Batgirl Beyond

Chapter 1

Jessica Camden didn't like to take orders, especially from her stepfather. When he tried to order her around and berate her for her fashion sense, she stalked out of the house. She couldn't stand the man her mother married two years ago. It was only a few years after her father died when he came into her life and ruined what little sense of security she had. She could still remember the day her father left her as if it was yesterday. William Camden was a successful lawyer, and on a beautiful bright sunny afternoon at Gotham City Park, she watched as her father collapsed in a seizure.

It wouldn't have been so bad if he had just died quickly, but he lingered in a coma for weeks, until her mother mercifully allowed the doctors to remove the machines, which kept him alive artificially. In those few weeks, Jessica went from a happy, well-adjusted thirteen-year-old to an angry, morose stranger to her family and friends. Over the next few years, Jessica was accused of being a drug user, a criminal, an alcoholic, a nymphomaniac, and whatever else her stepfather could think of to explain her angry attitude towards him and the fact that she was gone for hours at a time during the night.

The only reason her mother and stepfather could not really make an issue of Jessica's whereabouts, was that one, they were afraid to alienate her any further, and two, she was able to maintain an 'A' average in school as well as keep up with her athletic activities. When her mother tried to get her coach to intervene, he begged off, citing the fact that Jessica was the best athlete in school history. Last but not least, like her deceased father, Jessica's mother and stepfather were both corporate lawyers, and the time they spent away from home left Jessica virtually alone much of the time.

What Jessica could ultimately never explain to her stepfather or her mother, was the real reason she was gone during those times. That she was Batgirl.

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On the day of her seventeenth birthday, Jessica had blown up once again at her mother and stepfather. This time over the short, slinky black dress she was going to wear on a date that evening. It was her first day after school had finally ended, and she had planned to celebrate with her boyfriend, Trey. Now everything was ruined, and she went to her room and sat down at her computer, putting on a headset and microphone so she could talk to her boyfriend in private without her parents overhearing. When his image appeared on the monitor when he answered on the other end, he could sense what she was going to say.

"Trey. We can't go out tonight." Jessica began to explain.

Trey looked away and sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

"I'm sorry." Jessica said.

"Look, Jess." Trey told her over the flat screen of her computer phone. "Maybe we shouldn't see each other anymore."

"Why? What are you saying?" Jessica exclaimed. "You want to break up with me?"

"Yea, well..." Trey began. "You're always busy and well..."

"What?" Jessica asked. "You want to see someone else?"

There was a long silence, and then Trey answered, "Maybe we should see other people."

"I can't believe you want to break up with me on my birthday." Said Jessica, as tears began to well up in her eyes. Deep down, she knew this was coming, but actually hearing it was something else. She wasn't prepared to feel this much pain and anger.

"I'm sorry." Trey offered in apology. "We can still be friends."

"You bastard!" Jessica snarled. "You guys are all the same!"

With that, Jessica clicked off, yanked her headset and threw it down on her desk. After several minutes of intense crying, she took a deep breath, stood up and went to the hidden compartment in her closet. There she removed her dress and but on her sleek black rubber suit and cowl which covered every inch of her slender body. Enclosed in parts of the suit were metallic Batarangs, grapples, and various other weapons, all designed to fight crime with the utmost efficiency. Her athletic body filled out the form-fitting suit to perfection, and the red bat emblem on her chest was accentuated by the round curvature of her supple breasts.

Tonight, Batgirl was going to find some criminals. And they were going to feel pain and suffering as well as no mercy. Hell hath no fury like a superheroine scorned.

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That evening, Jessica's mother Katherine and her stepfather Max were in bed together. It was an hour after Jessica had left, and they took the opportunity to spend some quality time together. Since they were both workaholics, it was rare that they had time to see each other, much less make time for any intimacy.

Jessica's mother, Katherine Allen, (who went back to her maiden name after she remarried instead of taking her new husband's name so as not to anger her daughter further) was certainly still beautiful for her age of 38. Tall and slender, with long brunette hair and a stunning face, she had met her first husband at the law firm where she started out as a legal secretary. William Camden was moving up quickly in the firm, and so Katherine pursued him, but William was resistant since he did not believe it was a good idea to get involved with someone at the firm. One evening, at the office Christmas party, they both drank too much and spent the night together.

Katherine discovered, quite happily, that she was pregnant with William's baby. William was angry at first, but finally relented to marry her. She knew there was resentment from William, as if she had tricked him into marrying her, but once the baby was born he seemed to ease into family life. Katherine left the firm, and raised their daughter at home until she got bored and decided to go back to work.

At her new law firm, she met Max Holden.

Max Holden lay back on the bed while he watched his beautiful wife bob her head up and down on his cock. She was a world class cock sucker, and he never grew tired of the way she performed her delicate oral pleasures on him. It was one of the reasons he had fallen so hard for her when they began their affair a few months after she had joined his firm. She was married, but working long nights together formed a bond between them that neither knew could never be broken.

Max knew he had to have her, but as long as she was married, she would never be completely his. And so, one afternoon, when Jessica was at school and they had a free afternoon, Max talked Katherine into stopping by her place so they could have a quick screw. Katherine was resistant at first, but Max was relentless, and she was feeling horny.

After a good hard fuck, Max left Katherine gasping on the bed and went to the bathroom. There he found William's stress medication. He opened and inserted an identical pill of his own making. The pill was coated with a chemical that would be undetectable in an autopsy, but lethal when mixed with the original medication. Enough to cause the kind of seizure that William ended up having that fateful day in Gotham City Park. Although Max never came right and said so, Katherine knew all along that he had something to do with William's death. She didn't love William anymore, and it was hard to act as if she was mourning his death. She nearly died herself when Max told her he wouldn't be able to see her for at least a year, so no one would suspect that either of them had anything to do with William's death.

No one was the wiser, and after a few years to be safe and not arouse any suspicion, Max and Katherine married. He finally had her, but there was one small fly in the ointment... her daughter Jessica.

Max pulled Katherine up towards him when he felt like he was about to come. She climbed on top and mounted him. As she began to rock back and forth on his lap, Max sucked and licked her luscious breasts. Katherine sighed and began to move faster. Almost every time they made love lately, max could not get the thought of Jessica out of his mind. She had antagonized him to no end, and something about her defiant attitude almost seemed to arouse him. She certainly had grown into a beautiful young woman, her body fully developed. When she walked around the house in her shorts, he couldn't help but notice the fine curvature of her thighs and calves as well as her pert pair of breasts moving under her thin t-shirts. He closed his eyes, and for a moment, it was Jessica that was on top, riding him.

Max blocked the thought out, and turned Katherine over so that she was on her back and he was on top. He began to nail her into the bed, and when he closed his eyes again, it was Jessica he was fucking. 'I'll teach you to defy me you little bitch.' He thought to himself. The thoughts made him angry, and he began to thrust deep and hard into Katherine, who welcomed his seemingly passionate thrusts.

"Oh, yes! Max!" Katherine moaned. "Fuck me! Harder! Yes! Unnnnnhhh!"

Max decided to try something different to get Jessica out of his mind, and whispered to Katherine, "Turn over."

Katherine, excited and aroused by his command and his forcefulness, quickly obeyed and rolled over onto her stomach. Max positioned himself behind her, lifted her hips up and inserted his hard shaft into Katherine's moist opening from behind. Once he filled her, Katherine let out a long groan, and Max began to pump her from the rear.

The more Max got into it, the more a vision of Jessica, sweating and moaning on her hands and knees before him, invaded his mind. The mother and daughter's voice were similar, and Max was startled when he swore it was Jessica scream out, "Fuck me Max!"

Max gave up and moved into the fantasy. He closed his eyes and rammed her hard, imagining that it was his stepdaughter he was fucking. He reached under to fondle her supple breasts, squeezing hard as he continued his thrusts. When he reached the pinnacle of intensity, Max grabbed her by the hair and pulled, grunting as he emptied his load deep inside her as she screamed in an orgasm of her own. Max continued driving her for several more seconds, until he was spent, finally dropping down on top of her back.

"Oh my God!" Katherine moaned with an ecstatic smile. "What got into you? You haven't fucked me like that since we first met."

Max rolled off of Katherine and lay on his back, still sweating and trying to catch his breath. He lied, saying. "I don't know. I guess you just inspired me tonight.

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Batgirl knew the best place to start was the old warehouse district. Despite Gotham City's best efforts to clean up the worst of the criminal element, there were always a few bottom feeders who were never able to escape the vicious circle of criminal life. These were the small time thieves and murderers who never failed to provide Batgirl with the opportunity to hone her crime-fighting skills. Sooner or later, she would elevate herself to the level of going up against the type of super villains that Batman was used to. Ever since she had seen a news story on Batman a few years ago, she had decided to emulate his tactics on her own. She knew enough to stay out of his way for now, but sooner or later they would meet, and they would either become allies, or independent crime-fighters. Either way, Batgirl's course in life was set. Ultimately, there was nothing else for her.

Like roaches coming out at night while the lights were off, so too were the gangs on the South side of Gotham City. Batgirl encountered a small group of one gang, who were collectively known as The Matrix. They were clothed in long black coats, gloves, dark goggles, leather pants, combat boots, and each of them topped off with identical spiked haircuts. They were currently terrorizing a night guard at an electronics warehouse.

Batgirl swooped down out of the night and landed several feet behind the group. One gang member heard her land behind them and turned, only to be met with a nose-breaking blow to the face. When he screamed, grabbing his nose while blood gushed from it, the others all turned at once.

"What the fuck?" One of the gang members exclaimed. "It's the Bat bitch!"

"Who wants me first?" Batgirl asked, daring them to charge her.

"I do!" Said one, pulling a solid chrome bar from inside his coat.

He twirled it around expertly and then swung in Batgirl's direction. She deftly sidestepped it and shot her forearm out, catching the thug in the elbow. When she heard the crunching sound of his elbow cartilage snapping, she knew he was going to scream. And scream he did as he went to his knees. With one swift lash with her foot, Batgirl smashed his jaw, the force spinning him around until he dropped face down, unconscious on the pavement as the bar rattled away.

Another Matrix member rushed Batgirl, fists swinging. Batgirl quickly put him out of his misery by dropping low and then giving him a sold punch to the groin as he came near. The hapless criminal let out a muffled grunt as the paralyzing pain engulfed him.

Next, two more attacked at once on either side of Batgirl. In the flash of an eye, she grabbed one by the wrist, twisted it until it broke and slung him towards the other, where the momentum and the impact laid both of them out flat.

It was down to two now. The larger of the two stepped forward. He was bulkier than the others were, and almost twice as wide in the upper torso. And he was deceptively quick. Feeling a bit too confident, Batgirl made the mistake of making the first move, and he snatched her wrists and pulled her up into the air off her feet. She kicked out at him with her powerful legs, but he twisted sideways and deflected most of her blows. With one swift motion, he crisscrossed his arms, turning her backwards towards him and then brought her arms down in front of her, and locked her up in a bear hug. He held her tight; long enough for the other gang member to rush forward and belt her across the jaw.

The blow stunned her and it was all she could do to remain conscious. Before he could land another blow, she lashed out a punishing kick to his stomach, doubling him over. Meanwhile, the thug who held her struggled to maintain his hold. He began to squeeze, trying to crush the air out of Batgirl, and may have succeeded but for the fact that her rubber suit was reinforced with a thin layer of protective Kevlar mesh within the inner and outer layers. Using her quick wits, she placed both feet on top of her captor's and used her thumb triggers to activate sharp spikes embedded in her heels. The spikes punched straight through the thick leather boots and into the hulking thug's feet. The pain was enough for him to loosen his hold as he screamed in agony.

Batgirl slipped from his grasp and used a battering array of punches and kicks to render the last of The Matrix gang members dazed and defeated. By now the security guard had called the Gotham City police, and as their sirens wailed in the night, Batgirl nodded at the guard, and disappeared in the darkness without a whisper.

