Detective John Nail of the Gotham City Police Department waited on the sofa in Barbara Gordon’s living room. Tonight was a special night. Not only was it his birthday, but he had received a well-deserved night off to spend with his girlfriend, the petite and mild-mannered daughter of Police Commissioner Gordon. John couldn’t wait to see what Barbara had in store for his birthday. After making out on the couch for awhile, she had told him that she was going to get his present, and left the room.
John looked at his watch. It had been fifteen minutes. How long could it take to get a birthday present? Maybe she had to wrap it.
Just when he was about to call out for Barbara, she walked in and his heart skipped a beat. Barbara Gordon, who only a few weeks ago seemed a shy, unassuming, but shapely librarian, was now coming before him wearing high heeled pumps, a pearl necklace, and a sheer black negligee with black lace panties and bra. She brought over a large wooden box wrapped in a bow and laid it on his lap as she kneeled and snuggled up next to him on the couch and made herself comfortable.
"Go ahead and open it." Barbara said with an eager smile.
John found couldn’t help but admire her ample cleavage. He finally turned his attention to the gift and removed the ribbon. When he opened the lid of the walnut box, he was stunned to find a brand new silver plated .45 automatic handgun with ammo clips embedded in a red felt holder.
"Well! This is something else!" John exclaimed. "You didn’t have to do this."
"I want my favorite Detective to be with the best protection at all times." Barbara said with a sweet smile. She was pleased that he was happy with the present.
"This is wonderful, Barbara." John said sincerely. "I didn’t expect anything like this."
"Are you ready for your other present?" Barbara asked slyly as she took his gun box and set it aside on the coffee table.
John looked at her in surprise and said. "Sure. Absolutely."
"You have to close your eyes first." Barbara told him. "And no peeking."
John looked at her and smiled. Then he closed his eyes. The next thing he knew he felt Barbara unbuckling his belt. He opened his eyes and Barbara covered them up with one hand.
"I said not to peek." Barbara admonished him.
When Barbara made sure his eyes were closed, she finished opening his belt and unzipping his slacks. Then she reached into his boxer shorts and slipped out his now hardening penis. She encircled her fingers around the base, and with her right hand, she began to slowly stroke him up and down. As she did this, Barbara breathed into John’s ear and then licked the edge of it as the hairs rose on the back of his neck.
John lay his head back and sighed as Barbara shifted around to kneel between his legs while she opened his shirt and worked her kisses from his neck, down to his chest and over his stomach, giving him chills. Then, making sure his eyes were still closed, Barbara then took the purplish head of his shaft in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it several times. Then she gave his sack a good tongue bath and then worked her way back up the entire length of his penis. John tensed up at the sensation, giving Barbara a thrill knowing she was now in control of his pleasure.
"Do you like that?’ Barbara whispered in a teasing manner.
"Yeah." John barely groaned.
"Do you want me to stop?" Barbara asked as she gave the underside of his shaft a long, teasing lick.
John swallowed and said, "No."
Barbara Gordon then went to work on John, using every new technique that she had been reading about in the sex manuals and erotic fiction she found at the library. She liked seeing his reaction when she tried new things on him. It was a feeling of sexual power.
John was in ecstasy. Since he been dating Barbara Gordon for the past few weeks, he never ceased to be amazed at what she did to him. She was the most sensuous woman he had ever met and he was falling hard for her. If he didn’t be careful, he would almost feel like he was falling in love with her. But with his job, he wasn’t ready to take on that kind of commitment yet. He would have to string her along as long as he could. This was just too good to give up. If only her father knew what his sweet little daughter was really like.
John’s reverie was interrupted suddenly by the telephone ringing.
Barbara lifted her head up off of John’s lap and said with irritation, "Who could that be?"
John suddenly remembered something and spoke up. "That could be for me."
"For you?" Barbara asked.
"Yeah. I’m sorry." John apologized. "I left this number in case someone at the precinct had to get a hold of me in an emergency. I’d better answer it."
"Don’t you dare, John." Barbara said. "We’re supposed to be spending the evening together, remember?"
John looked at Barbara and then reached over to pick up the telephone next to the couch.
"Nail here." John answered. He then gave Barbara a gesture that said ‘It’s for me.’
Barbara watched flabbergasted as John took the call. The nerve of him, she thought, how dare he do this to me? Then Barbara decided she would teach him a little lesson. While John was conversing on the phone, she went back to pleasuring his cock with her tongue and mouth, trying to distract him.
John tried to concentrate on the call, but it was hard. Another Gotham City detective was informing him about a stake out of a jewelry heist crew. Apparently they were on the move and on their way to a job. John had been working this case for weeks, and now was the big break they were waiting for.
"How soon can you meet me there?" asked John.
Barbara heard this and realized John was going to leave. She lifted her head up to protest, saying, "John, you’re supposed to stay here with me tonight and-"
Barbara never finished her sentence. John pushed her head back down and filled her mouth with his cock. He held her down so his partner wouldn’t hear her voice. He didn’t want the guys at the precinct giving him a harder time than they already were about dating the Commissioner’s daughter.
Barbara was livid at first, but the taste of him in her mouth soon overcame her and she went back to work with more enthusiasm, licking and slurping while she sucked him off.
When John finished his call, he pulled Barbara up to him and told her, "I’ve got to go."
