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Seeing Rift Glen post "Batgirl and the Prisoners of Glenda" has
prompted me to repost 
"Perils of Batgirl" I and II

I did not write these stories, they're by the
Weatherman.

Legal stuff: this is adult fiction if you should
not read this or are offended by it then don't read
it. More legal stuff and disclaimers follow.

 - Ben

Archive-Name: perils_batgirl
Archive-Author: The Weatherman (an213074@anon.penet.fi)
Archive-Title: The Perils of Batgirl
Archive-Type: f/f, bd, qs (Clavicsand), melo


Batgirl is a registered trademark of DC Comic, Inc. but they are in no
way
linked to this project.  Nor is it my intension to defame the
character of
Batgirl. 

I was/am a big fan of the Batgirl character.  I would have loved it if
they had made Batgirl only shows.  This story is just a logical
evolution
of that Idea. 

It contains a bunch of bondage, fetishism, lesbianism, melodrama, and 
other elements necessary to tell this kind of story.  If you are going
to be 
offended by this... For heaven's sake, DON'T READ IT.

As always your comments and suggestion are always appreciated.

See you soon.  Enjoy.


The Weatherman. :-)


PART I


Evening:	All is quiet on the streets of Gotham City, as another fine 
day draws to an end.  But what's this?!   Nora Clavicle and her
fiendish 
cohorts... plotting yet again, to undermine authority in Gotham City?  
Swearing revenge on Batgirl for ending their most recent reign of
terror 
and mayhem?  Panic in the streets!  Holy Fetishism!

Hold on to your hats!  The best is yet to come!!......


**************** The Perils of Batgirl ****************

Part One

Barbara Gordon walked in the front door of her large ground floor 
apartment in the Center City.  It was an upscale apartment in a 
particularly quiet part of town.  Plush but not assuming.

She walked to the icebox and pulled out some iced tea;  After a long 
day at the Gotham City Library, she needed something cool and 
refreshing.  As she leaned back against the counter and sipped her tea, 
her thoughts went back to her date with Bruce Wayne the night before.  
She had worn her sexiest dress and pumps, and he hadn't even kissed
her.  
He certainly was strange.  -Or maybe just shy.  Hell, who was she
calling 
strange?  At least Bruce didn't dress up in some outrageous, overtly 
sexual outfit and fight master criminals in HIS spare time.

She finished her iced tea and went to the living room.  As usual, 
Charlie squawked his happy greeting; Glad to see her home safe again.  
She gently picked up the bird cage and carried with her into the 
bedroom.  

'It's a good thing you can't talk.' she said, putting a little bird
seed in 
his feeder.  

She blew the bird a kiss and walked over to the closet.  She reached 
behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor.

'Batman would be putty in my hands if he were to see me in this 
bodystocking.' she said aloud, her hands sliding down the soft silky 
material.

She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself.  She had bought 
the black bodystocking on her recent trip to Paris.  It was made from
the 
softest 10 denier nylon and was sheer, except for two thin, black
spandex 
strips that started at her shoulders and plunged down across her
breasts, 
meeting in a V at her crotch.

Barbara loved bodystockings.  The material clung to her every form, 
accenuating each of features.  The outline of her body was a deep
midnight 
black.; The rest a soft, sexual chocolate.  It made her feel like a
cat on 
the prowl.; Lascivious, wonton.

'The Catwoman can't hold a candle to me.' she thought as her hands 
slipped over the silky material incasing her body.  It felt so good
that 
she began to caress her body, one hand cupping her ample breast, while
the 
other wandering further south.

She mind drifted to her last encounter with Catwoman;  She wanted to 
see it again.  She walked over to the dresser and opened it.  Inside
was a 
video tape.  She walked to the VCR and put the tape in, turning on the 
TV in the process.  Catwoman had set up a video camera and taped 
their last encounter.  After she was saved, Barbara had taken the
tape.  
Secretly, she enjoyed watching it.  It excited her.

