A closer look at what happened to Batgirl when she was became a slave again on Gor
The plot for this story was lifted from A Cat and Fiddle: A Cat and a Bat on Gor by Theodoric of York. He has my work and approves. Many quite interesting (and arousing) events Theodoric mentions only in passing are detailed in this story and in my other companion story: The Cat and the Shackles. In one case he modified his story to accommodate mine. With that one exception for entertainment purposes, every effort has been made to preserve the actions and motivations of Theodorics characters. Out of respect for other Gor stories published on the Web I follow the practice of capitalizing master when it appears in the thoughts, words, or viewpoint of a slave. Readers will also need to be alert for the slave voice. This is the Gorean linguistic practice in which a slave is spoken of in the third person by either the master or the slave in order to avoid the use of personalizing pronouns such as I or you in reference to an item of human property.
Disclaimer: This story is for FREE entertainment purposes only and NO part may be sold in ANY way. The language, culture, and geography of Gor are the intellectual and corporate property of John Norman. The characters of Batgirl, Catwoman, Batman, Robin, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and Commissioner Gordon are all copyrighted property of DC comics. I hope that this story stimulates greater interest in these fictional milieus, which Theodoric and I have blended.
Disclaimer2: Different artists depict very different heights and builds for Barbara Gordon. One definitive? source gives a height/weight combination impossible for a female acrobat. Using the reactions to her by the men in Theodorics story as a reference base, Batgirl is depicted in this story as 57 to 58" with ample breasts above a small waist and softly rounded hips and thighs. She is in her mid-twenties. Batman is in his mid-forties.
Terminology: an Ihn is to an Ehn is to an Ahn as a second is to a minute is to an hour (though the proportions are somewhat different.) A kajira is a female slave; the plural form is Kajiri.
Theodorics story thus far: Batgirl and Catwoman fell prey to Kurii slavers. They awakened in the House of Arbus where they were subjected to the training of a Gorean kajira. (See my The Cat and the Shackles for some racy details)
They make a daring escape, but the laws of Gor leave them no options except outlawry or return to slavery. Selina is exhilarated by an outlaws lifestyle. The previously law-abiding Barbara is unhappy yet is afraid to strike out on her own because of her ignorance of her new planets culture.
Catwoman resolves the dilemma by arranging for Batgirls reduction to utterly abject slavery at the hands of a gang of male outlaws. Barbara Gordon becomes known only as Boopsie due to the elegantly lettered collar Selina placed on her throat. While her hated enemy serves men as chattel and sex-toy, Selina Kyle begins a solo life of daring crimes and becomes increasingly legendary on Gor as the notorious Panther Woman.
The Bottle and Bangle had become the most profitable tavern on Gor. The men of Laura had quickly learned about the needy blue-eyed barbarian slut who had been taken when a patrol had finally captured the brigands plaguing travelers and residents alike. Soon afterwards, every male visitor to the city also made it a point to spend at least some Ahn in the tavern and they often brought their slave girls with them. This habit further increased the tavern keepers profits from the sale of overpriced food and cheap wine. Every one of Leonidus kajiri finished each night feeling well-used, but the bulk of the men came because of Boopsie.
Her accent and difficulties with the (Gorean) Language marked her as a barbarian, an Earth girl from somewhere on the U.S. Eastern seaboard. Aside from her association with the outlaw band, the source of her obvious but incomplete slave training remained a much-discussed secret. With the outlaws in chains awaiting execution their curvy pet had sexually serviced each and every man in the citys victorious patrol. All of them then wanted Boopsie for his kajira, but Leonidus had the strongest claim. His information had been critical to finally ending the crime spree.
The big redheaded kajira lacked the formal training of a pleasure slave--his other girls were still teaching her the rudiments of Gorean dancebut men did not care about that. The barbarian had gloriously silky auburn hair that fell to her waist and lovely facial features. She was tall and slender-waisted but well breasted, with womanly thighs and hips. Her complexion was the lightest possible shade of pink everywhere on her body except for the darker lips of her womans channel. But even her beauty was not the reason the men were crazy for her.
What made Boopsie special was her capacity for sex and the way she tried to bond in love with every man who used her. The blue-eyed barbarian was constantly in heat. She reacted powerfully to the slightest caress and her stamina was unrivaled so that man after man could fully enjoy his Ahn of her use. Best of all, despite the skills she employed for their pleasure, each man felt that it was he who was her complete master and Boopsie who was vulnerably needful during his use of her. For an Ahn, each man felt that he had become her true love master.
The Earth girl was completely content to be a slave (her experience since she was kidnapped by Kurii agents had demonstrated to the former Batgirl that on Gor no life style but slavery suited the woman she had become) yet the young woman who had been Barbara Gordon was becoming increasingly lonely. From rising to rest, her life as a paga girl consisted of exercise, dance instruction, a meal, a performance, a lottery for her first use and an Ahn of sex with the lucky winner which was followed immediately by another lottery and more sexual service. Eventually, she was fed, watered, and commanded to sleep in a dark room while the other slave girls cleaned up the tavern. She spoke little to the customers and little more with the other Kajira; she had no friends or even favorite customers. Boopsie was living a loving womans nightmare: she craved affection every bit as badly as she craved penetration by a strong mans sex.
The one thing that made her life tolerable was the joy she took in mens interest in her and the soul-deep pleasure she received in return when a man took enough time to touch the love-starved woman at her core. Since Gorean males generally preferred their slave girls to make full submission to their sexual prowess, Boopsie would typically experience six or seven slave orgasms during her 11 Ahn of service to men. She prayed that one of those men would become her Master in truth. Unfortunately, because her use was determined by lottery to prevent fights, she was seldom allowed to lie in the same mans arms two nights in a row.
Boopsie knew all about male lust, but since she was enslaved she had known nothing approaching love. The men of Kyles outlaw band had treated her as a pet, a mostly dumb animal that obeyed them completely and accepted the gruff affection they offered because she understood only a portion of what they said. Worst of all for her feelings, that assessment of her language skills had been an accurate one.
In the memories of her free woman origins was a time when Dick Grayson had begun to love her. The foolish girl she had been had thrown that away because she longed only for Robins partner. Batman had never kissed her, or even touched her in gentleness. Yet Barbara Gordon had yearned as a woman yearns from well before the day the Caped Crusader came to her dorm room to try to persuade her to give up vigilante law enforcement.
She hadnt agreed to stick to her studies. Instead she had blackmailed Batman into supervising her early training. By the end of her freshman first semester she was back out on the rooftops looking for criminals to thwart. How silly all that seemed to her now! Shed been crazy to defy a mans will. Beside that, nothing was as important as finding a man to love and serve with all your body mind and heart.
One night a stranger came to Laura, an assassin on the hunt for human prey. He saw Boopsie and wanted her for special reasons of his own. As she started her dancing she saw the black-clad man in the back of the room flanked by two beautiful Earth girl slaves. She could tell they were fellow barbarians by a number of things. The way they knelt was a little wrong, especially the blonde with the wide mouth. Their hair was styled rather than hanging loose. They were also somewhat tall for kajiri and the lines of their bodies were far from the Gorean norm.
When they had been brought to this world, Batgirl and Catwoman had been rather unusually big and muscled kajiri--the general preference on Gor is for a short girl with soft hips and thighs and just enough breasts to fill a mans hand. Yet the two gymnasts breasts and bottoms had been fully feminine, and the way Selina could move had made men drool back on Earth. Boopsie, whom the slaver Arbus had named Eta, had been carefully trained to emulate and then improve upon her cellmates practiced grace of motion. Her time with the outlaws and in the paga tavern had softened Batgirls body so that now Boopsies movement and posture embodied female sexuality.
For all her sexual experience, Boopsie remained a twenty-something woman still adapting to a strange and alien world. After only 20 months on Gor she was still greatly ignorant in the ways of a kajira and of the society as a whole. She sensed the powerful desire of the black-clad stranger to possess her and she began to dance for Him as she had never danced before.
She had seldom danced on Earth; Barbara Gordons social life had been limited by her secret career and shed preferred instead to study martial arts and acrobatics. But Boopsie was naturally graceful and the dances of Gor mainly consisted of improvisation. The dancer was expected to freely combine rehearsed postures and motions. The traditional function of a Gorean dance is to express a womans fears, joys and needs. The subject of the narrative of motion is nearly always her relationship to men. Boopsie had watched the other girls carefully, and she was inventive and in need of a mans love. When Leonidus had consented to let Boopsie try and dance for his customers he had tripled his revenues within a hand of days.
That night what her dance might have lacked in artistry, she more than made up for it with the intensity and clarity of the feelings that she sought to convey to the man at the back of the room. She imagined herself a woman who had never known love and it seemed her body became virgin once more; fearful of a mans lust yet drawn to something she sensed would be beautiful. For all in the tavern to see, Boopsie let her motions and posture proclaim that she was a woman longing with all her being for a master to which to give her pent-up devotion, love, and service.
She next concentrated her thoughts on her fat horror of a master, who cared only for his gold and silver and not at all for the feelings of his kajiri. He used slave girls regularly to sate his lust but laughed if he left their loins sore or their needs unsatisfied. This was less a problem for Boopsie than for the other girls, but there had been nights when she came to him still needy from her last customer and all he allowed her to do was suck his smelly fat sex.
