This story takes place in the 60’s Batman television universe. Batgirl and various other characters are owned and trademarked by DC Comics and Warner Bros. Detective John Nail, Benny the Butcher & the Butcher Boys, and Tiffany were created by the author. This story is for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended. A G-rated version of this story appears on a Batgirl Web site. E-mail me for information. Warning! This story should not be read by minors, or those offended by adult material.
Barbara Gordon was nervous as she put the finishing touches on her evening attire and checked her hair once more in the mirror. John Nail would be here soon and there were butterflies in her stomach. They had been dating for awhile now and things were starting to get serious. Even though John was brash and cocky, Barbara liked the attention he gave her, even though at times he could get a little carried away. When her father, Commissioner Gordon first suggested a blind date with John a six months ago, she protested at first. Just because she was a librarian, didn’t mean she couldn’t get her own dates. Besides, her nocturnal occupation as Batgirl didn’t leave much time for dating. But John was a Gotham City police detective. One of the best, and for that reason, he was picking up Barbara that evening to escort him to the annual Gotham City Awards Banquet, where John was expected to be given the Detective of the Year award. It was an important night for him, and Barbara wanted to look perfect. When the doorbell rang, Her heart jumped and she took a deep breath and went to the door to let John in. Barbara regretted it as soon as she let him in through the door and saw the look on his face.
John Nail looked Barbara over with a gleam in his eyes. Barbara looked stunning in her black evening dress. The front was cut low and very revealing. John tried to remember if he had ever seen Barbara’s cleavage exposed like this before. He was quickly all over her, trying to hug and kiss her and said, “You look fantastic.”
“Stop that, John!” Barbara said, as she tried to hold off his amorous advances. She had never been with someone so aggressive, but she had to admit to herself that she liked it.
“I can’t help it, Barbara.” John responded as his hands slid over her. “You look gorgeous tonight.”
Barbara was losing an unsuccessful battle to keep his roaming hands from her svelte figure, and warned him, “We have to get going or we’ll be late for the banquet.”
“Come on, Barb.” John said. “We have a little time. Tonight’s a big night for me.”
“Look,” Barbara said as she grabbed his hands to keep them from roaming up to her chest. “If you behave yourself and we leave right now, I’ll do that thing you like.”
Detective Nail paused and looked in Barbara’s eyes, and grinned. “Okay. Let’s go.”
Later at the Awards Banquet, Barbara Gordon fidgeted in her seat between her father, Commissioner Gordon, and her date, John Nail. The award for detective of the Year was coming up and she noticed that John looked anxious. She decided to try and calm him down a bit. When she let her hand slip under the table to rub his thigh, John looked over at her and smiled. He couldn’t believe Barbara would do this, especially with her father so close by. Her hand aroused him and he reached under the table himself and covered her hand with his. Then with his eyes staring straight ahead, he took Barbara’s hand and moved it up over his crotch. Barbara, slightly uncomfortable, glanced around to make sure no one was looking her way. When she was sure no one could see what was going under the tablecloth, Barbara gave John’s bulge a gentle squeeze and felt it begin to grow in her hand. She tried to keep a straight face, and when she tried to move her hand away, John grabbed it and held it down on his erection, making her massage it some more.
Meanwhile, the host of the ceremonies was about to make another announcement.
“…And now, I would like to announce the name of the recipient of the Gotham City Police Department’s Detective of The Year award…” the host began, and then paused dramatically as he read from the award document. “…Detective John Nail.”
Despite her, Barbara was actually excited for her new date, and applauded as Nail arose from the table with great humility and approached the dais to make his speech, hoping that the bulge in his pants would not show in the dimly lit room.
“As many of you know, I’m a man of few words.” Detective Nail began, and then paused as laughter arose from the audience. “But seriously, I’ll make this short. I want to thank my fellow detectives and officers, without whom none of this would be possible. I want to give a special thanks to Chief O’Hara for allowing me to do my job, the best way that I can. I’m proud to be a member of the greatest police force in the world.”
As the crowd broke out with applause, Detective Nail accepted his award plaque and stepped down from the dais to return to his seat. The rest of the evening was spent socializing and receiving congratulations from his fellow officers as Barbara looked on, almost beaming. The only thing that bothered her was when a particularly attractive young woman approached Detective Nail and whispered something in his ear. Barbara was suddenly overcome with a tinge of jealously.
When the woman walked away, Barbara asked John innocently, “Who was that?”
“Just a well-wisher.” John said with a grin, and then tried to deflect Barbara’s question, telling her, “We’d better call it a night. I’ve got a long day tomorrow.”
“All right, then.” Barbara said, a little disappointed. She was having a great time. “Let me say ‘goodbye’ to my father.”
They sought out Commissioner Gordon in the crowd, and John told him, “Goodnight, Commissioner…we’re going to call it a night. I’ll see your daughter home.”
“I hope you had a good time.” Gordon responded. “Make sure you get her home safely.”
“Absoluteley.” John said, and then told Barbara, “I’ll get the car and meet you out front.”
As John walked away, Gordon asked Barbara, “So? How are things going with you two?”
“He’s very nice.” Barbara said, slightly embarrassed at her father’s question.
Commissioner Gordon raised an eyebrow and said, “That’s all? Very nice?”
“He’s everything you said he was.” Barbara said, exasperated. “Are you happy now?”
“So…when will you two be getting engaged?” Gordon asked as he escorted her arm in arm towards the exit.
“Daddy! You’re impossible!” Barbara exclaimed. “We’ve only been together a few months!”
Gordon chuckled and then told Barbara, “Seriously, he’s on his way up in the force. You know, I didn’t make DOY until I was much older. Someday, he may have my job.”