Barbara sat down on the bed and started the tape.  There they were.  
Catwoman and her sex kittens, carrying the struggling form of Batgirl 
across the room.   Barbara watched as they lifted her onto the X-frame 
rack and tied her down. Then, Catwoman ushered her kittens away 
leaving them alone.  Then, she gagged her and slowly tightened the
rack, 
until Batgirl's body was stretched to its maximum.

Barbara WAS getting excited.  She remembered it all.  Once helpless, 
Catwoman had taken extreme satifaction in tormented her with both pain
and 
pleasure, in only ways The Catwoman knew how.  She had kept her in a 
constant state of arousal and distress for hours.  Teasing her to the
very 
brink of orgasm;  But never allowing her release. 

Eventually, Catwoman decided that she had played with Batgirl long
enough 
and walked to the wall and pulled a switch.  It activated a bladed,
pendulum 
based, torture device, right out of the pages of Edgar Allen Poe. 

Catwoman, then spared no expense in describing her fate in infinite
detail, 
before kissing her and then leaving her to die.

Completely helpless, Babara remembered watching in horror for over 
thirty minutes, as the razor sharp blade swung effortlessly back and 
forth;  Lowering a fraction of an inch with each successive pass.  It
was 
only an inch away when Batman burst in the door.  By the time he got to 
the machine and turned it off, it was only millimeters away.  She had
to 
hold her breath while her raised the razor sharp blade away from her 
body.  It had been that close.

Batman had then taken the gag out of her mouth and kissed her.

The thought made Barbara quiver at the knees.  One of her hands moved
to 
caressed her breasts while the other moved between her thighs,
exploring 
her soft pussy.  Watching the tape had made her very wet.  A wicked
smile 
erupted as an idea came to her.

She got up off the bed, walked over to a chest that was sitting against 
one of the walls and opened it.  Inside, neatly arranged, was some very 
"kinky" lingerie, made of latex, stretch patent, and leather.  As well
as a 
vast multitude of bondage paraphernalia, from which she selected a pair 
of handcuffs, some rope, a remote controlled vibrator and a red ball
gag.

She walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down, laying the items 
down next to her.  She took off her stiletto heeled shoes and swung her 
feet up on the bed.

'Charlie you won't tell anyone about this will you?'  She giggled. 

She laid down and inserted the vibrator in her vagina.  It wasn't very 
difficult because she was still wet.  The thought of bondage always 
excited her;  Well, nearly always.  The Siamese Human Knot that Nora 
Clavicle had tied her in, was certainly unpleasant, but that wasn't 
exactly bondage either.  She was very glad that Nora was in prison 
where she belonged.

Barbara sat up and picked up the white nylon rope.  Then, she 
proceeded to expertly coil it around her slender ankles.  Barbara liked 
this particular nylon rope, because it was soft and rarely left lasting 
marks on her skin.  She carefully wound the rope around her ankles, 
taking up the slack, but being careful not to pinch her skin.  Then
she fed 
the rope between her ankles, cinched it and then tied it off.

'Ooo... that feel so good', she said as slid her hands up the outside
of 
her legs. 

'Nice and tight' she remarked, moving her stocking feet back and forth, 
testing her rope work.

Satisfied, she grabbed another length of rope and tied her legs
together 
just above the knees.  Experimentally she tested the bonds about her
legs, 
rubbing her knees and thighs together.

Then she swung her legs off the bed and stood up.

She picked up another piece of rope, doubled it and coiled it around 
her waist a couple of times.  Then she fed the ends through the loop
and 
tightening it.  She moved the loop behind her back, pulled the free 
ends between her legs and up and over her waist rope in front.   Then 
she slowly pulled down on the rope, tightening it against her crotch.  
She tightened the rope until it was deep inside of her, then tied it
off.

Next she took the red ballgag and put it up to her mouth.  She opened 
her lips and worked the large orb past her teeth, deep into her mouth.  
She moaned quietly, fantasizing about Batman taking control of her. 
She 
buckled the strap behind her head and tested the gag, attempting to
push 
it out of her mouth with her tongue.  If was quite effective.  She
picked 
up the remote control and cupped it in her right hand.  Now for the 
moment of truth: The handcuffs: Black metal, cold, unyielding.