With that memory her dance became a kajiras cry of desperation. "Please, Master" she silently mouthed the words "Use your slave as she longs to be used. Let her body show the love she holds inside for the right master." The man hunter had her full attention at that point. And she had his. Boopsie saw that not once, not even as one of the other paga sluts took his sex in her mouth, had his eyes looked anywhere but at her. That unwavering interest both aroused and frightened her. Her juices had been flowing freely as they always did. Now she was on the brink, ready to orgasm at the first touch of a man. "Oh please, she whispers. "Let Him win the first lottery."
Her master went over to speak with the assassin during the last part of her dance and she turned her attention to the other customers. When the dance was finished she sat in a corner fighting the urge to masturbate. It would be a simple thing to do and no one would see her, but she has been fully conditioned to always wait for permission. That had been the only good thing about being an outlaw. She and Selina had given each other permission for self-relief. Otherwise they would have found it difficult to relax and fall asleep. The slave-training program of the House of Arbus had created a lasting addiction to orgasms in both the Earth Girls.
Leonidus walked over to her, flanked by the assassins naked barbarian slaves. The blonde with the gymnasts body and wide mouth seemed very familiar. The stunning woman with reddish chestnut hair was unmistakable. The super-villainess Poison Ivy had completely disappeared one day. Seeing her wearing a collar on Gor, Boopsie assumed that Dr Pamela Isley must have met much the same fate as Barbara Gordon. She didnt notice the shape of the brand in Ivys left thigh until later.
"You have been purchased by Brutus of the Assassins." The tavern keeper announced. He looked frightened yet avarice also showed in his eyes. "Your collar will be removed and you are to leave with them." He gestured to the Kajiri who held a gag, a hood and several strips of leather in their hands. Leonidus unlocked her collar, turned, and walked back towards the kitchens. With that simple transaction her life and fate were in the hands of someone completely unknown to her: a man who had never even used her body for his pleasure.
As she meekly submitted to her new Masters girls, she heard a chillingly familiar voice. "Well Pumpkin, it looks like you found your niche in life. I always thought that the Batgirl was basically a whore in her heart." Harley Quinns jibe made Poison Ivy laugh. "Its a shame we werent in the room when Batman told Commissioner Jim Gordon that his precious Babs would spend the next couple of centuries with a Gorean masters cock in her body."
"True enough, Ivy. But this will be just as good. Master B has promised us she will be our plaything too." Harley addressed the bound and blinded slave kneeling at her feet. "I hope your tongue is a talented as your fuck-box, Sweetums. The men here speak so highly of your services. You do know how to make a woman happy, dont you Boopsie?" Boopsie nodded. Those lessons had been the part of Arbus training to which she had objected most strenuously. It had taken both the passion goad and the switch together to force her to practice cunnilingus on her female trainers. "Oh Goody, Pumpkin, we are going to have so much fun together, that is, if our Master ever stops pumping his big cock in and out of your ass."
Both girls laughed and Boopsie became very afraid that her situation had gone from bad to much worse. Harley was homicidally insane. Poison Ivy could kill with a kiss. Both ex-criminals were Ph.D.s, brilliant in their respective fields, yet this dark man kept them at his feet and under his whip. She pictured a criminal mastermind who had been exiled to Gor and shuddered. Someone like that might relish torturing or mutilating a police commissioners daughter. That Ivy and Harley knew she had also been Batgirl would make her fate even worse.
They moved through the streets in silence. At one point she thought she heard someone with them, but given the number of people they passed she was certain of nothing. The blackness inside the slave hood invoked the worst memories of her life. After Selina had sucker-punched her during an argument Boopsie had awakened tied so thoroughly to a low tree branch that she couldnt even turn her head. She had spent terrifying days in total darkness, wondering which of the animals she heard would try to eat her alive or whether someone would come along and immediately return her to the slavery that she had fled. Completely alone and helpless, the slave in her had cried out for the protection of a master, any master.
Now her new master might be another of her former enemies. "Batgirl is dead," she tried to shout, "so is Barbara Gordon. There is only Boopsie left; there is no need to punish Boopsie." But the gag stifled her words into a whimper and the hood muffled her sobs as she stumbled after whichever of her captors held the other end of the leash.
The frightening hood was removed when they stopped and Boopsie saw that their destination had been a slavers establishment. They waited in tense silence. She had no way to ask questions, and her former enemies had taken so much joy in baiting her that she doubted that she would be told the truth if she did ask. The moment a black-clad figure emerged from the doorway all three girls knelt quickly with knees well apart. Even the previously lesbian Ivy was used as a pleasure slave by this dark man.
The cloak and boots were familiar to her, heart-stoppingly familiar. It was Batman. Boopsies gag stifled her gasp of surprise. "Has he come after Barbara for her fathers sake? Its way too late for that now. I have been the pet of a criminal gang and the star attraction in a brothel. Babs is dead forever."
As if reading her concern from the dismay in her face, Her new Master told her. "You are not the object of my hunt, but it is a pleasure to see you again. Did Selina name you Boopsie? It sounds like her sense of humor."
Wondering how much he knew about her time on Gor, she nodded her head.
"Ive been asked to try to stop Catwoman. I need you to tell me what you know about Selinas time on Gor. Remember always that I am Brutus, an assassin who has taken gold to collar the infamous Panther Woman." Batman leaned over her and removed the gag. Raising her eyes to him she saw that Selinas claim had been correct; Bruce Wayne was Gotham Citys Dark Knight.
Boopsie answered with an absolutely accurate synopsis. If a Master needed details, he would specifically ask for them. "We were brought to the House of Arbus in Ar. We were trained there together as a Pony girl team. Even before they finally let us out of the building Selina began planning an escape. She knocked out our trainer one day, and we unchained ourselves. We stole robes of concealment and rented a tarn to take us farther away from Ar. We committed a string of crimes as we made our way northward. One day in the wilderness she tied me to a tree for outlaws or animals to find. That was well over a year ago. I have heard her spoken of among the men who found me and then again in the tavern. My Gorean is still so very poor, Master, that I am not the one to reliably repeat the stories for you. I am sorry that I can be so little help to you."
He looked at Harley. "What do you think?" The insane psychologist responded. "She knows a great deal more than she realizes. We may have to coax the rest out of her. It will be my pleasure to encourage her tongue for you."
"And maybe a girl will spend another night with a whip handle shoved up her cunt and a dildo buckled into her smart mouth to remind Harley that she remains just a slave."
"Do you make a good slave, Barbara?" It took a second for her old name to register. Her thoughts raced. "Had Bruce just changed my slave name or was he planning to free me?" Badly frightened by that possibility, she did the only thing she could think of; she made submission, prostrating herself and kissing his feet.
"Master, I will be your diligent and devoted slave"
"Can you still fight?"
"Oh God," she thought, "he is going to free me. I dont want to be free. I just want a kind and affectionate master who knows how to use me for what I am, a needful slave. What she said was "A Kajira may not fight master. I have no practice in almost two years so my reflexes would be rusty. I have lost most of my former upper body strength. My balance and stamina are still good and my legs are strong from dance practice." A wise slave girl never told her Master anything but the full truth.
"I seek to collar an increasingly bothersome female outlaw. Are you prepared to cooperate fully with my hunt?"
"I slave trained with Catwoman, Batman. Though she mocked me afterwards for my sexual responses and needs, in her heart and body Selina is just as much a slave as I am. Please let me help."
His _expression grew dark with anger. "You will serve me as the slave you are, and call me nothing but Master. You will probably never earn the liberties I allow Harley. Yet even she knows better than to do anything to displease me. I have simply decided that her mind was too valuable to crush under my foot."
"Ivys psyche was not so valuable. I remolded her until her every action, word, and thought is as I direct it to be. She lives entirely to serve me, as will you. Before I am done with you I will teach you just how much your Master I always was."
Brutus dragged his newest barbarian slave girl into the slavers house and down a hallway to a room where a pivoting table awaited and a set of irons was heating in the brazier. He had made his decision. He would keep this Earth slut at least until he and Harley had all the details of her time with Catwoman. The slavers guards quickly buckled his newest slave into helpless immobility and positioned her thigh for the iron.
He was tempted to use the bat-symbol brand that graced Ivys left thigh but in this case it wasnt really practical. Unless he brought his dead friends daughter back to Earth, a unique brand would raise questions he and others did not want answered. Rather than limit his options, he had selected a penalty brand. By her own admission she was a runaway. The important thing from a psychological standpoint was that a mark would be burned into her by his hand.
She screamed as the white-hot tip melted its way into her hip. He held it there for an extra three Ihn as this brand would be smaller and he wanted her to be certain to remember this moment. The branding served another purpose; if her legal owners crossed his path they would be more amendable to selling her without first insisting on hamstringing the girl. He had plans for her special talents and he never liked having his plans interfered with.
The slavers men had Boopsie tied to a whipping post before she had finished crying. Her beating was harsh but brief. Brutus used his full strength because she had addressed a free person by name and to remind her that she was simply a kajira in his eyes. It was a short beating because he was initiating her into his ownership rather than punishing her. Any punishment for threatening his cover story would have to take place in a private setting.
A time to settle his grievances with Barbara Gordon would eventually come. Such settlements were one of the pleasures of owning women who had once offended you. When an agent of the Priest Kings spoke with him about coming to Gor to tame its dangerously notorious Panther Woman; revenge had been one reason he had agreed to come and try to put his own collar on Catwomans throat. This opportunity to also have Batgirl at his feet was a completely unexpected bonus. He would have to give a lot of thought as to how best to treat her.