“Don’t be silly, Daddy.” Barbara scolded. “No one could ever replace you.”
“Goodnight, Barbara.” Gordon said, giving his daughter a peck on the cheek when they arrived outside, as John brought his car up to the front of the Gotham Civic Center.
Barbara gave her father one last smile and climbed into the car with John, and then drove off into the night. On the way, they chatted about the evening, and during the drive, John glanced at Barbara’s attractive legs, properly crossed at the ankles. She’s a knockout, John thought to himself. When they arrived in front of Barbara’s apartment building, John got out and opened her car door and then walked her up the steps to the front door, admiring the way her dress hugged her sleek form from behind.
“I had a wonderful time.” Barbara said when they arrived at the building entrance.
“It’s been along night, I’d better get going.” John said as he remained sitting in the car. Then he leaned across to give Barbara a kiss on the cheek and told her, “Goodnight.”
“Don’t you want to come in?” Barbara asked, puzzled. Normally he would be coming around to open the door for her. She couldn’t believe that he had forgotten what she had promised him earlier. She was relived at first, and then slightly disappointed.
“Maybe next time.” John begged off.
Barbara’s feminine intuition told her that John seemed to be in a hurry to leave. Maybe that blonde had something to do with it, Barbara thought. Maybe she had caught his eye and distracted him. Finally she asked, “You seem anxious. Is everything all right?”
“Oh, sure.” John said quickly. “I just need to care of some business before I head home.”
“At this hour?” Barbara asked, trying to pry more information out of him.
“It’s just a small errand, and then I’m heading home.” John explained, and then tried to change the subject with, “Uh…I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Are you sure it can’t wait?” Barbara said as she snuggled close to John. Barbara decided that she had to do something to keep his undivided attention, and let her hand slide up along his thigh and rest over his crotch.
John gulped and stuttered, “I…uh…guess it can wait.”
Barbara gave him a lazy smile and kissed him as she began to gently massage his growing bulge. When Barbara decided he was sufficiently aroused, she began to undo his belt and zipper, and then reached into his slacks to take out his erection. He was warm to the touch, and Barbara gripped him and began to stroke him as she glanced about to make sure no one was around. Then, she leaned down to bury her head in John’s lap and proceeded to perform a glorious blowjob on him.
Nail was stunned. He gasped from the first contact of her warm, wet mouth. He was only expecting a hand job, and never dreamed Barbara would ever do this. She was always so prim and proper about everything. This definitely excited him, and he looked down to watch her head bob up and down before he closed his eyes, leaned his head back and sighed as Barbara stroked him with her hand while she worked her lips around his cock. She swirled her tongue around him slowly as she went up and down, making slurping noises, and occasionally pausing to suckle the head of his shaft. Soon, she had picked up her rhythm, and John reached up to run his fingers through her hair at the back of her head to guide her up and down. Her tongue was too much. As John watched her head twist and turn as she pumped him with her hand and mouth, his orgasm began to well up like a volcano. Groaning loudly as he tensed up, he gripped the steering wheel of his car with one hand and her hair in the other.
Barbara was aroused performing this intimate act on John. She had never done this before, but she had read plenty of saucy novels during her break while she worked at the Gotham City library. She began to hum and moan like a hungry kitten when she felt his orgasm coming. When he began to erupt and shot out his warm, milky liquid, Barbara sucked and swallowed eagerly, knowing he would love that. If this doesn’t keep his attention, she thought, nothing will.
After a few minutes, Barbara finished licking him off, and then she deftly tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped him up with tender care. She sat back up straight as she ran her tongue over her moist lips, and then she gave him a peck on the cheek and told him simply, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” John barely croaked back as he sat in shock as Barbara exited the car. Then, he watched Barbara’s shapely figure as she walked away and up the steps to her apartment building. He took a deep breath, started his car, and drove off towards his destination.
Barbara entered her apartment and locked the door behind her. She couldn’t get over the strange feeling that John was hiding something. She looked at her watch and then quickly went to her hidden closet where her purple Batgirl costume and accessories were stored, and began to change. Once Barbara was in full regalia and tugged on her last boot, she gave herself one last look in the mirror to check the form fitting costume on her svelte figure. She then slipped into a passage to where her Bat cycle was located and activated the faux brick wall so she could ride out into the alley and then down the street to find John’s car, and followed discreetly behind him.
Detective Nail drove to an industrial area of Gotham City. There, he parked in a dark alleyway and entered a warehouse building through a rear door. Batgirl parked and hid her motorcycle a block away and then sneaked up to the building to take a closer look. She discovered that the windows had been covered with an opaque substance, so she took a rope and grapple from her utility belt and tossed it up to the parapet of the building, and climbed quickly up the wall with acrobatic finesse. Once on the roof, she tip-toed to a skylight and looked down into the warehouse below. There, she was shocked to see John Nail in the company of the organized crime boss Benny the Butcher and his gang. Batgirl could not hear their conversation, so she removed a listening device from her belt and put the microphone suction cup to the glass of the skylight and placed the listening piece to the side of her Bat cowl.
“Congratulations, Nail!” Benny the Butcher exclaimed. “Detective of the Year. Not too shabby. You remember my boys? Tony the Bull, Frankie the Fish and Porkchop?”
“Sure I do. All we need to do now is send out for milk and cookies and we’ll almost have all the major food groups.” Nail said with a cocky attitude. “Speaking of which, your little chick told me that you wanted to see me.”
“We just wanted to throw you a little celebration party.” Benny laughed. “Right boys?”
“Right boss.” Tony laughed as Frankie and Porkchop nodded in agreement.
“That wasn’t a good idea.” John said, getting testy. “She could have been recognized.”