Barbara pouted her lips and pleaded with John. "You can’t go. Not tonight."
"Look, I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can." John assured her.
"You’ve got me all worked up." Barbara whined as she straddled his lap and began rubbing herself on his crotch.
"Okay," John relented. "But we have to make this quick."
Barbara deftly removed her panties and then knelt on the couch to mount John delicately, sliding herself down on his pole until she was fully impaled on him. Then she began the slow gyrations of her hips, pumping back and forth while she held onto his shoulders. Soon she leaned her head back and picked up her pace.
John grabbed onto her hips and rocked her faster on his lap. He tight inner walls pulled at him like a suction tube and it was more intense as the seconds went by. John buried his face in the cleavage of her chest, licking and kissing the top of her smooth firm breasts.
Only after five minutes, as Barbara humped furiously on him, John couldn’t help but let loose with a shuddering climax. As John shot his load inside Barbara, he bit down gently on her left nipple through her lace bra, causing her to cry out sharply.
John was done, and he lay back to recover his senses, as Barbara looked down at him and slowed her own movements. She couldn’t believe he had finished so quickly. Before she had a chance to finish herself off, she felt John start to lift her up.
"I have to go, Barbara." John told her.
"No. Wait." Barbara pleaded. "Just a few more minutes!"
"They’re waiting for me." John said as closed his pants back up. "I promise I’ll make this up to you."
Barbara sat on the couch and crossed her arms, pouting. John tried to kiss her but she turned her head away.
"Barbara, you know my job is important." John tried to reason with her.
Barbara looked at him for a moment and then her expression changed to one of understanding. "I know. I’m just being a spoiled brat."
"I will make this up to you." John said as he gathered his things to go.
"You better." Barbara said as she got to give him a hug goodbye. "Please be careful."
"I will." John said. He then gave Barbara one last kiss and left her apartment.
Once John was gone, Barbara didn’t know what to do with by herself. She could only think about John and where he was going. I hate to do this, Barbara thought, but she decided to follow him, rationalizing that he might need her help.
Within five minutes, Barbara had changed into her Batgirl suit, mounted her Batgirl cycle, and was on her way to follow her John towards his destination.
****
The Gotham City Police detectives made quick work of the diamond thieves. Just as they were coming out with their heist, they were pounced upon by the team of detectives led by John Nail. From atop a building across the street, Batgirl watched with interest as the perpetrators were hauled away. She was glad she didn’t have to interfere and also relived that John wasn’t hurt. She could certainly empathize with what he went through in his line of work. Being a crime fighter and raised by a police commissioner saw to that.
John was the last to leave the scene of the bust. He was making a few more entries in his notepad for the report he would have to write later. Just then, the sound of a motorcycle rumbled up next to his sedan. John looked over and saw Batgirl astride her purple machine and sat up at attention.
"Batgirl, what brings you out at this time of night?" John asked, trying to act unimpressed by Batgirl’s presence.
"I should ask you the same thing." Batgirl responded with a slight smug tone in her voice.
"I’m on the job tonight." John answered. "We just capped the diamond heist crew that have been hitting every jewelry store in Gotham for the past three months."
"Well, good for you, Detective Nail." Batgirl said. "Another feather in your cap."
Nail stared at Batgirl with a crooked smile, silent, until she became uncomfortable waiting for him to say something. Finally he asked Batgirl. "Is there something I can do for you, Batgirl?"
"I’d like to speak with you a moment, Detective." Batgirl said.
"Okay. I’m listening." John responded.
"Not here. Follow me." Batgirl said and roared off on her motorcycle.
John started his car and took off after her. It took him a few minutes to catch up, as Batgirl seemed to be playing a game of chase with him. Finally she turned down an alley off of a deserted street and rode until she reached a chain link fence dead end. John pulled up slowly and cut off his engine behind Batgirl’s motorcycle. He watched her get off and wait for him with her arms crossed by the chain link fence. John admired the shape of her body in the glow of a distant street light. She sort of reminded him of Barbara Gordon.
John walked up to Batgirl and leaned against the fence, keeping his distance a few feet away. He had no idea what she had in mind and waited for her to say something. When she didn’t, he asked her. "Well? What did you want to talk about?"
Batgirl didn’t say a word. She only walked over to Nail and leaned up to kiss him. John was naturally surprised by this forward gesture. He had thought of Batgirl since their intimate encounters in Benny the Butcher’s warehouse, but he tried to put that out of his mind. After all, he was a one-woman man, and Barbara Gordon was his woman now.
John broke away from Batgirl’s sensuous kiss and held her back by the arms. "Wait a minute. I have to say something."
Batgirl looked at him and gave him a questioning tilt of her head, as if to ask him what? She was thrilled by this little game with her boyfriend, and she found it sort of fun to test his mettle. Would he be tempted by Batgirl, or stay true to Barbara Gordon?
"Look, I think you're very sweet." John began nervously. "But I’m involved with someone else right now."
"Hmmm." Batgirl responded. "She must be a very lucky girl. Who is she?"
"Well, if you must know, she’s the police commissioner’s daughter." John answered.
"Barbara Gordon?" Batgirl asked. "She doesn’t seem like your style, Detective."
"What do you mean?" John said.
"Well, you are Gotham City’s best detective and Barbara is just a librarian." Batgirl said in a sort of mocking tone. "You seem like you would prefer a faster type of girl."