Despite the pain coming from her thigh, and back and bottom, Boopsie was joyful. Batman had branded her personally. HIS hand was applying the whip to his slave. He was teaching her that his friends daughter was just another Kajira to him. Eventually he would use his new slave girl for his pleasure. She belonged to him. The very thought of use by such a magnificent male made her nipples stiffen and her slave oils flow. Her Master noticed.
"Is my blue-eyed slave a masochist? Her pussy is juicing."
"She is just so happy that you have not chosen to free her, Master. She was afraid that you would do so for the sake of her origin as a free woman. My father is your friend."
If not for the fresh pain that came with the memory of Jim Gordons stroke and eventual death, Bruce would have laughed. "Did she not know that slaves such as she were never freed for any reason?" His gaze fell on the red welts crisscrossing one of the loveliest round bottoms he had ever beheld. His sex had been hard since he had seen her in the tavern. Now his blood was racing through his veins. The act of pushing the hot iron against her naked skin had aroused his manhood to rock-hard and pulsing. His hands grabbed her soft ass cheeks and pulled them apart for his entry.
She cried out in pain and surprise as her master pushed into her back tunnel without foreplay or lubrication. His hand fisted painfully in her hair and wrenched her head around so that he could claim her mouth as well. While unexpected, such treatment was not unprecedented for a paga slut. Though still in shock that Bruce Wayne would treat her so, she gave her hips a sensuous roll to assist the progress of his slow but irresistible thrust into her guts.
He took her mouth in the manner of a master claiming his slave, bruising her lips and capturing her tongue between his teeth. He muttered Squeeze" and she tightened down on his withdrawing member. As he surged back in, she spread her knees apart to embrace the whipping post and rub her loins against it.
It was a furious ride. She bucked and squirmed as she had learned to do, climaxing twice from her contact with the smooth wood against her swollen clit. He filled his hands with her ripe breasts and squeezed possessively on her nipples. All the while, his raging erection reamed her ass as fast as his hips could hammer against the bottom that he had fantasized about fucking since the first time he had seen this girl in her costume.
Not even the chief outlaws use had ever made Boopsie feel so much like a dominated fuck toy as her new Masters was doing. His big sex felt like a rod of steel within her yet the sensation was not so much painful as simply overwhelming. Aside from the rapists kiss he did nothing to arouse or stimulate her yet she wanted to scream to her Master that she loved him. He was her superior in every way that mattered and her deep understanding of that made his sexual domination all the more emotionally gratifying.
"Your girl begs to yield, Master." She had never had a slave orgasm while being sodomized before, but for this man she could do it. She had admired and loved him half her life. Yielding her soul to him would feel natural.
"When I command it you will yield to me, and no sooner." Her dark master ordered, and then he thrust into her fully for the first time. She thought that he would block her throat he seemed to be so deep inside her. He pulled back and when he came back in with all the force of his body she wailed in unexpected pain. His next thrust felt even harder and deeper as he lifted her slightly off her tiptoes and crushed her protruding clitoris against the post. The feelings were sharp and utterly enthralling. She was coming once again and her mind floated with the pleasure as her body bucked and spasmed around his throbbing prick.
"Oh please, Bruce. Im dying. Please let me yield." Her plea provoked the opposite of the result she wanted. He pulled out and stepped away.
"My name from your slaves lips will always be just Master, you stupid little slut. And you will come as I direct or I will return you as the runaway slave that you are." "Break my cover again," he said in English, "and youll go back without a tongue. Pony girls do not need to be able to speak, after all."
Chastened by this defeat, she was completely docile as his knife sliced the leather holding her wrists and ankles to the post. He moved her over to a table and pushed her down by the neck. She sensed his pleasure at the picture she presented for all to see, her cum running out of her pussy and her bottom displayed to him at the apex of her long legs. She felt his hands take hold of her waist as the tall man behind her reinserted himself into her abused back channel. "Bring me off," he ordered and Boopsie went into action.
Her rectum was sore inside and her bottom cheeks were on fire with the contact against her Masters pubic hair but his new slave knew exactly what would please a man. She was then free to move around so she bucked her bottom up and down and wiggled her hips from side to side in perfect rhythm with his thrusts until she felt him go rigid and his sperm begin to spurt into her channel. She couldnt help herself; she had another orgasm at the feel of his seed overflowing down her crack and into her pussy.
She gazed up at him in a happy daze as he rolled her onto her back. "Your lapse is forgiven, girl. You have lived up to my every expectation so far. Let us see now what tricks your trained pussy can do."
As he instructed, she closed herself tightly around the single finger he inserted into her well-lubricated vagina. She was able to hold the rest of her body still as stroked in and out without touching her inflamed clitoris. She yelped when he touched her G-spot and he chuckled at her sensitivity to penetration. One finger became two, then eventually four until at last his wrist slipped inside her welcoming cunt.
"You may yield now, slave." He told her and then clenching his fist he slowly pulled partway out before pushing back in all the way to her womb. Boopsies mind disintegrated as she screamed at the overwhelming combination of pain and pleasure. Her body felt to her as if it was splitting apart in obedience to her Masters command. She gasped out again and again that she was his until coherent speech was completely beyond her powers.
Brutus smiled as his slave rendered up her soul to him in slave orgasm. This was excellent: he would need to waste no time breaking the girl to his mastery. She seemed to be still in love with him and she was fully a slave in heart and mind. She was sexually well trained already so she would be a delight to use as he saw fit. It was a shame that it would not be possible to keep her indefinitely. There was special satisfaction from owning this particular womans body and soul. He hoped it was an excellent preview of the delights awaiting him if he could get to Selina before any of the other bounty hunters.
A short while later Boopsie smiled in satisfaction as she obeyed her Masters curt command to get to her feet. She wore his collar now, proclaiming to one and all that Batman thought of her strictly as his slave girl. That arrangement suited her just fine, she could not imagine trying to relate to such a dominant male as an ally rather than a servant. She saw that Harley and Ivy had watched her use. Their eyes were bright with amusement, arousal, and anticipation. Their presence did not shame Boopsie: Kyles outlaws had never granted her any privacy for any reason.
Brutus snapped one leash to Boopsies collar and another to Harleys. Ivy took Boopsies leash and led the party, explaining that their master liked to watch the motions of his pets hips and legs as they walked where he directed. Brutus held Harleys leash himself as a reminder of the pledges of total obedience he had extracted from her before bringing her to Gor.
"By itself, Harleys word is meaningless; yet she is terrified that HE will brand her again if she steps out of line." Ivy told Boopsie. She has a bat brand on one bottom cheek and a penalty brand on the other. When HE brought us to Gor HE burned the standard kajira mark into the side of her left thigh. She knows HE isnt bluffing. She hates our Master passionately, but she hates this planet even more. There is no chance that she will run away.
"What about you?" Boopsie dared to ask the stunningly beautiful biochemist. Her mind was still reeling from learning that Bruce Wayne was keeping women slave and apparently enjoying doing so. Batman was the right sort of man to master a woman, but she had never dreamed that he might yield to his impulses and strip anyone of all their rights and subject them to slave rape.
"This is where I belong now, with HIM." Ivy replied "I love this world and would stay here if HE would. He is everything to me now."
"It did not start that way," the former criminal continued. "Apparently, Batman had some arrangement with agents of the Priest Kings such that incorrigible female criminals were enslaved on Gor. That was to be my fate; I would have gone directly to the Priest Kings for them to experiment upon but HE decided that HE wanted the privilege of personally teaching me slavery to men."
"I resisted as best I could; I hated everything that was done to me for a very long time. I respected very few men and my admiration for Batman evaporated with my flesh when HE burned his personal brand into my leg. I loathed being pawed and penetrated at HIS whim until one day HE started using a passion goad and a string of beads. The infernal things do something to tickle your female plumbing and sensitize the linings of your orifices. After an hour or so I was begging for HIS touch despite simultaneous feelings of shame and fury. HE took me and I couldnt help but come for HIM.
From that point I started to crumble. My hands were always chained to hold up my breasts as if I was offering them to HIS fingers and lips; which meant that I couldnt relieve my needs as I normally would. Day after day my body and mind were crippled with sexual needs for hours on end. Harley made things worse. She had given our Master her cooperation under the pain of a bullwhip and was helping Him solve crimes. As a reward she was given me as a plaything. By the time they were finished training and over-stimulating my body I was a sex junky. Whereas before I tried only to manipulate men, afterwards I was constantly in need of full use.
"I know the feeling," Boopsie assured her. "What happened next?"
"HE overwhelmed me. I was brought out of the Bat Cave and locked as a prisoner in an abandoned wing of Wayne Manor. I spoke to no one else but HIM for weeks, not even Harley. I was often bound and helpless simply because HE enjoyed it, and ordered to exercise at other times. HE became my whole existence. I dressed and moved and talked only as HE instructed. I read and watched what HE told me to. Above all HE would force beautiful orgasms from me no matter how hard I tried to reject the pleasure. It had become impossible to hate HIM without hating myself.
"How is that possible? I thought your body fluids are toxic."
"My Master took precautions. HIS body was always clothed while mine was naked. He used a condom and HE never ever kissed me no matter how much I pleaded for it. One night, as I lay sated and content from HIS use, My Master told me that HE wanted to be able to kiss me and really touch my skin. HE said that I could be truly beautiful in HIS eyes if only I wasnt toxic to male touch.