“You left me no choice.” Benny said as he sat at a large table and began to cut the top of a champagne bottle with a large knife. “You’re a hard man to get a hold of Ace.”
“So…I’m here now. What can I do for you?” John said. “…And don’t call me Ace.”
“Don’t get your blood pressure up, Detective.” Benny said, as he popped the cork of the bottle. “Relax…have a glass of champagne. Where I come from, it’s customary to start with pleasure before talking business.”
“Where I come from, we cut with the small talk and get straight down to business.” John responded. “Why don’t you just tell me what you want.”
“You’re going to have a heart attack if you don’t slow down.” Benny sighed. “But if you insist, I called you here to settle up on our deal.”
“What deal?” John asked, suddenly not liking what he was hearing.
“You see, boys?” Benny laughed as the others joined in. “He’s losing his memory, too.”
“What are you talking about?” John asked, exasperated.
A grim look suddenly came over Benny the Butcher’s face. “The deal we made when we first started doing business. Remember? I feed you information on my competition, and you make some front page news busts.”
“And in return, I leave your operations alone.” John shot back. “What’s your point?”
“The point is, Detective Nail, it’s time for a little pay back.” Benny said, slamming his knife into the tabletop.
“Are you trying to scare me, Benny?” John asked, tensing up. “A Gotham City police detective?”
“Of course not.” Benny said, backing off, with his palms up. “I just want what’s mine.”
“And what’s that?” John asked.
“One hundred grand. Cash.” Benny said. “And consider our deal squared away.”
“Are you insane?” John exclaimed. “How do you expect me to come up with that kind of money? Assuming I would even give it to you in the first place.”
“Get it from the Police Widow’s Fund for all I care.” Benny said. “It ain’t my problem.”
Detective Nail looked at Benny with malice and stared him down, until Benny finally spoke up, “You got until Friday, or consider your career in the toilet…Ace.”
“Don’t threaten me you lowlife scum.” John snarled.
“What did you call me?” Benny asked, wide eyed with anger. He suddenly leaped from his chair and grabbed his knife menacingly as the others backed away. In one quick motion, John pulled an automatic from his shoulder holster and pointed it at Benny.
Batgirl watched all of this with sudden horror. She had been snapping pictures with her compact Bat camera for evidence, and tucked it away as she decided she needed to do something quickly. She looped her Bat rope around a nearby vent pipe and ran a length of it through her belt as she gathered the rest in loose coils in her other hand to create a sort of repelling device. Then she closed her eyes and jumped through the skylight, shattering it, and bringing a shower of glass down into the middle of the room. All four men jumped back at the crashing glass shards as Batgirl landed squarely on the large table. The men were stunned at first at the sight of Batgirl, but then quickly reacted to the intrusion. As Detective Nail stepped back into the shadows, The Bull and The Fish charged at Batgirl from opposite directions. At the last second, Batgirl leaped up, causing the two to collide with each other. Benny the Butcher then came after Batgirl, and she gave him a swift ballet like kick in the chin, sending him stumbling backwards. Porkchop took the opening to grab Batgirl’s slender ankle, causing her to lose her balance on the table. She twirled and kicked Porkchop as she performed a perfect flip off the platform and onto the floor. Tony the Bull suddenly grabbed Batgirl in a bear hug from behind. His size and strength held Batgirl firm, and when Benny approached her from the front, she lifted her legs and kicked him squarely on the face, using the force to push herself backwards into Tony, who lost his balance. Once he loosened his grip to steady himself, Batgirl slammed an elbow into his solar plexus as she stomped his foot hard with her high heeled boot. A door opened suddenly at that point, and in walked a gorgeous blonde.
“Benny I need help with the food.” The girl said before realizing something was amiss.
Batgirl looked at her with opened mouth surprise as she instantly recognized her from the Police Awards Banquet. For a moment Batgirl froze, realizing the woman worked for Benny the Butcher. It was in that unfortunate moment that Batgirl lost her razor sharp senses, and was cold cocked to the head from behind. Batgirl’s vision blurred…the room began to spin…and then… everything faded to black…
The five men stood in a circle, looking down at the unconscious Batgirl on the floor.
“I can’t believe it.” Benny the butcher said with glee. “We finally nailed the Batgirl.”
“She must have followed me here.” Detective Nail surmised.
“So what are we gonna do with her, boss?” Frankie asked, rubbing his sore jaw.
“We have to get rid of her.” Benny said. “She knows where our operation is.”
Out of the blue, Tiffany, Benny’s glamorous girlfriend, spoke up. “Why don’t you ransom her for some money?”
Benny rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Baby doll, don’t use that pretty little head to think. Why don’t you run and get me some ice. I think she loosened a couple of my fillings.”
Tiffany glared at Benny when he slapped her on her firm behind to send her off. She then walked away in a huff. Benny looked at the others and grinned, as if to apologize for Tiffany and said, “Women. They think they know it all.”
“That’s not a bad idea.” Nail spoke as he sized up the situation.
“Are you nuts?” Benny laughed. “Number one, who are we gonna ransom her to? And second, she knows who we are, how are we going to let her go once we get the cash.”
“Who says we have to let her go?” Nail responded as the wheels clicked in his head.
“What do you got in mind, Nail?” asked Benny, starting to smile.
“I’ve got the perfect idea, and you’ll get your hundred grand.” Nail told him. “Do you have a tape recorder around here?”
“Sure, we got everything. Stereos, televisions, sporting goods, you name it. “Benny said with pride. “Porkchop, run back and get me one of those new Japanese tape recorders.”
“You’d better tie her up.” Nail said, watching as Batgirl began to stir. “She’s coming to.”
“Frankie, run and tell Porkchop to bring some of those jump ropes from the sporting goods haul that we made the other day.” Benny said.