As Batgirl returned home, the slight ache in her jaw was offset by the always-pleasant ache she felt in her muscles after a good workout. It was almost enough to dull the pain of her earlier breakup with Trey. The more she thought about, the more she convinced herself that it was for the best. She didn't need a guy getting in the way of her feelings... and her mission...as Batgirl. Being a teenager was hard enough as it was.

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Next day

Jeremy Harden watched his computer monitor with fascination. The video feed was dim, but the images were startling nonetheless. A few minutes recorded by a security camera at the Harden Electronics warehouse captured the entire encounter between Batgirl and the Matrix gang members. He had heard vague stories of Batgirl, and now the closest he had come to actually seeing her was this video.

'Incredible.' He thought to himself. 'If only...'

Jeremy turned from his computer desk and looked out across the spacious room. In the middle was a scaled down version of a medieval castle. Ever since he was a child, he had been fascinated by medieval times. Knights and castles, King Arthur, damsels in distress, and all that. It became such an obsession that much of the profits from his own Electronics Corporation went to acquiring the technology to recreate smaller versions of some of the most famous castles around the world. In the main office of his estate, Jeremy Harden had one such castle set up, elaborately laid out and decorated with items and furniture he had collected on his travels to Europe and shrunk down to size. Every item was authentic, down to the last brick and cup. All he needed was someone who could appreciate all the fine work he had put into it. It would be even better if one such person was seven inches tall; the exact size needed to fit the scale of the castle.

Jeremy had one such person in mind now, and all he had to do now was locate that special person... by any means necessary.

Chapter 2

Jeremy Harden was trying to figure out the quickest possible way to locate Batgirl when he remembered back several years before when the City of Gotham had contracted his electronics firm to install cameras throughout the city under the guise of traffic control. Citizens protested the cameras at City Council meetings, arguing that they were an invasion of their privacy, but the City assured them that it was only for traffic control, so fire and ambulance vehicles could respond to emergencies quicker.

Indeed the City Council failed to mention that the Gotham City Police Department had access to the cameras as well, so they could monitor potential criminal activity. All this did was drive only the bravest of gangs and criminals underground.

As contractor of the thousands of security cameras, it was Harden Electronics' job to keep up maintenance of the elaborate camera and computer system throughout the city. Each camera could be controlled individually by anyone with access codes to the main program.

Jeremy Harden sat in front of his own computer and typed in his own access code.

He scanned various images from the video capture made during Batgirl’s encounter, and programmed the cameras to search for any images that matched the basic shape of Batgirl.

He then programmed the computer to alarm him when any movement in the Gotham City streets matched those images. Then he went about his business in his office.

An hour later, the alarm went off, and Jeremy scrambled over to his computer. Quickly he programmed the computer to lock on to the images, which were now being fed through his computer monitor. Harden’s adrenaline began to pump and his heart pounded as he discovered that it was indeed Batgirl that the camera’s had located.

Automatically, they tracked her movements as she moved through downtown Gotham City, in a daisy chain sequence of camera movements and switches from one location to another. Each image was highlighted with the city street and camera location, making it easy for Harden to follow Batgirl’s route on the city map window in corner of the screen.

For the next two hours, Harden watched, fascinated as Batgirl went about her rounds. Running down a carjacker here or checking out a suspicious building there. Sooner or later, Harden thought, she would be heading home.

After 2:00 a.m. when Batgirl seemed satisfied for the evening that her crime fighting skills were no longer needed, she did indeed head home, and Harden followed her every mile of the way until Batgirl reached a row of townhouses in an older but wealthier area of Gotham City. Batgirl disappeared down a dark alley where no cameras could follow, but Harden had all he needed. A street, and the possibility of a dozen or so townhouses.

Harden began to enter the addresses into a database of city tax rolls, and down scrolled readout detailing incomes, occupations and family members for each of the townhouses. All but two were wealthy and elderly widows or couples. The remaining other two were professionals, a family of four, and a pair of lawyers with one child. The family of four had children of preschool age. The other family, the lawyers, had an only child. A teenager…a female.

There were three possibilities now: either of the mothers in the two families, or the teenager. He decided to research the daughter first. He tapped into the Gotham City news web page and discovered an abundance of information on one Jessica Meadow Camden. A scholar…honors…awards in athletics. There was a picture of her captured during one athletic event, her body stretched out, almost as if she were flying. Harden tapped a key on his computer and brought up one of the images from Batgirl’s encounter at his warehouse, and his heart jumped. The positions and shapes of the bodies in both video captures were nearly identical.

Harden smiled to himself. He had Batgirl’s identity. Now it was on to part two of his plan.

                                          *****

When Batgirl entered a secret passageway from the alley back up to her bedroom, she peeled off her costume and rubbed her muscles down. She always felt invigorated after a night of patrols, even if nothing of consequence really happened. It was the feeling of freedom and power that made her blood rush, and that feeling settled into quite a pleasant feeling of arousal as she slid under the sheets of her bed. She was too wound up to fall right to sleep, so she went through her nightly ritual of the one thing that always settled her down and relaxed her enough to slumber.

As Jessica cupped her breasts with one hand, the other slipped down over her stomach and between her legs. There, her fingers separated the tender folds of her trim vagina. Soon, she was writhing and breathing heavily, her hips rising upwards as her thighs and calves tensed up in response to the warm and wonderful sensations that she felt in her midsection. After a time, she was sufficiently wet inside, and her fingers slid in and out easily as she fantasized about her now ex-boyfriend Trey.

After nearly twenty minutes, she bit her lip, gasped and went rigid as a pulse pounding orgasm rolled through her body, and made every nerve come alive as she began to shiver with ecstasy. When the sensations began to die away, Jessica relaxed into a state of dreaminess, and fell promptly to sleep, totally unaware that her father-in-law had been watching through the door, hidden in the darkness of the hallway.

                                          *****

Occasionally, the best laid plans of mice and men become successful by the strangest of coincidences and circumstances. In the case of Jeremy Harden, it couldn’t have come under a more fortunate meeting. He had been searching for an expert legal team to represent him in the possible buyout of his company by the huge Wayne Powers corporation. So he contacted a local firm to request two certain attorneys whose specialty was corporate law, despite the howls from his own legal experts. He assured his top legal advisor that this was only a preliminary meeting and nothing else. Now, across the conference room table from him were the husband and wife team of Max Camden and Katherine Allen, the mother and stepfather of Jessica Camden…Batgirl.

He could hardly concentrate at all during the meeting. All he could think of was Batgirl, and how to get her into his possession. He was also mildly distracted by the very attractive Katherine Allen. Whenever possible, he would steal a glance at the curves of her generous chest, which begged to be touched and fondled through the sheer material of her blouse.

By the time the meeting wrapped up, Jeremy Harden was anxious, and as he led Max and Katherine toward the receptionist’s area to see them out, he told them, "I feel this has been a very productive meeting, and that you two will be perfect to handle this buyout. Now, I know this is short notice, but I would love to have you both come to my estate for the weekend. I believe it would be best if we got to know each other a little better, and under less formal circumstances, since we may be working long hours together on this situation. I understand you have a daughter. Please bring her along as well."

Max and Katherine looked at each other, each knowing what the other was thinking.

"Is there a problem?" Jeremy asked.

Max, who knew Jeremy Harden was not used to anyone turning down an invitation from him, finally uttered, "No problem at all, Mr. Harden. We’ll all be there."

"Very well then." Harden responded with a smile as he shook Max’s hand. "I’ll send a limousine for you around seven tomorrow evening?"

"That would be so nice." Katherine said, excited at the prospect, as she allowed Harden to gently shake her hand. "Thank you, Mr. Harden."

"Call me Jeremy." Harden said, as he looked deeply into Katherine’s eyes.

                                            *

Max and Katherine exited Harden’s corporate office and rode down the elevator into the parking garage in silence.

Once inside his car, Max exploded and slammed the door. "Holy shit!"

Katherine climbed in the car next to him and, trying to jump in before Max went off on one of his infamous rants, told him, "I know what you’re thinking…"

"There’s no way we’re taking that psychotic daughter of yours to this Harden's estate." Max shot back. "This is too important a client to lose if she decides to pull her usual attitude and ruin everything we’ve worked for."

"I’ll talk to her, Max." Katherine said as she slid close to her steaming husband. "We’ll work something out and it will be fine. I promise."

"Yeah, right! Good luck!" Max said as he shook his head in disgust.

Max was about to start the car when Katherine laid her hand on his thigh and whispered into his ear. "Calm down baby. You’re too tense."

Max stared straight ahead as Katherine began to give his ear a lick. He knew what was coming, and instead of starting the car, he mellowed somewhat as Katherine reached for his pants and opened them.

"I know how to make you relax." Katherine purred, giving Max a deep probe into his ear with her delicate tongue. Then she pumped his cock with her fist while she glanced around to make sure no one else was around in the parking garage, and then leaned down to take Max’s engorged cock past her full lips and into the warmth of her expert mouth.

Max groaned as Katherine buried her head in his lap and gave him some of her great head.

                                          *****

When Katherine arrived home early from the firm to make preparations for the trip that evening, she gave Jessica the news, and Jessica’s reaction was exactly as she had feared and expected. Katherine tried in vain to reason with Jessica, but her daughter refused to listen and stalked off in a huff to her bedroom.

Jessica threw herself on her bed and tried desperately to keep from crying. She felt as if her whole world were coming down around her. First, her boyfriend Trey had broken off their relationship, and now this: being forced to spend a weekend at the home of someone she didn’t even know and a man she despised, her stepfather. Who was going to patrol the streets of Gotham City if she was off on some stupid trip to help her parent’s careers?

She heard her stepfather arrive downstairs and knew that he and her mother were going to argue about her. She immediately got up and went to her computer and put her headset on so she wouldn’t have to listen to the arguing. When the music came on, it was a song that she had heard when she met Trey. As tears welled up in her eyes, she decided that she had to contact him, even though he was not returning her calls.

Jessica called up her e-mail and started to leave a video message when she sensed a person in the room behind her. She spun a round and saw her father-in-law standing at the door.

"Haven’t you heard of knocking?" Jessica said angrily as she pulled her headset off.

"Your mother says you don’t want to go with us on this trip this weekend." Max said.

"That’s right." Jessica responded. "I’m staying here."

"I don’t think so." Max replied evenly.

"What did you say?" Jessica asked incredulously.

"Pack a suitcase." Max told her. "A car is picking us up in one hour."

"I said I’m not going." Jessica shot back. "You can’t make me."

"I think I can." Max said with a stern tone in his voice. "You pack your suitcase, and when we get to where we’re going, you are going to be on your best behavior, or else."

Jessica dropped her jaw, and huffed defiantly. "Or else what?"

"Or else I tell your mother about that little incident that only you and I know about." Max said with a smirk.

Jessica froze as her heart leapt in her chest. She knew exactly what he was talking about. She had skipped school one day and had Trey over while her parents were at the office. Max had surprised them by coming home early that day and found the two of them having sex in her bedroom. If her mother had found out, she would have gone berserk and Jessica could have said ‘goodbye’ to ever seeing Trey again.

"You bastard." Jessica said angrily. "You said you wouldn’t tell."

"Well, I was just saving that information for just this sort of occasion." Max said.

"What if I tell her about the woman you were with last Thursday night." Jessica said, as she remembered a bit of information she had of her own.

This time it was Max whose heart seized up in his chest. How did she know? Max thought to himself as he realized she was talking about a young intern he was having an affair with. He fought down the rage he was starting to feel, and calmed down enough to respond, "That bitch is nothing to me. She’s just some little intern I fucked a few times. If you tell your mother, she’ll be angry at first, but I’ll tell her you’re just lying to make me look bad so you don’t have to go on this trip. She knows you hate me and would do something like that to ruin everything."

Jessica thought about it and realized that he was exactly right. Her mother was so enamored of this jerk that she would take his side over hers any day of the week. There was no time to get proof either.

"So, you’ve got thirty minutes to pack your shit and meet us downstairs." Max informed her. "Then we’re going to go over a few rules of behavior."

All Jessica could do was relent and go along with it. After he exited, she shut her eyes in anger and hate at that cocky son of a bitch, but she vowed that when she got back, things were going to change, no matter what. She was going to get rid of him once and for all.