The next morning I awakened back in the Bat Cave. I was dressed as Dr Isley again but my ankle was chained to the floor. On the computer screen was a letter from our Master. It said I would never make love to HIM again until I perfected inoculations for my toxins. In the meantime Harley was there to provide extra motivation.
For nine terrible weeks I toiled in that private lab. Whenever I slacked off from the project I fell under Harleys discipline. We were videotaped so she couldnt do anything really awful to me physically but she could say anything she pleased and then switch me if I talked back. Her words chopped further away at my already shredded self-image and her actions introduced me to the darker sides of sexual passion. Each night she tied my hands and inserted the passion goad into one of my channels then sneered at my debilitating needs when morning came. I had no choice but to request her attentions before I could again concentrate on the task my Master had set for me. In the process I became fully bisexual.
When the day finally came that HE pronounced that my work was ready for a test I rushed into My Masters arms and kissed HIM. I kissed Him as Id never tried to kiss a man before. Id spent months thinking about it and then weeks practicing with Harley and yet that kiss was more wonderful than I imagined it could because HE kissed me back. In that moment I was instantly addicted to making love. HE carried me to His bedroom and we spent the night in each others arms. There was no force, no bondage, no sexual teasing, nothing but two naked and beautiful bodies giving maximum physical pleasure to the other. I kept crying because my joy and relief was so great. I enjoyed orgasms dimensions beyond what I had known before. I thrashed and screamed all sort of things I didnt intend to say. Things like I love you, Dont ever let me go and I want to stay with you forever."
"It sounds like you fell in love with our handsome Master."
"When a man gives you cause, Sweet thing, you can walk away from love. I remember and resent everything: Harley; the goads; the restraints; being forced to pleasure; the way that He let Harley twist me inside so that no mans use but His can push me to climax. I have ample cause to want to leave and yet I remain as close to My Master as I possibly can so that I wont miss the least scrap of affection HE throws my way. There isnt enough left of what I was to merely love HIM. What I feel is more akin to awe than romantic love. The only thing that matters in the slightest to me is what I can do to keep HIS approval."
Ivy paused then continued in a puzzled tone of voice. "The oddest thing is that although I obey HIM like a zombie I am more an ordinary woman than I was before my enslavement in many ways."
"Such as?" Boopsie was fascinated and not at all dismayed by this story about her new and wildly exciting Master.
"Well, my vanity is very different than it was before. I dont try to seduce men with my beauty, quite the opposite. Im shy about it even though I want to be as beautiful for My Master as I possibly can. I have mood swings from joyous to fearful that I cant explain by events. I read a lot of womens romances in my spare time and daydream about having normal lovers even though I wouldnt dream of making love to anyone without HIS express permission. I irrationally seem to want things done my way, at least until He tells me what his preference is. Then I look for reasons that could change HIS mind. The strangest change is the way I wonder so much what being a mother would be like, and worry that Ill never get that chance."
Boopsie had heard enough. Batman really had turned his enemys mind inside out. This Ivy was a more likable woman, as well as a completely docile slave girl. "Thanks, Ivy. I get the picture."
"Youll get your chance to show gratitude tonight, little slut."
"Dont call me that. Im taller than you are--heavier too."
"The diminutive isnt about size, Boopsie. It indicates that you retain a childs innocence about life. You were the same way as Babs Gordon. You are taller than me, but not as full-figured. If Our Master gets you back into shape well weigh roughly the same."
"I know that. Your cleavage always made Barbara feel like such an underdeveloped kid."
"You dont have that problem any more, little one. Our Master went into the tavern planning to rent your use and then question you in the privacy alcove. HE ended up offering enough for you to buy the whole tavern. Seeing the way HE looked at you when you danced, Harley and I are resigned to feeling neglected. We thought that wouldnt happen until we caught Selina. I may have been more beautiful than you on Earth, but its you that your Master wants wrapping herself around his manhood now."
Boopsies face lit up with a dazzling smile. Despite her internal discomfort her posture again became that of a slave who knows her worth to free men. As if she could feel Batmans eyes upon her she pointed her toes and exaggerated the sway of her hips. The other men in the street looked at her with approval and desire; her loins dampened in automatic response.
Ivy feel warm inside. She had accomplished Her Masters bidding. His new slave would fall even deeper in love with Batman than before. Boopsie had been told not a single lie, but she was such a naf that she was bound to misconstrue the facts into a pipe dream. When Catwoman had named this little slut, she had shown remarkable character insight.
When they stopped so that he could force his new slave against a building and claim her pussy for the first time, Brutus discovered a new dimension in pleasure. The former Barbara Gordon melted in his arms and screamed her submission to him despite the strain of her position and the callousness of his rough thrusting. Ivy responded properly only to gentleness. She bruised easily and use like this might start to undermine her conditioning. Harley still hated his use; every coupling was an act of rape despite her bodys conditioned responses to male penetration. Every orgasm caused Harley humiliation; that was part of his pleasure in her ownership. This was a third unique satisfaction. He looked forward to adding Selina Kyle to his collection of beautiful and intelligent pets.
The physical pleasure from his blue-eyed sluts use was so great that he screwed her again before they returned to the Bottle and Bangle. That Taking took a long time as his reserve of seed was low. She hung head upside down over a barrel of wine as he stood between her wide spread thighs and worked in and out slowly, alternating between openings to further emphasize his absolute possession of her body. Boopsie proved to be a sexual marvel: responsive, needful, well trained, and totally determined to please him fully. He withdrew from her limp body determined to put her to a final test.
Two Ahn later, Brutuss newest slave girl emerged whimpering from her former place of service. Every muscle from the neck down was sore. Her brand still ached, as did the lines of her Masters whip, lines that had been joined by the stripes from Harleys use of a switch.
Brutus had commanded her public use in the center of the Bottle and Bangle. It required all her skill, but with the switch urging her on, she succeeded in arousing her new Master to yet another erection. She had straddled his hips and given him a ride that went on past the point of exhaustion for her. As her vagina milked his enormous manhood he required her to continually proclaim "You are my Master, I am your slave." for all in the tavern to hear.
He seemed to sense each time when she was ready to come, for he would restrain her motion or change its rhythm again and again. Tears of strain ran down her cheeks and onto her breasts and belly and yet it was emotionally beautiful. His big organ filled her yearning sex perfectly and his gifted hands brought continuous pleasure to her neck and shoulders and breasts. The end came when he rolled her beneath him and summoned forth the most powerful slave orgasm of her life.
It was hard for Boopsie to keep up with her Masters pace as they hurried to return to his lodgings. The passion goad placed within her rectum was working its biofeedback. She was exhausted and internally sore, but she was in heat once more, so much so that she almost missed the sudden tension in her Master and his other girls. Years ago, Batman had started to hone her ability to recognize her sixth sense for danger, on the job experience had done the rest.
At his signal, she knelt immediately. Long unused instincts told her that something was very wrong. Suddenly she was alone in the dark, feeling helpless and abandoned once again. She started to sob her despair at finding a master to love and losing him so quickly.
An Ahn later she was back safely in her Masters arms, happy as she had never been before in her whole life. Batman and his sidekicks had quickly decimated the gang of thugs who had thought to steal from him. The gang leader had been offered a chance for freedom and the famous Boopsie if he could defeat the former Batgirl, but she had completely humiliated the street brawler while her master carefully observed her reflexes and technique.
Bruce Wayne held the softly squirming slave girl from behind her, his hands toying with her rock-hard pierced nipples while his stiff prick was buried deep inside her ass. As he had ordered, she was wiggling and tensing her lower body to bring him off with no motion on his part. It was designed to be a long leisurely fuck that would test her physical endurance to its limits. Every so often he gave her extra encouragement by tugging on the ring through her clitoris.
He was still giving thought to how to deal with his erstwhile ally. She was a wonderful fuck, of course, and it felt absolutely right to have her at his feet calling him Master. Yet she was so joyously happy to be his that no matter what he had demanded of her, so far he had felt no satisfaction from punishing her. She absolutely reveled in being his pleasure slave. Even the steel implements of ownership now affixed in her body hadnt fazed her in the least.
Nor did the passion goad. That tool, which had turned the basically frigid Ivy into his panting pet and sensitized Harleys loins to the point where she was permanently itching internally, was fun to use yet his new slave was already so desperately needy that it served little purpose except physical torture.
He didnt want Batgirl to be in physical agony. Bruce Wayne was no sadist. He wanted deep regret. He wanted her to be sorry for the rest of her life that she had ignored his command to put away the costume before somebody got killed. That somebody had turned out to be his friend and her adoptive father. When Jim Gordon he learned of his beloved Babs fate as a Gorean slave girl he had collapsed. He died that same night from the massive brain hemorrhage.
Anger surged in him; he would take some of her pleasure out of being his slave. He rolled on top of her, raised her to her elbows and knees, and proceeded to assuage his rage by pounding his lust in and out of her clenching back passage. He came powerfully, with an uncontrolled jerking of his hips. His slave gloried in his use, spasming in climax and proclaiming aloud, "I am yours"
"Thats right, slut. You are my nameless property. You continue to breathe only because I do not yet choose to kneel on your back and tighten a leather noose around your neck for the pleasure of observing your death spasms. As my slave you exist solely for my pleasure and at this moment it pleases me that your use belong to my other two pets until I desire your fuck holes once more. Ivy is First Girl; Harley is Second Girl over you. You are to please them thoroughly. It is my will."