“Sure, boss.” Frankie said as he dashed off to the back of the warehouse.
“I knew you were smart, Nail.” Benny said. “That’s why I like doing business with you.”
“After this is over,” Nail said. “We’re squared away. Understand?”
“Sure, Detective.” Benny said with a grin. “No problem.”
Batgirl’s mind began to clear. The back of her head was pounding with pain and she attempted to touch it with her hand, but she discovered that her hands were bound tightly behind her back. As the fog in her brain cleared away, she now realized that her feet were also tied at the ankles and she was sitting up in a chair. Across the table from her was the criminal, Benny the Butcher, and now everything was becoming clear. She had been knocked out during her fight with Benny the Butcher and his gang. Once she gathered her strength, Batgirl began to squirm and twist to undo her bonds.
“Hello, Batgirl.” Benny said as he lit a huge cigar. “Nice of you to drop by.”
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll let me go.” Batgirl responded vehemently.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Benny said. “You’re too valuable.”
“You fiend!” Batgirl exclaimed. “What are you planning to do?”
“We’re going to get the Gotham Police Department to dish out some cash for you.” Benny explained as he blew a huge plume of cigar smoke in Batgirl’s face.
Batgirl gagged and coughed from the cheap cigar smoke and then protested defiantly, “They’ll never pay you a dime.”
“Then I guess we’ll just have to ice you.” Benny laughed.
“Untie me!” Batgirl demanded. “You’ll pay for this!”
Just then she heard a click behind her and tried to turn to see what it was, but Tony the Bull held her in place by the shoulders. Standing behind Batgirl with the tape recorder that he used to tape her protests, was Detective Nail, who smiled and winked at Benny, and then exited the room quietly, so Batgirl could not see him leave.
“Hey, Frankie, let’s have a little fun.” Benny said as he puffed his smelly cigar. “Why don’t you go out back and grab four of those new-fangled tennis ball things that we got in the sporting goods shipment?”
Frankie and the others smiled as Benny grinned at Batgirl with an evil twinkle in his eye.
Meanwhile, Detective Nail drove with Tiffany to the nearest pay phone. It was after midnight, and no one was around, so he pushed a dime into the pay phone and dialed the home of Police Commissioner Gordon.
“Hello.” Came a sleepy voice on the other end.
“Listen carefully.” Nail said, disguising his voice. “I have kidnapped Batgirl. I know how valuable she is to the Gotham City Police, so here’s what I want I want you to do…”
“What?” Gordon asked, trying to gather his senses. “Who is this?”
“Don’t talk, just listen.” Nail said. “Leave now and go straight to police headquarters. I know you have the only access to a surplus of cash in the vault for disaster emergencies. Bring all of it and meet me in one hour at Gotham City Pier #4…alone. If I see any other police with you…she’s a goner.”
“How do I know you have Batgirl?” Commissioner Gordon demanded to know.
Detective Nail punched the tape recorder and played the cued up tape of Batgirl saying ‘Untie me! You’ll pay for this!’ Then he shut it off and put it back in his pocket and told Gordon, “Two hours Commissioner, or she takes permanent bath in Gotham Bay.”
“Wait, let me talk to her.” Gordon demanded, but the line went dead.
Detective Nail returned to the car and headed towards the pier. Tiffany fidgeted in her seat and asked Nail, “So… why did you need me to go with you to get the money?”
“Look in the back seat and you’ll see why.” John said as he watched the road.
Tiffany turned and looked over into the rear of the car and noticed a huge canvas bag on the floor of the back seat. Her eyes lit up and she asked, “Is this to carry all the money?”
“Not exactly.” Nail said as he gave Tiffany a cuff to the back of the neck to knock her out while she was distracted. She slumped down into her seat as Nail pulled into a dark area near Pier #4. He took some handcuffs and placed them on Tiffany wrists behind her back and then took a handkerchief from his pocket and gagged her with it. Once that was done, he grabbed the canvas bag and exited the car to go around to the passenger side and pulled Tiffany’s shapely body out and threw her over his shoulder and carried her and the bag to the end of the Pier. Once there, he used the canvas bag to cover Tiffany and zipped her up inside of it, careful to leave an opening for air. Then he went back to a secure hiding place to wait for Commissioner Gordon.
Meanwhile, back at Benny’s warehouse, he and his gang were busy entertaining themselves by firing tennis balls at Batgirl, who still had her wrists bound behind her back. She was tethered by the neck to an overhead beam with a long nylon cord, and as the laughing men each fired a ball at her from their respective tennis ball cannons, Batgirl jumped and twisted to keep from being pelted by the round missiles. The cannons were set to full strength, and when they made contact, Batgirl was stung with painful effect. They fired at her feet to make her dance, and Batgirl’s athletic ability enabled her to avoid many of their shots, but then Benny had them fire simultaneously to ensure that at least one of them would make a direct hit. When he tired of that, Benny suggested a contest to see who could make the most points. Batgirl groaned and winced with pain as each hard speeding ball pelted her body and limbs.
Commissioner Gordon drove up to the Pier #4 and exited his car with a large carrying case and looked around. In the shadows of a nearby building, a figure moved, but he could not make out whom it was with a street light shining directly in his eyes.
“Drop the bag.” Came a muffled voice from the darkness.
“Where’s Batgirl?” Gordon demanded as he clutched the bag close to his chest.
“At the end of the pier.” Came the voice.
Gordon turned to look and saw something move on the wood planks under the dock lamp. He recognized it as a body squirming inside a bag, a muffled voice coming from within.
“You dastardly fiend!” Gordon sneered and hesitantly dropped the bag to the ground. Then he ran to the end of the dock to get to the bag and unzipped it. He was stunned to find a beautiful blonde inside, struggling to speak through her muffled mouth gag.
