Batgirl: Unmasked

Batgirl is owned and trademarked by Warner Brothers. This story was written for entertainment purposes only and not intended for monetary gain. Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers.

1 - Nomi

Vic Spinelli waited in his Cadillac sedan until Nomi came out of the club and came around to climb in from the passenger side. He smiled at Nomi's slinky outfit and then drove off to a secluded side street where no one was around.

Once he stopped the car and shut off the engine, Spinelli told Nomi, "Okay, take it out."

Nomi was surprised. Normally they couldn't wait to take it out themselves. This was usually where she went for her switchblade knife, but Spinelli waited patiently, staring back at her with a grin on his face and one arm across the back of the seat. Suddenly she began to get a bad feeling about this guy. All right, she decided, she'd do it his way for now. Nomi leaned over a bit and with both hands began to undo his belt and then his zipper. While she took her time doing it, Spinelli reached down slowly behind his seat with his arm and took out an automatic pistol from the seat pocket, and brought it up quickly to Nomi's temple, making her freeze and gasp with shock.

"Don't get any funny ideas." Spinelli told her.

"What the hell is this?" Nomi demanded nervously.

"Give me the knife," Spinelli ordered.

"What... knife?" Nomi asked innocently, her heart pounding in sudden fear. How did he know she had a knife?

"The one in your jacket pocket," Spinelli said. "Take it out nice and slow."

"Wait a minute," Nomi stammered.

"Don't screw around with me, bitch. Give it to me. Now!" Spinelli growled as he cocked the pistol near her ear and nudged it against her temple.

Nomi gulped, eyes blinking, scared and nervous. Her hand reached up carefully inside her jacket and she took it out slowly and held it up. "All right. Here. Please don't hurt me."

"Toss it on the dashboard," Spinelli ordered, and Nomi did so. She couldn't believe what was happening. She hadn't lost the upper hand like this in a long time. Someone must have warned him about her, and she suspected it was the creep from the other night. Her suspicions were confirmed when Spinelli asked her, "You remember, Mikey, don't you?"

Nomi only stared back, her face blushing. She knew she was in real trouble now. Mikey was a customer that she had met a week before. Nomi had given him numerous table dances, and waited until he was sloppy drunk when she offered to go home with him. Once in his expensive sports car, she told him to pull into an alley, where she offered to go down on him. Mikey did so enthusiastically, and once he had his pants open, Nomi pulled her long switchblade and ordered him to strip off his Armani suit, jewelry and Gucci shoes. After she forced him out of the car, she sped off, and promptly sold it to a chop shop and fenced the rest of his clothes and jewelry and pocketed the rest of his large sum of cash.

"Payback's a bitch, ain't it?" Spinelli smiled.

"Look, I'll do whatever you want," Nomi pleaded with desperation in her voice. "Just...please... don't hurt me."

Spinelli liked the look of helplessness and fear in her face. He was getting hard. "All I want is the money and car you took from Mikey and a nice blowjob for my trouble."

Nomi was stunned. Things just kept going from bad to worse. She had no intention of returning the money or the car, even if she had them. She had to think of something, but didn't have many options right at the moment. Spinelli's cock was standing at attention, just inches away.

"All right, I'll get it for you," Nomi said, not wanting to have to perform any oral favors for this slime bag. "I just don't have it with me though."

"Where is it?"

"I'll take you there."

"All right sweet cheeks. Just tell me where to go," Spinelli ordered.

Nomi gave him the first downtown neighborhood she could think of, just to buy some time until she could think of something. "West Village."

"All right then," Spinelli said as he started the car and the doors locked automatically, now trapping Nomi in the car. "You can take care of my little love muscle while I drive us over there."

Nomi groaned inside. She couldn't believe he wanted her to go down on him while he drove. Spinelli noticed the chagrined look on her face and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll drive real slow so you can take your sweet time."

Nomi rolled her eyes in anger and disgust. She looked around for any kind of way out, but it was hopeless. Spinelli nudged her head down to his lap with the barrel of the pistol and Nomi couldn't help but take him unwillingly into her mouth.

"Suck it good bitch!" Spinelli said, "And maybe I won't take any more out on you for ripping off Mikey."

His words bit Nomi's ears, angering her. She hated to be treated like a common whore. But the alternative was worse. She could be hurt very badly, and experience told her that wasn't the way to go. She couldn't help it, so she began to move her head up and down, providing Spinelli with the lamest blowjob she ever gave. From the sound of his grunts and sighs however, he seemed to be totally satisfied with it.

Nomi could tell that Spinelli was the type of man that climaxed very quickly, so she went to work on him enthusiastically, just to get him out of her mouth as quickly as possible.

"Hey, slow down, you little slut," Spinelli groaned as Nomi slurped and sucked, her head pumping up and down with abandon. Nomi resisted the temptation to clamp down and bite him for that insult; instead she worked her tongue to stimulate him even more.

"Shit...that...feels...unnnh..." Spinelli groaned as he tried to concentrate on his driving He pulled over and stopped when he felt himself about to explode. Just as he put the car in neutral, his climax began to build up. "Hey...wait you little..."

Nomi jerked his cock until he began to jerk and spasm, taking his swollen member out of her mouth just as he began to spurt his juices.

"Oh...fuck," Spinelli said with an ecstatic grimace on his face. Then he opened his eyes and saw that semen was spilling out all over his sharkskin suit. "Damn it you little cunt!"

Nomi watched as Spinelli grabbed for his jacket pocket handkerchief and began dabbing madly at the mess. While he was distracted, Nomi reached into her handbag and pulled out a small capsule of mace. She popped the lid off with her thumb and then ejected the entire contents directly into Spinelli's eyes.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggh!" Spinelli screamed in agonizing pain, clutching his eyes with both fists and rubbing furiously at the burning. Nomi pressed her back against the door and turned her body so that she could raise her legs towards Spinelli and began stomping at his head with her knee length suede boots.

Spinelli's head smacked against the door glass with a heavy thud and he began yelling with anger and fury, "You fucking whore! Aaaaaaaauuuuuggggh!"

The word 'whore' seemed to flip a switch in Nomi, and so she began kicking harder and faster, her heels smashing relentlessly into Spinelli's right arm, ribs, neck and temple. He gave out a long groan and seemed to deflate, his body curling up into a tightening ball to defend itself against the stunning and painful kicks.

"Fuck you!" Nomi screamed with bared teeth and white-hot eyes, a savage look on her otherwise beautiful face. She punctuated every kick with a snarling, "Fuck you!"

After several more kicks, Nomi was spent, and she froze, gasping heavily and trying to catch her breath as adrenaline rushed through her shaking body. Spinelli had crumpled into a trembling pulp in the driver's seat. After several seconds to gather herself, Nomi reached for her knife on the dashboard and turned to unlock the door on her side of the car to get out. Just as the door lock popped up and she reached for the handle to open the door, Spinelli seized her by the hair and yanked her head back, nearly giving her a severe whiplash. She felt herself pulled backward until she was facing up and looking straight up into Spinelli's angry face.

"I'll teach you to fuck with me!" Spinelli growled as spittle exploded from his mouth. He seized her around the throat with both hands and began to squeeze.

"Urrrgggggghhh!" Nomi choked as his hands immediately cut off her air supply. Her body tensed up and her hands began to flail, one digging with her nails into his hand and the other balled into a fist, trying to punch at his face. Her lungs began to burn as she fought desperately to breath precious oxygen. She was starting to pass out when she realized she had dropped her knife and began to reach blindly for it on the floorboards of the car. It skittered just beyond her manicured nails, and with one last desperate attempt, she seized it, snapped the blade open with the spring-loaded button, and then grabbed the handle tightly in her fist.

"Unnnnnnnnggggghh!" the panicked girl croaked as her face flushed bright red. With her last bit of strength, Nomi jabbed the knife into Spinelli's calf and then twisted the wicked blade with an expert half turn.

Spinelli instantly released Nomi while emitting a high-pitched scream as he grabbed at the searing pain in his leg. Once free, Nomi popped up, slammed her way out of the car, and quickly ran up the street, choking and coughing as she put as much distance as possible between her and Spinelli. As she rounded the corner, she could still hear his screams until they faded away after a full bock of running. After a few more blocks, Nomi turned into a dark alley to catch her breath, and then dry heaved from exhaustion and fright, tears streaming down her face.

Once she felt safe enough, she exited the alley and began to walk quickly until she was finally able to find a cab to take her home.

From a block down the street, Gotham Vice Detective John Nail watched Nomi climb in the cab and drive away. He had witnessed the entire incident and just after Nomi had run from the scene, Nail searched Spinelli's car and retrieved a bag from the trunk after wiping it clean of Nomi's fingerprints. Nail had been watching her for some time now, sizing her up as a possible informant. Now he had something to hold over her. He started his car and began to follow Nomi, then raced ahead to beat her home.

2 - Nail

Nomi unlocked and opened the door to her small apartment. Once inside, she slammed the door shut and breathed a huge sigh of relief. She couldn't believe the night she just had, and she began to seriously rethink her current job as an exotic dancer, as well as her part time occupation as a thief. This was the first time someone had almost gotten the best of her, and it scared her. Then something caught her eye and her heart began to pound.

On the coffee table sitting in the middle of the living room sat a large black satchel. Nomi reached into her purse for her mace, but then remembered it was empty. Instead she took her switchblade and popped it open. Her apartment was quiet, and she didn't sense anyone there, but nevertheless, she approached the bag carefully and then unsnapped the brass opening to look inside.

Nomi's eyes went wide and thick mouth opened when she saw the strapped wads of hundred dollar bills. Quickly calculating in her head, she guessed it to be several hundred dollars. She was known mostly for her looks and body, but her secret talent was appraising monetarily just about anything of value.

"Ohmigod," Nomi whispered to herself, reaching into the bag with one manicured hand and touching the money like it was a holy relic.

"It's not nice to take things that don't belong to you," a voice came from behind.

Nomi gasped and spun around. She found a man in a dark overcoat smirking at her from across the room. Infuriated and frightened, she held up her long knife threateningly and spat, "What the hell? Who are you? How did you get in here?"

John Nail casually parted his coat to reveal his detective's badge hooked to his belt and said, "I'm your new employer. Detective John Nail. Gotham Vice."

"Employer? What the hell are you talking about?" Nomi asked in utter disdain, outraged by his intrusion into her home. "And I didn't take that money! You put it there."

"Oh, really?" Nail said. "As far as one eyewitness knows, poor Mr. Spinelli was last seen with a reddish blonde stripper coming out of the Purple Kitten. Now he's all fucked up and the drug money that was in his car trunk is gone. Who do you think his underworld buddies are going to start looking for when they find out about the missing money?"

"That was self defense. He was going to kill me!" Nomi protested. "And I didn't even know that money was there. I swear!"

"Tell it to Spinelli when he gets out of the hospital."

This is a nightmare, Nomi thought. This can't be happening. She looked at Nail with burning hatred in her eyes, "Why are doing this to me?"

"Because I need you."

Nomi was stunned. "What?"

"Listen carefully, you dumb bimbo. I'm going to do you a real nice favor. I'm going to make sure no one at my department knows it was you that assaulted Spinelli. And don't worry your pretty but empty little head. I'm going to take care of Spinelli myself, so that he doesn't come around for looking for you. And that money is going to disappear. In return I'm going to require your special services."