She locked one cuff around her wrist and pulled her hand behind her 
back.  Then, she fed the free cuff behind her crotch rope, put her hand 
in the cuff and paused.  The key lay on the chest of drawers across the 
room.  Once she put the cuff on she would have a tough time undoing 
them.

Click...a tinge of exciting raced through her body.  Click, Click, 
Click... and she was bound.  She struggled experimentally and found
that 
she was truly helpless.  Her thumb caressed the button on the remote 
control teasingly, before finally turning it on.  She winced, as the 
vibrator came to life inside of her.  She fell to her side, struggling
and 
enjoying her captivity.  She concentrated on her bondage, pointing her 
toes and attempting to pull her stocking feet from the soft but
effective 
ropes around her ankles.  She could hear the nylon of her bodystocking 
rustling, as she moved her legs back and forth, attempting loosen the 
cunningly secure ropes around her knees.  Every time she would try to 
pull her hands from the handcuffs, they would pull the crotchrope, 
drawing it even deeper inside of her.  Her mind took over...

'What's going on here?' Batman said, a broad smile beaming on his 
face as he stepped into her bedroom.

Barbara, horrified began to struggle wildly, but to no avail.  She had 
tied herself too well.  She was HIS prisoner now.  Batman came over and 
sat down on the bed.  He began at her bound stocking feet.  He slowly 
kissed and licked her toes and arches, slowly moving up and over her 
neat rope work, to her calves and knees.  Then he moved up her thighs 
to her stomach.  She could feel Batman's soft exploring hands on her 
body, touching, teasing...tormenting.  The warm touch of his mouth on 
her breast.  She could feel the pull of the crotch rope and he
playfully 
pulled it with his teeth.  Oh...his expert tongue!  She orgasmed,
causing 
her pull up on the handcuffs, which in turned tightened the crotch
rope, 
putting even more pressure on her clitoris -causing another orgasm.  It 
raced through her body like a freight train, all the muscles in her
bound 
body contracting, until finally, it was over.  She collapsed, panting.
 A 
small bead of saliva formed at the edge of her mouth and dribbled down 
the side of her cheek.  She could feel her heart beating fast and
furious, 
her breathing still heavy and a ringing in her ears.  

No! it was the phone!

Stunned, she squirmed to the side of the bed and managed to stand up.  
The phone rang again.   She hopped across the room to the dresser and 
pulled the key to the floor with her cheek.  Then, she reached down and 
picked it up.  She quickly and expertly unlocked the cuffs, unbuckled
the 
ball gag and pulled it from her mouth.  Then she hopped back to the bed 
and picked up the phone

'H...H..Hello?'

'Barbara...Barbara is that you?' (It was Chief O'Hara)

'Y...Y..Yes Chief, ...how are you doing.'

'You seem out of breath, are you O.K.?'

'Just exercising. What's up?' she said catching her breath.'  She had 
known Chief O'Hara since she was born.  But rarely did he call her at 
home.

'I'm trying to find your father.  You wouldn't know where to find him 
would you?'

'No.  Is there something wrong?'

'No, It's just...I just got a strange package delivered here.  It's 
addressed to Batgirl.'

'Batgirl?' Barbara said, her ears perking up.

'Yes.  I've been looking for the Commissioner, but he's not around.  I 
even called Batman on the Batphone, but he's out of town checking out 
that lead on that bank security woman's disappearance.'

'Well sorry.  I haven't seen him.  But I'll tell him you want to talk
to 
him, if he calls.'

'Thank you.  Have a good night.'  He said and hung up.

Batgirl quickly removed the ropes and hastily put everything back in 
the chest.

'I would loved to have played some more but I don't have the 
time...maybe later.'  She went into the bathroom and freshened up. Then 
she walked to the makeup table and reached beneath it.  The entire 
makeup table and mirror swiveled 90 degrees, revealing a secret room.  
On the other side of the mirror was a purple outfit, wig, and shoes
neatly 
arranged.