Brutus left the room to seek his furs. He knew his new slave would get little sleep that night; Ivy and Harley had been drooling for this opportunity since they had seen her in the Bottle and Bangle. Perhaps in the morning the young redheaded slut would not think it so pleasant to be Batmans slave. Barbara Gordon had apparently been such a natural slave that life on Gor had suppressed all other aspects of her personality. He would need to work on that; Harley would help. There was little fun in having Batgirl under his whip if she didnt remember who she was.
The nameless barbarian kajira knelt between the former criminals. Women had never raised any true desire in her but she well knew how to give and take pleasure with a female. "My, oh my, Sweetums," Harley purred "Doesnt she look just absolutely fuckable? Her asshole and cunt are overflowing with our Masters cum. What should we do with her mouth?"
"Fill it with pussy juice, of course, Harley dear. But tonight its my turn to be called Mistress, especially by this little barbarian slut. Before she starts licking I think that we should provide her with a little incentive, dont you?"
At the first girls command the nameless slave brought her breasts down against the tiles and raised her haunches to display her sex and buttocks to them. She cried out in surprise as something small and round was worked into her anus. One by one, six beads on a string were inserted inside her. Then a fat studded dildo was stuffed into her well lubricated vagina. They finished by sealing a pair of heavy steel balls inside the rubber phallus. When the young redhead was pulled to her feet she gasped at the sensations within her. The beads not only irritated the lining of her rectum, they made her vagina tighter and more sensitive to feel of the dildo inside her.
"Your road to relief is simple, slave girl. We want you to dance for us. I want my pussy licked and Harley plans to chow down on yours. But first you have to show us that you really want that to happen. No words will be permitted you and to make sure that you use only this mens wet dream of a body youll keep this in your mouth. Dont spit it out or Harley gets to switch those pretty round titties of yours."
Their plaything yelped in pain as she received a demonstration blow. She closed her mouth on the soiled cloth and tasted urine, sperm, and female secretions. She decided to try the Capture Dance, in which a woman is first taught to enjoy the touch and use of a Master. It was a simple dance to perform, but the flashes of need and pleasure made her body clumsy. The switch caught her across the ribs. She gasped in pain and then in pleasure as the studs on the dildo shifted within her womens channel.
She had danced when fully aroused many times; this was different. This was like trying to dance with a mans cock throbbing within her wet needful sex. She tried again and again but every motion shifted the beads and the steel balls so that new parts of her vagina and rectum were stimulated. It was simply impossible to hold the rhythm that Ivy was humming when her G-spot was being caressed and so she was struck seven times in all across her full bottom. Her reflexive contractions from the blows moved the beads and she lost control of her bodys motions. To prevent an unauthorized orgasm she spit out the cloth and begged for permission to pleasure her mistress.
Her tormentors chuckled in triumph and a short time later their plaything was sprawled on the floor between Ivys outstretched legs with her tongue as deeply in the First Girls juicing cunt as it would go. The voluptuous ex-criminal came almost instantly, but she clamped her hands on the former Batgirls head so that the service would continue. Meanwhile Harley inserted her little finger in the new slaves rectum.
It wasnt pain that made her buck and writhe, yet it wasnt pleasure either. It was simply sensation and its intensity was impossible to resist. She squirmed and kept squirming despite the way it only made the dildo more effective in stimulating her now pulsing pussy.
The young kajira was desperate for climax by the time she was ordered into Harleys arms. She lay on top, as if the former Boopsie was the man and it was her hard sex instead of her damp pussy that rubbed against the psychologists already excited clitoris. She was almost too exhausted to thrust and slide and so Ivy thought it necessary to encourage motion by twisting the dildo from time to time. After what seemed an eternity, Harley climaxed powerfully.
Drenched in sweat and unable to stop the motions of her lower body the nameless slave lay on the floor weeping, completely consumed by her own need for release and yet unable to break her conditioning and touch herself for fear of the standard penalty (a whipping between her thighs.) The two women knelt above her in fascination and amusement.
"Its okay to come now, little slut. We are going to help you find the relief you have been praying for all this time." Harley assured her. They each pinned one of the nameless slaves arms underneath them and then leaned down to kiss her. Ivys lethal lips took her toys mouth was exquisite gentleness while Harleys suckled skillfully on her hypersensitive nipples. The pleasure held the young auburn-haired girl in its grasp. She bucked her hips off the floor and squeezed down with her pussy walls in a final effort to reach orgasm.
Maybe it was the knowledge that her lovers were women, maybe it was because she thought of them as her enemies, but something prevented her from full release. Her body remained wildly excited by the sensations and so she bucked and writhed in pleasure even as she grew frenzied with frustration. She needed direct contact with her clitoris to push her over the edge into ecstasy and relief.
Ivy pulled back and observed her toys unhappy condition "I guess that famous pussy of yours isnt as talented as we thought. But dont worry; we have just what you really need. We brought it from Earth to help Our Master break in Selina to Bruces chains, but you will do nicely as a test subject. Stay on your back and do your best to make Harley very happy. I will be right back."
Incapable of even thoughts of resistance, she allowed the blonde slave to straddle her face. "Drink up, Batgirl. This is the only supper you get tonight." She wanted to insist that she wasnt Batgirl but her words were stifled by the press of Harleys furred loins against her mouth. She began to lick and thrust with her tongue. She heard footsteps as a woman entered the room but could see nothing.
She felt her legs pushed up against Harleys back and then groaned in sudden pain as the studded dildo was wrenched cruelly from her body with a twisting motion. Then something else began to take its place. It was smooth, but very large. It felt like a small fist as it shoved past her outer pussy lips. It kept coming in and in until it was prodding the entrance to her womb. The feel of a womans softness against the back of her thighs and Ivys satisfied laugh told the nameless slave that she was being raped with a strap-on dildo.
"Your Mistress commands you to squirm for her. I want to see how you give men such memorable rides." When her victim did not immediately begin to move Ivy pulled on the string of beads. Her former enemy bucked wildly and the first girl pulled part of the leather plunger out and then shoved back in again as hard as she could. The nameless slave writhed and bucked in both pain and overwhelming pleasure; at last she was receiving what she craved.
Ivys slave rape was every bit as humiliating to the new slave as her initiation in the House of Arbus. The slave girl who had once been Barbara Gordon could not make herself hold still against the sensations emanating from her passages. She came but that brought no relief as Ivy would simply pull another bead out of younger slaves inflamed rectum and that would set her body to squirming once again in need. The fat long phallus stimulated every part of her vagina and sawed against her clit with every stroke bringing irresistible pleasure. In all, Ivy forced four separate orgasms from the nameless slave, who was weeping and begging them to stop all the while.
As the sun rose Brutus found his new slave hanging by her bound wrists from the high ring of the whipping post. Harley had striped the ex-Batgirl from her shoulders to her knees on both sides. Here and there the switch had cut the skin. That would mar her beauty somewhat, but he could heal her quickly with the application of the right salve. He took in her glorious fall of auburn hair and remembered a young crime-fighter too vain or too stupid to initially conceal those locks. In that instant he made his decision about her fate.
The young slave girl awakened with a blaze of pain from her wrists. She had drifted into exhausted sleep and stopped supporting herself on her toes to relieve her tortured arms. She felt hands on her body, a strong mans hands and she was turned to face away from the post. Her Master stood before her, terrible and beautiful in his naked masculine power. His stern face was unmarked but old and new scars crisscrossed his body. He was tall and broad shouldered and in his presence she felt very much smaller and weaker and very much a female at the mercy of a dominant male.
His eyes told her of his desire and so she knew what he intended to do with his early morning erection. Just that thought was all it took for her slave oils to begin to flow once more. She was spread and lifted and impaled up against the post in a matter of seconds. This was what she loved: being swept away in the arms of men who accepted nothing less than her complete sexual submission. He came to climax quickly, but his loving slave was right behind him.
The party of four traveled south from the City of Laura by tarn. The new girl, her head shaved except for a Mohawk stripe 4 inches wide, was tied into a living ball and traveled whimpering inside a sack. She cried with her fear of darkness until at last she slept in exhaustion. She was not to know that her master treated his other two pets the same way. They were kajiri. Their concerns were unimportant. Only their usefulness mattered to Brutus.
By the end of her second day of his ownership Brutuss young blue-eyed barbarian was in total emotional turmoil. She had given her Master and his pets all they had demanded though it was far more than she thought she had to give. She did not know what to think. The master that she loved gave her to sadistic women who harbored grudges against the free women she had been on Earth. "Didnt they know that that foolish girl was gone forever? Barbaras body was only a shell, now it houses a needful slave who longs only to see her Master smile at her."
She had been so filled with joy she thought she would explode with it when her Master kissed her deeply while his powerful body possessed hers. Their lovemaking went on and on that second night; Batman had the stamina she needed from a master. Twice she had begged for permission to yield to him fully, as the slave she was. The second time permission was granted and her slave orgasm dissolved all her sense of reality for an astonishingly long time. As she wept tears of joy afterwards, he told her that she had been proclaiming herself his love slave forever.
Then immediately he had turned harshly demanding again. He withdrew from her slick pussy and drove himself deep into her throat with a single determined thrust. "Show me your skill, little slut. I want to get full value from my new property." As she had been taught in slave training, as she had done for countless men, she used her lips and tongue and throat muscles to give him the most pleasure that she could. He stroked her remaining hair afterwards, and told her that someday he would have Harley and Ivy trained as she was and then stage a contest among them.