Nomi looked at Nail disgustedly. It wasn't the first time she had been shaken down by one of Gotham's finest. She had given out a few sexual favors in return for not being taken in on trumped up charges of soliciting. She sneered, "What kind of 'services'?"

"You're going to be my eyes and ears inside that club you shake your hot little ass in."

"What?" Nomi said with open-mouthed shock.

"You heard me," Nail said. "You just became my new informant."

"Screw you!" Nomi replied vehemently. "I'm not a snitch."

"You are now," Nail said evenly. "And you'll learn to like it."

"I won't do it," Nomi replied defiantly, tilting her head and lifting her chin slightly.

"Sure you will."

"And what if I don't?" she dared with cocky assurance.

"Then I take you in myself for violating your parole. I have a nice long sheet on you. I busted you last year for soliciting myself. Remember?" Nail smiled and nodded at the money. "Not to mention I have your prints on the money bag and the assault weapon."

Nomi tried to think quick and then asked Nail, "What if I tell them it was you who stole that money and set me up?"

"Who do you think they'll believe?" Nail laughed. "A decorated police officer or a two bit whore like you?"

Nomi tensed up at the sound of that word, seething, she spat back, "I'm not a whore."

"That remains to be seen."

Nomi raised her hand to slap Nail, but he quickly grabbed her wrist and twisted it, making Nomi wince with pain. "Ouch! You're hurting me, you bastard."

Nail merely smiled, let her go and folded his arms casually in front of him.

"I suppose now you expect me to have sex with you?" Nomi said as she rubbed her wrist.

Nail looked at Nomi and then smiled wickedly. "That didn't really occur to me until you said it just now."

Nomi winced, closing her eyes for a moment and cursing herself. Her big mouth was always getting her into trouble.

"You're not really my type," Nail said with a smirk as he enjoyed Nomi's displeasure. "But I guess you'd be all right for a quick fuck."

"Screw you!" Nomi shot back angrily.

"Absolutely," Nail said in mocking agreement. "But first I'd like a blowjob."

"No." Nomi replied with a look that dared him to slap her. "Never. I can't even stand the sight of you... you... bastard."

"Quit whining and get on your knees," Nail ordered her, staring her down as he grabbed her firmly by the shoulders.

Nomi glared up at Nail as she struggled in his firm grip on her shoulders. No man had ever been this forceful with her. She was always the one in charge. There was something about him that turned her on and repulsed her at the same time, but she was not about to let him know it. She finally relented and dropped to her knees, never taking her hard stare from him. When he let her go, she waited for a moment, and then with deliberate determination, she began to undo his belt and then his zipper. The nerve of him treating her like a whore made her seethe inside. She decided she would show him.

"I'll do it, but I won't like it," Nomi sneered, and then demanded arrogantly. "And don't even think of coming in my mouth or my face."

Nail only smiled back at her. He couldn't believe she was practically daring him.

Without missing a beat, Nomi jerked him off for a few seconds, getting Nail's cock good and stiff. Then she parted her thick glossy lips and wrapped them around the head of his shaft, using her pliant tongue to moisten and lick the entire surface. Then she began to suck him off, deep-throating him, all while never taking her eyes off his.

Meanwhile Nail clearly enjoyed looking down at Nomi, watching the sultry dancer as she gave him incredible head, but he wasn't going to let on how much he was taking pleasure in it. He knew she was getting more and more disturbed and offended by his casual attitude. She wasn't about to let him get the best of her, though, taking the challenge and using all her best techniques to get some kind of reaction out of him, but Nail seemed mostly unimpressed, infuriating her to no end. He only stared back at her with a bored half smile on his face. The more he smiled, the more annoyed Nomi became, and the harder she tried to get a rise out of him.

Just when her eager oral stimulation was about to get to him, Nail pulled her head off, and for a moment, Nail noticed a look of disappoint on her face, and then her expression changed quickly back to anger when she realized how she was acting in front of him.

Nail pulled her to her feet forcefully by her arm and slammed her up against the wall, hiking her short dress up over her trembling thighs. He tore away her g-string panties while Nomi panted and gasped with stunned surprise mixed with anticipation.

"You bastard!" she hissed in his face as she slammed her fists on his arms, trying her best to act like an unwilling and resistant participant. "How dare you!"

"Shut up, bitch." Nail said as he forced his hips between her legs and grabbed her ass cheeks to lift her up so he could penetrate her, making her tiptoe up on the front edges of her platform heels. Once he found her opening, he slammed his cock in her pussy, and he was somewhat surprised to find her already wet. Nomi panted and grunted, placing her hands against the wall to support herself as Nail began to fuck her deep and hard, slamming his groin between her legs.

"Damn you!" Nomi cursed as she struggled against his assault.

"You know you want it," Nail taunted her as he gave her an extra hard thrust.

Nomi groaned with ecstasy from Nail's pumping. She hadn't had a good hard fuck like this in a long time, if ever. Soon her hips were bucking back to meet Nail's piston-like thrusts. She reached around to clench his back in her hands as she sighed deeply in his ear. By her change in breathing, Nail could tell she was going to have an orgasm soon.

"Are you ready to come, you little whore?" Nail hissed in her ear.

"Don't...stop!!!" Nomi screamed out between gasps, and then realized that she was losing her cool with Nail, and he was getting the best of her. She exclaimed, "Asshole!"

"Is that where you want it next?" Nail asked, gripping her ass tight.

"No! Damn you!" She screamed, her eyes moist from the intense sex. "Don't you...unnnh...fucking...unnngh... dare!"

"I guess you want it back in your mouth then." Nail said as he pulled out of Nomi, just as she was about to climax from his relentless thrusts. Nail then ordered the shocked and flustered Nomi, "Get down on your knees and open your mouth."

Before she realized what was happening, Nomi found herself again before Nail, face to face with his wet cock. She was about to protest when he forced the entire shaft in her mouth and nearly down her throat. All she could do was mumble angrily, "Errummmmph!"

Nomi tried to move, but he held her head by the hair, pumping her mouth until he began to tense up, seizing as his swollen balls unleashed their milky contents. Nomi gulped as the first ropes spasmed into her mouth.

"Uummmph!" She cried in muffled anger until Nail grunted and pulled out, holding her by the hair as he ejaculated the rest in her stunned and angry face.

"Oh! You...!" Nomi seethed as the warm fluid splashed in her eyes, cheeks, lips and curly reddish blonde hair, making her blush with disgust as her large watery eyes flashed angrily up at Nail. "You son of a bitch! I told you not to come in my face!"

Nail took Nomi's panties, which he still held in his other hand, and wiped his dick off with it, then tossed them down in front of Nomi, who finally shook her head away from his grasp. He walked away to get a drink from the bar while Nomi, disgusted by his degrading treatment, got up and went quickly to her bathroom to wash the sticky semen off her face and hair. As she wiped the last of it from her chin with a wet towel, she stared at herself for a moment in the brightly lit mirror, and a thin smile crept across her face. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she was faintly thrilled and aroused by Nail's rough and degrading treatment. What was about him that turned her on?

Nomi gasped suddenly as she saw Nail's reflection in the mirror and realized he was standing behind her in the doorway.

"I knew you liked it," Nail said as he took as sip of his beer.

"I didn't like it," Nomi said vehemently a she turned to face him. "I'll be your informant, and I'll do what you want. I'll even have sex with you, but I'll never like it. Never!"

"We'll see about that," Nail chuckled as he set his beer down and removed his jacket. "Now get your clothes off and get on the bed. We have some more training to do since you're going to be my new little snitch."

Nomi stared back defiantly, secretly turned on inside. Finally, she did as she was ordered, taking her time to strip her dress and shoes off until she was totally nude, and then went to the bed to wait patiently for Nail. He set all his clothes neatly on a chair, and then climbed in bed with Nomi and fucked her roughly again and again for hours. It was going to be the start of a very productive relationship.

3 - Information

Nomi had barely stepped into her apartment when she was grabbed from behind by someone who clasped a hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. A rough hand roamed over her twisting and struggling body until they found purchase on her firm breasts. The strippers panic began to die down when she realized it was John Nail. Her panic was soon replaced by intense excitement when Nail and tossed her onto the nearest couch. Within seconds the rough detective pounced on his surprised informant. She made a small effort at resistance at first, not wanting Nail to know how eager she was, but he hardly noticed. Nail already had his fingers inside her g-string after pushing up the hem of her fringed sequin mini dress and had his own pants unzipped.

"Unnnnhhhhh!" Nomi groaned when Nail tugged her panties aside and penetrated her forcefully. She arched her body to meet his thrust and soon Gotham's most decorated officer was pounding away into Nomi's steaming moist pussy.

"What did you find out?" Nail asked as he went about his business of humping the nubile young dancer.

Nomi couldn't believe he was asking a question when he should have been concentrating on pleasuring her. She became angry and thrust her hips harder to keep his attention on the task at hand.

Nail enjoyed her aggressive posturing, and fucked her even harder. After ten pulse pounding minutes of thrusts and grunts, the coarse detective unloaded inside Nomi with several hard spasms and jerks, ramming his cock as deep inside her as possible. In turn Nomi shivered and gasped as her aroused body succumbed to the intense pleasure she felt. She hated Nail's guts, but she loved the way he took charge and gave it to her.

After his full release, Nail pulled out and sat back on the couch to catch his breath. Her pussy was as tight and wet as he had ever felt. And she wasn't a bad cocksucker as well. He was definitely getting into this arrangement.

"So, tell me what you found out," Nail said.

Nomi couldn't believe it. He barely gave her a chance to sit up and adjust her panties and straighten her wrinkled dress. "What's your hurry? Give me a break."

Nail just stared back impatiently.

Nomi rolled her eyes and sighed, "Some guy named Tino is looking for information on Batgirl."

"Tino? Tino Tarantula?"

"Yea, that's his name," Nomi answered. "He's a big time drug dealer and pimp."

"I know who he is," Nail said. "What kind of information is he looking for?"

"Basically, where she lives...who she is," Nomi replied. "He's offering some big money to whoever supplies him with that information. And more if they can actually produce her...alive."

"How much?"

"A hundred thousand."

The price stunned Nail. Another low life with a bounty on Batgirl. What else was new? Other than the fact this was the most ever offered in a long time. Apparently Tino was making good money with his heroin and whores and now it looked like he was getting bored. Nail's mind began to click with the possibilities.

"Okay, thanks," Nail mumbled as he got up to leave.

"Hey!" Nomi called out as she jumped off the couch after Nail and stood in front of him.

"What?"

"Aren't you...?" Nomi stopped, and then her face changed when she realized she was appearing to Nail as vulnerable and needy. "How about something for the information?"

"That's not how it works," Nail said. "It works like this; you give me information and I keep you from going to jail. But I'll be glad to loan you a little cash if you need it."

Nail took a thick money clip of bills from his pocket and peeled off a hundred dollar bill. He then folded it and stuffed it between Nomi's teeth.

Livid, Nomi angrily snatched the bill from her snarling mouth and tossed it at Nail as he walked by her and out the door. She screamed out as the door slammed, "Damn you!"