"What makes you say that?" John asked, going along with her little game. He now realized Batgirl was trying to get a rise out of him.
"I seem to remember a few weeks ago when you were so eager to go along with pretending that you were being so, um, amorous with me in Benny’s hideout." Batgirl reminded him with relish.
"I seem to remember that you were the one who made the suggestion." John said.
"So what’s different now?" Batgirl said as she gave him a girlish pose with her hands on her hips, accentuating her svelte figure for him.
"I’m more serious now with my girlfriend, if you must know." John said.
"Well." Barbara said as she pushed John back up against the chain link fence. "Would your girlfriend do this?"
Batgirl slid her gloved hand down John’s chest and stomach and then stopped over his crotch. Once there she gave him a gentle squeeze, never taking her eyes off his.
John’s heart began to beat fast. There was something about Batgirl’s aggressive sexuality that was hard to resist. She obviously didn’t care that he had a girlfriend, and he didn’t believe that Batgirl would ever tell her anything. It seemed that Batgirl had gotten attached to him ever since he'd had her in that warehouse several weeks ago. But that was no excuse to cheat on Barbara.
"Look, this has gone far enough." John said. "You’d better go before we do something we’ll both regret."
Batgirl was touched by his sincerity. She had to have him more than ever now, even if it meant making him believe he was betraying Barbara.
"I won’t regret this." Batgirl said as she dropped and squatted down, resting her tight rump on the heels of her boots, as she began to open John’s slacks.
John watched in amazement as the famous Batgirl pulled his member out and began licking and kissing the head of it as she balanced herself with one hand on the chain link fence. He couldn’t believe the beautiful caped crusader was now taking him in her mouth. She looked sexy down there in her cowl and costume as she began to wrap her lips around him and suck him hungrily. John finally decided that if she wanted to play games, he was more than willing to play along. It was obvious that she wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer. Besides, it wasn’t every day Batgirl gave you a blow job.
Batgirl loved having John in her mouth, whether it was as Batgirl or Barbara Gordon. She loved the salty sweet taste and the feeling of power it gave her to give him this ultimate pleasure. She took him deeper and deeper into her mouth until he was almost at the back of her throat. While she sucked him, she teased his sack with the tips of her gloved fingers and thrilled when she heard him gasp and sigh as he tensed up. She kept it up for several minutes until she sensed that he was about to explode.
John couldn’t take it any more. He lifted Batgirl up to her feet and pushed her up against the fence. He reached around to grab her ass cheeks, and squeezed her close to him while he kissed her.
Batgirl reached between her legs and parted the zip lock type seam in the crotch of her costume, making an opening to allow John to enter her. She then grabbed his hard pole and guided him to the wet slit of her opening.
John felt the unmistakable sensation of Batgirl’s tuft of hair and her pussy wrapping around his member. He reached under and lifted Batgirl’s petite body and impaled her with one quick thrust.
Batgirl let out a gasp and then lifted her thighs higher so she could wrap her legs around John’s waist, locking her ankles behind him as she grabbed onto the fence above her to brace herself.
Soon, John was fucking Batgirl up against the pliable fence, pushing himself deeper into her with each thrust. Batgirl met his thrusts with her own hip movements, pushing forward against his grinding hips as she held on for dear life, trying not to scream out.
John nailed her relentlessly against the fence for several minutes. His baser instincts had taken over and now all he wanted was to screw Batgirl good and hard. He was going to give her the fuck of a lifetime, one that she would never forget. Then after it was all over, he was going to ignore her from now on and concentrate on Barbara. To make sure this was the last time, he decided that he would have to treat Batgirl like dirt, and totally use her. That way she would be disgusted with him and never want him again.
Batgirl was in ecstasy. She had never felt so wild and free as John laid into her. She couldn’t get over how good his cock felt inside her, and she also couldn’t help but notice how passionate he was with her. Did he really like Batgirl more than Barbara?
John paused for a moment and looked at Batgirl, as if he knew what she was thinking. He watched her responses as he gave her a series of quick hard thrusts. Her lips parted and eyes closed as she sighed from his deep penetrations. Then he pulled out of her suddenly, bringing out a squeal from Batgirl.
Before Batgirl knew it, John had spun her around and grasped her around the waist as he lifted her slightly to penetrate her from the rear. Once back inside her sopping wet sheath, he shoved himself up against her, mashing her up to the fence. Batgirl grabbed onto the fence and winced as John began to ram her from behind, wrapping one arm around her neck and the other across her chest so he could squeeze her pert breasts in his palms.
John hammered Batgirl hard for several minutes, making the fence shake back and forth. Her boots were almost off the ground as John humped her in the dark alleyway. He was fully intent on punishing Batgirl now for making him cheat on Barbara. Without a word, John lifted her and carried over to his car without pulling out of her. He bent her over the hood and pushed her down flat as her cape spread out over the car. Then he proceeded to ram her hard, filling her as deep as he could go.
Batgirl tried to lean up but John pushed her back down roughly and leaned on top of her. She could only gasp and moan as John pounded her furiously. John was so close to her face now that she could feel his breath on her neck.