Gordon removed the gag and the woman screamed, “That dirty rat! I’ll kill him!”
Gordon turned back and the man was gone. All he heard was screeching tires in the night.
Back at the warehouse, Batgirl was exhausted. The tennis balls were hitting her at will now and it was all she could do to fall to the ground, but the nylon cord around her neck prevented her from doing so, lest she choke herself.
“Okay, boys, let’s take a break. I’m out of balls.” Benny suggested as the others fired off a few last rounds. “Besides, I’m getting hungry. Porkchop, get the food Tiff brought from Louie’s. I’m dying for some linguini. Tony, let her down before she chokes herself.”
Tony went and loosened the cord and picked up the limp Batgirl and carried her over to a cushioned chair and sat her down in it, then leaned down to retie her ankles securely. The others had gathered around the table, pulling up chairs to sit down for a late night meal. They ate hungrily as Batgirl winced and moaned in the chair and Benny chuckled and asked the tormented Batgirl, “Hey, Bat babe, you want a canolie?’
“You’ll pay for this.” Batgirl said with malice as the men laughed.
They were still laughing when Detective Nail walked in with a satchel. Benny stood up and wiped his hands on a napkin and asked Nail, “Everything go as planned?”
“Like clockwork,” Nail said as he tossed the bag on the table. “Here’s your money.”
“Do you mind if I count it?” Benny asked with a grin. “Not that I don’t trust you….”
“What are you going to do with her?” Nail asked.
“I’ve got something real sweet planned.” Benny said as he thumbed through the strapped bills. “But first, me and the boys thought we’d have a little Bat gang bang.”
Benny looked at Batgirl, who suddenly realized with horror what Benny the Butcher had in store for her, and watched her twist desperately at her bonds.
“That’s nice.” Nail said with disdain. “I’m out of here.”
“What’s your hurry?” Benny asked. “Why don’t you hang around, detective?”
“I’ll pass.” Said Nail as he headed for the door.
“I insist.” Benny said with a suddenly grim expression and Nail froze in his tracks.
Nail turned and looked into Benny’s eyes. He realized that Benny meant serious business.
“Alright, but I’m not doing anything in front of you clowns.” Nail relented. “Is there a room around here?”
“Sure.” Benny said, smiling again. “There’s a little room with a cot right up those stairs.”
Detective Nail looked up the stairs and then went to pick up Batgirl’s petite, bound body in his arms, and carried her upstairs as she twisted and struggled.
“Take your time!” Benny called out. “Me and the boys are gonna finish up our meal! Give us a shout when you’re done!”
They all laughed as Nail reached the top of the stairs and entered the private room. He kicked the door closed behind him and carried Batgirl over to the cot and laid her down.
“You’d better not touch me, you fiend!” Batgirl warned as John stood above her with his hands on his hips, trying to decide what to do.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything.” John said as he watched her tug at her bonds.
Batgirl froze and looked at him with a puzzled expression, and then asked, “What are you going to do then?”
“Look, I’m not going to hurt you, but I need you to pretend that I am until I can figure out what to do.” John told her as he removed his jacket. “These guys mean business, and they won’t hesitate to kill either one of us.”
Detective Nail then sat on the cot next to Batgirl and began to remove her utility belt, and then untied her ankles. “I’m only going to make it look like something happened.”
As Nail unfastened the belt and began to remove it, Batgirl found herself going along with his plan and lifted her hips up to allow him to slip the belt off easily. Then Nail told her, “I’m sorry, but I’m going to remove some of your costume.”
Barbara looked at him, and then nodded silently. John then turned her over onto her stomach and began to unzip the form fitting costume from the back, exposing her skin.
“Should I start crying out?” Batgirl asked, trying to be helpful. She found herself becoming aroused by the situation.
“Uh…yes.” John answered, becoming slightly aroused himself by the bare flesh and bound wrists of Batgirl on the cot before him.
“Stop!” Batgirl screamed out. “Let me go!”
Downstairs, Benny and the boys smiled at one another, as they heard Batgirl’s muffled cries. Benny said with a leering grin, “I knew he couldn’t resist.”
Between her screams, Batgirl whispered to Nail, “This doesn’t sound real. Try getting on top of me.”
Detective Nail was surprised by her suggestion, and asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Batgirl answered and then yelled out, “Please stop! Get off of me!”
Nail hesitantly climbed on the cot and got on top of Batgirl, pressing his body on top of Batgirl’s. When his groin pressed gingerly against her firm rump, Batgirl yelled, “No! Don’t!”
Detective Nail was becoming more aroused by the second, and his heart began to pound in his chest as he felt Batgirl squirm and undulate beneath him. Batgirl was feeling the same rush and pushed up her hips to grind into John, and discovered she could feel his bulge against her buttocks. John couldn’t help but push back against her, grinding his groin as Batgirl started to moan loudly on the cot under him. Batgirl was feeling a tingling in her crotch and her screams no longer seemed forced or fake. It was then that John sensed that Batgirl seemed to be enjoying her bizarre situation. He took a chance and reached under to wrap his arm around her waist to lift her up. Then he used his other hand to reach up and cup one of her breasts in his palm. Batgirl moaned again and John became more confident. If this is what she wants, he thought, he would gladly give it to her.
“Batgirl.” John whispered into her cowl as he fondled her.
“Do it.” Batgirl hissed back as she trembled under him. “Please.”
With his adrenaline rushing, Nail helped Barbara up to her knees, since her hands were still bound behind her back. John then unzipped the costume all the way down until it stopped just below the small of her back. Then, Batgirl began to squirm her hips as Nail peeled the flexible fabric away to expose her firm ass cheeks. She wore thong like briefs, and John peeled those down around her thighs before he began to undo his own belt and zipper as Batgirl continued moaning, occasionally crying out, “Stop!”