4 - Barbara

The next afternoon, John Nail was in his office at Gotham City Police Headquarters reviewing his file on Valentino Antonio Tarantino, AKA Tino Tarantula. There was a long list of offenses ranging from robbery, larceny, auto theft, possession of drugs and weapons, all the way up to more serious offenses such as kidnapping and attempted murder. Lately Tino was somehow steering clear of any serious trouble. Nail guessed that Tino was paying off some of Gotham's finest to look the other way while he went about his drug dealing and pimping prostitutes.

He leaned back in his chair and thumbed open the case file of one of his own unsolved murders. A small time drug dealer was found shot in the head. Everyone knew Tino had done it to eliminate a potential rival moving into his neighborhood, but there was no evidence. What infuriated Nail the most was Tino's taunting of the police.

Well, now was as good a time as any to put this greasy punk away for good. He decided to pay Tino a little visit, and dialed a member of one of his network of informants to find out where Tino was. Within minutes, Nail received a call back informing him of the location, a steakhouse, which was known to be owned by mobster Benny the Butcher. Much of Gotham's criminal element frequented Benny's Bar and Grill.

Just as he stood up and put on his jacket, Nail's intercom buzzed.

"Detective, the Commissioner would like a minute of your time," came the sultry voice Nail recognized as Commissioner Gordon's secretary, Vicky Dixon. There was an icy tone in her voice that Nail recognized immediately as scorn. He had fucked Vicky a few weeks ago and never called her after that. She had awesome tits and a killer ass, but she was a snore in the sack. Vicky didn't even know how to perform oral sex, and Nail didn't have time to train her properly. He already had a stable of women lined up eager to satisfy him. In the end, Vicky was just another challenge, a bet with another detective actually, to bang the Commissioner's secretary.

"Thank you, Vicky," Nail said cheerfully, emphasizing her name.

There was an abrupt click that made Nail smile. Vicky was very angry with him. Nail grabbed his keys and headed down the hall to the Commissioner's office. He gave Vicky a sly grin as he strolled past her desk and was rewarded with a cold glare.

"Come in, detective Nail," Commissioner Gordon called out from behind his desk.

Nail was pleasantly surprised to see the commissioner's daughter, Barbara Gordon in his office. With her pretty face, short black hair, and svelte figure accentuated by a stylish short dress, which also showed off her shapely dancer's legs, Barbara was someone Nail definitely had an interest in. Of course, the fact that she was the commissioner's daughter made her all the more attractive as a potential conquest. At the same time, he had to be extremely careful. If the old man ever found out his daughter had been deflowered by one of his own detectives, Nail's career was over.

"Detective, have you met my daughter Barbara?"

"No, commissioner, I haven't had the pleasure," Nail replied smoothly as he stepped forward and took Barbara's hand gently in his in greeting.

"Barbara, this is detective John Nail. One of our very best officers." Commissioner Gordon gushed proudly as he introduced Nail to his bright young daughter. He's up for Detective of the Year if I'm not mistaken. Isn't that right Chief?"

"Aye, commissioner, that's correct." O'Hara nodded and chimed in.

Inside, Commissioner Gordon hoped that his daughter might take an interest in the detective. She had to get married sooner or later and it might as well be to one of his best men. Nail was almost like the son he never had.

Barbara knew exactly what her father was up to, and it infuriated her to no end. Why was her Daddy always trying to set her up with someone? It was very sweet of him and his intentions were good, but as a costumed crimefighter who had to keep her identity a secret, it was difficult to even think of trying to maintain a romantic relationship with anyone, much less a busy police detective. Batgirl was definitely not the marrying kind. Not only that, but there was always the threat of danger to any potential companion.

"Pleased to meet you," Barbara said pleasantly. As she looked Nail over, she thought that he wasn't so bad looking. His smile and manner were certainly charming, but there was something about him that her woman's intuition couldn't quite place a finger on.

Commissioner Gordon asked Nail, "Detective, are you very busy at the moment?"

"Just on my way out to run down a lead on a case," Nail informed him.

"Perfect! We just had lunch and something came up here. I won't be able to give Barbara a ride back to work. Would you mind dropping her off on your way?"

"Not at all, Commissioner," Nail smiled. "It would be my pleasure."

Barbara was flabbergasted. "Daddy, I can ride the bus back to the library! You don't have to trouble the detective," Barbara spoke up in protest. "I'm sure he's very busy."

"Nonsense, Detective Nail would be happy to drive you."

Barbara sighed and shook her head. Oh, the nerve setting her up like this! And she just knew by the sly smirk on his and Chief O'Hara's faces that her father had it planned all along. She was certainly going to tell him a thing or two when she got home that night. This was the last straw!

"Well, all right, if it's not out of your way, detective," Barbara finally relented.

"It's absolutely on my way," Nail assured her.

Commissioner Gordon and Chief O'Hara exchanged knowing glances as detective Nail escorted Barbara out of the office. Once outside, Nail held the car door open for Barbara and got a nice eyeful of her legs as she slid into the passengers seat. After he closed the door, he let out a soft whistle. Job or no job, somehow he was going to get her into bed. Underneath that prim and proper demeanor, Nail knew that there was a sexual dynamo waiting to be seduced and turned on by his charms. There wasn't a woman alive he couldn't whisper out of a dress and underwear. For now though, Nail decided to play it nice and cool, the perfect gentleman. The payoff was always worth it in the end, especially with someone like Barbara Gordon.

All he had to do was find her weak spot and work on that. One thing he already knew, Barbara was Commissioner Gordon's only child, a daughter. And Gordon seemed like the type who probably wanted a boy, someone who could grow up and be like him, someone in law enforcement. Barbara was a mere librarian. What a disappointment, whether the old man would admit it or not. Maybe that's why he always treated Nail like a son.

As they drove, Nail noticed that Barbara seemed very annoyed.

"I know that you're thinking," Nail chuckled.

"You have no idea what I'm thinking, detective," Barbara assured him.

"Your father means well," Nail said. "He wants the best for you and you can't blame him for that."

"You do know that I'm thinking," Barbara blushed.

"Your father talks about you a lot."

"He does?"

"Sure," Nail said. "He goes on and on about you."

"I guess he's talking me up to make me seem attractive to someone like you."

"Not necessarily," Nail disagreed. "I think he's genuinely proud of you."

"That's nice of you to say," Barbara said. "But I think know him a letter better than you, detective. He's always doing things like this. He just doesn't understand that I have my own thoughts and feeling, and if and when I'm ready to see someone, it will be my own choice. Besides, I'm sure you already have someone you're interested in."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, after all you're a success in your work, charming, handsome..." Barbara stopped, realizing what she was saying and blushed, "I mean, well...you know."

"You'd be surprised," Nail said, amused by her compliments. "With my workload, it's pretty hard to maintain a steady relationship with someone for any length of time. There's a lot of stress, and sometimes it's hard to leave it at the office."

Barbara thought about it for a moment, and replied, "Hmmm, I'm sure you're right."

They had arrived in front of the Gotham library. Nail shut off the engine and turned to look at Barbara.

Barbara blushed at the sudden attention fixed on her and said, "Well, I certainly do appreciate the ride. I'm sorry to put you to so much trouble. And I sincerely apologize for my father."

"Don't apologize," Nail said. "It was a nice diversion from the job."

Barbara became extremely uncomfortable at the awkward silence that followed. She sat waiting patiently for him to open the door and let her out

"Can I ask you a question?" Nail asked.

"Yes."

"Have you ever thought of becoming a police officer?"

Barbara was completely taken aback by the question. As a matter of fact she had. Was it that transparent? But because she knew her father would never allow it, she took on the guise of the masked dare doll, Batgirl instead.

"Why do you ask?"

"It's just a thought," Nail began, and then said, "Never mind, it's nothing."

"What?"

Nail waited a few seconds, allowing the tension to build, watching the eagerness on Barbara's face. It was like shooting fish in a barrel.

"I'm working on this case. It's undercover and...No, never mind. Forget I said anything."

"Well, detective Nail, you just can't leave a woman hanging on like this," Barbara said with an intrigued smile. "I insist you tell me what it is this instant."

"Okay, look, first you have to promise me you won't say a word to your father," Nail began. "If he knew he'd have my badge."

"I promise." Barbara replied vehemently, totally engrossed and now even more eager to know what the detective was holding back.

"As you probably know, there are very few women on the police force."

"I know, I'm always telling Daddy that there should be more female officers."

"Well, for what I'm needing, the few we have don't exactly measure up."

"Measure up to what?"

"You've seen Batgirl haven't you? Pictures I mean?"

Suddenly, Barbara's intuition shot out the roof, but she tried to keep a calm demeanor. She replied hesitantly, "Yes."

After a long pause, in which Nail took delight in watching Barbara's look of near madness with anticipation, he finally told her, "I need someone to pose as Batgirl for an undercover operation."

Barbara' mouth opened in a stunned 'O'. She was speechless at first, and then gathered her senses enough to stutter, "Are-are you serious?"

"Absolutely."

Still stunned, Barbara asked, "And what makes you think I would be right for this?"

"Well, for one thing, I've seen Batgirl in person before. You're almost exactly her height, and it looks like close to the same figure. You can tell she's a very beautiful woman, even with the hooded mask. Once you were in costume, I'm pretty sure no one could tell the difference."

Barbara wasn't sure if that was compliment to her or not exactly, but it was nice to hear detective Nail say Batgirl was beautiful. She had to distract herself or else she blush.

"Look, I'll understand if you don't want to do it, but right now I don't have anyone else I can turn to. Or to trust with something like this."

It actually felt good to hear those words, and Barbara was certainly intrigued by the idea, as was Batgirl. She pretended to ponder the possibilities of his words, and then told him, "I'll have to think about it, and I'd like to know more."

"How about if we meet for dinner tonight and discuss it in detail?" Nail suggested.

"All right." Barbara agreed quickly, and was then puzzled by a sudden thought. Did she just agree to a date with detective Nail? This definitely wasn't what she had planned

"Great!" Nail said as he climbed out of the car to come around and let Barbara out. "What time do you get off work?"

"After the library closes, a little after six."

"Okay, how about if I pick you up right here?"

"I'll have to let Daddy know where I am." Barbara winced with a distressing realization. "I guess I'll have to tell him you're taking me to dinner. I'm sure he'll love that. But I want you to know this is not a date. I'm only going to hear what you have in mind."

"Absolutely." Nail assured her, and then watched as the lovely young Barbara Gordon walked away. As she strolled up the steps into the Gotham Library, Nail admired her high heels and the slinky shifting of her derriere underneath her dress. He let out a deep breath and climbed into his car to head towards south of downtown Gotham.

5 - Tino

It took a few moments for John Nail's eyes to adjust to the cave-like atmosphere in Benny's Bar and Grill after stepping in from the bright afternoon sunlight. He scanned the blood red booths glowing under individual low-level lamps. Other than the high backed leather seating, everything else in the place was made of dark rich wood paneling, including the long mahogany bar on one end and all the glossy tabletops. The décor was perfect for privacy and clandestine meetings. In other words, a den for thieves.

Nail ignored the approaching waiter and strolled toward the back of the restaurant, where a small group was seated. As he neared the booth, Nail recognized Tino Tarantula in the number one seat nearest the aisle so passerby would see him first.