'Here we go again.'  Batgirl said to herself, as she removed one outfit 
to don another.  This new outfit however, was altogether different.  
Where her bodystocking was demure and elegant, this one was 
downright sexual.  It was a purple teddy made of a patent material 
blended with latex.  It was long sleeved, high collared, and it was cut 
high to show off her fabulous legs.  It had taken hers weeks to find
the 
fabric and another month to make the outfit.  It fit like a second skin.

Before she put the teddy on, she took a pair out black pantyhose and 
slid them on.  They were jet black and were sheer all the way to her 
waist.  Then she stepped into the form fitting teddy and wiggled her
way 
into it.  Inhaling, she slowly zipped it up the back, all the way up
to the 
nape of her neck.  The teddy was so tight that it showed every detail
in 
her ample body, yet it was stretchy enough to allow her free movement.  
She had recently forgone the cape because it was always getting in the 
way.

Next was the wig.  It was a a shoulder length wig in dazzling red and 
because it was made entirely of human hair, it was very soft to the
touch.  
She adjusted the wig into place and then brushed it.  Then she took the 
cowl and carefully put it on.

Batgirl sat down in front of the mirror, and decided to wear shoes 
instead of boots.   Specially ordered from Europe, purple patent
leather 
pumps with five inch heels.  They made her over six feet tall.  She
slid her 
stocking feet into them and then slowly stood up, looking
appreciatively 
at her reflection in the mirror.  She slid her hands down the outline
of 
her body, admiring the incredible tightness of her costume.  Then she 
put on her utility belt, spread her legs slightly and put her hands on
her 
hips.

'I AM the sexiest woman in crime!' she said aloud, before leaving;  
The secret panel sliding soundlessly into place behind her.


***********************************


Meanwhile, across town in the "Dress for Duress" fetish wear factory 
on Latex Lane, Nora Clavicle was getting dressed for what she hoped 
would be a stimulating evening.  She was in good spirits.

Opera, her lovely assistant, would have delivered Batgirl's package to 
police headquarters by now.  Soon, everything would fall into place. 
She 
would be rich, the arrogant bureaucrats of Gotham would be hurting and 
maybe, if she was lucky, Batgirl would interfere.

'Revenge will be sweet, my little Bat-nymph.'  She said to herself as 
she slowly pulled a black stocking up her long smooth leg.  There was a 
knock and Vinyl entered the boudoir.

It had been over two years since Nora has dicovered Vinyl "waiting 
tables" at a seedy strip joint, in Gotham's red light district.  Nora
had 
been attracted to the ravishing, auburn haired beauty from the minute 
she had laid eyes on her.  But what really impressed her was how well
she 
took care of herself;  Later in the evening, Nora watched Vinyl grab 
an overly zealous "customer's" testicles and twist him into
submission.  

Vinyl had always had a particularly kinky edge to her, but with the
help 
of Nora incomparable teachings, she had blossomed into full fledged
fiendom.

She was dressed in a black PVC catsuit, with matching gloves, and five 
inch, stiletto heeled ankle boots.  Around her slim waist hung a loose 
chain belt that glimmered in the soft light.

'Is everything on schedule?' Nora asked.

'Yes Mistress.'

'How's our little captive?'

The captive was Mary Weston, the Manager of Security at the Gotham 
Federal Bank.  Nora had kidnapped her as part of her master plan.

I slipped her into something....uncomfortable, but not deadly.' Vinyl 
said, her eyes narrowing slightly, as she smiled.

'Purrrfect.  I'll check on her later.  She's an important piece in our 
little puzzle, we don't want to kill her... just yet.  Come here.'

Vinyl walked over to Nora and stopped in front of her.  Nora stood up 
and slowly inched forward, until she was very close.  Then, she bent in 
and kissed Vinyl softly on the lips.  She drew away slowly, letting the 
mood linger.

'You're such a good employee.' she said, her hand moving between 
Vinyl's legs.  'Maybe later, when this is all over, we can play.'

'Oh, I'd like that...ohhhhh.' Vinyl responded, closing her eyes.

'I bet you would.'  Nora said, slowly removing her hand.  'Now, 
however, it is time for business.  Let me finishing getting ready and
then 
we will go and meet Opera at the Bank;  There's an easy twenty million 
dollars just waiting for us.'

