Message-ID: <17535eli$9811250436@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17535.txt> From: Bob Cashman <bobcashman@hotmail.com> Subject: Batgirl 25-Years Later Part 2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: bobcashman@hotmail.com X-Auth-User: 001923394/8786ef9cf34786b3 X-Post-Time: 25 Nov 1998 01:36:33 GMT Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <365B5F5D.3185@hotmail.com> "Please...please breathe...please dear God...breathe..." she prayed, as she tried for a fifth and sixth time to breathe life into her husband. Suddenly he sputtered, then gasped and coughed, as he started to breathe. "Honey...get up...I...I can't carry you out of here. Don't have the strength..." said Barbara, as she rose to her feet and tried to help her husband up. She was watching her husband so intently she hadn't noticed Garth approach on the steps. As she struggled to help her husband, who was still having difficulty breathing, back to his feet, she was thrown against the outer wall of the enclosure with so much force from behind that it knocked the wind out of her. WHAM!! as she crumpled against the wall and fell to her knees. "You think you can get rid of me that easily, Batbitch?" Garth screamed. "Take this," as he began banging her head against the wall almost at will. Barbara's hands tried to grasp Garth as he pummeled her, reaching vainly for something to grab, until he finally stopped, and she fell face down onto the platform. She could hear her husband moaning next to her as she turned her head to see his body next to hers. She could feel the life draining out of her. She had failed her family as she began to choke on the acrid smoke. Then she saw Garth bend down, and begin to choke her husband, still in shock from his ordeal. "NO!" she cried, as she summoned the last ounces of strength she had, and brought up a foot in a quick move, causing Garths legs to fall out from under him. He tumbled two or three stairs down. Barbara got to her feet to meet her attacker. "Come on Garth. It's me you want. Not my family. It's about me, Batgirl. Well come on, forgot about him," she challenged, motioning to her husband, "and come get me," she said, putting her arms on her hips in the familiar Batgirl pose of years past, her torn shirt revealing an exposed breast that was heaving up and down. "Honey, get Crissa and get out of here. Don't wait for me. I've got to fight this guy or we'll all die. Your job is to protect Crissa now, honey. Go!!!" she gasped and pleaded to her husband. Her husband slowly made his way to the bottom of the stairs, coughing violently from the smoke as Garth, who had moved to the bottom lest her husband try anything snarled at him as he walked past him. "Ugh...ughh...." Barbara could barely breathe as Garth bounded up the stairs. She knew he would try and pummel her quickly with his strength, which she hoped to use against him, judo style, but the smoke was getting to her, and she knew she had only moments to live, unless she got out of the basement hellfire she was trapped in. Garth feined a punch as Barbara ducked and tried to push him into the open door and into the quicksand. He had anticipated her move and grabbed her by the pant loops brining her to him in a kiss. "My pretty. Do we die together, or do you die alone?" he laughed, as he released her from his kiss with a vicious knee to the groin. She blocked the groin kick, but Barbara was so spent she barely had the energy now to stand. Garth struck her with a fist to her stomach and she doubled over. As she tried struggled to catch her breath, he kicked her in the ribs and she doubled over, her body poised at the entrance to her plastic coffin. "Bye, Batgirl. It's been fun, but you really must be going," smiled Garth, as he pushed her body off the entryway and into the sand. "No!!!!" was all Barbara could scream, as she felt her body go over the edge, her eyes wide with terror and the certainty she had lost and was about to die. She grasped for something, anything as her body hung suspended by both arms, her eyes looking up at her executioner in horror. She fell, but as she did, she managed to catch the side of platform at the entrace of the container. Barbara lay hanging over the side, her feet and body dangling over the deadly quicksand. She could feel her strength going. It would only be moments before she released her grip and slid to her certain death. “NO!! Anything!!! Please...I will do anything...” she begged. "I win...you lose, Barbara Gordon. Now, I've got to go kill your husband and daughter for good," he said, as he turned to go. Barbara used her last ounce of energy to grab Garth's foot with one hand, then the next. She knew there was now no way out. She didn't have the strength left to pull herself up. Her chest pain was unbelievable and her strength was spent. She simply relaxed and let her weight do the rest, as she looked into Garth's eyes as he turned his head. "What??? NO.....NO!!! You bitch...you'll kill yourself..." Garth screamed, as he tried in vain to grab anything, as he began to fall backwards. Barbara held on, until both were encased in the quicksand, of which more was still being added. It was very hot as both of them struggled to find a way out. Barbara knew with the plastic walls there was no way out but death, as she fell down under the quicksand and it enveloped her. She gave a last gasp as she relaxed and succumbed to death, certain her husband and daughter were safe, and her secret was safe with them as the fire and quicksand consumed her, Garth and his henchmen. THE END -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>