Tino was unshaven and appeared pasty faced, even in the dimly lit room. Scrawny and wired like his personality, he was talking a mile a minute to the four women seated with him. Nail noticed his usual black silk shirt, tight slacks and suede boots, but he couldn't fathom why he was wearing a long black overcoat in this weather, much less the wraparound sunglasses. He wondered if Tino could even see what he was looking at, especially with the cloud of smoke hanging over the table like a fog. To his left was his main companion, an ebony haired beauty named Dita, who carried the style of a glamorous movie star from an old black and white film. She was wearing a white corset type dress cut low to display a breathtaking amount of creamy cleavage. Between her kid leather gloved fingers she puffed elegantly from a long cigarette holder.

It took a moment, but Tino finally noticed Nail and peered above his glasses to get a better look. "Well, well. Do my eyes deceive me? Can it really be detective John Nail of the Gotham City Police Department? Bust any jaywalkers lately Nail?"

Normally, Nail would have seized Tino by his scrawny throat and slammed him nose first into his leftover steak and potatoes, but Nail felt tact was called for here.

"Tell the bimbos to get lost."

Tino tensed up all of a sudden. No one was going to show him up in front of his ladies.

"Get lost Nail."

"Do it now or I'll run them all in for soliciting," Nail warned. "Then I'll run you in for possession."

"You gotta be kidding me," Tino guffawed. "What makes you think I'm holding? I'm clean man."

"Maybe you are and maybe you aren't." Nail said. "You got three seconds. One ...two..."

Tino waved his hand and the four women looked at each other dumbfounded. Tino impatiently told them all, "Wait for me in the car. I'll be out in a minute."

"Are you sure, darling?" Dita inquired in a sultry movie star voice.

Tino nodded, and the girls finally got up one by one and left while Tino stewed in his seat. After they were alone, Nail took a seat across from Tino and folded his hands on the table as he spoke softly, "What's this I hear about a reward for Batgirl?"

Tino tensed up again. "Who the fuck told you that?"

"I hear things."

"It ain't true," Tino said simply as he puffed hard on his cigarette.

Nail smiled and stared at Tino, causing the nervous criminal to become more agitated by the minute. Tino stamped the cigarette out and asked, "C'mon what do you want from me?"

"The truth. That's all."

Now it was Tino's turn to smile. "You know, I hear things too Nail."

"Is that right? What do you hear Tino?"

"I hear that sometimes you like to make little deals."

Nail said nothing. He only stared at Tino with the same slight grin on his face.

The grin unnerved Tino, and he tried to laugh it off. "C'mon Nail, I know that isn't true. A decorated cop like you? I never believed it for a minute. But, if it was true, and if I really had this reward you were talking about, this is what I would tell you. I'm just looking for someone that looks like Batgirl. For a client of mine."

"A client?"

"Yea, a customer. Remember, I'm being hypothetical here," Tino reminded Nail. "This person is into the superheroine thing big time. He likes to play with women in costumes; you know, tie them up and shit like that. Some sex stuff. But now he's getting bored with the fake models. He wants to move up to the real thing. And he's ready to pay big bucks."

"In other words, this person wants someone like Batgirl?"

"Yep," Tino answered. "I get a big fat finders fee. Whoever turns her over to me gets a little cut of that."

"A hundred thousand?" Nail questioned. "Must be a big fee if that's just a little cut."

"Yea, well, this is all hypothetical anyway," Tino laughed.

"Okay, now it's my turn to be hypothetical," Nail said. "I can get Batgirl, but it's going to cost a lot more than a hundred grand."

Tino perked up and swallowed. He had heard whispers from associates that they could get Batgirl, but no one could actually back up their boasts. Now here was a cop telling him the same thing. It immediately made sense to Tino that if anyone could produce Batgirl, it would be someone from law enforcement.

"I'm always willing to negotiate," Tino smiled.

"First I want you to tell me what your fee is," Nail told the suddenly interested criminal. "And don't lie to me. I'll know if you're lying, and if you do lie, the deal is off, and I'll bust you if you so much as think about Batgirl."

Tino was stunned. He didn't like negotiating like this. Suddenly he regretted even mentioning the whole thing at all. He started to lie, and then looked Nail right in the eyes and thought better of it.

"One million."

"Who is this guy?"

"C'mon Nail, give me a break," Tino whined. "If I tell you that, I get cut out of the deal."

"I can cut you out of the deal anyway," Nail assured the increasingly distressed Tino. "It wouldn't take me long to find out who your customer is. But I'm feeling generous and I'll need you as the middleman. My cut is 900 grand and yours is 100."

"What? Are you freaking kidding me?" Tino exclaimed.

"Keep your voice down," Nail warned. "Take the deal, because it's the only one you'll get. You can make an easy 100 grand, or you can hope against hope one of your low life pals can actually get Batgirl for you, in which case you'll end up with zero and a very disappointed client."

Tino let out a groan as his ulcer burned in his gut. How the hell did he get roped into this?

"All right, Nail, but you better not screw me around," Tino warned hollowly.

"Wouldn't think of it," Nail lied and got up to leave. "I'll be in touch."

6 - Dinner

John Nail had plenty of time to work out a plan in his head until it was time to pick up Barbara Gordon outside the library. From there they drove to The Castaway, a Polynesian style lounge and restaurant. It was a popular Gotham City establishment with a South Sea island atmosphere, where the customers ordered specialty drinks served in large Tiki mugs with umbrellas on top. Barbara ordered a non-alcoholic drink, which amused Nail, and so he followed suit and ordered a glass of tonic water. Nail went over the plan with Barbara as they dined on plates of sumptuous seafood platters piled with shrimp and fish.

After every detail was talked over, Nail had one final question for Barbara. "Do you know how to make a Batgirl costume?"

Barbara had to pause for a moment. She could say of course she knew exactly how to make one. She'd already made several of them for herself. But then she remembered her misadventure with Cornelius and Cordelia Crane and the leftover costume from that insidious encounter. It was an exact replica right down to the color and material. Barbara felt good that she really didn't have to lie to the detective.

"As a matter of fact, I have a costume that I wore to a masquerade party once," Barbara informed Nail casually.

"Is it pretty close to the real thing?" Nail inquired, inwardly ecstatic at the fortunate news.

"Very, even down to the utility belt," Barbara assured him. "I fooled quite a few people."

"Great," Nail said as he thought about how well everything was coming together. "If you don't mind, I'd like to take a look at it. And you in the costume if possible."

Barbara was nervous about it, but the thought of assisting detective Nail in bagging a hardened criminal allayed any fears of discovery of her double identity as Batgirl.

"Well, I don't usually have men to my apartment detective, but I'm willing to make an exception since this is a special case for the police."

"I appreciate that Barbara," Nail said with the utmost sincerity in his voice all the while thinking about how good it would be to make hot love to his beautiful and pixyish dinner companion. "Let's go then."

Nail paid the dinner check and they left the restaurant to drive over to Barbara Gordon's apartment building. Each time the chaste librarian wasn't looking, Nail stole a glance down at her gorgeous shapely legs, crossed primly at the ankles.

Once inside her modest home, Barbara invited Nail to make himself comfortable in the living room while she went to her bedroom to retrieve the faux Batgirl costume she had hidden away inside the rotating panel with her real Batgirl costumes.

Charlie gave out a questioning squawk as Batgirl folded the costume belt and cape over her arm and also retrieved the boots and red-haired wig attached under the cowl. She decided that instead of bringing it out to show Nail, she would go ahead and put it on to surprise him by giving him the full effect.

"Hush, Charlie, don't be such a nuisance," Barbara admonished her pet bird as she laid the costume on the bed and reached behind her back to unzip her dress and kicked off her high heel pumps. "I have a nice gentleman guest for once, and I don't need you to make an embarrassment out of yourself."

Once in her bra and panties, Barbara slipped her beautiful model's legs into the suit and tugged it up over her shapely hips and breasts, sealing her body into the snug-fitting purple costume. Then she carefully put on the cowl and adjusted the red wig until she was satisfied with the results. Next she slipped the boots on her dainty feet and then pulled on the velvet elbow length gloves. She attached the short yellow cape around her slender neck and then added the utility belt as the final touch. She stood before the full length mirror on her closet door and put her hands on her hips to give a saucy heroine pose. Perfect.

"I think detective Nail will be in for quite a surprise, don't you Charlie?"

Charlie squawked with a hint of concern, but Barbara ignored her alarmed pet as she headed toward the door to show detective Nail the costume. She paused instinctively with a momentary bout fear of discovery in the back of her mind. Then she scolded herself for being so silly and took a deep breath before she opened the door.

John Nail was looking at his watch wondering what was taking Barbara so long to get the costume, and was totally unprepared for the stunning sight when the door to the bedroom opened and out strolled Barbara Gordon as the costumed heroine Batgirl. He had to make an effort to keep his jaw from dropping open. All he could do was stare in wonder at the vision before him.

"Well, detective," Barbara finally spoke with a teasing smile. "I know it's not perfect, but do you think I could pass for the real Batgirl?"

Nail was still speechless as he stood up to get a closer look. Batgirl twirled around gracefully before him, allowing his eyes to gather her in from every view. Finally, Nail uttered, "It's incredible. You look exactly like Batgirl."

"If only I was as daring and courageous..." Barbara said, playing innocent to the hilt.

"Well, I don't know Batgirl personally, and the police department doesn't have the same relationship with Batgirl as it does with Batman and Robin, but I do admire her ability to capture criminals," Nail stated as he continued to look over the caped and masked Barbara with keen interest. There was something about seeing the normally staid daughter of Commissioner Gordon in the costume that was strangely erotic to him. The tight-fitting purple material accentuated every curve of her body. From her athletically shaped legs, slim wasp-like waist and up to her ample chest. He knew Barbara had a nice body, but he never realized how much so until now.

"So does this mean we're going ahead with the plan?" Barbara inquired hopefully.

Nail nodded affirmatively with a grin across his face. He was already counting the money.

7 - Trap

After much negotiation with Tino Tarantula, it was agreed that the meeting would take place at Tino's hideout, a nondescript building in Gotham's old warehouse district. Only those with a special taste for the arcane and unusual sexual fetishes knew of the sleazy bordello's location, and required special invitation just to be allowed entry, as well as a steep cover price of a thousand dollars for first timers.

John Nail's unmarked police sedan rolled down the dark alley behind the building until he stopped near a single door painted flat black with a silver spider etched onto it. He glanced back where Barbara Gordon was patiently lying hidden across the back seat in her Batgirl costume with her wrists tied behind her back.

"Well, here we are," Nail said. "You sure you don't want to back out?"

"I'm sure, detective." Batgirl assured him as she sat up in the seat.

"Okay, then, it should be very simple," Nail said as he climbed out of the car and then opened the door to the backseat to help Batgirl out. "I take you in tied up and gagged. When Tino shows the cash, I bust him and call in the cavalry, but only after you are long gone so your father will never know you were here."