She thought again of the horror of the night past and shuddered. She had never been the least excited by any women and yet their toys and techniques had rendered her mindless in desperation for orgasm. "What is to become of me?" she wondered in a slave girls characteristic mixture of hope and terror.
Bruce Wayne was enjoying himself thoroughly on Gor. It was a place where he was free to treat his pet sluts as the slaves they were. Brutus of the Assassins openly displayed the Batman aspects of his personality and no one looked at him askance. He was feared, yet also respected. By some he was even admired. Bruce had always been just such a dangerous man as Brutus was. On Gor he could openly keep three nearly as dangerous women at his feet. He pushed each of them to their limits during physical training and then pushed them beyond that in the furs. It would take time, but by the time he cornered Gors Panther Women his new kajira would be ready to play her part.
She wasnt aware of it but he personally directed her physical workouts in order to be sure that his cuddly slut did nothing to change the shape of her bottom cheeks. At his direction she ate more than she wanted to so that her arms and breasts retained their feminine lines even as she worked furiously to build upper body strength. Her lower torso he worked absolutely mercilessly to keep her belly flat and her waist as small as possible. Few Gorean men would find such a body shape to their taste but he cared not at all about that. It was a masters privilege to sculpt his slaves body as he saw fit. Here on Gor he fully exercised that power over each of his beautiful pets.
"No, they are not pets." He reminded himself. "On this world they are fully slaves and I have ownership papers to match their brands. I dont have to hide them or be ashamed that I hold the power of life or death over them." He decided to give his newest kajira a treat tomorrow. His three slave girls would serve in the streets as coin girls. It wouldnt bother a former paga slut but the experience would be ego-shattering to Harley--far better than a session with the whip. It would be good for Ivy in a different way. It might start to counter Harleys maliciously implanted suggestion that only Bruce Wayne could bring her to climax.
One day in the city of Thentis Brutus brought his cuddly little slut to a very special physician. Although she was actually the biggest of his three kajiri, her body was so helplessly needful at his slightest caress that he constantly thought of her as his little slut. His other pets continued to serve him sexually as well, but when he began their use they always quivered like prey animals caught in the grasp of a predator, which from a certain point of view was exactly the true situation. Batman, like Brutus, was a hunter of human prey. Today one of his prey would receive a new name, and something else that would remind her forever that he had been her master.
She drank the drug which would paralyze her muscles without affecting the sensitivity of her nerves. There was such a drug on Earth, but there were few slaves to whom it could be given. It was a strange sensation; she gradually became a prisoner within her own body. Her breathing remained under her control but not much else. She could not even turn her eyes away from the lamp, let alone close them. The physician observed that her pupils dilated as expected. The venom extract was working properly.
She understood little else of what was said among the free men in the room. Among themselves her Masters household spoke English. She was learning the planets common language at a furious rate but she simply could not follow a technical discussion about dyes and skin pigmentation.
She felt, rather than saw, one of the men painting lines upon her lower arms and legs. He used a thin brush that tickled slightly. Again and again Brutus shook his head and the man started over. They did the same thing on her chest and the top of her breasts. At last her Master smiled in satisfaction. A full Ahn had passed.
She felt the prick of a needle in her elbow vein and then another in her jugular. Within seconds her skin seemed to be on fire. She wanted to scream but succeeded in producing only a wheezing sound. Her vocal chords had frozen from the immobilizing drug. She heard the physician speaking.
"As you can see by your slaves reaction this part of the agent takes effect remarkably fast. Her skin is now ready to absorb the pigments you specified."
Together with the man who had wielded the thin brush, her black-cowled master and the Physician began to paint her naked body with gold and charcoal grey brushes. At one point she was rolled over and they worked on more of her body including the sides of her head. "What are they doing to me?" she worried in her enforced silence. Her desperate entreaty "What is happening to me?" came out as unintelligible noise
Her worry grew to terror as a long greased tube was worked skillfully into her anus and pushed on through her rectum into her colon. "We hope to develop a gaseous form of this compound some day. It will be easier to administer and assimilate more rapidly. Even injected into all possible orifices the process takes several hours to finalize. Are you certain that you want to do this? Her face and body are quite lovely as they are." The slave on the table understood the last part of what was said; she glowed at the compliment "Will my master agree with the physician?"
Brutus answered. "True, but as a free woman she was the daughter of a dear friend of mine. Word of her enslavement killed him" She wanted to cry at the news but the paralyzing drug denied her even tears. "I found her serving as a paga girl; she can never be anything but a slave ever again. This will lay the memory of my friend and his daughter to rest. When you are done with her, not even I will see the free women she was."
"My God, they are talking about disfiguring me! I cant stop them. I cant protest. I cant plead for mercy or even ask why he wants this done to me." Those were the girls thoughts as they forced load after load of gooey mush into her intestines, vagina, and esophagus. The feel of the tube in her throat was exceedingly uncomfortable as her gag reflex had not been suppressed.
It was a mild form of torture, something some slave somewhere is subjected to every day on Gor. As those other slaves had done, Batgirl learned that she was simply property. She tried to summon hatred for her Master; but that thought opened up the Abyss. It was unthinkable not to love Him. She had no other reason to keep breathing.
"You are a slave, Barbara" Bruce whispered to her in English. "When you were free you defied me and stole my persona and eventually your choices killed your adopted father. Even slavery under my whip does not atone for those sins of pride, deceit, and selfish recklessness. This, I believe, chastises you properly.
You are now Batgirl, slave. Batgirl is the slave of Brutus of the Assassins and he will treat you as the kajira you were when he found you. Had you been content with the life of Barbara Gordon you might have become a wife and mother and probably a police officer as well. In a few hours time no one, not even you, will ever see Barbara again; they will see only the slave Batgirl. Im giving you a costume that that you, a slave, cannot take off.
"I see that displeases you. Well, thats just too bad. A slaves will counts for nothing. Robin wanted to love you; his urge was to pull off your cowl and kiss you. I just wanted to teach you your proper place in life by bending you over a parapet and fucking your luscious round ass. You have been placed where you belong now, Batgirl; and whenever you look at yourself youll be reminded of how you became a slave. That is Batmans payback for the way an ignorant eighteen year-old girl chose to blackmail him in her dorm room."
"Show her the design, Velanius" Batman ordered and mirror was held over the table. She wanted to cringe in horror and shame. Her torso was almost black save for her nipples, a yellow stripe at the narrowest point of her waist, and the gold bat symbol on her upper breasts and chest. Her upper arms and legs were still skin tone but golden yellow representations of her boots and gloves had been dyed on her lower arms and legs. Her nipples and the three brands were outlined in the yellow to emphasize that the exotically colored girl was a Kajira.
"I have made an adjustment in your design. You have no tights and Ive cut your leotard so high on your hips that the moons of your butt are still lily white.(fn) I always thought it was a shame that I couldnt see them or how smooth your long legs were when you were in that skintight costume. The only thing left to attend to is your face and hair. You wore several different cowls so Im free to choose among them. In honor of those auburn locks that gave you away to me we will leave a stripe for a pony tail. The physician will permanently remove the rest except for that lovely bush between your legs. You are, after all, simply an oddly colored naked slave."
As the men worked on her face and neck she wanted to thrash about and weep for her lost beauty, but movement and sobs and tears were denied to her by the drug given to her at her Masters will. She had just learned that Bruce Wayne was as ruthless as Brutus of the Assassins. She had heard Poison Ivys tale of how he methodically ground her original personality into dust and used dire physical tortures to keep Harley Quinn at his beck and call. She simply had not believed that she, who loved him to her core, could be the target of his implacable wrath.
"Oh please God, let me still be pretty. What would I do if men no longer find me desirable" The slave named Batgirl knew that her heart would break if Her Master used her only as a tool in HIS hunt for the Panther Woman. Her emotions were completely at HIS control: HIS smile warmed her; HIS frown depressed her, and HIS kisses sent her spiraling toward heaven. She gave HIM her very soul each time she was used for HIS pleasure. The thought that all lovemaking would end was like standing on a windswept ledge waiting to tire and fall to the rocks below
Footnote: In A Cat and Fiddle: A Cat and a Bat on Gor all of Barbara Gordon below the neck is painted either Black or Yellow. I have seen a drawing of Batgirl in yellow leggings. That gave me the idea for the exotic dancer version of Batgirls costume, which is used here.
She had once thought that Bruce Wayne was rather dull compared to Batman. Now she thought Brutus was even more exciting than either had been. He was always demanding, never patient with anything less than 100 per cent effort from himself or any of his slave girls. He used all of them fiercely for his sexual pleasure and that domination of her body and emotions only made him a better Master for her.
Up to now, his lack of tenderness only made her feel more fully possessed by Himmore His slave girlmore HIS. One day Selina would wear Brutuss collar, but there was no jealousy in a slave girl such as Batgirl had
become. She existed to love and serve. So long as she was not deprived of all opportunity to do that she could be content just to be by Her Masters side. Now she felt herself a freak, something that would have to be kept in a cage or put on display for the curious. Life on Earth would be a living hell. "Was Batman that cruel? Did Bruce hate her that much?" Batgirl was in complete misery.