John reached up to unzip the top of her costume so he could kiss her bare back. Then, as he began to pump his load into her with white-hot intensity, he bit into the soft skin of her back, making Batgirl scream out. John quickly clamped a hand over her mouth to keep anyone from hearing. He continued his lighting quick thrusts until he spent his entire load deep in her belly. Even after he came, he continued to hump her slowly until he finally came to a stop, gasping hard for air.
"I’ve got to go." John said with cold callousness as he pulled out of Batgirl and gave her a quick slap on her rear. He zipped himself up as he went to open his car door and climbed in. He started the car as Batgirl gathered her senses and she quickly got up from the car.
Batgirl couldn’t believe what was happening. This couldn’t be the same man she was falling in love with as Barbara Gordon. How could he be so cold?
"John, wait a minute." Batgirl demanded. "Where are you going?"
"I gave you what you wanted." John said as he started to back down the alley. "I’ll see you around sometime, Batgirl. It’s been fun."
Totally confused and hurt, Batgirl watched as John turned and drove away. As she climbed tenderly on her motorcycle, she felt a sort of wonderful soreness between her legs. She didn’t know exactly what it was, but something about the way he had treated her made her…want him even more? Was this a dark side of John that was attractive to her? She was beginning to wonder which side she liked better.
As she rode off into the night with the indescribable feeling of the powerful machine between her legs, she wondered if maybe she could have them both.
****
The next evening John Nail was on his way to the precinct to start his shift. He was feeling guilty for what happened with Batgirl the previous evening that he avoided calling Barbara all day. Now he was pulling up in front of the Gotham City Library after closing time to see if he could make it up to Barbara for having spoiled their previous evening together. John saw a light on inside as he walked up to the front door and peered inside. He unlocked the door and entered quietly so he could surprise her.
Barbara was behind the checkout counter looking at a book when she heard footsteps. Startled, she looked up, and was surprised to see John walking up to the counter. She quickly slammed the book shut and moved it aside, as if she had been caught red-handed.
"John!" Barbara exclaimed. "How did you get in here?"
"Being a member of the police department has its privileges." John said. "I have keys to most of the municipal buildings for emergencies."
"This is not an emergency." Barbara said in a scolding tone.
"What are you reading there?" John asked, noticing the book she had set brushed away.
"Nothing." Barbara said quickly. "I’m just finishing up some work."
John could tell she was lying by her guilty look. He looked at the cover of the book and smiled. "The Kama Sutra. That isn’t proper reading material for a young single woman."
"Don’t be silly, John." Barbara said flustered. "I was just checking it back in."
"Sure you were." John said with a grin.
"Honestly, John Nail. You are impossible!" Barbara said, trying to laugh it off. "Aren’t you supposed to be at work by now?"
"I’ve got a few minutes." John said. "I wanted to bring you something."
John took out a small box from his jacket as he came around the counter and laid it on the counter in front of Barbara. Barbara looked at him for a moment and then reached for the box to open it. Inside was a diamond pendant necklace.
"Oh, John, it’s beautiful." Barbara said as she took it delicately and held it up to the light.
"Let’s try it on." John said as he took the necklace from her.
Barbara turned her back to him so he could place it around her neck and clasp it at the back of the neck. Once it was on, Barbara looked down as it lay on her ample bosom and admired the way it glowed in the light.
John wrapped his arms around her waist and clasped his hands over her flat stomach as he placed his chin on her shoulder. John asked her. "Do you like it?"
"I love it." Barbara exclaimed as she covered John’s hands with her own. "It must have been expensive."
John thought of that for a moment. It wasn’t actually. He had lifted it from the bag of evidence obtained from the jewelry heist the night before. He knew it would be reported missing and the jewelry store insurance company would take care of it.
"You’re worth it." John said as he slid his hands up and cupped Barbara’s breasts in his palms as he kissed her neck.
Barbara closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of John holding her close like this. His kisses gave her a chill and she turned her head to the side to return his kisses. She moaned softly when she felt him push his groin up against her firm behind. With one hand, she reached around behind her to fondle his hard bulge. Soon their kisses became more passionate until the both of them were breathing hard as they groped each other.
John reached down to take the hem of Barbara’s tight dark blue skirt and pulled it up until it was up over her waist. He gave her ass cheeks a good squeeze and then grabbed her silk panties and slid them down over her smooth thighs. One thing about Barbara, John thought, her legs were so nice that she never had to wear those bothersome stockings; unless, of course, she was dressing up for him.
With both hands, Barbara reached behind her and blindly unbuckled John’s belt and undid his zipper. She gasped as John reached around and cupped her warm mound. She was instantly wet and ready to have him inside her. When John grasped her hips with one hand and used his other to guide his cock into her opening, she was reminded of the previous evening in the alley. Barbara began to get even more aroused than she already was.
John slid himself into Barbara slowly, savoring her tight wet slit. He shifted until he was fully comfortable inside her, and then he began to stroke his hips back and forth in a smooth rhythm, as Barbara sighed and moaned before him.
Barbara was now with her legs spread apart and bent slightly over the high counter. She leaned against it as John humped her from behind and began to kiss the back of her neck. Then she felt him start to undo the buttons at the back of her sheer white blouse. Her loud moans were now echoing in the empty library and she had to bite her lip from making too much noise.
John was banging her harder now as he kissed Barbara’s now bare back. With increasing intensity, he pummeled her from behind as he tried to block the image of Batgirl from his mind. With his eyes shut and hands clenched on Barbara’s firm mounds, John tensed as he pushed desperately toward his climax.