Batgirl nodded in agreement as Nail pulled out a clean white cloth from his jacket and began to twirl it until it was thick in the middle. She turned her back and opened her mouth wide to allow the detective to place it between her teeth and lips in a cleave gag. While he tied it off securely at the back of her cowl, she gently twisted her arms behind her back to test the ropes wrapped and knotted around her gloved wrists. She had remarked earlier that it wasn't loose enough to allow escape just in case something went wrong and she needed to help, but Nail assured her that it was best that he bind her securely so as not to raise any suspicion from the typically paranoid criminal they were about to face together. There was enough concern as it was that Tino suspected that this Batgirl might not be the real deal.

After checking the bonds one last time, Nail led Batgirl to the door. He pounded on the metal surface until a slit opened and a pair of eyes peered out. Then the door opened and a tall brown haired woman with a muscular physique met them with a grin on her attractive face. She wore white leather biker's cap, white kidskin boots, tight leather slacks, a white leather bra and a studded collar with matching wristbands. Without a word, she allowed them entry, then slammed the door behind them and bolted it.

Nail guided Batgirl roughly by the arm in the pretense of having her as his captive prisoner while she followed his lead and pretended to struggle in his grasp. They followed the Amazon up the back stairs and down a short hallway to another door, this one painted with a glossy purple finish. The woman, who Nail guessed was either one of Tino's specialized fetish whores, rapped on the door with her knuckles, which was followed by the muffled clack of an electronic door lock being released.

The door opened and John Nail hesitated a moment before entering. Something didn't feel right, and the instincts that helped make him Gotham City's finest detective, began to warn him there was danger here. As Tino Tarantula stood up from his perch upon a huge sofa accompanied by his personal valet Dita, detective Nail tensed up.

Batgirl could sense Nail's apprehension, and she prepared for the worst, glancing over her shoulder to see the Amazon standing close by with her arms crossed and eyeing Batgirl's behind.

Tino was shocked by Batgirl's appearance. There was no doubt in his mind that she was the real thing. "I can't believe you actually pulled it off detective Nail."

"Where's the cash?" Nail asked without hesitation.

"Don't waste any time do you?" Tino chuckled, and then instructed his Amazon whore, "Ash baby, give the detective his reward."

Ash reached behind a desk and brought out a metal satchel and set it on top. Nail shoved Batgirl over to Ash, who took hold of the struggling heroine as she grunted angrily behind her stifling gag. Her eyes went wide as she noticed Tino take a palm sized item from his pocket, and she tried to warn Nail, but her muffled screams were even more quieted with the help of a chloroformed soaked rag over her gagged mouth. Batgirl thrashed in Ash's muscular arms, but she was helpless to escape their overwhelming strength. Ash took much delight in Batgirl's wriggling and twisting as she held the valiant heroine close and tight against her hard body while Batgirl tensed up from the reaction to the chloroform.

Nail, eager to get the money and unaware of what was being done to Batgirl behind his back, went to the bag quickly and opened it. Just as he did, Tino activated a remote that emitted a signal to a hidden device in the case. The detective was suddenly stunned into electric shock by currents running through the wire terminals attached to the metal handle of the bag. After several seconds of humming and snapping, Tino switched off the device and the detective dropped and passed out onto the floor in aftershock convulsions.

The last thing Batgirl saw before her eyes began to blur as she fell into dreamy unconsciousness was Tino and Dita approaching with devious grins on their faces.

Tino watched as Batgirl's eyes rolled up and her eyelids fluttered behind her cowl. Finally the caped angel succumbed to the fumes of the rag held over her nose and mouth and fell limp in Ash's arms. Ash merely reached under Batgirl's slack legs and lifted her into a carrying position in her arms while Batgirl moaned softly in slumber.

"Take her to the basement," Tino said cryptically. "The client will be eager to see her."

Ash grinned and left the room through a hidden passageway to head down into the bowels of the building with Batgirl slumped in her arms, her head lolling from side to side.

"What about him?" Dita asked hopefully.

"Why don't you entertain him while I go down and meet with the client?" Tino suggested. "I'll be back later to deal with him myself."

Tino left Dita alone with the unconscious detective Nail, and her blood red lips turned up into a serpentine smile upon her beautiful face. She murmured, "Oh, what fun."

8 - Buzar

Batgirl awoke later. She was lying on a large, movable bed, which was raised so that her hands and arms were outstretched leaving her in a spread-eagled position. Manacles and chains secured her arms and legs.

"Hmmmmmm..." she moaned, turning her head slowly from side to side as she slowly opened her eyes and focused them.

The last thing she remembered was John Nail being overcome by the electric shock and then she felt a hand over her face.

"Of course," she realized, "chloroform." A chill ran down her spine as she looked around. The tiny room she was in was filled with all manner of belts, whips, dildos, and sexual torture devices.

Batgirl tried to move her arms and legs, but the chains were tight and there was no give at all. "If I could only get to my utility belt," she thought, the realization growing that something with her plan had gone terribly wrong.

Just then the lone steel door opened with a creak and a short, muscular man with a dark completion walked in.

"Ahhhhh. It is so nice to meet you, finally, Batgirl. Let me introduce you to your new master. I am Ali Buzar, the Sultan of Ohmar and you are my newest, shall I say, acquisition?" as he chuckled.

"Let me go now, and you won't be charged," hissed Batgirl. "Continue with this charade and I promise you, you will regret it."

"I do so love feisty ladies," the Sultan said, smiling as he stood next to the Dark Angel. He paused, then placed a finger on Batgirl's face, then partially slid a finger under her mask as Batgirl recoiled.

"A question for you, Sultan," smiled Batgirl. "How do you know Nail and I weren't setting you up? That I'm really Batgirl and not somebody dressed in this costume?"

"Oh, you're the real Batgirl. While you and the detective were in Tino's office, I ran a voiceprint and photos of the real Batgirl and compared them with you. You are the real thing all right, Batgirl," he said, grabbing a nearby knife. "I could, of course, slit your throat here and now and be done with it, but that would be no fun," he said taking a piece of Batgirl's costume near her belly as he pulled on it, then slit it, and slowly ran the knife up her middle, past her chest to the top of her neck.

Batgirl suddenly felt a chill as her suit spilled open, revealing her ample 36-C sized breasts.

"Now, let's get you out of this," said the Sultan, as he unbuckled her utility belt and ran the knife down past her vagina, then down both legs to her boots, exposing her pubic mound of brown hair.

"Hmmm...not a true redhead," he frowned. "I guess the mystery deepens," he said as he tore the costume off her arms, leaving her frontally exposed.

Batgirl shuddered. Never in her years of crime fighting has she been so exposed and vulnerable. She always knew this could happen, but she felt a growing nausea in her stomach as she realized how close to exposure and death she was.

"Don't worry, Batgirl. I'm not going to rape you. At least, not yet," he smiled as he took a nipple in his mouth and played with it for a moment. "Ummm...that's good. You will beg me for sex after I finish with you, but first I must prepare you; toughen you, if you will.

"I'm tougher than you think, you bastard," spat back Batgirl.

"We shall see," he replied, taking a pair of alligator clips and fastening them to both nipples, as Batgirl struggled against her chains.

Batgirl's eyes widened as she realized what was about to occur as the Sultan flipped a nearby switch.

"ARRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Batgirl screamed as electric current poured through her alligator clips into her nipples. There was a pause then the jolt struck her again. "ARRGGGGHHHHHHHHH" she screamed as Buzar repeated the procedure again and again and again.

Finally it stopped as Batgirl slumped down moaning softly. She shook her head, groggy as she felt something.

"No...you bastard...you bastard," she screamed as she felt Buzar fastening a clip to her clitoris.

"You...AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed her eyes wide open as intense pain ripped through her entire body and every muscle seemed it would rip. Never had Barbara felt such pain as the current entered her body through three of her most sensitive areas. The Sultan repeated the procedure several times, before Batgirl gave one horrible scream and finally passed out, spittle draining from her mouth, her body glistening with sweat.

Batgirl awoke. She momentarily panicked as she felt the cold steel on her wrists and ankles, concluding that her boots and gloves were gone, before she realized her mask was still firmly in place. She remained spread-eagled, although her table was now in a total upright position.

"Batgirl, welcome back. I was hoping you would return to the land of the living soon," smiled the Sultan as he took a finger and stroked her clitoris.

"Take your hands off me, you filthy bastard," hissed Batgirl, as she felt his finger enter her and she began to squirm.

Although Buzar couldn't see it under her mask, Barbara could feel a bead of sweat break out on her forehead. Although she had had plenty of opportunity and many boyfriends, Barbara had always believed in "saving herself" for marriage and had remained a virgin. She had engaged in heavy petty plenty of times, but had always been firm about never going too far. The thought of some criminal taking one of the most precious things in the world from her, was almost too much for the 23-year old to bear as she struggled in her chains, as Buzar fingered her inside, and then softly stroked her clitoris as Barbara let out a gasp. Despite her terror, the touch on her clit did feel good.

"Ok, I will take my hands off you, Batgirl, but soon you will be begging me," he said with a wave of his hand. From behind her, Batgirl could hear him opening a cabinet. It was only a moment later when she guessed what was next.

Buzar positioned a large dildo under her, the tip just touching the lips of her brown haired, closely shaved pussy. Then he bent down, removed the lock and played out an inch or two of chain giving her legs some play.

"Now, my dear, your preparation as my slave continues. You will soon begin to know what real pleasure and real pain is. It will be up to you of course to control both."

As he finished, he flipped a nearby switch, which immediately brought the large dildo to life.

"My God," thought Barbara, "that thing will tear me in two," as her eyes widened and her heart began to race.

"Please, Buzar, don't do this. You don't have to resort to this. I could give you pleasure now, without this," she implored, hoping to bide her time.

"Sorry Batgirl, but you and I both know you don't mean that. You must be broken before you freely give yourself to me," he replied as Batgirl heard the vibrating dildo. She pulled herself up with her muscled arms, keeping the dildo a fraction of an inch away from her love canal as she closed her eyes and hoped that Nail would somehow find a way to rescue her. How did this plan ever go so wrong? Now, she had endangered herself and Nail.

Fifteen minutes later, Buzar started clapping. "Very good, my dear, very good. Not even I though the great Batgirl could hold her body weight up for 15-minutes. You must be getting so tired," he said, stroking her nipples and red hair.

"Go to hell," she whispered through clenched teeth, knowing she could not hold out much longer.

"I just wonder who you are under there," said Buzar placed his hands on the bottom of her mask as he played with it.

"No.... no.... Buzar, listen..." pleaded Batgirl as she felt her mask being pulled up ever so slightly.

Buzar grinned, feeling a tremendous hard on. Never had he felt so alive. While his classmates and friends were wealthy beyond imagination, he had had to work for what he had. Now, he would have power, a trophy to strut around, he thought as he played with the mask. The mask of the greatest female crime fighter ever, and he could just pull it off right now, he thought.

"I'll tell you what, Batgirl. I am a gentleman. If I promise to keep your mask on, will you allow my dildo to enter you? I think that's a good deal.

Batgirl was stunned. She knew she could only last a few more minutes at most. Now, he was willing to make a deal. Although she didn't trust him, she had no choice, she thought. "He's holding all the cards for now."

"Ok, I agree," she said a note of defeat in her voice.

"Fine do it now," Buzar commanded, even as Barbara relaxed and slowly slid onto the dildo. She could feel the cool tip enter her lips, the slide just barely into her. She closed her eyes as she felt tears form in her eyes as she let the thing penetrate her.