By the next day, Batman was well pleased with the cosmetic artistry. The dye was permanently bonded to the three layers of Batgirls skin; the colors might fade somewhat after a few decades but the pattern would be discernable for centuries if she lived that long. She was still beautiful in face and in form; the dye hid nothing from a masters eye. His slaves emotions remained completely naked to him and her body still proclaimed "please fuck me" by its postures and movements.
Barbara had been classically pretty with hips just a little too wide to be a models. Boopsie had been softly lovely of face and completely sensuous of body. His new slave Batgirl was an exotic treat for the senses. When he had found Babs and first fucked her there had been a small conflict of conscience. He had had to justify himself with reminders that as Boopsie she was completely ruined for freedom. Now he was free to treat Batgirl as fair game. He realized that he should have lured the sexy bitch to the Bat Cave years ago, sliced open her costume, and screwed her until she acknowledged that her reluctant tutor was in fact her Master.
"There is probably time to mold this slave into what I want." He thought. "Harley already helps me rebuild her self-confidence as a super-heroine; together we can rekindle her school girl crush on Batman. Meanwhile Brutus will amply demonstrate that his desire for his kajira is enhanced rather than diminished by her new complexion. I will kiss those hungry lips at every opportunity. Above all, I will continue plunging my raging erections into her dripping pussy and pumping until her slaves yieldings proclaim my mastery of her. What could be more physically and emotionally satisfying than fucking Barbara, Boopsie and Batgirl all at the same time? My ex-paga slut is made for sexual submission. Its a pleasure to own a woman who was born for the collar."
He had one final plan for Batgirl, but that depended on his catching Catwoman and taming her. Hopefully, there would come a day when all his pets knelt in the room while his hard staff probed Selinas receptive pussy. Then he would tell his exotically painted slut that she would be sold at a public auction, and that Catwoman would go to Earth to replace her as a crime-fighter. At those words, Barbaras fragile psyche would crumble yet again and Batmans vengeance would truly be complete.
Brutus had been seeking out stories of the Panther Woman in each city and town as they back-tracked the route that Selina and Barbara had taken as runaways. In Ar the assassin arranged a meeting with Arbus and Rollo. He had received word that they were still hoping to reclaim their lost property. At his order, Batgirl was present at the meeting.
Also present were Arbus new favorite kajira and her equally beautiful twin daughters, the same women whom Selina and Barbara had enslaved at the start of their outlaw careers. The three slaves were mute pony girls now, but their bodies reacted to Batmans scrutiny with the immediate sexual arousal of pleasure slaves. Before they departed, Batgirl was ordered to relieve that need with her trained tongue. Arbus stated that the women were not for sale at any price. As a further memento of his time with Selina, her goodbye note on the mothers breast had been preserved as a tattoo.
The slavers wondered why the black-caped man hunter did not seek his clues in Lydius, when the Panther women had recently had a narrow escape from capture by Drussus the Bounty hunter. Batman replied that he would get only a single chance, and he expected his quarry to come south. "If I am lucky and armed with the right information I just might be ready for her."
That was when Batgirl learned why she was present. Rollo wanted a place in the hunt; it was a matter of honor for him. Brutus offered him one provided that he could best Batgirl in a challenge once again.
This time she was not weak from hunger or out of balance in the weaker gravity. Her sparring partner for the past weeks had been a warrior of great experience and exceptional skills. Each day he was retraining her to fight to kill if necessary. In this instance, his requirements were mercy and speed. She swiftly took one man down with a flying crescent kick to the head and slammed her fist into the solar plexus of the other. Female slaves seldom fight, not even to resist their theft, but whatever Her Master wanted Batgirl would give him.
After the challenge was met, Brutus and the slavers talked for a long time about Selinas time under their ownership. Before they parted he also officially purchased both of the runaway barbarian slaves for a surprisingly low price.
When Batman told Harley about the relationship between Selina and her first and only master, the criminal psychologist thought it likely that sooner or later the outlaw would conduct some business with the House of Arbus.
Batmans instincts agreed with Harleys theory. His party remained in Ar to await developments. As there was no way to know how long the wait would have to be, he decided to complete Batgirls training as a pleasure slave and give Ivy and Harley a dose of Gorean slave instruction at the same time. With a mouth like Harleys, it was a shame she had not fully mastered the art of cock sucking. When he told them his plans, Batgirl was delighted. Harley was sullen, and Ivy received a gentle kiss from her Master.
"It will be all right, lovely one. The slavers will take the right precautions and I will supply them with some of the serum we brought with us. When you finish the course you will be a marvel of sensual delights for me or for any man I share my treasure with. Men will love you for who you are now, not for the monster you once were."
"Oh thank you, Master. I will always be grateful that you saw that I could be beautiful inside and exerted yourself to bring out my true womans self."
"You are welcome, slave girl. Ivy remains a delight to her master with her gentle love. Now I must give my attention to Batgirl. Turning away from Ivy he said. "A slave is given permission to speak."
Batgirl spoke hesitantly. "Master, men of Gor will not recognize the significance of the colors of my skin. Nor have they ever seen a leotard or a set of tights. The contrast between the paleness of my ass cheeks and the darker cleft does not suggest naked flesh to them because kajiri are not permitted underwear. "
"So, what is your point?"
"Your girl beseeches you to have her arms and legs died to match the rest of her body. She wants to look more like Batgirl did and less like streetwalker or exotic dancer. After all, her skin is really naked anyway."
"Your request is denied. Batgirl is already more a slut than the lowest of prostitutes on Earth. She goes to class to learn to more skillfully dance for the pleasure of men so the design is entirely appropriate. Besides that, her streetwalker outfit gives her current master great pleasure. It will not be removed, at least not until you graduate. That will be your incentive to do your very best."
Brutuss gold and black and flesh tone slave girl showed her gratitude to him that night with unrivaled sexual delights. When morning came he had begun to regret what he had to do. There is no service like that which comes from a kajira in love with her Master.
None of Brutuss party saw Selina attack and bind a wealthy woman who earlier that day had paid the Panther Woman to kidnap and enslave her sister. But two of Brutuss disguised slaves did see a tall woman in robes of concealment bring a shackled and gagged Lady Peada to the House of Arbus, emerging twenty Ehn later with a branded slave and ownership papers. Harley followed cautiously. Ivy went to summon Her Master.
An Ahn later, Batgirl and the rest of Brutus party had formed a surveillance box around their suspect. From her position where she was disguised as a man of the Peasants, Batgirl could not see where the darkly-clad woman was hiding but she could see the kneeling slave shivering naked in the rain. Some sort of exchange was planned; perhaps even a genuine one. The Panther Women not only took and sold captives; she was notorious for enslaving those who came to buy from her. That was one reason that the powers on Gor considered her to be a dangerous revolutionary.
A well-to-do man of the Caste of Builders walked up, towing a very similar slave by a leash. Based upon his conversation with the girl on the ground, Batgirl surmised that the Panther woman had offered him a way to have both sisters under his power and in the process gain control of Lady Peadas fortune. All he needed now was this new slaves ownership papers.
Selinas voice from the shadows gave him his final instructions. The conniving bastard dropped a money purse on the ground and dragged his new possessions by their leashes toward the Golden Tarn Tavern. Despite the wind and rain Batgirl could hear him whistling cheerfully. She watched the money for several minutes then silently worked her way closer. She caught a flash of black dart down the street to where Batman and Ivy would be waiting. The trap was closing.
Despite the risky conditions, Catwoman threw her grapple skyward and tried to evade her pursuers on the rooftops. Batgirl mused "She doesnt yet know the nature of her hunters this night." as she used her own crude tools to try to keep their quarry surrounded.
Selinas head start got her above Harley. The hunt had become a pursuit up the walls of the citys cylinders past the tarn wire and onto the perches and loading platforms for the giant bird-like predators of Gor. Batgirl shed her disguise and pursued relentlessly, determined to fulfill Her Masters will.
Blocked above and below, Selina attempted a very dangerous leap and nearly slid off the perch on which she tried to land. Her arms fought desperately for enough grip to pull her hips back onto solid ground. It was a very long distance to jump, both out and down, yet Batgirl had seen it done. She fearlessly cast herself into space.
Her legs were just as strong as the Panther Womans, but not as long. Perhaps Batgirls footing had been less sure. She saw in an instant that she would not make it and knew that there was nothing below her to brake a fall she could not possibly survive. Batgirl looked desperately to her old adversary for help.
Selinas arm was there. Even on Gor, Catwoman killed only by complete accident. Praying that Selina was adequately anchored, Batgirl grabbed on and yanked with all her might to back-flip herself onto the perch. Selina cried out in pain.
Catwoman rolled to face her but did not try to rise. In the illumination of the lightning her face showed the strain of pain and exhaustion. Batgirl stood over her proudly. She wore only a collar but was so filled with exhilaration at the brush with death and the successful capture that she didnt feel the cold rain on her body.
"Barbara, youre a slave girl." Selina was disbelieving.
Pleased that her foe had yet again proved fallible, Batgirl taunted the defeated outlaw. "Of course, you fool. In the condition you left me, did you expect anything different?"
"I would expect you to be at the feet of your master, doing what slave girls so best." Selina responded bitterly.
Slavery on Gor is legally enforced obedience and service to the slave owner. Despite her own experiences, Batgirl had come to learn that only a fraction of most slave girls time has anything directly to do with sex. Naturally, every kajira who has experienced slave orgasm is eager for another sometime in her future, but for the most part what the majority of slave girls do is the sort of thing the servant class did for the aristocrats on Earth for centuries. "This slave girl serves her Master as her Master sees fit. This day it is gathering up a stray cat."
