attached it to another retracting cable.
Batgirl continued to moan and writhe as he went to the head of the table and untied the ropes that bound her ankles to the corners. He then passed these through nearby holes, and attached them to a couple more cables at the bottom of the head of the table. He repeated the process with each of the ropes that he had secured Batgirl to the table with at her shoulders and her knees.
"Whaa...what are you going to do to me?" she asked again, as she noticed him slightly changing her bondage, undoing the ropes from the bolts to pass them into holes to resecure them out of sight. He only looked at her and continued with her bondage.
He then took another long lenth of rope and tied it around her chest, ropes looping over and under and then across her breasts, encompassing her breasts in an elaborate net of rope that held her breasts like lovers hands. Batgirl writhed and moaned as Roger carefully positioned each rope and tied each knot where it would do the most good to tease and torment her.
He then stood back and examined her. Batgirl continued to twist about in her bonds, as much as possible, that is, which wasn't much. Roger then went to a cabinet and pulled out a spray bottle that was filled with a special solution, made just for this occassion.
"What's that for," Batgirl asked as she saw him advancing towards her with the bottle filled with a red liquid. It looked like cherry Kool-Aid.
"Well, Batgirl. This is a special solution that when sprayed on the ropes binding you will cause them to...well, I'll let you discover that for yourself." He then started to spray her with the liquid, the light mist covering her from head to toe. It was cool and slightly oily and had a strangely vinegar-like smell.
Batgirl them noticed her ropes for the first time. They were not nylon, or polyester, or cotton...they were almost like rubber. But now, they seemed to come alive under the spray. They warmed up and started to worm thier way into her flesh.
"Uggghhhh..." Batgirl gasped as the ropes tightened about her. They also seemed to have another, more sinister effect. Where the ropes touched her flesh her nerve-endings came alive. The ropes dug into her helpless body with fantastic pleasure.
"Ahhh...ohhh....." she moaned as the sensations started to intensify, each strand became an individual lover to her writhing body.
"Now, just to maintain some balance," Roger said as he flicked a switch on the table, "let's tighten things up, shall we?"
The cables in the table started to slowing retract, pulling the rope into the holes and over the rollers, shortening the ropes that held Batgirl captive.
"Ahhhhrrrrrrrgggggggg" she groaned as her ankles went towards her head.
"Uggghhhhh....oh god...please..." she pleaded as her wrists pulled down between her legs, her body starting to arch. Her captor then went to a switch at the wall and flipped it on. The cable holding the rope bisecting her vagina began to retract into the ceiling, bowing Batgirl more.
"Errrrgggggghhhhhhh" The ropes at her shoulders and knees contracted. Each rope went into thier holes slowly, centimeter by centimeter, stretching and bowing the heroine painfully.
At the same time the ropes that held her, especially those that touched her bare flesh, at her waist, her breasts and her vagina, continued to warm and dig and excite. She was being crushed and split and she was loving every second of it. Her bonds continued to squeeze and Batgirl started to cum. Her bondage was soo intense, her peril of being killed by her bonds, was too much for the young girl to resist.
"ARRRGGGHHHH!!" she screamed as the first orgasm wracked her. Roger pulled out his cock and started to masturbate. The sight of her bound, bowed and stretched body demanded satisfaction. Her belly continued to rise towards the ceiling and her wrists and ankles came side to side, and then passed each other, arching her ever more. Roger came over and started to touch her, feeling the strain of Batgirl's muscles under her skin.
"Ohhhhh....goddddd...." Another orgasm struck the helpless heroine. The pain and the pleasure mixing in a incomprehensible combination. One did not go to the other, but they blended perfectly. She did not know where one started and the other stopped. She was in terrible pain, and yet so incredibly turned on, so excited.
Soon, Batgirl could not move anything but her head, which she slowly tossed back and forth as the ropes pulled her apart and drove her to orgasm after orgasm. Roger finally walked to her and stuck his dick in Batgirl's gasping mouth. She did not resist it or try to spit it out, but began to suck it eagerly, unaware of anything but her own sexual needs and torments. She was no longer Batgirl, or Barbara Gordon, she was a naked piece of flesh made of equal parts of pain and pleasure. She lusted for any sort of relief from her torture, even the momentary distraction of giving her captor a blow job. His hands moved across her arched body in front of him, her breasts stretched to almost invisiblity into her body, her stomach, taut and hard, the waist ropes cutting into her as the crotch rope continued to rise. She was going to die, she knew that. But, it no longer mattered to her. She was helpless to resist, and no longer wanted to.
Roger finally shot his load of cum into Batgirls mouth and she sucked him dry.
"Mmmmuuuummpppmmm" Batgirl moaned as she licked him dry. She was now just barely resting on the table by her shoulders, knees and her head. Again and again she came, her orgasms now racing through her, one after another, one would start before the last had ended, a continual barrage of intense pleasure. It was more than she could take and the world finally went peacefully black around her.
end chapter four