"ARRRGHHHHHHHHHH" she cried as she relaxed and the dildo busted through her hymen feeling like a white-hot poker. "ARRRRGGHHHHHH, it hurts," she cried as she felt a warm sticky sensation.

"This is too good to be true, truly, Allah!!!!" Buzar cried clapping his hands as he saw the escape of blood and realized what was happening. "Batgirl, a virgin. Oh yes, what luck."

Within moments Batgirl's pain was gone, overcome by a strange sensation. The vibrating dildo was stimulating her like she had never been before and her insides were getting warm and wet. Her nipples hardened as she began to slide herself up and down on the massive member in her, waves of pleasure racing through her.

"No, got to fight it, can't let him see me like this," she told herself, even as she continued to thrust her pelvis up and down.

"Got to fi... Ahhhhhhhhh........." she screamed as she felt a huge orgasm build. "Please...." She moaned even as she knew she had lost the battle. "Ahhhhh...Ahhhhhhhhh... Ahhhhhhhhh" she screamed in short squeaks as the thunderous orgasm struck like a thunderbolt. "OHHHHH GGGOOOODDDDDD... AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed as her entire body convulsed from a pleasure like she had never known. The orgasm was still continuing even as she screamed again.

"AAAARRGGGGGGGGGG" her eyes widened with pain as she felt horrible, awful pain inside of her from an electric shock. "Nooooo...stttooopppppppppp." she groaned as another jolt struck.

"You see Batgirl, each time you orgasm my dildo will produce an electric shock in you. You, of course, have the power to control this, if you want, or can," he laughed as he left the room.

"You bastard," she screamed after him, as she lifted herself up and took the dildo out of her.

A half-hour later Batgirl took a breather, as she hoisted herself down onto the dildo again. It came to life and an exhausted Batgirl enjoyed the pleasure for a moment as she played with it, and then lifted her supple body off the member before she climaxed. Her victory was short lived however, when the chains suddenly contracted and brought her down onto it, as it penetrated her deeply. She squirmed and moved, but that only added to her pleasure, she realized too late. It was futile to move now, the chains had contracted and there was little she could do but wait for the inevitable as she began to breathe hard. Her body quaked as another orgasm hit, and she screamed, pulled up on her chain hard as she felt her pussy contract around the member inside her and her insides explode in a fury of passion.

The scream came a second later as she felt the awful jolt of electricity. Batgirl screamed out of pain, frustration and passion as her night in hell continued.

Buzar entered the room again several hours later. A sweaty and drained looking Batgirl lay on the table, moaning, and her eyes distant and unfocused.

"Help me. For the love of God.... please.... she barely whispered after a moment. Batgirl by now was too weak to move, or even scream more than moan. A look of defeat was in her eyes. She had never been so brutally beaten by an opponent.

"So, my Queen. Are you not ready for some love now? Someone to help you out of this hell? Someone to fill you with the passion you deserve," smiled Buzar as he took her sagging chin in his hand and held up her head to meet his eyes.

"I will never surrender to you. Ever," replied Batgirl, even though she knew she had no strength left to resist further.

"Well, you are an ingrate, after all I offer you," he said flipping the switch that sent a steady current of electricity from the dildo into her womb.

"AARRRRGGHHHH...AAARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" there was one long scream as Batgirl's entire body tensed. Buzar stood watching, fascinated with how strong the Dark Angel was, even as he knew he would soon have her for his own. He allowed the current to be on for about 30-seconds before he turned it off. Batgirl hung limp, head down, not moving as he went and removed the dildo from her vagina, which was wet with her love juices.

"I will leave you for awhile so you may be prepared for me," whispered Buzar into Batgirl's ear, and then left, slamming the large, steel door shut. Moments later, Buzar's beautiful female assistant entered to give Batgirl water and wash her off.

"Why? Why are you doing this for him? And to me? I've never hurt any of you," said Batgirl in a voice barely more than a whisper.

"Because you have been sold, my dear, for $1 million dollars to the Sultan. Have you not you figured this out yet," she said, grabbing Batgirl by a nipple and twisting it.

"Owwwwwwww," shouted Batgirl as Dita continued.

"You will be the Sultan's wife and bearer of his children. He is building a crime empire here in America, and with you out of the way having children; he will have Carte Blanc to run his empire.

The steel door creaked open as Buzar entered.

"Ahhhhh...I am delighted Mina. You have done wonders on our guest. Now, if you would leave the two of us alone, we can get reacquainted," he smiled, grabbing Batgirl's face with both hands and planting a kiss on her lips as his assistant exited the room.

"Ummmmmmmm" moaned the Dark Angel, hoping she could convince the Sultan to loosen her bonds so she may break free. She opened her eyes to see the Sultan smiling back at her.

"It is not going to be that easy, Batgirl. I am well aware you are, how we say, playing with me. Perhaps this will help your acting," Buzar said as he bent over a nearby table and grabbed a syringe.

"This is the newest love drug in Amsterdam. I have seen that it is quiet effective on women. Let us see how you react," he said.

"No...NO!!!!" shouted a struggling Batgirl, but before she could do much else she felt the prick of the needle enter her hip.

Buzar watched her, then knelt down on his knees as he examined her brown-haired pussy.

Buzar could hardly contain his hard-on. It was as if his life came down to this defining moment. He gazed, amazed at Batgirl's neatly shaven pubic hair and the lips that guarded the entrance to her love canal. Her knelt forward as his tongue emerged and flicked her lips, then slowly played with her clitoris, and then moved inside the crime-fighter.

Batgirl was at once horrified and turned on. She pulled from side to side in an effort to make it more difficult for Buzar, even as she felt an intense horniness that she could hardly deny.

"The bastard...can't give in," she thought to herself as she closed her eyes, steeling herself for a mental battle.

"Come, come, my Batgirl. Surely by now you have begun to feel something, have you not," whispered Buzar as he stood up and placed a finger on her moist clit, then softly played with an already erect nipple with his tongue, running it around her brown areola, then blowing gently on it.

Batgirl said nothing; trying to concentrate instead on not surrendering to the lust she felt growing and growing in her loins.

Buzar moved up and gently kissed her neck, putting a tongue in her ear as he continued to flick her clit.

"Hmmmmmm," a whimper escaped Batgirl who was determined to surrender but was realizing she could not fight the fact she was being completely turned on.

"You need me. You want me more than anything. You want to feel me inside of you as you explode. Feel the abandon you have never allowed yourself as Batgirl," he whispered into her ear.

"Ummmmmmmm," another moan escaped Batgirl who was now hoping for some sort of release from the sexual tension that was building inside of her.

Buzar was fingering her clit expertly now, as he began to suck on a nipple.

"Hmmm.... hhhmmmmmmm" Batgirl moaned, nearing her first orgasm. She began to rock back and forth, meeting his finger as her breathing accelerated and she began to thrust her chest deeper into Buzar's mouth.

"Ohhhhh...Godddd...." She thought to herself. I need this." Batgirl was on the brink of her climax when Buzar stopped and stepped back.

"Wha...what are you doing?" asked Batgirl, still breathing heavily.

"You can't always have what you want, don't you know that by know, Batgirl," smiled Buzar as her took her right nipple and began sucking on that one.

Batgirl knew the drug was working, but was so frustrated by being so near to climax, she began thrusting her hips into Buzar's in an attempt to get more stimulation.

"Ask me, my princess of the night," Buzar said into her ear. Ask and ye shall receive."

Batgirl hesitated, not saying anything.

Buzar slid a finger deep into her, and then removed it, rubbing her clit as he came out.

"Please..." Batgirl moaned.

"Then you shall have me," Buzar whispered as he undid his pants and undressed.

He stood there naked, staring at his conquest. Her muscled body, her perfect breasts, her legs splayed apart, as he re-positioned the bed into a more prone position.

Barbara stared at him, ashamed. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she could not deny the burning in her loins, the fact she had to have this man. He was in good physical shape, with a medium-sized penis, that was very, very thick. Barbara wondered how it would all fit in her as he knelt down between her legs.

"To think I am the man who fucked the Batgirl silly," he said out loud as guided his member to her opening.

"Do you want this," he said, kissing Batgirl on the neck, then kissing her breasts several times.

"Yes...yes. Please..." said Batgirl as she felt a man enter her for the very first time ever.

"Ahhhhhhhhh...." She moaned as his penis entered her, sliding in slowly, filling her wet canal as she relaxed. "My God..." she half whimpered as she felt him fill her.

Buzar, confident that the drug was now fully working, reached around and pressed in a code in the keypad over the bed that unlocked the chains on Batgirl's arms and legs.

Batgirl grabbed put her arms around the Sultan and brought her legs around so her feet were on his rear, effectively preventing him from leaving her.

"Please.... fuck me," she pleaded as she began pumping.

For all the self-control he had previously exhibited, Buzar now lost himself in his conquest. Gone was the slow rhythm screwing of a man in control. This was the frenzied fucking of a lust-crazed animal. His cock drove in and out of her with rapid, powerful strokes, each thrust poking deep inside her cunt.

"Ohhhhh...yes.... yes...." cried Batgirl, her eyes filling with tears at the ecstasy she was now enjoying.

Buzar was thrusting in and out of Batgirl, kissing her, preparing to fill her with his seed. There was only one thing missing as he reached up and grabbed her cowl with both hands and pulled it off. His eyes were wide as the cowl came up past Batgirl's forehead and the red wig with it, before revealing the face of Barbara Gordon.

"You.... you look familiar...who are you?" he asked between thrusts as Batgirl groaned and opened her eyes. She was momentarily shocked, because she was so into the lovemaking she had not realized her mask as been removed until she looked and saw Buzar leaning over her, still poking her while holding her mask.

Batgirl never answered because just then she burst. "UMMMMM.... UMMMMMM.... UMMMMPPHHHHH.... GGGOOOODDDDDDDD" she screamed as she grabbed Buzar's back and racked him with her nails, as he thrust himself deep into her, their pelvises slamming into one another in a frenzy of ecstasy as Batgirl came and came and came, her lips grabbing firm hold of Buzar along with her legs as she held him deep in her. Just then, she felt his cock erupt inside her, injecting her womb with spurt after spurt of sperm-laden cum. Then she was lost in her own ecstasy, moaning uncontrollably as her pussy went wild with yet a second, thunderous orgasm, the likes of which she had never experienced. She put her head back and screamed, tears running down her face as she moaned and was overcome by the experience.

Buzar lay on her naked belly, his sperm still leaking into her womb. Both of their bodies were wet with sweat as he stared into the eyes of Barbara Gordon.

"I was about to say, who are you?" he laughed as he kissed her on the neck, a spot that had always been a turn on for Barbara.

Barbara...Barbara Gordon...Ahhhhhhhhh" she moaned.

Buzar pulled out of her, as she protested, but then flipped her over and entered her pussy from behind as the pair began their lovemaking anew. Within moments they were grunting and groaning. He held her breasts as the pair knelt, Barbara impaled on his cock, as he rubbed her clitoris with his finger.

"Ohhhhh...Yessssssss.... fuckkkkk meeeeee...fuckkkkk meeeeee..." Barbara begged as she felt his cock slam into her womb again and again.