Nail was completely excited and hard. He reached to touch Batgirl’s opening and found her very wet. He quickly took his throbbing member and placed it at Batgirl’s opening, sliding the head along the slit until it penetrated her. Batgirl groaned loudly as Nail began to slide his cock slowly inside her tight walls. Once he filled her to the hilt, John looked down at Batgirl, whose head was turned sideways on the cot, eyes closed and lips parted, with an expression of ecstasy on her face. Batgirl, tensed up and flush from his shaft inside of her, began to move her ass back up against John as he reached for her hips and started to grind himself into her. His rhythm started slow at first, but the sensation got the best of him, and soon Nail was pumping Batgirl harder and quicker, until he was thrusting with force into her tight sheath. Batgirl screamed out in pleasure as Nail pounded her from behind. She knew that Benny and his men were snickering downstairs, but she didn’t care. All Batgirl wanted was for John to fuck her long and hard. She never felt anything so pleasurable, and she bit her lip as John penetrated deep inside her, fulfilling her wanton desires. Nothing in the books she read prepared her for anything like this.
“Unnnnh! Yes!” Batgirl hissed, trying not to get carried away. “Don’t…stop!”
Batgirl’s passion raised John’s arousal to a new level and he tensed up as he slammed harder, slapping his loins up against Batgirl’s now reddened cheeks. He grunted and clenched his jaws as he fucked her with furious intensity. He had driven her flat now into the squeaking cot, and then they shifted sideways into a spooning position. John let his hands roam over Batgirl’s costume, fondling her as he pumped away. When one of his hands came near her mouth, she took it and began to suck on his fingers.
Barbara was moaning louder now and John asked her, “Are you okay?”
“Don’t… stop…fucking me!” Barbara gasped between heavy breaths. “I’m…coming!”
That was all it took for Nail as his climax finally began to well up inside him, and he could hold out no longer. Realizing that it was too late anyway, Nail pulled out and grabbed his cock, and pumped it as long streams of warm come exploded out and splashed over Batgirl’s bare back and ass. In the back of his mind, John hoped he hadn’t impregnated her. What he didn’t know was that Batgirl had been on birth control ever since she became a crime fighter. It was for just this sort of thing that Batgirl decided that she had to be prepared for anything. She seemed to sense John’s concern, and told him between gasping breaths, “Don’t worry, I’m protected.”
Relieved, John got off of her and zipped himself up. Then, as he heard a phone ring downstairs, he cleaned up Batgirl and replaced her costume to its original condition.
Suddenly, Nail and Batgirl heard scrambling footsteps coming up the stairs and then there came a loud bang on the door. Nail went to the door and opened it as he put his jacket back on and found an animated Frankie the Fish at the door.
“The boss says we got to get out of here right now!” Frankie stammered.
“What’s going on?” Nail asked, as he watched Frankie gather Batgirl from the cot and pick her up to carry her back downstairs.
From downstairs, Benny yelled up, “That little bitch Tiffany made her one phone call from jail just to tell me that she spilled her guts about my operation. The cops are probably on their way here. We’ve got to move Batgirl to the shop and get rid of her. Now!”
Batgirl was moved to Benny the Butcher’s huge meat market warehouse, where his legitimate business front was located. It was closed for the night and Batgirl was taken the meat processing area. She was hog-tied, and her petite body was placed sideways in a large metal tray on a conveyor belt. Her shoulders and knees ached from being pulled backward and tied together at the wrists and ankles, but it gave her the opportunity to have access to a cutting tool in the boot of her heel. Batgirl watched her cruel captors as she surreptitiously fumbled for the tool, and listened as Benny explained to her what was about to happen.
“This is where we cut and pack our meat.” Benny said as he gestured to the huge stainless machine around them. “I’m real proud of this baby, I came up with the idea myself. First, it chops up the meat, and then it’s packed in neat little plastic packages for Joe Schmoe out on the street. Except for you, Batgirl, I made a little adjustment. First, it’s gonna wrap you in plastic, and then it’s going to chop you up into little Bat fillets.”
The men laughed as Benny hit the big button to start the machine. The conveyor belt began to move and Batgirl, twisting at her wrists and ankles desperately to free herself, watched with horror as she passed through a metal box. When she came out the other side, she was wrapped tightly from head to boot with a sheet of clear plastic. Terrified, she realized that her air was cut off, and now she was headed to another, much larger steel housing, which she knew was filled with slicing and cutting devices. The conveyor moved slowly, and there were several agonizing feet to travel. Batgirl figured it would only take a few minutes to reach the machine, if she didn’t suffocate first.
Just then, there came a wail of sirens outside. Benny and his gang went wide-eyed with panic as Detective Nail said calmly, “It’s over Benny, shut off the machine.”
“What?” Benny asked, dumbstruck.
“Your loyal girlfriend Tiffany must told them about this place, too.” Nail said with a grin.
Benny looked at Nail and then slowly realized what was happening. “You set me up, you dirty double crossing cop. I’ll make you pay for this. Get him boys!”
As the Butcher Boys rushed at Detective Nail, Benny exclaimed, “It will take the cops awhile to get in here. That will give us just enough time to pound you into hamburger, And for Batgirl to die!”