                                          *****

They arrived by limousine at Harden's palatial estate later that evening. Once inside, the servants showed Jessica, Katherine and Max to their rooms. Then they were all seated for a late dinner promptly at 8:30. Jeremy Harden regaled the family with the history of his fortune and estate. He was a self-made billionaire of an Electronics empire that had reached global proportions. He no longer took an active part in the day to day running of the conglomerate, he left that to his CEO’s and board of directors. Occasionally he was called on to consult on certain projects since he still had the mind of a top engineer, but mostly he was semi-retired to pursue his hobbies, one of which was building miniature castles, painstakingly recreated brick by brick from the original source.

After dinner, he gave them a small tour of his home, and the last stop was his huge study, where one of his castles was on display for them to see. The scaled down castle took up most of the middle of the rather large room, and it stood nearly ten feet tall. It was the only time Jessica’s attitude had changed from mild, uncaring to sudden interest. Her eyes lit up at the detail and marvelous décor of the castle, even down to moat, which was filled with murky water and weeds. Harden noticed this with great interest.

"Wow!" Jessica exclaimed. "It’s beautiful. It would be awesome to see the inside!"

Very soon. Harden thought to himself, and smiled.

                                          *****

That evening, the four of them sat and talked by the immense fireplace in Harden’s gathering room, where Max and Katherine charmed their host while Jessica sat by in silence, occasionally speaking up only when asked a question.

After an hour or so of getting to know them, Harden ended the evening by excusing himself for the evening. "Well, I’m off to bed. Make yourselves at home."

"Thank you, Jeremy." Max said. "Goodnight."

"Yes. Goodnight, Jeremy." Katherine said. "We’ll be going to bed as well."

Before Harden went upstairs, he noticed the quiet Jessica, and told her, "Jessica, I hope you like horses. I’m going to have one of my stable men show you a riding trail, if you’d care to."

Jessica looked at Harden, and then at her mother, as if to seek approval. Her mother and Max only looked at her as if to say, ‘Answer him.’

"That’s sounds great." Jessica said with a semi-enthusiastic smile.

"Very well then." Harden said, and headed upstairs to his bedroom.

"Well, we’d all better get a good night's sleep." Max said evenly. "I’m sure it’s going to be a long day tomorrow."

With that, the three of them headed up to their immaculate guestrooms, almost getting lost on the way inside the huge mansion.

                                           **

From his bedroom, Harden stared at a bank of video monitors, watching his quests as they prepared for bed. He took special interest in Jessica, and then Katherine. The camera in Jessica’s room caught her as she undressed down to her panties. She slipped a tank top T-shirt over her head and tugged it down over her pert breasts before slipping under the sheets. Harden then turned to Max and Katherine’s room. Max was already in bed while Katherine had changed into a form fitting white lace nightgown. The hem came to mid thigh and Harden thought she looked spectacular in it. He watched as she sat at a boudoir, brushing out her long soft locks as she looked into the mirror, giving Max a sexy look that said, ‘I’m going to fuck your brains out tonight.’

Once she set the brush down, Katherine approached Max without a word, and then climbed on her knees at the foot of the bed and threw the comforter aside, exposing Max who was wearing only his boxer shorts. Katherine loved his silk boxers, and made a long teasing production of kissing first his feet, shins, knees and thighs until she was just above his waistband, and looked up at him with her bright brown eyes.

Max was extremely aroused and his member was straining at the silk material. He watched as Katherine, without a word, began nuzzling his erection, letting her silky hair fall down on his stomach, and giving him chills. She gave him a gentle nibble through the boxers, which made him hiss through his teeth. Katherine then began to kiss his stomach as she let her breast brush against his hardness.

It was almost too much to bear. Max groaned while Katherine took the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down with her teeth. He raised his pelvis upward to allow them to be removed, and now his shaft was free, throbbing with anticipation.

Harden watched with interest as Katherine began to pleasure her husband orally. His cameras were recording every movement and sound in the room from different angles, and he decided then and there, that he would have Katherine for himself, if only for one night.

After Katherine and Max made passionate love, they fell asleep in each other’s arms. Max opened a panel on a console by the monitors which was marked 'HVAC' and flicked a switch. Within minutes, an odorless gas seeped silently into the bedrooms of Max and Katherine, as well as Jessica’s. The gas was a mixture of ether with a hypnotic compound mixed in to allow Harden the unique opportunity to program his victims with deep sub-subconscious suggestions. After the allotted dose was given, Harden went downstairs to the kitchen, where his staff was finishing the last of the cleanup from dinner.

"Brady." Harden called to his head butler. "Just about done?"

"Yes, sir." Brady answered from his supervision. "We’ve just finished for the evening."

"I’d like you and the staff to take the weekend off." Harden informed him. "I’m going to be very busy with the new guests attending to legal matters and we’ll need the least amount of interruptions. All my calls will be forwarded to my office and I’ve already alerted gate security that I will be taking no visitors."

"I understand sir." Brady said without question. "Should I have the staff prepare some meals for the weekend?"

"That won’t be necessary." Harden answered. "We’ll fend for ourselves."

"Very good, sir." Brady said cheerfully. "We’ll be off to the servants quarters then."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight sir." Brady said, wondering for a moment why Mr. Harden would dismiss them from service like this; but only a moment. It wasn’t his place to question Harden.

                                          *****

When Harden made sure the air was cleansed and re-circulated with fresh oxygen, he entered the guest bedroom of Max and Katherine carrying a small oblong box about ten inches in length. In his other hand was a black metallic bracelet with a flat one-inch square device attached to it. He walked over to the bed and stood by the side Max was sleeping on, and set the wood box on the bed carefully. Then, in the dim light of the room, Harden strapped the bracelet around Max’s wrist and snapped it in place. The closure mechanism was of the type that could only be unlocked electronically. Max stirred slightly when the bracelet was in place, but the gas treatment kept him in a neutralized sleep-like state.

After Harden placed an electronic earpiece into Max’s right ear, he then leaned down to whisper a series of suggestions and instructions to Max, who only nodded his head in agreement. When Harden was satisfied, he then stepped back and removed a small remote control device from his pocket. He pressed a button, which brought up a red light atop the device. An electronic low to high pitch whine emitted from the box attached to Max’s bracelet as an LED readout of numbers scrolled rapidly on Harden’s remote device. When the numbers stopped, he tripped another button, and he watched in awe as Max’s form on the bed began to reduce in size. It never failed to amaze Harden what his technology was able to accomplish. Within seconds, Max was reduced to mere inches in size.

Harden smiled and delicately gathered Max’s sleeping form in one gloved and placed him in the cushioned wooden box. Now he would take Max to his new home, where he would be king of his own castle, among other things.

                                          *****

Jessica was in deep slumber, dreaming. In the surreal landscape that is all dreams, she is captured by a costumed figure. He bears the likeness of a villain who wreaked havoc in Gotham City of the late 1900’s, when her original heroine namesake Batgirl, first battled the evil forces with the Dark Knight and the Boy Wonder.

Now Jessica, as a new Batgirl, is trapped. The laughing clown, known long ago as The Joker, taunts her with lewd and suggestive remarks as he molests her bound form while suspended upside down by ropes. Batgirl cannot scream from behind the ball gag placed cruelly in her mouth. The clown cuts her down, and Batgirl falls. With her wrists and elbows still cinched tightly behind her back, the clown takes her by the ankles and spreads her legs apart.

Batgirl is helpless as The Joker takes a straight razor and begins cutting her costume away. He laughs maniacally as he exposes Batgirl’s sex, and she strains desperately at her bonds as The Joker begins to touch her. Her hips grind in resistance as her evil captor cups her between the legs, inserting a purple gloved finger, and grinning lasciviously.

Batgirl shuts her eyes and tries to scream, but the gag only allows a whimpering, pained, "Mmmmmmph!" When she opens her eyes again, she expects the worst, but incredibly, The Joker is peeling away his face like a mask. Underneath, a new face is exposed.

It is her stepfather, Max Holden. And his grin sends shivers through her spine.

                                            *

The nightmares were caused by a combination of teenage stress, in addition to the seeming withdrawal her mind and body experienced from not going out on regular night patrol as Batgirl. What Jessica was also unaware of, was that Harden was now in her room to prepare her for reduction. He stepped over quietly and sat on the bed next to her, and turned away the sheets to reveal her lithe slumbering body. As the glow from the moon lit the room in a bluish hue, Harden could not help but run his hand up and down Jessica’s toned legs. She was going to be perfect for his little castle game of Gods and Monsters. But first, he had to prepare her mentally.

Harden placed an earpiece in Jessica’s aural cavity, and began the process of instructions and commands that would prevent her from going into shock once she realized she was miniaturized.

Previous experiments of this nature ended with disastrous results and Harden was taking no chances. The safest way was to brainwash his subject to accept the fact that they were only inches tall. The earpiece that he spoke into was a combination neural transmitter to continually brainwash his subject, and a communication device, so that Jessica would be able to hear every word of her captor while she was in the castle. Once inside, she would not see Harden unless she escaped, and even then she would only see him through a thick plastic dome which covered the small-scale castle where the game would take place.

Now Harden was finishing his instructions, and his question was simple. "Jessica, did you bring your costume? I really hope you did."

Jessica, despite her hypnotic state, twitched at the question. Her basic instincts at keeping her secret were hanging by thread, and it took some effort to finally respond.

"Yes." She murmured, barely audible in the quiet room.

"Would you get it and put it on please?" Asked Harden, barely containing his excitement.

Jessica nodded and stirred, her eyes half closed as she went to her closet where her bag was stored. She opened the garment bag and felt inside for a secret compartment. From there, she retrieved a black zippered pouch and used a hidden key to unlock it.

Harden turned on a nearby lamp, and watched as Jessica unrolled the costume inside the huge walk-in closet. After removing her T-shirt and panties, she slipped on pair of sports briefs, and then began to slide her legs into the bottom part of the costume, smoothing the material as she brought up like she had done hundreds of times before. The slick black costume hugged her body tight, and after placing her arms inside, she brought the pointed-eared cowl over her head until every inch of her body was covered in black.

Batgirl turned to the doorway of the closet, facing Harden and now awaiting instructions.

"Give me your hand." Harden said.

Batgirl lifted her hand up and allowed Harden to strap a device to wrist. After he locked it in place, he stepped back and told her, "Please close your eyes and stand perfectly still."

Batgirl did as she was told, and waited. She heard a low electronic whine, which then grew to a high pitch. Suddenly her body felt as if it was weightless, like she was falling. She felt nauseated as air blew past her face, and when it stopped, Batgirl passed out.

Harden looked down at the floor of the closet. He was slightly concerned when Batgirl crumpled in a small heap to the floor after her miniaturization, but it was normal. She would be out for awhile as her body adjusted to the effects of her new size. He gathered the tiny costumed figure in the palms of his hands and carried her to his study where he had his castle prepared. When she awoke, she would be totally conscious, and almost completely back to normal mentally. Then the fun would begin.

That would be about six hours from now. While he waited for Batgirl to awaken, rested and ready for battle, Harden would have some time to kill.

His mind wandered back to the guest bedroom of Katherine Allen.

Chapter 3

The following contains adult material and should be read by mature audiences only.

Jeremy Harden placed the small figure of Batgirl inside the drawbridge gate of the castle and then carefully closed her inside. She would be unconscious for a few more hours, so Harden took the time to check over all the preparations for the game that would begin once Batgirl awoke. He sat down at a control panel facing a bank of video monitors. Each screen gave a different view of a room within the castle via fiber optic cameras. There were a total of 400 in the entire castle; each activated by motion detection devices or by remote control. Everything, including doors to secret passageways, the drawbridge, gates and other mechanical devices were under Harden’s control via a computer program which in turn was connected to a virtual reality visor which he was now placing over his eyes.

From his viewpoint, Harden was now inside the castle, looking out from the helmet visor of a Black Knight. He tested the arm motion, swinging a mace in one hand and a sword in the other. There were other miniature machines in the castle as well. Some of them under his control, while others were independent.