'What about Batman?  Won't he be bound to show up?'

'Batman's on a wild goose chase...' interjected Nora, '...with that 
blundering red breast, chasing after some very carefully placed 
herrings.'

'But why did you lure him out of town.  I thought you built all those 
elaborate-'

'No.  Those delicious toys are for Batgirl.  Especially my newest 
invention.'

'Oooo, you mean -'

'Yes... you should know how she's going to feel.  You helped me test it 
after all.'

'How could I forget.  It scared the hell out of me. -And I knew you
weren't 
going to let me die.  I can't wait to see Batgirl
struggling...ooo...the 
thought is making me wet already.'

'Yes...Batgirl our plaything;  The thought is downright fiendish, isn't 
it?  And with Batman and Robin out of town, we can take our time with 
her.  How.....Stimulating.'

***********************************

Batgirl climbed off the Batgirl cycle and climbed the stairs of Police 
Headquarters.  As usual all the heads turned in her direction.

'Same body, different packaging, and I am just a librarian.'  Batgirl 
mused to herself, enjoying the sexual power that the outfit provided
her.

She made her way to the Commissioner's Office and opened the door.  
Chief O'hara turned around, shocked to see her.

'I understand that there is a package here for me.'

'Batgirl! How did you-'

'A woman intuition is a powerful thing Chief.' she said, as Chief 
O'hara handed her the package.

It was suprisingly light.  It was wrapped in multi-colored bright
paper, 
with a big bow on top.  It had a little paper doll in her likeness
attached 
to the front.  She carefully examined the package, looking for any 
peculiar wires or such.  Finding none she asked Chief O'hara to stand 
back and she carefully cut the ribbon.  Nothing happened.  Then she 
carefully lifted the top of the box off.  The only thing in the box
was a 
piece of paper.  It was an elaborate riddle:

"Batgirl-

Very soon you will call my name
In horror, and frustrated cries
For once into my clutches came
You'll know too late just who am I.

On the outside, I'm plain vanilla.
You'd pass me by without a thought
But underneath I feel so wicked.
A slimy darkness who cares for naught.

I wait for you with baited breath
An experience most feared and new
For slow may be deliverance (But inevitable)

*** I will be the death of you.


			-I'll introduce you to my friend soon.
			
			Nora Clavicle
			In Gotham I trust"

'Nora Clavicle?! I thought she was in prison'

'Escaped last week.  Is that from her?  'What does it say?' Chief 
O'hara asked curiously.

'It's just some twisted poem.' Batgirl said as she read it to herself 
again.  Something about it bothered her, something she could almost 
decipher.  It was the paper.  It felt like... Money!...."In Gotham I
trust!"

'I've got to go!  I think I know where Nora Clavicle is going to strike 
next!'  Batgirl said, as she fled down the hallway.

***********************************

Meanwhile at the Gotham Federal Bank:  Nora had sent her girls to the 
car with the last of the money.  She stayed behind, finishing up the
final 
details of Mary's intricite and quite deadly bondage.

First she had tied her arms tightly, making her elbows meet behind her 
back.  Then she tied Mary's knees and ankles.  Then she gagged her.  
Then she tied a rope around her waist knotting it off.  She then took a 
long piece of rope and carefully made a small noose.  She pulled it
over 
Mary's head and tightened it around her neck.  Then she fed the end 
between Mary's bound ankles, through her legs, through her waist rope 
in front, back through her legs and then finally between Mary's bound 
wrists.  As she pulled on the rope it tightened the whole mess
mercilessly, 
into an incredibly strict hogtie.

'Thank you for all your help.'  Nora whispered, as she bent over 
Mary's sumptuous, bound body.  We would never have beaten the 
security system without you.  And though we truly enjoyed playing 
with you at our little fetish hideaway, I think now, it's time for us
to part 
company.  We will leave with the money and you ... well, you 
unfortunately, will be staying here.   PERMANENTLY.'

Mary started to struggle, but stopped immediately as the rope around 
her neck tightened even further.