Buzar was like a madman, pumping and thrusting with every muscle her had as he came and sprayed his seed again into Batgirl. He smiled because each time he came it seemed to turn her on in turn and she came.

"Yessssssss.... YESSSSSSS...YESSSSSSSSSSSS" she screamed as he felt her contract around his cock as she came, then felt the warm juices of her. Barbara's pussy was almost sopping wet as her love juices dribbled out of her cunt as she closed her eyes and screamed with abandon. Never in her life had she felt so turned on, so alive. Not even as Batgirl.

9 - Dita

When Detective John Nail finally regained his senses and tried to open his eyes, he grimaced with pain. Every muscle in his body was raw and sore from his electrocution. There was nothing but darkness, and when he sensed that he was blindfolded, Nail attempted to reach up and remove it. He quickly discovered that he had been securely bound to a metal chair. What's more, he had no idea how long he had been unconscious, or what had happened to Barbara, which was his main concern.

"Not going anywhere for awhile?" Came a sultry voice behind him. Nail tensed up when he felt something sharp scrape up the back of his neck. Then a hand seized him by the hair and gently bent his head back. There was a wet sensation that was not unpleasant up the side of his neck and over his ear, which made his skin tingle.

Dita swirled the tip of her tongue in Nail's ear a few times and then laughed after blowing warm air across the moist skin, giving Nail a chilling sensation.

"I'm so glad you're awake now, so we can play," Dita murmured as she placed a hand on his thigh and moved it up tantalizingly close to his crotch.

"Go play with yourself," Nail croaked through a parched throat.

There was a moment of silence and then a flash of blinding pain as Dita seized him by the balls and squeezed harshly. Nail groaned in agony, "Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnh!"

"I don't think you understand Detective," Dita said harshly as she yanked off his blindfold and hissed in his face. "You're my plaything now."

Then she loosened her grip and gave him a gentle pat. "Sorry. Sometimes my temper gets the best of me. Now tell me, Detective, how do you want to play this? Gentle or rough?"

"Either way, you don't do anything for me," Nail said between gasping breaths.

"Is that right?" Dita replied with a smirk and arch of her eyebrow.

"That's right," Nail said. "Cheap sluts just don't get a rise out of me."

"We'll certainly see about that," Dita said, straightening up as if challenged. She stood in front of him for a moment, legs apart with her hands on her slim waist. Then slowly, Dita began to pose provocatively for Nail, pouting her lips and then running her tongue across the glossy surface as she began to give Nail a little lap dance, using her body to press against him suggestively and grinding her hips as her lithe body moved like a panther. All the while Nail sat stock still, willing himself not to get hard, thinking of inconsequential details as he worked not to get aroused by his captors erotic poses and dancing.

Occasionally Dita would run her hand over Nail's groin to check the status of his hard on, and each time she sneered in disappointment and shock when she discovered that he was still soft. It was impossible. No man could resist her patented moves. And so she moved on to her other expert techniques of seduction, opening his shirt and kissing his chest and stomach while she rubbed his thighs, and then moving her head down so she could nuzzle his crotch and nibble his penis through his slacks. When he was still soft, she looked up and glared at him.

"You couldn't get a teenager through puberty," Nail smirked.

Dita's eyes narrowed. She stood up and slowly began to strip, using every seductive way she knew of to tease and entertain her prisoner. She began with her silk top, removing it one button at a time, revealing a hint of black lace bra underneath, and then peeling it away completely. Then her tight black skirt, unzipping the side and then sliding it down ever so slowly down her long luxurious legs covered in nylon stockings held up with garters. Now Dita was down to her frilly underwear and high heels. As she danced and moved, she unclasped the bra and then kept her breasts covered with her arms until the very last moment when she gave him a peek from the side as she thrust out her perfect round derriere. With her back to him, she took her panties by the edge and peeled them down until she was bent all the way over in one of her sexiest positions, looking back at him from the side of one thigh and licking up the side of it.

It was all Detective Nail could do to keep his jaw from dropping, gasping out loud or swallowing his tongue. She had one of the most devastating bodies he had ever seen, and he'd seen plenty. But his will power was one of his most valuable assets, and so he miraculously kept his cock from becoming brick hard by the stunning sight before him.

Dita knew for sure she had sufficiently brought her victim to the brink of full arousal, and with supreme satisfaction she squatted over his legs and slowly reached down to feel his bulge. Her flawless face flushed pink with embarrassment. Dita's expression quickly turned from smug confidence to livid when she discovered he was still flaccid. Now she was really feeling challenged. No man had ever been able to resist her for this long.

"You smug bastard," Dita sneered as she began to rub her crotch on his, but after several minutes, none of her vigorous humping was able to elicit even a hint of hardness in Nail's lap. "Damn you! I'll get you up if it's the last thing I do."

Dita immediately got off and knelt down in front of Detective Nail and quickly began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his slacks. Her stern concentration as she tore open the flaps of his boxer shorts and took his limp cock out, kept her from seeing the slight grin on Nail's face. With great relish she began to blow and lick the head of his penis. This technique never failed to get a man hard.

Now without taking her eyes of Nail, she teased and licked his entire shaft, including his balls, which she tickled and stroked with the tips of her glossy nails. She gave her captive a smug smile when Nail finally began to get aroused, his shaft thickening in her grasp as she stroked it up and down and continued licking it.

Nail pretended to be uninterested, but silently he laughed at the beautiful Dita. This is exactly what he wanted, a nice stimulating blowjob from an overly eager slut. It made him chuckle inside that once again he had fooled yet another dim bimbo into sucking his cock.

"Stop!" Nail grunted between clenched teeth, feigning disgust. This successfully made Dita suck him with even more enthusiasm, and Nail had to bite his lip from laughing out loud. He had to admit, she was an incredible cocksucker.

Although Dita was an expert in the art of oral pleasures, she was still no match for Nail's self control, and so she continued bobbing and slurping for endless minutes. She plunged his shaft in her warm wet mouth and slid her moist lips up and down. All the while, Nail diligently loosened the sloppily tied bindings behind his back by bulging and constricting his wrists and little by little tugging them loose. When they finally fell away, he coiled them around one hand and kept his arms behind him to make Dita think he was still firmly bound.

Dita was becoming more and more frustrated in her attempts to bring Nail to orgasm. She even attempted to deep throat his entire shaft and nearly gagged on it. Now her jaws were getting sore. She glared up at Nail, but she wasn't ready to give up yet. Soon she felt the tell tale signs of impending climax as Nail tensed up.

Once Nail saw her smile with satisfaction and close her eyes to concentrate even harder, he reached around and seized her by the hair and yanked her head back. Dita gasped in surprise as Nail guided the head of his cock at Dita's stunned face and began to pump long strings of semen in her mouth cheeks and eyes. She blinked from the onslaught of sticky fluid and her yelping protests were choked off when one stream of cum shot directly down her throat, causing her to gag and cough.

Caught completely off guard, Dita was helpless to resist as Nail yanked her up by the hair and shoved her over to a nearby pool table. He lifted her up and slammed her stomach first on the felt surface, nearly knocking the wind out of her. Then he grabbed her flailing wrists and began tying them together behind her back as the glamorous femme fatale squirmed hard on the table.

"Wait! Don't you dare-" Dita began to scream, but Nail quickly picked up her panties which she had tossed on the pool table during her strip and stuffed them into her mouth. He took one of the pool cues and used Dita's elastic garters to tie her ankles to each end of the stick. Then he stood up on table and pulled the stick up to hang Dita upside down from the light fixture over the table so that only the top of her head touched the surface of the table as she let out a stifled scream into her gag, "Uuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmppphhh!"

Nail then looked around the room until he found his badge, gun, holster, keys and handcuffs inside the desk drawer. He checked his service pistol and strapped the holster back on and then pocketed the other items, taking his time while Dita twisted and struggled on the pool table and cursed him through her gagged mouth. Incredibly, none of them had thought or bothered to frisk his legs, where he felt his small revolver still strapped and hidden around his calf.

"Okay, bitch, now that the tables are turned so to speak, this is how we're going to play the game," Nail informed his wide-eyed and furious captive as he took a pool cue stick and 8 ball and lined it up pointing toward her forehead.

"I haven't played pool in awhile. Lucky for you I may be little rusty." Nail slammed the first ball a few inches past Dita's nose as she winced and squealed into her gag.

"I want you to tell me exactly where they took Batgirl," Nail said as he grabbed the shiny black 8 ball when it caromed back near his side of the table. "Nod your head and I'll remove your tasty little gag."

"Unnnh!" Dita grunted angrily and shook her head back and forth.

Nail sighed and lined up another shot, this time grazing her left ear. Now Dita was squalling into her gag as her face slowly turned red. After Nail began to line up two balls, Dita whimpered and began nodding her head up and down very fast.

"Thought you'd see it my way," Nail said as he reached for the gag and removed it from between Dita's quivering lips.

"Damn you!" Dita gasped. "Let me down!"

"Not before you tell me where they took Batgirl."

"They took her to the client, down in the basement."

"Where is it?"

"Through the green door...and down the stairs," Dita sobbed.

Nail looked over and saw the door she was referring to. Then he took her panties and stuffed them in her mouth again as Dita protested violently. "Unnngh! Errummmmph!"

"Sorry, sweet cheeks, but I have to leave you like this just to make sure you don't warn your sleazy friends," Nail smiled as he took the pool stick and leaned it up so that it lay between her spread apart legs. Then he left Dita in her humiliating pose and headed out through the green door with gun drawn and down the stairs with quiet stealth.

10 - Vault

Tino Tarantula was inside the vault room hidden deep down within the basement floor of his seedy bordello, busy with his counting machine as it zipped through the countless crisp hundred dollar bills. All five million worth. It was almost enough to bring make a grown man cry. This had to be his biggest score ever. Not only had he just sold Batgirl to his wealthiest client, he screwed that dirty cop Nail into bringing her in, killing two birds with one stone. Payback was a bitch. He laughed when he thought of all the lies he had told Nail. Down to the amount of money and the reason for the bounty. The only thing that irked him was that he never got a chance to see who was behind Batgirl's mask.

The Sultan was now busy a few doors down screwing Batgirl's brains out and his own Dita was undoubtedly doing the same back upstairs with Nail. Once he was through counting and locking up the cash in his vault, he made a mental note that he would have to pay Nail a little visit himself. The only thing was, Nail was not going to enjoy Tino's visit as much as Dita's.

Outside the door to the vault Tino's buff but beautiful bodyguard Ash patiently guarded his inner sanctum, sinewy arms crossed under her ample chest. She cocked her head when a strange sound captured her ear.

Ash glanced down the empty hallway and guessed it was probably a rat. Well, a good stomping was exactly what that rat needed, and so Ash headed down the hall toward the stairwell. When she bent down to peer between the landings of the staircase, she froze when she heard the unmistakable 'click' of a gun being cocked and cold metal pressed against her cheek.

"Not a sound," Nail whispered. "Down on your knees, hands behind your head."

Ash did as she was told, and felt handcuffs snapped tight on her wrists. Then Nail ordered her to lie face down on the floor under the stairwell so he could frisk her. Inside the pocket of her tight leather jeans, Nail found a small vial of chloroform and a cloth pad used to knock out Barbara.