Harden spent hundreds of hours perfecting the game, using the robotics technology from his electronics company to build mechanical androids and reducing them to miniature size. Each of them was programmed for certain actions in order to do battle with each other, and this would be the first time an actual human would enter the game as a player. This time, however, the player would have to do battle with all of the others.

Harden smiled. Everything was in perfect order. All that was needed now was his new player, Batgirl, to awaken from slumber. He looked at his watch and remembered his other guest, Katherine. He almost forgot about her from all his giddy excitement, and so he arose from the control panel and headed for the guest room wing of the mansion.

He entered Katherine’s room and found her still asleep as he had left her earlier. After turning on the bedside lamp so that he could look at her slumbering form, he sat down next to her on the bed, and stroked her long brown curls, which fell about the pillow. She was absolutely perfect. From her long toned legs, slim waist, generous chest, and angelic face, Katherine was the epitome of womanhood. Harden thought to himself that he could spend hours just looking at her, but as her chest rose and fell softly, Harden became increasingly aroused. From the first time he had seen her picture, and reinforced by their first meeting at his office, Harden knew he had to have her.

Katherine felt a hand on hers, and stirred. She was in the dreamlike state between sleep and waking, and thought that it was Max who was holding her hand. She squeezed back with her fingers and smiled as she sighed with her eyes still closed.

Harden was thrilled. He loved the way she smiled in her sleep, and leaned down to kiss her exposed neck, which caused Katherine to grin even wider.

“Ummmmm. Max.” Katherine whispered sleepily.

“It’s not Max, I’m afraid.” Harden whispered back into her ear as he kissed her there.

Katherine’s eyebrow wrinkled and her grin vanished. Where was Max? He was in her bed when she went to sleep. Who was this? All of these questions came and went, but her natural instinct to panic and wake up was gone. All she knew was that there was someone new in bed with her, and then she vaguely remembered being at the home of Jeremy Harden. But why was he in her bed now?

“What are you doing here?” Katherine asked, still half asleep.

“I’ve come to make love to you, Katherine.” Harden informed her as he continued to kiss her neck and ears.

Katherine, despite being married and in love with another man, could not bring herself to resist Harden’s actions or words. In fact, there was a part of her that was beginning to enjoy this new intimate attention. The warm breath on her neck was giving her chills and she started to curl up.

Finally her basic instinct, floated up from her consciousness, and she murmured, “Jeremy, you can’t do this. I can’t…I’m married. If Max finds out…”

“Max will never find out, Katherine.” Harden said while he let one hand slide over her left bosom, grazing her now erect nipple with his fingertips through the lace material.

Katherine sighed and arched her back up at Harden’s touch. The touch of his fingers on her nipple gave her a thrill, and she wanted to give in, but Max was still on her mind.

“I only want you for one night, Katherine.” Harden told her. “Just one night.”

“I…don’t…” Katherine began to gently protest, but then she felt Harden take one of her breasts in his palms and gently squeezed it. This made her moan deeply while she stretched and squirmed her lithe body around on the satin sheets. His hand, his mouth on her neck, his words; were all breaking down her resistance toward him. Little by little, she was giving in to his induced seduction. Max or no Max, she could not resist this strange and wonderful sensation, and she let her hands reach up to embrace him.

Harden smiled to himself. He had her now. And so he slid onto the bed, shedding his clothes until he was lying in bed with Katherine, entwined in her embrace. He kissed her fully on the lips, and they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues. Harden became increasingly aroused, but he did not want to rush. He wanted to make this experience last as long as possible. Harden could have just about any woman in the world, and he even had his share of expensive world class call girls, but there was something about this woman that drove him to an intense arousal that he had never experienced. The combination of her being married, her intelligence, as well as her beauty, all combined to make her a goddess in his eyes, and so he savored every moment with her.

Katherine spent the next two hours satisfying the every whim of her new lover. She eagerly and swiftly obeyed his every command and suggestion, only pausing to change positions. She had never felt such a strong sexual desire for anyone, including her first husband, and despite his sexual prowess, Max didn’t come close to pleasing her like Jeremy did. Just his touch drove her to heights of erotic intensity, and her body was frequently ravaged by waves of orgasmic pleasure as she gave up her body to him. Their lovemaking culminated with Katherine on her knees, with her hands on the ornate oak headboard to brace herself as Jeremy kneeled behind her and entered her from behind.

As Harden began to slowly pump her from behind, he reached up for her full breast and fondled them, as Katherine gasped and sighed with pleasure. She met his long strokes by moving her hips back and forth in rhythm with his, and savored the sensation of his shaft as it filled her deep. Soon, they were both rocking in unison, increasing speed and intensity little by little until Harden was driving into her deep and hard with each of his quick thrusts causing Katherine to gasp and moan louder and louder.

Katherine’s sensual moans were driving Harden wild with sexual fury. With one hand firmly grasping a jouncing breast, and the other tangled within her curly locks, he began to grunt as he fucked her even deeper and harder.

“Yes!” Katherine gasped in wild abandon, as she tossed her head around and arched her back. She felt like a wild animal, every muscle and nerve in her body tensed up to the extreme. “Fuck me! Don’t…stop…fucking…Unnnnnnnngh!”

Finally, Katherine’s pleading drove Harden over the edge. He was struggling to catch his breath, but he was past the point of stopping. He didn’t dare pause from his thrusting, and even Katherine was beyond the breaking point. With a long groan, Harden began to come inside her tight, wet walls, slamming harder with increasing intensity as he gritted his teeth and yanked her head back until her back was nearly u-shaped. Katherine let out a high pitched squeal of pleasure as her body shook with multiple orgasms.

The two lovers continued on for several more seconds until they were spent, gasping for air as they slowly dropped to the sheets, one on top of the other, and then sideways in a spooned position. They continued breathing heavily until they both fell fast asleep.

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The Next Morning

Batgirl awoke slowly. It took her several minutes to get her bearings as she leaned up on one elbow and took in her surroundings. The first thing that startled her was that she was on the bricked floor of a strange room. The light came from a torch that did not appear to be giving off a normal flame, and for a moment she thought it was fake.

Her confusion by the flame’s appearance was brief when she also realized that she was wearing her Batgirl costume. All at once, adrenaline flooded her veins and she stood up in alarm. Where was she? What had happened?

She thought back to the last thing she could remember, which was lying down for a moment on the bed in her guest bedroom to think about her boyfriend Trey. She was in Jeremy Harden’s home the night before. How did she end up here? And how did she end up wearing her costume?

Batgirl had a vague memory of putting it on, and the strange feeling that someone had been watching her, but who was it? Never mind that now. Batgirl thought. I have to figure out where I am. As she looked around the room, something was familiar about it. Another vague memory flooded up and then something struck her.

A castle! The walls were heavy stone blocks…the kind she had seen…where?

And all at once it came to her. The night before, Jeremy Harden had shown her a small- scale castle with incredible detail, displayed in the middle of his study.

Batgirl was suddenly startled by a voice behind her.

“Good morning, Batgirl.” The voice greeted her. “I hope you slept well.”

Batgirl turned in a flash and found herself face to face with a…rabbit?

The rabbit, whose facial features were very similar to Jeremy Harden, gave a slight bow. “Let me introduce myself. I am Jerhar. I will be your guide on your new journey.”

“What is all this?” Batgirl asked, confused by this charade. Although the rabbit looked like Jeremy Harden, it was also humanoid in appearance and stood on two legs, and wearing a purple robe. If I didn’t know better, Batgirl thought, I’d think I was dreaming.

“Let’s just say it will be a test of sorts.” The rabbit Jerhar replied.

“What kind of test?” Batgirl shot back. “Where am I?”

“You are in my domain.” The Jerhar answered with a strange smile. “And your test will be one of intelligence, strength, stamina, and skill.”

Jerhar pointed a white paw to a set of double wooden doors. “When you pass through that portal, you will begin your journey. Throughout this castle are five obstacles. Pass each one of them and you will reach your final destination. Simple.”

“What kind of obstacles?” Batgirl asked cautiously. She didn’t like the sound of this whole thing. She wanted answers and she wanted them now.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out, Batgirl.” Jerhar laughed. “The sooner you begin, the sooner you’ll reach your destination…if you can, of course.”

“What makes you think I’ll do this?” Batgirl asked defiantly as she posed in an intimating stance, as if to challenge her host.

“You don’t have a choice, Batgirl.” The wizard smiled. “In case you haven’t fully realized it, you are now seven inches tall, and you are trapped inside my castle. The only way you will return to normal size is to defeat your obstacles and reach your final destination.”

“Are you insane?” Batgirl asked in dismay. “This is impossible!”

“Hardly.” Jerhar mused as he twitched his whiskers and pulled out a pocket watch. “But I won’t go into a long explanation of how you came to be here. Time is of the essence.”

Just then the doors swung open to reveal a long hallway towards the interior of the castle. In a flash, Jerhar raced with speed down the hall and disappeared.

Batgirl was stunned. Am I dreaming? She pinched herself to make sure and felt the slight pain through her costume. I can’t believe this. Now what do I do?

She decided there was only one thing she could do; she would follow the lead of her “guide” and explore the castle. What she was not looking forward to were these mysterious obstacles the rabbit mentioned. Batgirl took a deep breath, looked around one last time, and entered the hallway.

Before she could even take two steps, the floor suddenly tilted at an angle, severe enough so that Batgirl fell unceremoniously onto her firm rump and began to slide down the long hallway. She was about to reach for her Batarang, and discovered her utility belt was missing. Now all she had was her strength and wits as the rabbit had said.

Batgirl slid helplessly until she reached an ornately decorated room at the bottom of the slide. She tumbled forward and rolled up into a fighting stance, ready for whatever was waiting. What she found instead was at once strange and completely harmless.

A smiling cat looked down at her from atop a high bookcase.

“Hello.” The cat greeted her as it twitched it’s striped tail lazily.

Batgirl did not answer. She was fascinated by something so unique as a grinning cat. The teenage girl in her was enthralled by the colorful and seeming gentle animal.

“I have a friend I’d like you to meet.” The cat told her, and then looked toward an archway into the room. Batgirl was stunned as a figure appeared there.

It was an ancient Japanese Samurai warrior dressed in full battle regalia and armed with swords. She could not see the face through the vented mask, but there was glint of eyes behind it, and as the Samurai stepped into the room in a menacing stance, Batgirl thought to herself, This must be my first obstacle.

The cat spoke a Japanese phrase to the Samurai, and in turn, the Samurai issued a battle cry as it raised a sword ceremoniously with both hands, lining it vertically with Batgirl's ready form. Batgirl groaned inside and wondered how difficult it would be to fight something like this without a weapon of her own. She eyed the razor-edged glint of the Samurai sword and knew at once that her main goal would be to avoid that blade.

In a flash, the Samurai was upon her, and Batgirl used her athletic skills to flip backwards to avoid the slashing blade. The battle was on. Nothing in her training and crime fighting prepared her for the swift onslaught of her attacker. It took every ounce of energy and skill to keep away from him while trying to figure out a counter attack before she was sliced to ribbons.

Finally, she found her opportunity as the Samurai backed her into a corner near one of the torches, which was mounted upon a tall iron stand. She grabbed the long pole of the torch stand in both hands and brought it up to use as a defensive weapon. The samurai brought his blade down while Batgirl was backed against the wall, and sparks flew as the steely edge of his sword collided with the pole. Incredibly, a notch was hacked into the iron. This won’t last long. Batgirl thought.

The Samurai reared the sword back to strike again. Batgirl, in one swift motion, swung the pole around and caught the Samurai broadside in the ribcage with the torch end of the pole. Quickly, the wicker type material of the Samurai’s battle uniform caught fire. As the Samurai was distracted for a moment by the flame, Batgirl quickly leaped aside to avoid another blow. The sword impaled a wooden table, narrowly missing Batgirl.

Batgirl was stunned, watching as the Samurai ignored the consuming flame now engulfing his torso. The stuck sword was left behind and another was brought out. She wondered how long he would fight before the fire overcame him, but the thought was quickly erased as the flaming Samurai was upon her once again.