'You'd be wise not to move too much.  I have tied you in a very 
special bondage.  It's called an Egyptian death tie.  If you so much as 
twitch, the rope around your neck will tighten, strangling you to
death.  
Unfortunately, the vibrator that I inserted in you is programmed to
come 
on in five minutes.  As soon as that happens...well... at least you'll 
die...smiling!'

Nora got up, and began to walk away.

'Don't .....Move!  She laughed wildly.

'It's you who shouldn't move!'  Batgirl commanded, as she strode in the 
room confidently, stopping ten feet away from Nora, blocking her exit.

'Batgirl!'

'In the flesh.  The party's over Nora Clavicle.  Untie her immediately.'

Nora casually put her hands in her leather coat pockets.

'The party's just beginning, Batgirl! Nora said as she pulled her hands 
from her pockets.  'CATCH!'

Before Batgirl could react, Nora threw both of her hands in her 
direction.  Out of them, came what looked like thin, crepe paper 
streamers.  The streamers filled the air above Batgirl's head and 
cascaded down upon her.  But as soon as they touched her body, they
began 
to entangle her, twisting and knotting themselves, pinning her arms and 
legs.  Batgirl thought at first that the streamers would be easy to
break;  
They looked like thin crepe paper.  But In fact, she found to her
dismay, 
that they were very strong, and as much as she struggled she couldn't 
loosen them, not even a little.

In fact, if anything, the streamers seemed to be getting tighter. 
Every 
time she moved, she could feel the thin paper streamers constrict
around 
her helpless body more and more.    It was become harder and harder to 
breathe.  Every time she would exhale the streamers would take up the
slack.

'Jesus! ...ughh...What are these things?!' Batgirl said as she felt the 
streamers continue to constrict tighter and tighter around her body.

'Siamese bondage streamers, Batgirl!'  Nora gushed gleefully, as she 
approached the now completely helpless Batgirl.  'They contract when 
placed in contact with the heat of the body.  It's really unfortunate
that 
you had to face me here.  I had such plans for you at the fetish
factory.  
Oh well, that's the breaks.'

Nora, pushed Batgirl down onto the ground and reveled in her 
struggling form, watching the evil streamers do their work.'

'I'd love to see who strangles first, but Opera and Vinyl are waiting
for 
me in the car.  Good-bye Batgirl!'

Nora turned and walked quickly out of the room.  Batgirl could hear 
her wicked laughter echoing along the hallway as she fled.

Batgirl continued to struggle on the ground, rolling back and forth, 
trying to gain some slight advantage.  But the streamers were extremely 
strong and no amount of twisting or tugging could loosen them even a 
little bit.  In fact, Batgirl could feel the deadly streamers
continuing to 
constrict, tighter and tighter around her body, until she was barely
able 
to breath.  

Running out of time, Batgirl concentrated, trying to find 
someway to free herself.  Her BatShears..  No good!  They were in the
back 
of her utility belt.  With her arms pinned to her sides, she had no
chance 
-or did she?

Batgirl had a last gasp idea.  With an immense effort, she was able to 
move her right hand next to her utility belt.  She held her breath and 
slowly worked opened the small compartment on the side of her belt. 
Out of 
breath, she exhaled quickly, immediately inhaling, as she felt the
streamers 
take yet another centimeter of her breathing room.  Batgirl carefully 
took out the small can of compressed BatAir out of her utility belt. 
She 
could feel that she was beginning to lose consciousness.  She had only 
been able to take a very small breath and found that she needed to take 
another.  Unfortunately, as she exhaled, the streamers tightened again
and she 
found that she was now unable to inhale.  She had one chance and one 
chance only.  She aimed the spray can up at her body and spray herself 
with the compressed air.

The air coming out of the can was very cold and when it came in 
contact with the streamers, they loosened slightly around her chest.  
Immediately she inhaled, continuing to spray the can in the direction
of 
her body.  As the streamers expanded, Batgirl was given more 
movement and took advantage.  Soon she was able to free first one arm 
and then the other.  Then she quickly reached in the back of her
utility 
belt and pulled out her Batshears, cutting the rest of the evil
streamers 
from her body.

'MMmmmph! Mary screamed into her gag.

'Stay calm!  And don't move what ever you do.  I'll untie you.'