When Barbara felt John begin to seize, she let herself go and allowed the overwhelming wave of her own orgasm wash over her in a rush. She shuddered and groaned as John thrust deep inside of her, pushing her hips up tight against the counter. Barbara could feel John throbbing inside her, and it gave her an ecstatic feeling to know he was coming.
When John finally came to a halt, he paused to catch his breath. When John opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed startled him. On Barbara’s back near her shoulder blade was the faint but unmistakable imprint of teeth marks. At first he was stunned. How could Barbara do this to him? Who was she seeing behind his back? But, after a few moments, the slow realization came to him that the bite mark was his. All of a sudden everything started to make sense, and he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before.
Barbara Gordon was Batgirl.
"John?" Barbara said, as she tried to get her John’s attention. He appeared like he was in a daze. "Are you alright?"
John snapped out of it and responded. "Yeah. I’m fine. I just got a little light-headed there for a minute."
They were both at a loss for words as they each straightened their clothes and gathered themselves together. This was the first time they had ever done something like this in a public place and it was sort of embarrassing.
"I love the necklace." Barbara finally said.
"I’m glad." John said, trying his best to act naturally. He then gave her a peck on the cheek and told her. "I’d better get going."
Barbara hugged him close and whispered, "Please be careful."
John returned her hug and kissed Barbara Gordon once more before he left. Once Barbara heard the door close and lock, she smiled and held the diamond pendant in her fingers.
****
John was in a daze at the Gotham City police precinct. Hundreds of thoughts ran through his mind. First, he couldn’t believe Barbara would come on to him as Batgirl. What was that all about? Was she just playing games with him? Obviously she didn’t want him to know she was Batgirl, but was she ever going to reveal her secret to him? John also had his scams running within the Gotham City underworld. He could handle Barbara Gordon and keep her in the dark, but Batgirl was a different matter. It was hard to think of them as one and the same, but it was only a matter of time when Batgirl would find out about him.
That information would then be passed on directly to her father, Commissioner Gordon.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He decided he needed to vent his frustrations until he figured out what to do. John knew just the person to see.
****
Nomi Malone was getting ready for work as a waitress at Timberwolves nightclub. She slipped on a black long-sleeve mesh top that was cut off just below the black bra she wore underneath. This accentuated her flat stomach and completed her ensemble of black leather hot pants and boots. She clipped on her large dangling earrings and fluffed up her curly brown locks when she heard a knock on her door.
Nomi went to the door and checked the peephole. Then she muttered, "Shit!"
Reluctantly, she opened the door slightly and looked out at Detective John Nail.
"Hello, Nomi." John said with a cold smile.
John visited Nomi whenever he wanted the latest word on the streets. She was one of his best informants since she worked at the nightclub that was frequented by many of Gotham City’s lowlife criminals. The only problem was Nomi hated giving information to Nail because he hardly paid her anything. John had arrested her a couple of years ago, and now she was on parole for robbing a man when she worked as a call girl. All John had to do to get information from her was threaten to revoke her parole and send her back to jail. For this, Nomi despised Detective Nail.
"I’m late for work." Nomi said. "I was just on my way out."
John pushed his way in the door and closed it behind him as Nomi looked at him angrily.
"What do you have for me?" John asked.
"Nothing." Nomi said as she crossed her arms in a defiant manner.
"Don’t fuck around with me, Nomi." John said. "I’m not in the mood right now."
"I told you I didn’t have anything." Nomi responded with a smug look, as if she was daring him to do something.
John had to grin inside. They played the same game every time. He would ask her for information and she would refuse. Then he would have to get rude with her. For some reason, she seemed to get a perverse thrill out it, and she never let him down.
John grabbed Nomi by the wrist and spun her around, wringing her arm up to her shoulder blades painfully as he shoved her against the wall. With his other hand, he grabbed a handful of her curly locks and yanked her head back, making her wince and gasp.
"Look, you little whore. Don’t play games with me." John hissed in her ear.
Nomi was suddenly frightened. Somehow, Nail seemed different than the other times. She had the feeling he would hurt her if she wasn’t careful with him.
"I heard something." Nomi finally gasped.
"What?" John demanded.
"There’s a bounty on Batgirl." Nomi said, desperately coming up with something to tell.
John was stunned at first to hear this. He pulled Nomi’s hair harder and snarled. "You better not be lying about this."
"I swear!" Nomi cried. "You’re hurting me!"
"Who’s got the bounty out?" John asked, holding Nomi firm in his grip.
"You have to promise not to tell I told you anything!" Nomi begged.
"Answer me." John demanded.
"Bob at the club." Nomi finally revealed, referring to her boss.
"If you’re lying, I swear I’ll kill you." John growled in her ear.
With that, John released Nomi and left her shaking and holding her sore arm inside her apartment. Nomi prayed she wouldn’t regret telling Nail what she had told him.
****
The Timberwolves nightclub was located in a refurbished warehouse on the East Side of downtown Gotham City. Detective Nail entered the club and took a quick look around.
The interior was dark, and it’s décor consisted mainly of wood and burgundy leather. Waitresses scampered about the tables and booths with drink orders, and there were six cages suspended from the ceiling containing bikini-clad dancers moving to the heavy rock music. The clientele was mainly the low end of Gotham City’s criminal element. All of them either turned their back to hide or glared at Detective Nail with hatred as he headed to the staircase that led to a private balcony where the owner of the club held court.