The Samurai cornered her yet again in the small room, and there was no visible means of escape. All Batgirl could do was hold the pole up in defense and pray that it would hold together. The sword sliced downwards and split it in two with a shower of sparks. The heat was intense as Batgirl fell backwards into a corner from the force of the blow.

Finally, here it was. The Samurai before her, now fully engulfed in bright flames. She knew it had her and watched as the sword was brought up ceremoniously. This was all Batgirl needed. She grabbed the edge of the thick rug at her feet and pulled with all her might. With that, the Samurai tumbled backwards, landing on his back and spreading the flames out. Batgirl used the brief respite to leap up and dash across the room to grab the other impaled sword. She watched over her shoulder as the undaunted Samurai slowly arose from the floor and began to come toward her.

Batgirl braced a boot on the edge of the table and yanked as hard as she could on the sword handle until she could feel it finally loosen. Moments before the Samurai closed in to attack, Batgirl finally pulled the sword free, and in one quick motion, spun around with the sword with her eyes closed, only wanting to strike at something, anything.

Batgirl felt a slight give in the sword, and when she came to a stop, fully expecting to be cut in two, she finally let out a breath and opened her eyes. She looked up to see the Samurai still standing before her, with the sword horizontal at the hip as if bracing to strike at her midsection. It was motionless, with the flames now burning to full intensity.

The only thing different now was that the Samurai was missing his head. Batgirl turned her head slowly to one side and saw the helmet and it’s contents coming to a rolling stop against the tapestry of one wall.

Horrified and tense from the horrendous battle, Batgirl slowly began to relax.

“Bravo, Batgirl!” Came a voice from above. It was the striped cat. “You’ve passed your first obstacle. Now it’s time to continue your journey. Goodbye.”

Suddenly the floor opened up beneath Batgirl, and with her sword still in hand, she slid down a slippery chute into yet another room, this one much more elaborate and ornately decorated with Elizabethan furniture, and made to seem larger by the floor to ceiling gilded mirrors.

Batgirl barely had time to gather her senses from the disorienting free slide when she heard the clink of plates. She looked up was amazed to see a large mouse seated at a table, seeming to be enjoying a cup of tea.

“Welcome to the tea party.” The mouse said. “Our other guest will be arriving shortly.”

“Guest?” Batgirl asked. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her. Her adventure was getting more curious by the moment. At least this mouse looked harmless.

“Won’t you sit down and have a spot of tea?” The mouse inquired.

“No thanks.” Batgirl said. “What I’d like is to get out of this nightmare.”

Just then a panel in one wall spun 360 degrees, and when it stopped, a woman of incredible beauty and intensity stepped off the revolving platform and into the room.

Batgirl took one look at her outfit and swallowed. She was dressed from head to toe in a dark green Dominatrix outfit, complete with corset, garters, stockings, soft leather knee high boots with stiletto heels, elbow length kid gloves, and a spiked collar around her slender neck. Her bright red hair fell about her soft shoulders and down her back, barely touching the small of her back. Her green eyes flashed above her high cheekbones, and when she arched an eyebrow and parted her thick glossed lips in a smile, Batgirl shivered.

Batgirl thought it was the sort of smile certain women have when they are about to do something quite evil and nasty. This thought was reinforced when Batgirl noticed the woman’s lengthy whip, which was coiled in one gloved hand.

“Hello, Batgirl.” The woman said in a demure, sultry voice. “Welcome to my little party.”

With that, the woman let the whip uncoil in her hand, and with a slight flick of her wrist, she gave it a good loud snap, which made Batgirl wince.

“My name is Charisma.” She said with a grin. “I’ll be your mistress for the evening.”

End of Part 3

Chapter 4

The following contains adult material and should be read by mature audiences only.

Jeremy Harden was enthralled. His game of Gods and Monsters was going better than he had ever anticipated. He only wished he had thought of this sooner. Having a real live participant, especially one as skilled as Batgirl, was magnificent to watch.

Batgirl had quickly defeated the first obstacle, which he certainly expected. The Samurai was one of his original androids and its skill was hardly up to speed with his newer models, one of which Batgirl was now meeting for the first time.

Her name was Charisma, and she was modeled after a dominatrix he once had the pleasure of frequenting on one of his excursions to Europe for castle research.

Now Jeremy watched excitedly, wearing the virtual reality goggles, which now gave him control over the tea-sipping mouse currently in one of the castle’s dining rooms with Batgirl and Charisma. He couldn’t wait to see what would happen now.

“Don’t come any closer.” Batgirl warned the approaching and smiling redhead, holding up the samurai sword still clutched in her hand.

Charisma gave a soft laugh and popped her whip again. This was just enough of a distraction for the mouse to sneak up behind Batgirl and smash an empty teapot upon the back of her head. It wasn’t enough to knock her out, but it was enough to make her dazed and disoriented. When she dropped the sword, Charisma was upon her, taking her whip and wrapping it twice around Batgirl’s neck. She yanked the stunned heroine over to the dining room table and bent her over the top at the waist, trapping her against the edge of the table by pressing her hips up firmly against Batgirl’s as she struggled from being choked by the whip. While the mouse watched with whisker-twitching amusement, Charisma used the thin end of the whip to swiftly bind Batgirl’s wrists up behind her, bent at the elbows and pulled up snug toward her neck.

As Batgirl tried to recover her senses, Charisma flipped Batgirl over on the long table and continued her expert art of bondage with the rest of the whip. She slipped it between Batgirl’s legs so that when she brought it back up the front of her torso, the whip dug into the fold of her labia through the material of her flexsteel costume.

Charisma wrapped the whip once across the teen heroine’s heaving chest, tied a cross knot between her breasts, and then took the whip’s handle and pulled a leather sleeve off of it, revealing a rather large rubber penis gag within.

“Open wide.” Charisma said with glee as she stuffed the rubber object into Batgirl’s mouth before Batgirl could even begin to protest.

“Arrummph! Unnnggggh! Mmmmmmph!” Was all Batgirl could muffle as Charisma took two attached leather tassels and tied off the gag snugly behind her groggy head.

“There.” Charisma said satisfactorily, holding her squirming captive firmly by the hips on the table as she admired her own handiwork. “How does my little pet look now?”

The mouse gave an approving squeak, and watched as Charisma took a tiny spray bottle from the bosom of her corset and pulled Batgirl up into a sitting position on the table.

“I want you to try my new perfume, Batgirl.” Charisma said demurely as she held the spray bottle in front of Batgirl’s now stunned face. “It’s a wonderful new fragrance I call ‘Obedience’. I think you’ll enjoy its rather subtle scent.”

With that, Charisma pumped the spray bottle once, and emitted a fine mist over Batgirl’s face. Batgirl shut her eyes and held her breath, trying not to inhale the substance, knowing it was probably some kind of toxic fume or sleeping gas, but it was indeed like perfume, and it’s rather pleasant odor still lingered when she finally gave up and breathed in through her nose. All at once she felt a euphoric and captivating feeling starting to overcome her. It was if her thoughts and will were being melted away from her mind, and soon she was beginning to feel rather…aroused?

“Now, let’s begin our lessons shall we?” Charisma said as she grasped the rope at Batgirl’s chest and pulled her to her feet and led her into the middle of the room. She stepped back and then walked slowly around her new plaything, eyeing her posture.

Batgirl, dazed and confused by her new predicament, was somewhat tense in anticipation of what her captor was planning for her. At the moment, she felt helpless to resist whatever this captivating woman had in mind for her. It was as if her mind was fighting against her natural instinct to fight out of her current situation. What was happening?

“Tsk. Tsk. This won’t do at all.” Charisma said with a shake of her head. “Mouse, bring my riding crop.”

The mouse quickly jumped and obeyed. It knew never to question the mistress. And soon, a long, black leather, riding crop was produced from a cabinet stocked with all sorts of cuffs, whips and chains. The mouse handed it to Charisma with its head bowed.

Charisma took the crop and paced around the frozen form of Batgirl, who was eyeing the riding crop as the dominatrix whipped it up and down, making a whistling sound with it. Batgirl began to shiver slightly as Charisma circled nearer and nearer, never taking her eyes off Batgirl's face.

“Your posture is unacceptable, my pet.” Charisma said, and then shocked Batgirl by swatting her hard on her firm ass. “Stand up straight!”

“Ummmmp!” Batgirl gasped, not so much from the slight pain, but by the suddenness of the blow. Her bottom tingled and for reasons she could not understand, she tingled between her legs as well.

“Chin up!” Charisma ordered, and swatted Batgirl again, this time on the thigh.

Batgirl winced and tensed up as she gave a soft squeal. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a little from fear, but largely from excitement. She couldn’t believe that the cruel treatment of this woman was arousing her. Surely this wasn’t happening.

“Put your feet together. Back straight. I want those perky breasts pointing straight out.” Charisma barked as she whispered another blow across her quivering buns.

Batgirl fought the commands, and only stared at her tormentor defiantly, as if daring her to hit her again. Charisma grinned, gleeful inside at the insolent response of the masked heroine. Oh, how she was going to love breaking this one.

“Disobedience is not an option my pet.” Charisma purred. “You’ll learn that it’s best to obey your mistress Charisma.”

“Nnnnmmmph!” Batgirl tried to respond with the penis gag placed firmly in her mouth.

“How dare you.” Charisma said as her eyes narrowed. “Mouse, bring my ‘tamer’ at once!”

The mouse scampered quickly to the cabinet and retrieved an evil-looking cat-o-nine-tails. Charisma tossed her riding crop aside and snatched the whip from his paws.

“I’ll teach you to defy me!” Charisma snarled as she grabbed Batgirl, using the whip where it was inserted near Batgirl’s mouth as a handle to pull her across the room to where there was a round column with chains and collars attached to it at the bottom and neck high.

Batgirl struggled and resisted in vain as Charisma took the collar and placed it around the resistant teen’s slender neck. The chain was only so long so that Batgirl was pressed up against the column, and could now feel Charisma placing smaller collars around her ankles until she was cinched up firmly against the cold column. She was now completely helpless.

Without a word, Charisma flicked the tails to spread them out, and then paused. She eyed Batgirl from behind as the helpless heroine squirmed against the pole. Then with a skillful flick of the wrist, Charisma lashed out with the cat-o-nine tails.

The first lash struck with sharp slap across Batgirl’s back. It caught her by surprise and she let loose with a muffled scream of surprise. “Uuuuuuuuuummmmph!”

Before Batgirl could even prepare herself for the next blow, Charisma struck again, this time across the back of her thighs and ass, making them quiver in response. Batgirl’s was wide-eyed with excitement and fear as Charisma rained blow after blow on her tensed and squirming form. As she felt each one, which really did no real harm through her flexsteel costume, her body screamed with adrenaline and increasing arousal. It was like being tickled and shocked at the same time, and the length of whip still digging between her labia was rubbing her to even more excitement as she squirmed from the whipping.

Charisma was clearly enjoying herself, eyes wide with excitement and a cruel grin across her now flushed and beautiful face. When she finally felt Batgirl had had enough, she stepped close to inspect her plaything, and discovered that Batgirl was breathing heavily, nostrils flaring and perspiring from the ordeal. She sounded…almost orgasmic.

“If I didn’t know better, I would swear you were enjoying this.” Charisma laughed as she leaned close and gave Batgirl a wet lick with her tongue across the teen’s flushed cheek.

Batgirl responded by wincing and moaning. “Ummmm! Mmmmmm!

“Now, are you ready to obey?” Charisma asked. “Or would you like another lesson?”

“Mmmmph! Erummm!” Batgirl quickly replied with her stuffed mouth as she shook her head ‘no’ in response to the last question.

“Are you saying no, you’re not ready to obey? Or no to another lesson?” Charisma asked, cruelly trying to confuse and torment the shivering heroine. “Which is it?”

Batgirl desperately tried to make herself understood, whimpering. “Unnnn! Ummmm!”