Detective Nail began to fight furiously with the three Butcher Boys as Batgirl continued to struggle with her cutting tool. Her air was giving out and she began to feel faint as her lungs ached from lack of oxygen. Fortunately, Nail was shoved in her direction, and when he ran into the conveyor belt next to her, he noticed in an instant that Batgirl was in desperate trouble. She had made an ‘O’ with her mouth as she tried to suck the plastic in and out, like a fish out of water. Nail managed to reach over and punch a hole in the plastic with his finger before he was dragged back into the melee. As Batgirl sucked in precious oxygen into her burning lungs, she managed to cut away enough rope to free her wrists and ankles so she could begin tearing away the suffocating plastic. She was inches from the steel housing where saws and blades whirled within. Batgirl sat up when one of the Butcher boys noticed her escape attempt, and rushed at her. From her sitting position, she threw up some plastic in front of his face, which he was promptly tangled in. Batgirl then gave him a swift kick with her boot and sent him flying backwards. Then she jumped off the conveyor belt to help Detective Nail with the others when she noticed Benny trying to sneak out the back. She grabbed one of the jump ropes she had been bound with, twirled it over her head like a bolo weapon, and tossed it accurately at Benny. It wrapped around his ankles and tripped him up. His overweight body toppled and he smacked the floor like a slab of meat. Finally, Batgirl was able to help Nail finish off the others.
Just as Benny and the Butcher Boys were out of commission, the police were finally able to break in and entered the large room, led by Commissioner Gordon and Chief O’Hara. The officers immediately began to surround the bruised and beaten members of the gang.
Gordon was shocked to see Detective Nail with Batgirl in the aftermath of the battle, and exclaimed, “Detective Nail, what’s going on? What are you doing here?”
“I’ll tell you what’s going on.” Batgirl interjected as she crossed her arms and struck a defiant pose. “This detective is in cahoots with Benny the Butcher’s gang. When you arrived, he turned on them and tried to save me from certain death at the last minute. Probably to save his own hide.”
Gordon, flabbergasted, looked at Nail and asked, “This is shocking! Is it true?”
“Absolutely not, Commissioner.” Detective Nail responded.
“Commissioner…” Chief O’Hara tried to interrupt.
“Hold on, Chief.” Commissioner Gordon said as he held up a hand to quiet O’Hara and then addressed Detective Nail, “Explain yourself.”
“I’ve been on a secret undercover mission to take down Benny’s crew and use them to eliminate all the organized crime in Gotham City. Chief O’Hara can back me up on this.”
Commissioner Gordon turned slowly to Chief O’Hara and asked him, “Chief?”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you, Commissioner.” Chief O’Hara explained. “Detective Nail came to me with this idea a year ago, and we decided that only he and I should know. That way, Benny and his boys would never find out.”
“Well,” Commissioner Gordon said, stunned by the turn of events. “Excellent work, Detective. Well done. I want a full report on my desk tomorrow afternoon.”
“Yes, sir.” Nail said. “Thank you.”
“All right, get these wharf rats out of here!” Chief O’Hara commanded to his force of uniformed men.
As Benny and his men were handcuffed and hustled out to the waiting paddy wagons, Benny yelled out, “I’ll get you for this, Nail, if it’s the last thing I do!”
“I guess we’ll add threatening a police officer along to the charges of trafficking of stolen goods, kidnapping, and attempted murder. Right, Chief?” said Commissioner Gordon.
“Aye, Commissioner. “Chief O’Hara said with a grim expression, “That we can.”
As Commissioner Gordon and Chief O’Hara exited, Batgirl walked up to Detective Nail with her hands on her hips and told him, “Well, I guess I owe you an apology.”
“And a ‘thank you’ for saving your life.” Detective Nail said with a smug grin.
Batgirl cocked her eyebrow and tilted her head at his remark. She was surprised, but a little amused by his cockiness. His confidence never failed to intrigue her. Of course, it didn’t hurt that he had just saved her life. The fact that he was ruggedly handsome and had given her an incredible orgasm earlier that evening also had something to do with it.
“Thank you.” Batgirl said, grudgingly.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you around Batgirl.” Detective Nail said, trying to act cool and holding out a hand to shake Batgirl’s gloved hand.
“Maybe you will.” Batgirl responded, as she thought that she would indeed see him again…as Barbara Gordon.
Just then, a police officer came in and yelled out, “Detective Nail, the Chief needs you!”
Detective Nail turned to face the officer and told him, “Tell him I’ll be right there.”
When he turned back, Batgirl was gone.
Later, back at the police headquarters, Chief O’Hara was busy questioning Benny the Butcher in the interrogation room.
“All right, boyo,” Chief O’Hara growled angrily. “Where’s the rest of the ransom money?”
“What are you talking about?” Benny said. “It’s all there.”
“Don’t play games with me, boyo,” Chief O’Hara responded. “There’s half missing. There’s supposed to be two hundred thousand, what did you do with the rest of it?”
“What?” Benny asked, puzzled. Then a slow realization began to come to him. Detective Nail had double-crossed him again.
The following weekend, Detective John Nail had taken Barbara Gordon out for dinner and a movie. Barbara had been thinking about John all week since the time she encountered him as Batgirl. She couldn’t stop thinking about what they had done, and she couldn’t wait to see him again. They arrived back at her apartment, and John was shocked when Barbara asked, “Do you want to come upstairs?”
John was pleasantly surprised. Usually, they kissed in the car, and John would try to feel Barbara up. Occasionally, he could talk her into a hand job. Then he would walk her up the steps to her apartment and kiss her goodnight. John’s heart began to race, and he finally answered, “Sure.”
Nail got out of the car and went around to let Barbara out, and then followed behind her, watching her shapely legs as she mounted the steps. This was one of his favorite parts of the date; staring at Barbara’s legs and high heels. John got even more of a look as they walked down the hall to Barbara’s apartment door. Once inside, she led him over to the living room couch and asked, “Can I get you something to drink? I have soda or juice.”