At the top of the stairs, Nail encountered a massive bald-headed giant and told him, "Step aside, Butterball."
The giant snarled and then moved aside reluctantly when Brutal Bob, who was sitting in his booth with two sexy twin sisters on each side, told him, "Let him by, Tiny."
Nail walked past Tiny and up to the booth and said, "How’s it going, Bob?"
"What can I do for you, Detective?" Brutal Bob responded with muted anger.
"I need to speak to you." Nail said solemnly. "Alone."
"Ladies, why don’t you run downstairs and entertain the customers for awhile?" Brutal Bob told his two girls.
The sisters pouted and moaned, but finally got up to leave as Nail sat down across from Brutal Bob, who lit up a big fat cigar.
"Make it quick, Detective." Brutal Bob said. "You’re making my customers nervous."
"I’ll get right to the point." Nail said. "What’s this I hear about a bounty on Batgirl?"
"Where did you hear that?" Brutal Bob said without skipping a beat.
"Never mind where I heard it. Is it true?" Nail asked.
"Hell, no." Brutal Bob answered. "Whoever told you that is full of shit."
"I think you’re full of shit, Bob." Nail said. "How much is the bounty?"
Brutal Bob only stared at Nail, refusing to answer.
"What if I told you I could bring you Batgirl?" Nail asked.
"What is this?" Brutal Bob asked. "Some sort of sting? I’m not admitting to anything."
"I can get her for you." Nail said, looking Brutal Bob straight in the eyes.
"Okay. Let’s just say that I do have a bounty, and I’m not admitting that I am. Why should I trust you? Everyone knows you’re a crooked cop." Brutal Bob said.
"You don’t have a choice, Bob." Nail said calmly. Then he leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Look, I know this place brings down about seventy five thousand a month in liquor sales alone; but all your waitresses are either hookers, peddling dope, or on parole. That dancer over there is underage. There’s a hundred different ways I can bust you and shut down this club. So you can either deal with me, or say goodbye to your cash cow."
"Alright." Brutal Bob said with tired resignation. "I’ll go along since I have no choice. Besides, if there’s even a remote chance that I can get my hands on Batgirl, I’ll take it. The bounty is five hundred thousand, alive."
"Now you’re starting to think clearly, Bob." Nail said. "But I think Batgirl is worth a little more than that. I want half up front. Four hundred thousand, cash."
"For some reason, I believe you’re serious, Detective." Brutal Bob said with a widening grin. "Let’s go to my office, and I’ll get your money."
****
Batgirl had received a message from Detective Nail through her father, Commissioner Gordon, that Nail wanted to meet her at 2:00AM in downtown Gotham. Supposedly it was very important, and Batgirl hoped that maybe it was for more personal reasons than police business, as her father suggested.
Batgirl pulled up alongside Detective Nail’s sedan at the meeting place on the East Side of Gotham City and said to John, "You wanted to see me?"
"I thought you’d like to know someone has a cash bounty on you." John informed her.
"Is that so?" Batgirl said incredulously. "What despicable person would that be?"
"Brutal Bob." John said. "I’m on my way to see him now. I thought you’d like to come."
"Absolutely." Batgirl said with a stern expression. The nerve of this Brutal Bob was astounding to Batgirl. She had heard stories of his sadistic beatings to his enemies, none of whom ever pressed charges against him for fear of retaliation or death. She wanted to meet this scoundrel face to face, and teach him a lesson or two, if this bounty was true.
****
Batgirl and Detective Nail arrived outside Timberwolves nightclub after closing time and picked the lock of the front door. Then they headed to the second floor where Brutal Bob’s office was located, and found him counting his money.
"Well." Said Brutal Bob, barely looking up from his work. "What do I owe the pleasure?"
"What’s this I hear about a bounty on me?" Batgirl asked defiantly.
Brutal Bob’s relaxed demeanor had, at first, disarmed Batgirl and Detective Nail. Quicker than a snake, Brutal Bob pulled a large handgun and aimed at the two of them.
"Don’t make a move, both of you." Brutal Bob commanded them. "Take out your gun real slow, Detective, and kick it in this direction."
Nail hesitated at first, and then pulled out his gun from his holster and leaned over to lay it on the floor. After he stood back up, he kicked it over by Brutal Bob’s desk.
"Good." Brutal Bob said. "Now take your handcuffs and cuff Batgirl’s hands behind her back. Do it real slow."
"I’m sorry." Detective Nail told Batgirl as he pulled out a pair of steel cuffs and placed them on Batgirl’s slender wrists.
Once Batgirl was cuffed, Brutal Bob told Nail. "Okay. Back way."
Detective Nail backed up a few steps, and Brutal Bob pointed his gun at him.
"What are you going to do?" Batgirl asked anxiously as Brutal Bob aimed his gun threateningly at Nail.
"I’m going to kill this double-crossing cop." Brutal Bob answered. "Did you know that he scammed his own police department one hundred thousand bucks and made it look like Benny the Butcher took it? Who knows what other scams he’s pulled? He even double-crossed you, Batgirl. He set you up and brought you here tonight to collect for himself."