Nail uncapped the vial, liberally soaked the pad and placed it over Ash's nose and mouth. He had to put all his weight onto her back when she seized up and tried to strain free. The young woman was strong, but eventually, the pungent fumes did their intended work. Soon, her eyes began to flutter open and closed.

"Ummmmmmmm," Ash moaned sleepily as she faded from consciousness.

"Sleep tight," Nail said placing her leather cap over her face once satisfied that she was out. He gave her a gentle slap on the rump and turned his attention down the hall.

Inside the vault, Tino unzipped his pants and called out toward the open doorway, "Hey Ash, come in here and suck my dick while I finish counting these Benjamin's."

"Ash isn't going to be sucking anyone's dick for awhile," Nail said as he entered the room, gun drawn and aimed at Tino's crotch.

"What the fuck-?" Tino's jaw dropped.

" 'What the fuck,' is right." Nail agreed as he stepped up to Tino and pistol-whipped him across the jaw, sending the sleazy hood sprawling across the floor.

"Hey, wait-!" Tino stammered as Nail approached him and gave him a swift kick to the groin, causing Tino to wheeze and lose his breath.

"Where's Batgirl?" Nail said as he bent down and yanked Tino up by his spiky hair.

"Fuck you!" Tino groaned.

Nail shoved the barrel of his automatic into Tino's exposed groin and cocked the hammer. "One more time...where's Batgirl?"

"Down the hall!" Tino yelped in a high-pitched voice.

"Good boy," Nail said and slammed his fist across Tino's face.

"Why the fuck are you hitting me! I just told you where she was!" Tino cried.

"That's for lying to me," Nail told him. "See, there's one thing I hate more than a liar, it's a thieving pimp liar that tries to hold out on me. That's looks like a lot more than a million on the table over there."

"C'mon, Nail, give me break here! Take half of it! It's yours!"

"You must be dreaming, Tino," Nail grinned. "I'm taking all of it."

"You can't do that! I'll-!"

"Who are you gonna tell?" Nail asked as he nudged his gun hard in Tino's temple.

Tino stared at Nail slack jawed and utterly afraid. This cop was crazy.

"I think I'll just kill you now and be done with it," Nail hissed.

"No, please-!" Tino begged as his body began convulsing in fear. When Nail pulled the trigger and the hammer slammed down into an empty chamber, Tino promptly passed out and slumped to the floor.

Nail quickly grabbed Tino by the wrists and dragged his limp body into the cash cage. After helping himself to a few bundles of cash, Nail used some plastic strips to bind Tino and locked him in. Then Nail moved to load the 5 million in cash into the two large canvas bags they originally came in and set them just inside the door.

Now it was time to find Barbara.

11 - Guns

Mina sat patiently in the outer room, staring quietly at the door where her employer The Sultan was having his way with Batgirl. Inside she hoped that sooner or later, Buzar would invite her in to take part just as he had done many other times with other women. But the longer time went on, the more Mina grew anxious and feelings of jealousy boiled inside her. How dare he make her wait so long? Was Batgirl so great that he only wished to alone be with her?

The beautiful and exotic young woman stood up and began pacing around the room, her mind racing with visions of what Buzar was doing with Batgirl. Her focus was so narrow that she never realized that the door leading to the hallway was opening slightly.

John Nail was on the other side of the door, cautiously peering in the crack of the door to see Mina pacing back and forth. When he saw no one else in the room, he entered and stepped up quietly behind Mina and startled her with a hand clamped over her mouth and his gun pressed into her side. He turned her in the direction of a huge ornate mirror.

Mina stared wide-eyed at Nail and his gun in the reflection and then glanced at the door to the chamber where Buzar was with Batgirl. Nail noticed her glance and it was all he needed. He whispered in her ear, "Don't make a sound."

When Mina whimpered and nodded, Nail holstered his gun, and removed the chloroform soaked pad he had used on Ash from his jacket pocket and replaced the hand over Mina's mouth with the cloth. Mina's muffled gasps were silenced as Nail held it tight over her nose and mouth. Even the faint residue of fumes was enough to weaken the young girl, and Nail held her firmly in his arms as she squirmed and tensed to fight of the effects of the chemical.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm." Mina moaned as she clawed weakly at Nail's hand and her body arched and pressed against Nail's body. Finally she went limp and Nail lay her down on a sofa to slumber.

Without wasting another second, Nail headed for the door that was revealed by Mina's glance and rushed in gun drawn. Inside he found his worst fear. Barbara was on a bed, her costume shredded to reveal all her most intimate areas, which had obviously been ravaged by the short, dark-complexioned man who sat on the edge of the bed using a huge studded dildo to drive Batgirl to a screaming climax.

When Buzar turned to see Nail, he froze, and then he began a slow smile.

"Ah, the policeman. I am afraid you are too late," Buzar laughed. "I have already had my way with Batgirl, but I would be more than willing to share her with you if you would put that nasty gun away."

Nail, teeth clenched and furious with what had been done to Barbara, charged forward and back slapped Buzar across his stunned face with the butt of his gun. The nude Sultan immediately fell off the side of the bed and crumpled to the floor with streams of blood gushing from his mouth, trying to keep from choking on several teeth that had been dislodged from his jaw. When Buzar tried to get up, Nail punished him with a flat-footed stomp to the temple, which slammed his head against the night table and rendered him unconscious. Nail pointed his gun at Buzar, and cocked the pistol.

"John, don't," came a soft voice from the bed.

Nail froze in time, his gun still pointed. His rage overwhelmed him. Then it began to subside when he felt a gloved hand on his arm. He slowly turned and looked at Barbara, and his heart wrenched. He never wanted this.

"Barbara," Nail said.

"John, I'm sorry," Barbara whispered.

Nail's heart was breaking. He could not believe what she was saying. This was his entire fault. Slowly his normal instincts began to return. He needed to get her out of this place.

"Let's go," Nail said as he gathered a blanket and wrapped it around Barbara's weakened form. "We need to get out of here."

"Did you get Tino?"

"Don't worry about that," Nail told her. God, she was incredible. Barbara had just been through the most horrendous experience of her life, and all she cared about was getting the bad guys. He was falling more and more in love with her by the minute.

Nail covered Barbara's head with the blanket and lifted her in his arms to carry her back upstairs and down the hallway to where they originally had come in. Barbara moaned inside the blanket and Nail's rage began to build again. He would make them pay for this. All of them.

Barbara felt herself carefully being placed in the back seat of Nail's sedan. He uncovered her head and looked down at her. "I'll be back in a few minutes. I just need to take care of a few things."

Barbara looked at Nail and nodded. Then she promptly passed out from exhaustion. Nail closed the door and rushed back inside. Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he was suddenly seized around the head by Ash, who had awoken and escaped her handcuffs by simply snapped them apart with her muscular arms. She twisted the stunned detective around until she had him in a vise-like headlock.

"Okay, detective, now I'm going to show you how it feels to have your head crushed." Ash chuckled as she began to bulge her arms and squeeze Nail's head and neck.

Nail tried to squirm free, but Ash had shoved him tight into a corner and kept him from getting any leverage. Now bent over, Nail knew he was at her mercy, and if he didn't get out of this, he was going to die. He tried to punch Ash in the gut a few times, but her stomach was washboard hard and he did nothing but make her grunt. He no choice left, so he stretched his arm down and pulled up his pants leg to get at his spare revolver, took it out and fired a small caliber bullet into Ash's leather boot covered foot.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggh!" Ash groaned as she released Nail and fell on her ass to seize her foot as it burned in agony. "Damn you! You shot my foot!"

"Be glad that's all I shot," Nail gasped and snarled as blood rushed back to his head.

Suddenly an explosion sounded and the wall near Nail's head exploded in hundreds of fragments. Down the hall, Tino Tarantula was holding a smoking sawed off shotgun.

Nail crouched into the stairwell after firing off a few rounds from his pistol. He heard a thudding sound and something scattering on the floor. With both guns drawn now, he quickly peeked once and then again slowly to see Tino lying on the floor, both hands clutched to his gut.

"Fucking Nail! You shot me!" Tino groaned.

Nails looked down at Ash, and his mind churned. With a deliberate motion, he bent down and slugged Ash hard in the head while she was preoccupied with her foot. Then he took his unmarked revolver, wiped it clean of his prints, and used his handkerchief to place it in her hand and fired off a round with it. Disgruntled whore kills pimp, Nail thought.

Then he headed toward Tino, kicked the shotgun away the punk was struggling to reach.

"Looks like you and one of your whores had a little gun battle," Nail said.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Tino groaned.

"At least that's how it will read in my report and the death certificates."

Tino began to understand, and looked at Nail with a pleading expression, "C'mon Nail, you can't do this to me. I said you could take the money."

"It looks like your clients got into a lover's spat as well," Nail said coldly. "And all this right before your little drug lab explodes when the chemicals go off by accident."

"Please-!" Tino groaned.

"You brought all this on yourself, Tino. You might as well live with the consequences. Or in this case, die with them."

"I hope you can sleep at night, Nail."

"Like a baby," Nail said before heading off to Tino's lab to set a fire. Before he left the building and all its doomed and corrupt occupants, he picked up two canvas bags, carried them outside, and dumped them into the trunk of his car.

12 - Home

John Nail drove away from Tino Tarantula's bordello and glanced in the rearview mirror a block away just as a faint 'whump' sounded and flames blew the first floor windows out. Then he heard Barbara stir in the backseat.

"What was that?" Barbara asked in a dazed voice.

"You rest while I get you to a hospital."

"No, I'm all right. I just need to get home." Barbara said softly.

"What? Barbara?" Nail exclaimed. He couldn't believe her courage. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't want Daddy to worry."

Nail winced. Commissioner Gordon was going to have his badge and his hide for this.

Barbara seemed to read his mind. "Don't worry John. I'm not going to tell Daddy anything about what happened tonight."

After a minute to ponder her statement, Nail slowed and stopped at a red light and turned around to look at Barbara. "What did happen to you tonight? If you can talk about it."

"Thanks heavens I don't remember much of it. I remember being chloroformed. And I think I was drugged. I think the mixture made me forget exactly what was done to me. There are just vague bits and pieces...like a dream...and they're already fading."

The light turned green, and Nail told Barbara, "Let's get you home."

Once in Barbara's apartment, Barbara allowed Nail to help her undress and bathe without any shame. It was as if a bond had brought them together from their mutual experience, and both held each other in the highest regard and mutual respect.

After Nail tenderly lay Barbara in her warm bed and pulled the comforter up over her lithe form, he leaned down and told her, "You did an incredible thing tonight, Barbara. I'll never forget it."

The words soothed Barbara's weakened spirit and seemed like a balm to all her inner wounds. She smiled weakly back at Nail, and whispered, "Anytime, Detective Nail."

Nail could not get over it. She was so beautiful and innocent lying there. Against his better judgment, he leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek, but Barbara moved her head to meet his lips with hers and allowed a soulful kiss.

When the kiss ended, Barbara looked up at Nail. "Stay here with me. Just for tonight."

Nail looked at Barbara and nodded. He watched as she gave him a sleepy smile and then closed her eyes. Within seconds, she was in deep slumber. During the night, Nail sat close by in a chair and calmed Barbara's nightmares until morning.

THE END