 Batgirl, quickly got up and carefully cut the ropes from Mary's 
body.  Mary, overwhelmed, fell into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.  
Batgirl did her best to comfort her, waited for the police to arrive
and 
then quickly slipped away.

'There certainly can't be many fetish wear factories in Gotham', she 
said as she drove along the darkened street, angry and ready for
revenge.


***********************************


Nora Clavicle wasn't pleased either.  She really hadn't wanted to kill 
Batgirl so quickly.  She had wanted Batgirl here, at the fetish
factory, 
where Nora had spent countless weeks (and quite a bit of money) putting 
together her special suprise.  Even in death, Batgirl had managed to
spoil 
her well laid plans.  

'We could have brought her with us..' Opera said, massaging Nora's 
stocking feet.  She knew full well, what was on Nora twisted mind.

'It's just not the same without the moment of capture.  I was so
looking 
forward to the look on her face, when she realized who my fiendish 
friend was.  By then of course it would have been much too late.  She 
would be caught and we would have had time to savor her pitiful 
struggles, as she tried to free herself.  But I guess it was not meant
to 
be.'

A wicked smiled erupted on Nora face. 'We'll just have to introduce
Batman 
and Robin instead....Oh well, maybe we can have some fun by ourselves.  
Come help me change.'

Opera and Nora walked downstairs to Nora Boudoir.  Once there 
Nora picked out an outfit for Opera and one for herself.  Nora loved to 
dress for an evening of pleasure.  Her disappointment was fading.  So 
what if Batgirl wouldn't be here to make the evening complete.  She
still 
had Opera to play with.

Nora took out a brand new pair of black seamed stockings and slowly 
slid them on.  'Dressing for an evening of pleasure such as this is an 
important ritual.'  she thought.  'One must play one's part to the
fullest, 
if one expect rewards.'

Nora picked up the black stiletto pumps and slid them on.  Vinyl 
arrived and Nora gave her instructions on the type of bondage that she 
wanted Opera to be tied in.  She didn't really have to.  Given free
rein, 
Vinyl would come up with something equally intricate and 
uncomfortable;  But this was her evening.  Tonight, she wanted it done 
her way.

Vinyl helped Opera put on the last of her outfit, and then led her
down the long hallway to the playroom.  Nora stayed behind and slipped 
into her very tight costume.

***********************************

Batgirl turned off her Batgirl cycle and coasted the last three
blocks.  
She was correct.  There weren't many fetish wear factories in Gotham 
City;  Infact there were only two.  She had already ruled out the other 
one, so she assumed that this must be it.  Batgirl slowed to a stop
and got 
off her cycle.  A dilapidated sign hung over the front door.  DRESS 
FOR DURESS.  This was the place.

Batgirl walked up to the door and tested it.  Locked.  She walked 
around the side of the building and caught sight of an open window on 
the second floor.  She pulled out her Batrope and with a flick of her 
wrist, had attached it expertly to the pipe next to the window. 
Batgirl 
pulled on the line, found it firm, then swiftly crawled up the rope and 
slid into the beckoning window, leaving her Batrope behind, in case she 
need a different exit.

'I know she thinks I'm dead,' Batgirl thought to herself, 'but I also 
know she had something extrememly devious planned for me.  I better 
keep my wits about me.'

*****************************************


Nora finished dressing and walked down the hallway into the 
playroom.  Even though Batgirl's presence would be sorely missed, she 
was still excited.  Maybe it was the thought of playing in the
playroom.  
Maybe it was the room itself.  It had taken her months to prepare.

'Though you can't tell that by looking at it.'  Nora thought, as she 
stepped down the few steps that led into the room.  'But that's the
most 
important element of the room -the suprise.'

She walked across the soft sandy floor to where Opera had been 
expertly tied between two posts and examined her.  Nora pulled on the 
crotch rope and decided that Vinyl had done a excellent job.  Just what 
she had asked for.  Opera already had that misty, captive look in her 
eyes.

'You look ravishing.' She said, as she slid her hands over Opera's 
helpless body.  'You're in for a treat..I think I'll let Vinyl have her 
way with you ... -After I'm done of course.'