Batgirl, stunned by this information, turned to Nail and looked him in the eyes. From his expression, she knew he was guilty. Her eyes watered from the hurt and betrayal by the man she thought she loved as Barbara Gordon.
"What are you doing?" Nail said to Bob. "This wasn’t part of the deal!"
"I reserve the right to change my mind, Detective." Brutal Bob laughed and fired at Nail.
Detective Nail crumpled to the floor as Batgirl screamed. "Nooooooooo!!!!!!!"
In an instant, Batgirl rushed over to Nail’s prone form on the floor, and didn’t hear Brutal Bob come up from behind to hit her with the butt of his handgun, knocking her out cold.
****
When Batgirl awoke, her head ached. After her senses cleared, she tried to get a bearing on where she was. The room she was in was a darkly decorated bedroom, and it appeared to her that she was on a large oval bed covered with black satin sheets. Batgirl’s hands were still handcuffed behind her, and when she tried to sit up, she discovered that there was a chain and collar attached around her neck.
"Welcome to my little dungeon, Batgirl." Came a voice from a dark corner of the room.
Brutal Bob emerged into the subdued light and looked down at Batgirl’s helpless form.
Batgirl quickly twisted and tugged at her handcuffs, and a building fear started to come over her. This animal had just killed Detective Nail, and she could only wonder what he had in store for her.
"It’s not every day when I get a woman of your caliber in my bedroom." Brutal Bob said as he sat on the bed next to Batgirl and put a hand on her thigh.
"Don’t touch me, you beast!" Batgirl spat at her captor as she pulled her leg away.
"When I get through with you, you’ll change your tune, Batgirl." Brutal Bob said with an ominous tone as he loosened the front of his black satin robe, revealing a tattoo-covered torso. "You’re all mine now, and this time, no one’s going to save you."
"You won’t get away with this!" Batgirl exclaimed. "You killed a detective. The Gotham City police will find you sooner or later!"
"I don’t think so." Brutal Bob said. "I already dumped Nail and his car in Gotham Bay, and no one knows where we are right now."
"What are you going to do with me?" Batgirl asked, more fearful now.
"First, me and you are going to get better acquainted." Brutal Bob said with a laugh as he began to undo the tie around the waist of the robe.
"You disgusting animal!" Batgirl hissed. "I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last man alive! Let me go or you’ll pay for this!"
Brutal Bob suddenly lashed out and backhanded Batgirl across the face, stunning her with sudden pain. He then grabbed her roughly by the cheeks and warned her. "Watch your mouth, or I’ll have to put something in it."
Batgirl twisted her head from side to side quickly and then found the skin between Brutal Bob’s thumb and forefinger and bit hard into it. Brutal Bob let out a yell of pain and yanked his hand free.
"All right, you asked for it." Brutal Bob snarled as he opened a drawer in the nightstand by his bed and took out a large rubber ball gag. "Open your mouth."
When Batgirl refused, Brutal Bob punched Batgirl in the solar plexus, knocking the air out of her. As Batgirl opened her mouth to gasp in air, Brutal Bob jammed the ball gag in her mouth, and then struggled to fasten the strap tight around her cowl.
"Mmmmmph!" Batgirl tried to scream through the stifling rubber ball as the bitter taste made her gag. She began to struggle desperately as she watched Brutal Bob disrobe.
Brutal Bob now stood above her by the bed, with his erect cock inches from her face. Batgirl used her athletic body to twist her legs around to kick him in the groin, but Brutal Bob was prepared, and grabbed her firm by the ankles and then split her legs apart as he climbed onto the bed with her. He kneeled between her twisting legs and enjoyed watching her struggle.
"Once I’m done with you, I’m going to invite every costumed goon over here to take their turn." Brutal Bob told Batgirl as she twisted violently in his grasp. "I’m sure the Joker and the Penguin would pay good money to have you. And I can’t wait to see what the Riddler does to the Batgirl."
Batgirl cringed at the thought of Brutal Bob’s devious plans. Somehow she had to escape the clutches of this animal, but the longer she struggled, the more hopeless her plight was becoming. Batgirl realized her efforts to escape his grasp were only making her weaker, while at the same time it was arousing her tormentor.
"Don’t worry Batgirl," Brutal Bob said as he settled in between her legs. "I won’t bruise you up too much. I’ve got plans for you. You see, I’m going to get you pregnant. That way, these nice tits of yours will swell up a little larger with milk."
Batgirl’s eyes went wide with horror at the thought of giving birth to a child from this beast. Despite her decision to save her strength, Batgirl began to moan and scream behind her muffled gag as Brutal Bob took a razor and began to slice away the front of her costume.
Once Batgirl’s breasts spilled out, Brutal Bob grabbed them and squeezed painfully, making her wince and groan. Then he leaned down to suck and bite her now swollen nipples. Once he was fully worked up, Brutal Bob reached between Batgirl’s leg to fondle her crotch and discovered the seam between her legs and opened it up to get at her slit.
"I can’t believe it." Brutal Bob said as he placed the head of his hard shaft at Batgirl’s opening. "I’m about to fuck the Batgirl."
With one quick motion, Brutal Bob thrust his cock hard and deep into Batgirl, making her back arch upward as he filled her to the hilt.
"Mmmmmph!" Batgirl tried to scream as Brutal Bob lay all his weight on top of her and proceeded to ram his cock with force inside her. He reached under to grab her ass cheeks and get better penetration and continued to nail Batgirl into the bed with brutal force.