“I thought so.” Charisma grinned as she began to unhook the chain to Batgirl’s studded collar and released her ankles from the column. She kept Batgirl’s ankles chained only a short distance apart so that the costumed heroine was only able to take tiny tiptoe steps as Charisma turned her around toward the middle of the room.

“Now, walk to over to that spot, back straight like I told you.” Charisma ordered.

Batgirl quickly complied, fearful and obedient as she tried to keep her balance and posture erect. Charisma, charmed by her captive’s swift response to her commands, stepped up face to face with Batgirl. “Very good, my pet. I see you take orders very well. What a pity, though, I was hoping for a little more defiance so that I could train you some more.”

Batgirl had never been in such an intense and helpless situation. She had to think of something to escape. Thankfully, the ‘perfume’ seemed to be wearing off after her ordeal with the whip, but she did not want to let her captor know that. Quickly her mind churned.

“Ummmmm!” Batgirl whimpered, as she gave Charisma a pitiful look with her eyes, as if she were desperately pleading to be let free from her torment.

“Do you wish to say something, my pet?” Charisma inquired.

Batgirl nodded meekly, and with a satisfied smile, Charisma untied the tassels from behind Batgirl’s cowl and then removed the stifling penis gag. She then used the moist tip to push Batgirl’s head up by the chin and told her, “Speak, my pet.”

“Please, untie me.” Batgirl said.

“Address me as Mistress.” Charisma snapped.

“Mistress. Please untie me.”

“Why should I do that?” Charisma asked with a haughty laugh.

“So that I…may…pleasure you.” Batgirl whispered as she tried to catch her breath.

Charisma arched an eyebrow and gave a knowing half smile of delight. “Oh, my. It seems my perfume has finally had the desired effect. Well then, my little bat, let us retire to my boudoir so that we can have a little more privacy.”

They left the mouse behind to his tea, and Batgirl was led out of the dining room and down a short hallway to a staircase leading up. There was no way Batgirl would be able to climb with her ankles hobbled with the short chain, so Charisma removed it. When they arrived in Charisma’s decorous bedroom, she shoved Batgirl onto her large round bed and began to untie the laces of her satin panties to remove them. As Batgirl watched in helpless fascination, Charisma took her time removing the rest of dominatrix outfit. She then took her place at the head of the bed in a sitting position with huge pillows behind her back and her long legs spread apart in invitation. Without a word, she pulled Batgirl towards her and planted her lips on the surprised heroine’s mouth to kiss her while she explored with her tongue.

Batgirl was overwhelmed. She tried to pull away, but the mistress held her tight. The longer she was kissed, the more her resistance broke down, until Batgirl was virtually melting in Charisma’s arms. She had never been kissed like this before, even from her boyfriend Trey. The increasing arousal she experienced was at odds with the natural instinct of repulsion of being kissed by another woman. What was even more mind numbing, was that this woman was not even human, but the way the warmth and feeling roiled inside her, Batgirl could not even tell the difference. All she knew was that she was helpless to resist the charms of Charisma.

When they finally broke from their long kiss, Charisma stared into Batgirl’s eyes and whispered, “If I loosen you a bit, do you promise to be good and obey?”

Batgirl nodded and said softly. “Yes, mistress.”

Charisma took her time and unraveled the whip around Batgirl’s neck and then unwrapped it from around her chest and between her legs. Then, in an expertly intricate way, which amazed Batgirl while she watched, Charisma switched Batgirl’s wrists from behind her back to the front and then tied the handle end to the bedpost above her head. Incredibly, Charisma had kept Batgirl’s wrists bound and trapped the entire time. At least now Batgirl had a little more freedom with the rest of her body. But before she could even think, she was grabbed by the torso and pulled downward onto Charisma’s bursting cleavage, and her face was buried between Charisma’s plump pillows and nearly smothered.

“Yes, kiss me my pet!” Hissed Charisma and she pushed Batgirl’s face deeper.

Batgirl began to comply, using her mouth to kiss and lick at Charisma’s heaving chest. After several minutes, Charisma began to ever so slowly push Batgirl’s head down over her soft stomach and towards her wide open legs. Charisma gasped when she first felt Batgirl’s chin and mouth brush against her opening. Soon she had Batgirl licking and slurping slowly as she guided her head around and around.

Batgirl would normally have been resistant to such an act, but the lingering effects of Charisma’s scent was still forcing her to obey her captor’s every urge and command. All she was capable of for now was moving her tongue around as Charisma held her by the head and rolled her hips up and down in slow undulating motions. Deep down, the young girl Jessica Camden inside the costume was falling into an erotic zone of passion. She felt herself behind turned over onto her back with the moist patch still over her mouth.

Charisma turned herself around and straddled her young captive so that she was facing the lower half of Batgirl’s twisting body. She reached over to a hidden compartment at the head of her ornate bed and took out a chrome vibrator. She then leaned down close to Batgirl's hips. She parted the teen’s thighs and clicked on the silent pleasure instrument.

Batgirl gasped with her mouth full of labia and arched her body up in shock when Charisma first touched the tip of the device to her crotch. An electric sensation poured throughout her tensed up body, causing her to squeal and moan with more intensity as Charisma kept her crotch firmly down on her mouth. Batgirl was only thankful that her costume was still on, because she couldn’t imagine how it would feel directly on her now ultra sensitive zone. Meanwhile, her hands were pulling and twisting at the whip still bound around her wrists. It was secure, but she finally felt something start to give.

Charisma was in the throes of orgasmic pleasure. She continued to tease and play with the vibrator between Batgirl’s legs. She wanted to bring her new play toy to climax as she simulated a climax of her own. Soon, Charisma began to shiver as Batgirl squirmed and squealed with muffled whimpers underneath her, her hips rising up to meet the electric stimuli and seizing with a boiling and ultimately exploding orgasm.

It was nothing Jessica Camden or Batgirl had ever felt before. Sex with Trey was just merely casual compared to this mind numbing experience. The sensation coursed through her limber body as it bounced on the bed, wracked with multiple orgasm after orgasm. She had tensed up so hard that the whip around her wrist was coming loose.

All at once, one of her hands came free. Batgirl opened her eyes and saw the whip, just hanging there as Charisma continued working her below. It was hard to concentrate, but Batgirl unraveled the whip from her other wrist and untied the rest from the bedpost. Then, while Charisma was still busy playing with her tool, Batgirl braced herself, and with all her remaining strength, pushed her captor upwards.

Charisma screamed out, and before she realized it, something wrapped around her throat. She instinctively grabbed for it and knew that it was her whip. As she tried to pull it away, Batgirl used the opportunity to wrap more of the whip around Charisma’s head until her arms were wrapped up as well. She fought and struggled with the strong dominatrix, rolling around the satin sheet covered bed, until Batgirl was finally successful in trying off the whip, trapping Charisma’s wrists to her collared neck.

Using her all her athletic strength and skill, Batgirl held Charisma’s head between her powerful thighs and used the sheets to wrap her body up into a virtual mummy. She was able to tie up a few knots, finally trapping the snarling tigress in the satin sheets. Batgirl stepped away, her lungs screaming to catch her breath after such a furious struggle.

“How dare you!” Charisma screamed through clenched teeth. “Let me loose at once!”

Batgirl took the rubber penis gag at the end of the whip handle and stuffed it into Charisma’s protesting mouth. “Don’t you dare…Mmmmmmmmph!”

She tied off the tassels with a smug and satisfied grin, telling Charisma, “How do you like it now, my pet?”

“Unnngh! Ummm…Ummm!” Charisma’s screamed with muffled anger as her green eyes flashed with threatening fury, as Batgirl made sure her ex-captor was securely bound and unable to escape. When she was satisfied, Batgirl headed back to the dining room. There was a certain mouse to take care of, and she wanted to retrieve her Samurai sword. She had a feeling she was going to need it until she could find a way out of this eerie maze.

When Batgirl arrived back in the dining room, the mouse was gone, but luckily her sword was not. Now all she had to do was find a way out of there. The way she came in was out of the question. She couldn’t even remember from where she fell in, much less see any hint of opening near the ceiling. Then something clicked in her mind. She looked over at the wall where Charisma had entered.

She investigated the wall section thoroughly until she felt one of the panels give, and then suddenly, the entire partition spun three hundred and sixty degrees in one smooth motion.

Batgirl was confounded. She now found herself in what seemed to be an atrium, but what confused her was that she could not see the sky as the entire area was covered with a canopy of vegetation. It was like a jungle and likewise the temperature was humid.

All she could do now was chop her way with the Samurai sword towards what appeared to be a trail. After several minutes, she came to a clearing in the plants and shrubs. Her eyes seemed to betray her once again. There sitting on a large mushroom was a striped and colorful caterpillar. Not only that, but it was puffing on a huge cigar.

The creature noticed her and gave out a loud wolf whistle and then began a non-stop monologue of chatter like a bad vaudeville comic. “Step right up little lady, the show’s about to begin. My, my, aren’t we dressed to the nines? Very risqué. So, where are you headed, to a costume party? Watch with that sword there sweetheart. Did you hear the one about the Superheroine with half a brain? She was considered gifted.”

From out of nowhere a drum rimshot and cymbal crashed to the punchline.

“I got a million of ‘em. Why did the farmer cross the road?” Because he was stuck to the chicken’s ass.” The caterpillar cracked, followed by another rimshot.

“I have a riddle for you. Where does a 400-pound gorilla sleep? Anywhere it wants to.”

Just then Batgirl heard a roaring growl that sent a shiver up her spine. The jungle trees started to shake and part until a huge muscular gorilla stepped out of the bush with a threatening growl and bared fangs. Batgirl’s eyes went wide with fright, and she barely noticed that the gorilla had purple fur as she took off in the opposite direction.

The gorilla was on her with blinding speed, catching up to her in no time flat. It tapped her from behind with the back of its paw and sent her flying forward. Batgirl let go of the sword as she sprawled on the ground, and then she felt the gorilla grab her by the ankle and lift her upside down into the air until she was face to face with it. The beast growled viciously in her face, and Batgirl was never more frightened in her life.

The beast shook her with ferocious violence, and Batgirl’s body flailed like a rag doll. Disoriented, the gorilla began to drag her away, but as it pulled her along the ground, Batgirl was miraculously able to snatch her sword as she went by it.

Batgirl turned her body upwards as best as she could and swung the sword with all her might. When she caught the gorilla in the side of its huge forearm, the beast let out a scream and roared in pain, quickly letting loose of Batgirl’s leg while it grabbed at the Samurai sword embedded in its arm. Batgirl took the opportunity to once again try and outrun the savage beast, and sped away in fear as she heard the brush crash behind her, knowing the gorilla was close behind.

Batgirl looked up into trees, to see if there might some escape with a low hanging vine or a low steep limb to climb. The next thing she knew the ground gave out beneath her and she fell thigh deep into very soft sinking sand as she cried out in surprise. She tried to lift her legs, but the sand bogged her down and seemed to grab and pull her downwards. Soon enough, Batgirl was now waist deep in the sifting sand. She started to panic, and now she hoped that the gorilla would show up so it would pull her free and she would be happy to deal with whatever came next.

Alas, the gorilla never appeared, and the sand was now up to her stomach, and there was nothing she could do. The more she moved, the quicker she sank. As it reached her chest, even holding her body motionless only prolonged the inevitable. There was nothing to grab for and nothing to do but whimper and moan in defeat.

How can I die like this? Batgirl thought. In the movies, something always happened at the last minute and the quicksand victim would be saved. When it reached her neck, Batgirl began to take deep breaths of air. The last few inches came quickly, and at the last second she drew one last breath and went under into darkness, shutting her eyes as she did so. The last to go under was one grasping gloved hand.

One minute later, when Batgirl poured out of the ceiling of a castle room and landed softly on the mound of piling sand, she had just about lost consciousness. She gasped and sucked in precious oxygen into her burning lungs. She had never been so relieved in all her crime fighting days. As she brushed the sand away and struggled to catch her breath, she surveyed the room. Apparently, this place was underneath the jungle above and she had come in through some sort of tube passageway. That was when she noticed the small brown hedgehog in one corner of the room, silently watching her with beady brown eyes.