Instead of answering, John took a seat on the couch and grabbed Barbara’s wrist, pulling her down to sit close next to him. They embraced and began to make out passionately. John didn’t know what was going on with Barbara, but he wasn’t going to waste any time taking advantage of it before she changed her mind. John ran his hand up her smooth legs, expecting her to resist, but this time she didn’t, allowing his hand to roam over her thighs and then up her waist to her ample chest. As they kissed, Barbara slipped her tongue into John’s mouth, which he accepted gladly. His hand was now cupping her pert breast through her dress, and he fondled her gently as they exchanged wet kisses. He wanted to feel more of her, so he reached around and started to unzip the back of her dress so he could get at her soft treasures.
Barbara broke away and told John, “Not here.” And then stood up and took him by the hand and led him into towards her bedroom.
John had finally reached the Promised Land, and the raging hard on in his pants strained against his zipper. Barbara suddenly spun around when they reached the doorway to the bedroom and attacked John, hugging him and pressing her body up against his as she planted her lips on his mouth, kissing him hungrily. She couldn’t wait to get at his body, and began to unbutton his shirt as John removed his jacket and let it fall to the floor. Barbara then began to kiss his neck and then moved her lips down to his chest as she opened his shirt more and more. When she finally had it open, she quickly dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle his belt. John watched with amazement as Barbara almost tore his pants open, trying to get at what was inside. She jerked his boxer shorts down and his penis bounced out. Barbara Gordon quickly snatched it with her soft fist and then looked up at John to give him a sexy look before she devoured it into her salivating mouth. It was all John could do to keep from getting week at the knees as he braced himself in the door frame with his pants around his ankles as Barbara began to lubricate him with her eager mouth, licking the entire shaft as she twisted and turned her head. It was amazing, John thought. Last week Barbara was a prim and proper librarian, fighting off his advances, and now she was a sexual dynamo, acting as if she couldn’t get enough of him. All he could do was watch her on her knees in front of him with her legs crossed primly at the ankles as she sucked him off. Whatever was going on with her, he wasn’t about to question it.
Barbara continued to give John’s swollen cock a thorough tongue bath. When she felt she had him adequately excited, she let him slip out of her mouth and stood up in front of him. Then, with slow deliberate movements, she began to unzip her dress from behind and then let it slide to the floor. John looked her body over in the dimly lit room, and admired the curves of her athletic and petite body, her perfect dancer’s legs, her shapely hips, and her perky breasts, all covered with only her black lace bra, panties and high heels. Then, with a demure look over her shoulder, she padded over to the bed, stepped out of her pumps, and climbed under the sheets while John slipped off the rest of his clothes. Even though Barbara was clearly intent on making love to John, she was still shy with her body, and removed her bra and panties under the sheets while John walked over to the bed and climbed in with her.
Once in the cozy bed with Barbara, John asked, “Are you sure this okay?”
“Don’t worry.” Barbara assured him. “I’m protected.
John smiled, and then a sort of puzzled look came over his face as he tried to remember where he had heard that recently, but Barbara realized what she had said and pulled him close to kiss him on the mouth, distracting him. John shifted his body between Barbara’s smooth, taut legs and entered her, causing Barbara to gasp and tense up, arching her back as John filled her deep. John found her incredibly tight and wet, and he sucked in his breath as he began to move inside her. Her pussy was a perfect fit, and it seemed to grab and squeeze him as he began to pump slowly. He looked at Barbara Gordon, whose eyes were closed. She was sighing in ecstasy and he gave her one quick hard thrust and watched her bite her lip and groan. John was feeling bold now. He had Barbara Gordon, the commissioner’s daughter, right where he always wanted her, impaled and underneath him. He was going to be her daddy now, he thought as he began to pump harder now, making the bed shake slightly. John was going to give Barbara the fuck of her life, and he then proceeded to nail and pound her into the mattress with more intense force. Soon, Barbara was moaning and squealing under him. She had wrapped her toned legs around his waist and pulled him forward as she met his thrusts with her own pumping hips. John was ramming her harder, making her breasts bounce, and her back was arching up as Nail drove her head up into the pillows and backboard, which was now banging against the wall. He reached under and grasped her ass cheeks and drilled Barbara even deeper, making her scream out. John was afraid her neighbors would hear and clamped a hand over her open mouth as he continued fucking her furiously.
“Mmmmmph!” Barbara screamed out from behind his stifling hand as she began to climax. Her body began to quiver and tremble as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her body. She wanted John to keep fucking her forever.
When John was sure she had had enough, he pulled out and straddled Barbara’s stomach, placing his moist shaft between her breasts and squeezing them together to create a sheath for his throbbing cock. He then began to fuck her full mounds for several minutes, until he felt the welling up sensation in his groin of an impending climax. John then shifted forward and guided his cock forward until it reached Barbara’s waiting mouth. She pursed her lips and took him in hungrily as he slid his shaft forward past her lips, sucking her cheeks inward as he filled her hot mouth. He held her up by the back of the head and began to slowly pump her mouth, as Barbara swirled her pliant tongue around and around his head and shaft. John groaned, and then his body began to spasm as he unloaded down her throat. Barbara moaned noisily when she felt him come and continued sucking, swallowing the milky liquid until she gulped his entire load down with soft moans of delight. She loved the taste, and also the thought of giving him this intense pleasure. The control Barbara had over him with her mouth turned her on more than anything she had ever felt before, and she wanted to make sure he enjoyed every last second of it. Barbara soon found herself unable to wait until she could do it again… and again.
Finally, John was spent and he let himself fall down on the bed next to Barbara, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Barbara licked her lips and then kissed his chest as she let her hand slip down under the sheets to massage his sensitive cock. John winced, and then smiled at Barbara Gordon as she began to kiss and nibble on his chest.
It was going to be a long night.
THE END