After an hour of non-stop pounding, Brutal Bob pulled out and flipped the now exhausted Batgirl over onto her stomach. He ripped the opening in her costume up until her ass was exposed. Since his cock was now lubricated with her juices, Brutal Bob entered Batgirl from behind and began to ream her ass painfully.
Batgirl cried and groaned from the agonizing assault as Brutal Bob grunted on top of her. He sadistically grabbed her by her handcuffed wrists and twisted upwards until she gave another muffled scream of agony. "Unnnnnnmmmph!!!"
Brutal Bob reached for Batgirl’s red tresses to pull her head back, but the hair suddenly slipped off along with Batgirl’s cowl. When he looked down, he was shocked that Batgirl had been wearing a wig and then turned her face to get a better look at her. When he realized it was Barbara Gordon, Brutal Bob was stunned.
"Holy shit! The commissioner’s daughter!" Brutal Bob exclaimed. "I’m fucking Commissioner Gordon’s daughter."
With renewed excitement, Brutal Bob picked up his pace and hammered Batgirl for yet another half hour, driving her head forward into the backboard of the bed, until he was exhausted. Batgirl was already drained from the ordeal and had passed out. With one last gasp of energy, Brutal Bob shot his initial load in Batgirl’s ass and then pulled out to spill the rest over her quivering back. Once he was spent, Brutal Bob gathered his senses and went to his bathroom to put on a robe and wash up.
As he passed by the bed and saw Batgirl’s unconscious form on his way back upstairs, Brutal Bob muttered. "My price just went up."
****
Brutal Bob went to his office with the intention of making some phone calls. When he picked up the phone, a voice from a dark corner of the room startled him.
"Is that you, Nail?" Brutal Bob asked when he recognized the detective. "I thought you’d be on your way out of the country by now."
"I have some unfinished business." Detective Nail said evenly as he approached the desk.
"You want to take a turn with Batgirl?" Brutal Bob asked with a nervous laugh.
"I already have." Nail replied and set a revolver down on the desktop.
"What’s this for?" Brutal Bob asked, suddenly very afraid.
"Can you write?" Nail asked brutal Bob.
"What do you mean, can I write?" Brutal Bob replied with a puzzled expression.
"You’re going to have to write your suicide note along with your will." Nail said as he pulled his automatic from his holster and cocked it ominously.
Brutal Bob realized what was going to happen. Detective Nail was going to make Bob kill himself and make it look like suicide, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Can I ask you one question?" Brutal Bob asked.
"Sure. Why not?" Nail answered.
"Why did you want it to look like I killed you?" Brutal Bob asked.
"That’s a long story." Nail said. "But for one reason, I don’t want the young lady downstairs to miss me. It’s better if she knows I was a slime, like you."
It was dawn when Batgirl finally awoke. Her body ached from head to toe, and when she gathered her strength to move, she was relieved to find that she was no longer collared or handcuffed. The degrading ball gag, which had been stuffed in her mouth, lay on the nightstand beside the bed.
Batgirl fastened her costume back together as best as she could and then made a painful climb up the stairs to Brutal Bob’s office. Her lithe body was wracked with pain and soreness, but she finally made it, and found Brutal Bob slumped over his desk with a revolver still clutched in one hand. A thin stream of blood ran off the edge of the desk to a dark crimson pool on the floor.
Batgirl became disturbed to remember this is where John had been shot, and approached cautiously until she discovered a note lying on the desk beside Brutal Bob’s head. It read:
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN,
I’VE DONE TERRIBLE THINGS THAT I CANNOT LIVE WITH ANY MORE.
I WISH FOR ALL MY EARTHLY POSSESSIONS TO BE GIVEN TO MY EMPLOYEE, NOMI
MALONE.
SIGNED,
ROBERT CASHMAN
Batgirl shook her head and picked up the phone to call the Gotham City police. When she reported her situation and the police were on their way, she hung up the phone and went to sit on a leather sofa. Batgirl then curled up and began to sob uncontrollably.
After all the investigations were said and done, the only trace of Detective John Nail was his sedan found in Gotham Bay. The water was dragged for several days, but no body was ever found. His death was officially ruled a murder and the case was closed.
EPILOGUE: Three years later
Pedro Infante looked out of the second story window of his Spanish style hacienda to the courtyard pool below. His gringo guest was relaxing with two beautiful topless women, one of who was massaging his shoulders while the other performed oral pleasure on him. It was almost three years to the day since that the gringo came to their small coastal town in Southern Mexico. Within that time, the gringo had insinuated himself into the small town’s police department, buying himself the position of police chief. In that short time, he brought his experience as big city U.S. police detective to their town and eliminated crime completely. In turn, the impoverished town embraced him and they began to prosper with his new ideas. In all practicality, the gringo was the most powerful man in Villa Podrida. He was even more powerful than the mayor, Pedro Infante himself. But no one could complain because jobs were plentiful, crime was non-existent, the economy was thriving, and they were more or less self-sufficient. They were almost modern by Mexico’s small town standards. One could say it was almost paradise. Or paradise lost.
As Pedro watched the gringo by the pool with the beautiful Lopez sisters, he wondered why he felt that he had made a deal with the devil himself.
THE END