“Uh, oh!” The hedgehog said in alarm, and promptly scurried out of the room.

“Hey! Come back!” Batgirl called out as she quickly went after the panicked animal. She chased it down a dark tunnel way and into another room. She stepped out onto a ledge and had to catch herself before she tumbled into the pit-like room. It appeared to be a dungeon of some sort, complete with a rack, various stocks, hanging chains, branding irons and various other accouterments of medieval torture.

Batgirl’s heart seized up and she shivered at the imagined horrors that took place in this room. Hopefully, this was just a room to pass through and not another one of her obstacles. It was a good sign that there was presently no one in the dungeon, not even the hedgehog, which had disappeared. She did see another passageway at the opposite end of the room, but she had to go down a flight on stone stairs and pass right through the dungeon to get to it.

Batgirl took a deep breath, and tiptoed down the steps, trying not to make a sound. As she carefully stepped past the torture equipment, Batgirl eyed the strange devices of pain and suffering. One particular piece caught her eye, and her curiosity got the better of her. She stepped over to get a closer look. It was a hand stock made of wood, but Batgirl could not figure out how it worked. As a crime fighter, she studied all manner and type of bondage devices and traps, in order to learn their secrets just in case she ever had to escape from them some day. She paced around it, bent over and looked underneath, but she still couldn’t figure out what made it work.

It was of a very simple design and construction, with a slat mounted on two legs and bolted to the floor with metal braces. There were two half circles notched into the top of the slat where wrists would lay, but nothing to hold them down. Batgirl took a quick look around. There was no sign of life, and the only noise was a distant sound of water dripping. With her heart thumping in her chest, Batgirl lay her wrists in the notches.

‘CLACK!’ Came a loud sound from the device, which made Batgirl gasp in shock and surprise. Metal rods had shot across the top of the notches from hidden holes over Batgirl’s wrists. With a desperate grunt, Batgirl immediately attempted to pull her wrist out, but she groaned when she realized quickly that her hands were hopelessly trapped in the stock device.

“Oh no!” Batgirl moaned as she continued to try and pull her hands free. “I can’t believe this is happening!”

She realized that the only way to get them out was by crushing the bones of her hands or severing them, both of which were out of the question. She looked around for some kind of release lever, but there was nothing to be found. With a groan of utter defeat, Batgirl stopped a moment to take stock of her predicament. All she could do was wait and see if anyone would show up. From the looks of things, however, it seemed liked years since someone had been in here. After an hour of yelling and waiting, Batgirl resigned herself to the fact that she was going to be here for a very long time, so she got down on her knees and tried to make herself as comfortable as possible. She closed her eyes and began to meditate in order to slow down her metabolism. This would enable her to try and block any future pain and hunger for as long as possible.

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She did not know how long she had been meditating, but Batgirl came to life when something soft was placed over her mouth. She tried to breathe in, but her nostrils were filled with a pungent odor, which quickly made her head dizzy and spinning.

Time passed, and when Batgirl awoke, she was staring up at the ceiling, trying to focus her blurry eyes on the unusual ceiling mural filled with frightening images of torture. No doubt it was created to have just this effect, as Batgirl became alarmed as she discovered that she was bound with chains atop a medieval torture rack.

She tugged at the chains, which had pulled her young teenage body taut across the hard wood table, but this particular table was much shorter than average. Batgirl’s arms were bent at the elbows over the edge by the sides of her head, and her legs were bent at the knees, both attached to spools of chains mounted on the floor. It was slightly painful and uncomfortable; it had been pulled so tight that it made her back arch upwards a bit.

When she began to notice a bitter taste in her mouth from a wooden bit gag that had been placed securely between her lips and strapped around her head, a crimson satin robed figure approached from the darkness. His head was covered with a pointed hood and cowl, and all she could see was his eyes and mouth

“Finally awake I see.” Came a voice of an elderly man who sounded at least ninety years old. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am The Inquisitor. I take it you must find my accommodations somewhat uncomfortable, and I must apologize. You see, in order to do my job properly I must have you restrained. It’s for your own safety, I assure you.”

“Ummmblmmm!” Batgirl tried to speak through the bit gag. “Unnnngh!”

“Yes, I understand, you are quite eager to begin, as am I!” The Inquisitor chuckled as if he had fully understood Batgirl’s plead. “Let’s begin with a little foot work, shall we?”

Batgirl’s was confused and worried by the old man’s behavior. He spoke as if he were the kindliest of old gentlemen, but her eyes went wide when she saw what he was bringing over from a table laid out with various torture devices. With steadfast care, the elderly Inquisitor placed a wooden boot with tightening clamps over Batgirl’s bare foot.

Batgirl panicked when she felt what The Inquisitor was doing. She knew exactly what the boot was for. After all, she had read The Hunchback of Notre Dame in school, and the thought of her delicate foot being slowly crushed made her squeal into her bit gag. “Nnnnnnnngh! Unnnnnh!”

The Inquisitor was used to such screams and whimpers, and he barely acknowledged them, concentrating instead on adjusting the boot properly. When it was securely in place, The Inquisitor began the process of turning the main clamp to tighten the boot. When he made one full turn the boot suddenly broke apart in his hands.

“Confound it!” The Inquisitor exclaimed as he struggled to gather the pieces. He then apologized profusely to Batgirl. “Please forgive me dear. I’m afraid some of this equipment hasn’t been used in ages.”

“Fifi!” The Inquisitor’s voice echoed out into the dungeon. A moment later the click of high heels could be heard entering the room.

The young girl was a petite, dark haired beauty with her curls piled under a maid’s cap and wearing the classic French Maid outfit, complete with mesh stocking and glossy stiletto pumps. Her ankles had been cuffed, and a short silver chain only allowed her to shuffle along with very short steps. Fifi’s wrist were cuffed to her sides as well, with a chain separating them across her apron and attached to a bar placed behind her back, which her elbows were bent around. She was carrying a feather duster in one hand, and Batgirl wondered how the poor girl was able to do any dusting at all in her elaborate harness.

“Did you call me, monsieur?” Fifi asked in a rather thick French accent.

“Yes.” The Inquisitor said as he held up the pieces of the broken boot. “I want you to take this to my shop. It seems to be in need of repair.”

“Would monsieur wish me to take it to your shop?” Fifi asked.

“Yes, my dear child.” The Inquisitor said as he rolled his eyes and then spoke more clearly. “Take it to my shop.”

“Oui, monsieur.” Fifi replied and then shuffled off with the boot as The Inquisitor eyed the bottom of her round cheeks and black v shape of her panties peeking out from underneath the crinoline underskirt of her ruffled uniform as she wiggled away.

The Inquisitor sighed and said, “You can’t find good help nowadays. She’s a sweet child, but I’m afraid she is missing a few shingles upstairs, if you know what I mean.”

“Mmmmmblmm! Erummmm!” Batgirl tried to speak, but it was hopeless. The Inquisitor had no intention of removing the gag so she could try and reason with him to be let go.

“Well, then, let’s see what else we can come up with.” The Inquisitor mumbled as he looked over his table of instruments. “Ah, here’s just the thing.”

The Inquisitor brought over a rather large pair of black metal tongs with jagged teeth on the clamps. Batgirl’s muffled screams of panic echoed throughout the dungeon when she saw her tormentor hold them up with pride, about to use them on her. But like the torture boot, the tongs came apart in his hands once the ancient torturer attempted to open them. The pivot hinge had rusted away and now there were two pieces of the broken device.

“Oh my!” The Inquisitor said with consternation. “This is so embarrassing. I am so sorry about this confounded equipment. You must forgive me, my dear.”

“Fi-!” The Inquisitor thought about calling Fifi, but thought better of it, and instead, put the pieces back with his other tools of torture.

“Let’s see if I can make something work here.” The old man said as he came around the rack above Batgirl’s head. He rolled over a vise, which was mounted on legs and rollers and adjusted it to the proper height and around Batgirl’s head.

As Batgirl squealed and moaned, all while trying to pull and twist her head away, The Inquisitor gently held her head firm and slowly began to turn the handle to close the metal jaws to her temples. After the fourth turn, the handle broke off in his hand and The Inquisitor cursed to himself.

“Please forgive my language!” The Inquisitor said. “This just hasn’t been my day.”

He shuffled away to one corner of the room, mumbling and cursing, and when he came back, his mood had changed back to a pleasant one, as he held up a red hot poker, smoking with heat. Batgirl shook her head ‘no’ from side to side as she gave out a long whimpering moan. The poker was all in one piece, and there was no way it was going to fail it’s dreaded duties, unless her captor happened to drop it.

The Inquisitor dropped it out of his bony hand. Apparently years of no one to torture, combined with old age, had left The Inquisitor weak and out of skill. The poker’s red-hot tip landed on his foot and quickly seared through his slipper, burning his foot with a sizzle. The Inquisitor howled with agony, as he stumbled around the rack. As he crumpled and grabbed at his painful wound, he bumped the release lever of the rack chains, and the spools spun loose, spilling out enough lengths of chain to allow Batgirl loose enough to move freely. She pulled out the slack and quickly went to work on the wrist cuffs, snapping off the catches. Then she went to her ankles as The Inquisitor rolled around on the floor, moaning and groaning.

“Serves you right.” Batgirl told the elderly man, after she pulled the vile bit gag out of her mouth. She pulled off his hood and looked down into the pitiful face of the once grand purveyor of pain. Tears were rolling down his eyes and Batgirl almost felt sorry for him. With a sudden realization, Batgirl now saw that this was not one of the castle’s androids or animatronic robots. This was a real live man. But who he really was and what he was doing here was a mystery.

“Here, let me help you.” Batgirl said as she helped the old man over to a bench.

“That’s all right, my dear.” The Inquisitor said. “Fifi will attend to my wound. You’d better be on your way.”

“Who are you?” Batgirl asked. “How did you get here?”

The old man winked at her and said. “I’ve always been here.”

“I don’t understand.” Batgirl responded.

“There are many things that someone of your youth cannot understand yet.” The Inquisitor said. “With time you will.”

With that, Batgirl grabbed her boot, which had been removed from her foot, while The Inquisitor called out to his maid. Batgirl left The Inquisitor to be attended by his faithful servant Fifi, who was fussing over her master’s wound after being freed from her harness.

Batgirl’s head was swimming with thoughts as she escaped down another of the catacomb hallways of the castle interior. Was all this just a nightmare? If so, when was she going to wake up? She now had a moment to ponder her last few encounters, such as the Samurai, the Dominatrix Charisma, the gorilla, and The Inquisitor. There were four so far, but hadn’t her original host told her that there would be five obstacles? It seemed ages since she had first spoken with Jerhar. The main question was; what would be her last obstacle, and how was she going to get out of here?

When she entered a wide-open expansive room, her question was about to be answered. She was awed by what appeared to be a throne room. A mural depicting the heavens, complete with cherubim, was painted on the high vaulted ceiling. Elaborately designed tapestries hung from the hall, and at the head of the long room, there sat a large throne upon a stepped up altar. What alarmed her was the person or thing that was sitting on the throne. A clown like jester, wearing wildly colored clothes and jingle-bell hat.

The jester giggled like a madman, and greeted his new guest. “Welcome, Batgirl!”

Batgirl took a deep breath. Maybe her last obstacle would not be so difficult after all. Surely she could take out this one silly little clown.

She began to walk towards the throne, still wary of any surprises, when out of the corner of her eye, a knight in silver armor stepped away from a wall. She had thought the knight was part of the standard castle décor, but this knight was anything but, as it blocked her path towards the throne and dangled a chained spiked mace menacingly at its side. In it’s other hand, it held a long battle sword.

“Let’s have a little game of chance, shall we?” The jester called out. “Since this will be your last feat of strength and skill, I will throw out these two dice, and the number will determine the number of my soldiers that you will do battle with.”

The jester’s voice was high and loud as it echoed through the chamber, but there was something familiar about it that Batgirl could not put her finger on. Her thoughts were distracted however, by the skitter of the ivory dice as they rolled across the bricked floor. Batgirl barely had time to think about what this would mean, only that the lower the number, the more advantageous it would be for her.