They continued to speak but did not fight. Selina threatened to make it a fight to the death. The platform was too small and slick for any safety and a fall for one or both would surely be fatal. Batgirl wisely endured the Catwomans taunts as she waited for help to arrive. Selina was injured and growing weaker. There could be no doubt about the outcome.
As Harely and Ivy approached Catwoman spoke briefly with her former cohorts in crime, then turned to look at the face of the dark man who had descended from above. The rain concealed her tears as she whispered "Goodbye Bruce" and used the last of her strength to shove herself backwards.
Horrified, Batgirl lunged but she was too far way to grab her former enemy. Batman managed to grab an arm as Selina went over the edge. The platform was slick with the driving rain; he slid after his quarry until his slave girls hands grabbed the remains of his utility belt. Locking her legs on the post supporting one of the perches Batgirl screamed for Ivy and Harley to hurry to her assistance.
Despite the weight of two bodies Batgirl hung onto Her Beloved Master with grim determination. She heard Batmans cry of fear and surprise, then the sound of cloth tearing and Batmans curse. Then he cried out in triumph and Selina wailed in protest. Batgirl heard Her Master tell Catwoman that she should just be glad her hair was so long and thick.
The capture was complete. Gors Panther Woman hung helpless by her hair in the hands of the man who owned the runaway slave girl. "She will wear My Masters collar." Batgirl thought to herself. "It might have made a better story if she had died on the stones below." Brutuss three loyal slaves managed to pull their master back to more solid ground. By that time, Selina had again lost consciousness.
"I will see to her injury. You three are to return to our lodgings and wait for me. Tell no one what has happened." His girls each climbed the knotted rope he had used to descend, leaving Batman alone with Selina. Quickly he secured her wrists and ankles together and pulled her hands over his head. As had been the case on Earth several times, her ripe breasts were now against his chest. Giving in to temptation, he filled his hands with her lush bottom and touched his lips to hers. She did not stir, and even the feel of her beautiful captive body against his brought no reaction from him either. It gave him something else to ponder.
It is no easy task to climb a rope during a thunderstorm. A normal man could not have made that climb burdened by a womens additional weight even under good conditions. But Batman had not been an ordinary man for a long time. He was much older now than when he started. With the passage of time he had grown more cynical and less idealistic about the causes for which he fought. "Selina, my love, whatever am I going to do about you?" he muttered as he worked his way hand over hand to the high cylinder anchoring the tarn wire to which hed attacked his grapple.
Bruce Wayne thought about of his own feelings all the way to the physicians house, which he had selected for its discretion. His intention had always been to stop the Panther Woman, not expose her as the runaway slave who had stolen the Home Stone of Lydius. That citys High Council wanted her impaled. At least half a dozen expert slave trackers were out to claim the bounty being offered. Bruce/Brutus had succeeded where they had failed. His quarry lay helpless in his arms and all he had to do was collar her and proceed discretely to the Voltai Mountains where transport for a return to Earth had been arranged. Yet he was not feeling satisfied.
Selina had seen who had caught her and then had tried to kill herself. On Gor they called it the Slaves Choice. A person who was not truly a slave in their heart was supposed to be free to opt for death instead of continued right-less service. Arbus had confirmed that Selina had a great potential for passion but he thought that she was not a natural slave. Unlike his slave Batgirl, the woman in Bruces arms did not associate her sexual domination with complete submission to her owners will. The woman he most wanted in his bed and at his side had chosen death over his ownership.
With his ward/partner grown up and moved on and his loving family retainer dead, Bruce Wayne had been living an essentially solitary life. As the star-traveling race of carnivorous Kurii battled with the Priest Kings of Gor for dominance in the Solar system Batman spent more and more of his time fighting against Kurii spies and agents provocateur. It was not hard to notice that when he turned one of them over to agents of the Priest Kings they never caused trouble again. In exchange for his assistance they agreed to remove some of Gothams incorrigible female criminals from Earth and transport them to Gor.
It seemed a good idea and he had been about to ship Harley Quinn off-planet when he had wondered whether or not he could break her to his will. The stories of Gor implied that there was a lot of work involved, but that the end results were highly satisfying. Supposedly fictional stories by Earths authors implied that molding a woman into an obedient slave was a whole lot of fun. Nobody had any idea that Harley Quinn was his captive in the Bat Cave. And thus began his great experiment. While it was in progress Poison Ivy also became his prisoner.
If at any point either of his two pets had asked him for death, he would have relented. He wanted them under his thumb and content to be there. It took a very long time to accomplish that, so long that he ended up consulting with a Gorean friend for advice. The friend reassured Bruce; his problem was that the women remained on Earth and still associated themselves with a society without slavery. As they recognized that their captivity was permanent they would see that slavery to him was inevitable, even desirable.
He had succeeded in the end in creating two valuable slaves: a forensic pathologist and a criminal psychologist, each under his complete control. They were beautiful to look at and touch. Each had been fully conditioned to satisfy his sexual needs as they arose: Ivy because she worshiped her master, Harley because she was perpetually horny and didnt dare defy a direct order.
Harley had to be bullwhipped at one point; she was such a masochist that the normal slave whip would make her too aroused to fear the pain. Then hed given her first penalty brand and her behavior had undergone a sea change. Her mouth was still disrespectful at times, but her body and mind were completely at his service from that point on. Her primary weakness as a slave had been that she simply wasnt all that sexually entertaining. Dr. Harlene Quinzel had a lurid sexual imagination but until coming to Gor she lacked practical experience with other men. Her sexual techniques had shown light years of improvement since he had enrolled her in pleasure slave basic training.
He had hoped that Selina would serve him as no other because she loved and feared him. As Bruce Wayne he could have become Selina Kyles lover at several points in his life had not circumstances intervened each time. The mutual desire had certainly been there. As Batman he had longed to crush Catwoman in his arms and make her deliver on the promise of her scorching kisses. She had resisted because he represented the forces of the Law. As his slave girl, he would give her no choice so that the fires of desire would consume them both, hopefully for the rest of their lives.
He had discovered on that tarn platform that he truly loved Selina Kyle. Her near fall had filled him with complete terror. His reaction to her lush but limp body told him that he could not be satisfied with her if he had to break her spirit as he had done to Pamela Isley. Her choice of death over his collar meant that if he claimed her, she would give him no other option but to do that or let her die. He could not do either to his love, not on Earth, not on Gor, not ever.
He returned to his lodgings without his prize. He would return to Earth, but first he must make proper disposition of his slave girls. Harley demanded to know why he had let Catwoman go and received a whipping on the inside of her thighs. She walked bow-legged for several days. Batgirl thought at first that she would be taken to Earth where she would be a caged freak but he assured her that she would stay on Gor. Then she broke into tears at the thought of leaving the Master she had always loved. He had to remind her that he never had loved her and never would.
There is a high stage in the central plaza of the city once known as Glorious Ar. While the very finest slaves are held back until the Festival of Love, the commissions for the weekly sales are high enough that only top quality slaves are offered for sale in the Plazas auctions. Exotic, or otherwise unusual, slaves were not uncommon on this platform. Even so, Batgirl stood out, not only for her unique coloring but also for her sexual responsiveness and sensuality of form and movement.
Brutus noted the dark hair of tall woman making bids on his former slave, and moved close enough to listen to her voice. Though he was behind her, Catwoman spoke words of recognition to him. As Batgirl put on a show designed to drive up her price, Bruce and Selina spoke earnestly about the future of the Panther Women. In the long run it was grim.
Selina wanted to know how he could be so cruel as to abandon her to eventual death or slavery at the hands of a total stranger. He told her the truth: he burned to have the woman he loved in his collar, but would not kill her soul to have her body at his feet. She told him the truth: only her fantasy that she was in his hands had enabled her to endure unbroken in spirit during her time in the power of Gorean slavers. Having learned that he was the sort of man who kept slave girls, she had come to the auction in hopes that he might take her for his own slave.
As they talked she had been shedding garments. She removed the last two and knelt naked before him. Of her own free will the Catwoman spoke formal words of submission. "I, Selina Kyle, formerly of the Planet Earth, submit myself to Bruce Wayne, as a slave, completely, to do with as he wishes." When she rose again there was a collar around her throat. Her slave name was Buffy.
EPILOG
Batgirl was purchased for 235 gold tarn pieces. Her new Master worked for the Priest Kings and had access to a serum that could temporarily restore her original complexion. When he visited Earth on missions he took along his slave girl Scully and sometimes shared her with friends who had also fantasized about fucking the redheaded super-heroine Batgirl. He never told them who she really was.
Batman returned to Gotham with a new partner, a fantastically sensuous raven-haired Batgirl. Selina Kyle moved into Wayne Manor where she waited naked at Bruce Waynes beck and call, emerging only at his side for certain social events. Buffy bore her master beautiful children yet Bruce Wayne brushed off questions about marriage. He did not need to hear her pledge to love, honor, and obey him. Batman has already claimed his love slave on Gor; he never wants to let her go.
THE END
For more tales of DCs heroines finding the Fate Worse than Death on Gor, try the Wonder Woman on Gor Trilogy: Diana and the Ubar, Princess and Mercenary and Birds of a Feather, a collaboration by Wardall Clark and Theodoric of York