The dice rolled to a stop. It was snake eyes. Two single dots atop the dice determined that there would be two of whatever was planned for her to do battle with.

“Well, today is your lucky day, Batgirl!” Grinned the jester. “And don’t worry, you will be supplied with the proper weapon.”

Suddenly, the silver knight tossed his sword over to Batgirl, who caught it handily. The sword was deceptively light and felt good in her hands. She decided she was ready for whatever they had planned for her.

“Bring it on!” Batgirl said with increasing confidence.

Incredibly, the dice on the floor began to jump and shake. Batgirl watched with awe as the dice began to change and enlarge, as if they were multiplying like cells. What she did not know, was that these were the products of Jeremy Harden’s success in Nanotechnology. The dice were now building themselves in something larger and larger by tiny microscopic machines. It only took thirty seconds for the dice to grow into two full size skeletons.

They stood at attention, reminding Batgirl of the models in her Biology classes at school. She was stunned when they seemed to come to life, turning their heads from side to side as if taking in their new surroundings.

“Now, let’s make this a little more of a fair duel.” The jester said as it brought over two short swords and handed them to the skeletons, which took them and looked them over.

Batgirl watched as the jester went back and took his place on the throne, and the silver knight took a few steps back to make way for what was obviously meant to be a battle between Batgirl and the two skeletons.

“Let’s begin, shall we!” The jester commanded and clapped his gloved hands twice.

The skeletons tensed up at the clapping, each grasping the sword in a battle ready stance. They both stared at Batgirl, and soon they were creeping toward her menacingly. Batgirl readied herself, but a shiver went through her when the skeletons opened their mouths in silent screams and charged her, swords raised.

She did a pirouette and dodged the first, then crouched her body over so that the second skeleton tripped and tumbled over her head over heels. They were back on her in a flash, each drawing and slashing with their swords as Batgirl raised her own sword to fight them off. They were relentless and stronger than she expected, and she was grateful to the luck of the dice that there were only two of them instead of a potential twelve. She would have been quickly cut to ribbons.

It took all of her athletic prowess and strength to fight the vicious attackers. Their swords clashed and scraped, and in one fortunate move, Batgirl was able to behead one of the skeletons, which promptly fell and scattered in hundreds of bony pieces across the floor. Now she only had one to deal with. This one was skillful and tenacious, and after several weary minutes, Batgirl was able to successfully destroy it as well.

As she gasped to catch her breath, the jester applauded her. “Very well done, Batgirl. I believe you are sufficiently warmed up for your real battle!”

“What?” Batgirl asked in shocked dismay. “You can’t do this! I beat them! I’m finished!”

“Not quite yet.” The jester laughed and clapped his hands again.

This time, the knight came forward, clutching its mace. It began to swing the heavy spiked ball back and forth until it came near, and then suddenly it lashed out at Batgirl, who swiftly and narrowly escaped the arch of the swinging blow. She tumbled away and then got up in a crouched position, ready to leap when the mace was swung again. It was increasingly difficult to avoid the mace, as Batgirl became more fatigued. She had to think of something, and soon.

Batgirl led the knight over along one of the tapestry-covered walls. As the knight charged her, she took her sword and cut the ropes of the heavy tapestry, and then leaped out of the way as it came tumbling down from the wall. The knight did not even look up, focusing its attention only on Batgirl. When the heavy cloth came down, it covered the knight completely and the entire weight of the large tapestry caused the knight to fall and crumble in a heap. As it tried to extricate itself, it only succeeded in tangling itself more and more as it struggled to move within the confines of its armor.

It happened to be close enough to a heavy wooden decorative table, which Batgirl climbed under. She then used her back to lift upwards, straining mightily as she tilted it sideways and ultimately on top of the hapless knight, finally crushing it with one muffled ‘scrunch.’

“Well, I underestimated you, Batgirl.” The jester laughed as it approached the tired and weary teen heroine. Batgirl could barely move from the stress and strain of her battle, combined with the cumulative effects of all her previous obstacles and battles.

The jester held up a jester’s head by the bright ribbon decorated handle. The doll’s head was exactly like the jester’s own mask, and from its mouth spurted a wisp of gas.

“Say hello to Mr. Jingles!” The jester giggled as the fumes hit the gasping Batgirl directly in the face, and she immediately became dazed. The gas did not knock her out as she fully expected; it only made her groggy and light-headed, so that she was unable to resist when the jester led her by the arm to a private bedchamber. All she could do was shuffle along as she tried unsuccessfully to clear her head.

“We’re going to have so much fun with Mr. Jingles.” Batgirl heard the jester laugh. She did not know what it meant, but she did not like the way he said it.

Batgirl mumbled in protest as she was led over to a high canopied bed. The jester pushed her onto her back, and Batgirl plopped down on the soft mattress.

“Unnnnnn.” Batgirl moaned softly as the jester made himself comfortable on the bed next to her. He gloated and giggled as he ran one gloved hand over the curvature of her legs and torso. “Well, well, you have such a wonderfully shaped figure.”

The voice of the jester was softer now, and even more familiar, but her clouded thoughts were keeping her from making any connection. She was further distracted when the jester began using his jester doll head to poke and tickle her squirming body.

“How would you like a little head, Batgirl?” The jester asked with a shrill laugh.

Batgirl was unable to fight off the jester’s prods and gropes, barely able to move as the now slobbering jester used his stick head doll to molest the private area between her wide spread athletic legs. Batgirl gasped when the jester flicked a switch on the stick handle and the doll head vibrated to life, emitting a laughing sound as it shook and jingled. The laugh of the doll head mixed with its owner, as Batgirl tried to squirm away.

The tingling sensation between her thighs was now beginning to get a rise out of her as she lifted her hips up weakly to try and push off the jangling head. The longer he held it there, the more Batgirl was unable to resist its erotic charge on her erogenous zone. It was repulsive and sensuous at the same time, and part of her wanted it to stop, while another part of her wanted more of it to continue.

The receptive part of her won the mental and physical battle, as Batgirl began to moan and writhe on the bed as the jester continued using his doll head to pleasure the blushing heroine. Flushed with arousal and fever, Batgirl sighed. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Her body began to quiver as the jester pushed the head harder against her tender crotch. After several excruciating minutes of tickling and prodding, she tensed up as the first wave of a multiple series of orgasms washed over her trembling body.

“Unnnnnnnngh!” Batgirl grunted as she bit her lip and winced as her body gave in to the intense repeating climax. Meanwhile, the jester was having the time of his life, jeering and laughing until Batgirl’s hand shot out and inadvertently knocked his mask off.

Although Batgirl was still in bleary condition, combined with her mind shattering orgasms, she was instantly shaken to rapt attention as she now found herself staring into the face of her stepfather, Max Holden. Her mouth fell open in horror as the entire scope of her situation reeled in her mind. Ohmigod, I’ve been molested by my stepfather!

Max stared at her malevolently, with a grin pasted across his sweating face. He appeared deranged, and Batgirl was unaware that he was still under the influence of Jeremy Harden’s mind control. Batgirl, still weak, tried to sit up, but Max Holden grabbed her wrists and began to force himself on top of her. Batgirl was still in no condition to resist his lecherous attentions, and soon, Max was pawing and groping her as he attempted to try and remove her costume.

“Stop!” Batgirl pleaded weakly as she struggled to free herself from his grasp. “Get off!”

Just then, Max’s body stiffened up as Batgirl heard a dull ‘thump’ that sounded like a melon being hit with a hammer. His body went slack on top of her, and when Max fell flat heavily on top of Batgirl, she let out an air-expelled. “Oooomph!”

She looked up over Max’s unconscious body to see The Inquisitor standing by the bed with a metal poker in his hand. She had never been so happy and shocked to see the elderly man at this very moment. He dropped the bar on the floor and winced as he took a seat on the bed to help Batgirl roll Max off her body.

“It looks like I came in the nick of time.” The Inquisitor said. “I guess we are even now.”

“Thank you so much!” Batgirl sighed as she gathered herself and her numbed senses. It was going to take awhile to recover from all of this.

“You’d better come with me now.” The Inquisitor said as he helped Batgirl to her feet and led her out of the bedchamber. “I believe it’s time we get you back to where you belong.”

“Where are we going?” Batgirl asked weakly, still trying to shake off the effects of the gas as well as trying to overcome her fatigue.

“You’ll see when you get there.” The Inquisitor said and then stopped at the archway of a brightly-lit room. “I can’t go any further. You must go the rest of the way on your own.”

“What? Wait!” Batgirl called out to the old gentlemen as he limped away down the hall.

“Goodbye, my dear.” The Inquisitor said with a slight wave, and then he was gone.

Batgirl turned to the room and entered. It was lit from above by a skylight in the domed ceiling high above her head. The room was empty, save for a small round table placed in the middle of the room. On the table was a bottle with a label attached by a string. She approached the table and picked up the clear bottle filled with liquid, and looked at the label, which read simply ‘Drink me.’

Batgirl did not know whether to laugh or cry. The previous hour’s events had taken a physical and mental toll on her body. She was so thirsty, and yet, she was afraid to drink from the bottle. Finally she thought to herself, What do I have to lose? Except my sanity.

With that, Batgirl pulled the cork from the bottle top and tilted s the opening to her parched lips, and began to drink.

Like a waking dream, Batgirl’s world slowly began to swim away.

Above her, the skylight opened and a hand reached down into the cavernous room to take Batgirl and lift her unconscious form up and out of the room.

Jeremy Harden held Batgirl in his hands carefully and carried her to a sofa close by. When he lay her down, he admired her small form. She had survived his little game of Gods and Monsters relatively unscathed, and he had nothing but admiration for her skill and wits. Of course, she had a little help from the old man, but this was not the first time his father had interfered with his affairs.

Oh well, that was the nature of the game. Anything could and did happen. Now all he had to do was enlarge Jessica/Batgirl and her stepfather to normal size and place them both back in their bedrooms, where they would wake up in the morning completely unaware of what had happened to them.

The game had been a wonderful success. He looked at his watch and decided he even had enough time to celebrate. Perhaps one more fuck session with the beautiful Katherine was in order once he returned the others to their rooms.

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Jessica Camden awoke with a slight stiffness in her limbs. She rolled over on her side as her eyes squinted from the sun peeking in through the open window as the curtains blew in with a fresh morning breeze. The cool air wafted across her body, and she shivered as goose bumps erupted over her arms and legs. She combed her memory as images of castles, knights and strange creatures flashed through her mind, like a dream she could not quite remember, and then Jessica’s mind moved on to other matters. She sat up in bed for a moment, yawned and looked at the clock. It was 10:15. She had never slept this late before, and she jumped up to go to the bathroom.

After she stripped off her bra and panties and stepped into the warm spray of the shower, Jessica decided that maybe this little trip wasn’t such a bad deal after all. Her body felt alive and her senses were more acute than they had ever been. Maybe it was good to give the body of a crime fighting heroine a rest every once in awhile. She let her mind roam back to Trey her boyfriend. She missed him a lot, and she vowed to call him as soon as she got back home. All she wanted at that moment was Trey in her arms

I wish he were here right now. Jessica though as her hand slipped down to soap between her legs while the other played with her budding nipples.

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Later, after they left Jeremy Harden’s estate and headed back home in the limousine, Max wondered how he had gotten such a lump on the back of his head, joking with Katherine that she must have elbowed him during the night as they slept. Katherine only looked at Max and smiled. She herself could not figure out why her body felt so alive, like she had been making sensuous love for hours on end. The three of them laughed and joked for awhile, but the conversation between the three faded as Max and Katherine began to veer their talk to the long afternoon meeting with Harden and the buyout with Wayne Powers.

Jessica Camden looked at her mother and stepfather and rolled her eyes, sighing as she turned to stare out the window. She placed her music earplugs in and turned up her disc player. Things were back to normal, but for a brief moment they had been a family, but just as briefly, it had faded away like a wisp of smoke.

THE END