'MMM' Opera moaned into her gag.  She hadn't been tied long, but 
already, her arms and legs ached from the bondage.  She knew the mood
that Nora was in.  Maybe the idea of playing tonight was not such a
good 
idea.

Nora moved her hand to Opera's vulnerable pussy and began to 
massage it slowly.

....Then again


************************************


Batgirl walked down the stairs slowly, listening for any strange 
sounds.  At the bottom of the stairs was a antechamber with three
doors.  
Opening one carefully, she looked inside.  It opened onto a long
hallway.  

Entering, she heard a voice coming from a room at the other end of the 
hall.  Quietly, she walked along the corridor and peered inside.

It was a large circular room about 40 feet across.  A narrow stone 
rim, that was slightly elevated from the rest of the floor, ran around
the 
entire room.  The rest of the floor was made of sand.

The room was completely devoid of furniture, or decoration or any 
kind, except two ornately carved pink posts which stuck out of the sand 
at the far end of the room.  Tied spread-eagled between the posts was a 
girl.

Batgirl gaze was drawn to the girl tied between the posts.  It was 
Opera, Nora's devious assistant.  She was nude except for a pair of
black 
stockings, black patent thong panties, black stiletto heels and long
black 
patent gloves.  Batgirl was intrigued by the intricacy of the rope
work.  

Opera's arms and legs were drawn far apart, and ropes crisscrossed her 
body holding her firmly in place.  Ropes outlined her breasts and 
another was pulled tightly between her legs, drawing it deep inside
her.  
It was a trick Batgirl was quite familiar with.  In her mouth was a red 
ball gag attached to a head harness.  Ropes connected the harness to
tops 
of each post and to her wrists.  She was tied so tightly, that she
could 
barely move.

Nora Clavicle and Vinyl stood facing her.  Nora was wearing in a 
tight, high collared, red patent teddy and long, red patent gloves. 
She 
finished off the outfit with a pair of sheer jet-black seamed
stockings and 
six inch, red patent, stiletto pumps.  In her left glove she
delicately held a 
black riding crop which she gently rubbed up and down Opera's inner 
thigh.

Vinyl was wearing her customary black PVC Catsuit and ankle boots.

Nora and Vinyl were engrossed in Opera's bound body.  Batgirl 
watched as Nora moved her hand slowly down Opera's helpless body.  
She paused at her breasts, first caressing then pinching, causing
Opera to 
squirm in pain and delight.  

Batgirl, deciding the time was right, crept into the room and stepped
down 
the six inches or so off the stone rim into the fine white sand.

Opera saw her and began to struggle wildly, screaming into her gag.

'That's right struggle, it will do you no good.' Nora said, 
misinterpreting Opera's attempt at warning.

Batgirl strode to the center of the room at stopped.

'Good Evening, Miss Clavicle!' Batgirl said, breaking the silence.

'Batgirl!' Nora exclaimed, turning around to face her.

'Yes Nora, Batgirl.  I'm sorry I didn't call before I came over but I 
wanted to suprise you.'  Batgirl responded smiling.

'You're alive!'

'Obviously, though no fault of yours!'

Nora got over her shock quickly and wicked smile perked up on her 
face.  Things might just work out the way she planned them after all.

'Oh Batgirl, you don't know how excited I am to see you.  I'm actually 
glad you were able to escape my deadly streamers and join our little 
party... Speaking of suprises, I have something extra special in store
for 
you.   Ooo... and you're dressed for the occasion.  How perrrfect.  I 
didn't have time to tell you how delightfully lascivious your new 
costume is' She purred.

'I'm not here to participate in your sick little bondage games, Nora.'

'Oh but you're the guest of honor Batgirl.  GET HER!'

Vinyl flew at Batgirl, but Batgirl was just too fast. she gave Vinyl a 
swift Batkick, then threw her across the room, her head kissing the
stone 
walkway as she fell.  Batgirl walked over to her, but she was out cold.
So she strode back to the center of the room and smilied

'There...that takes care of that,' Batgirl said spreading her legs
slightly 
and putting her hands back on her hips.  'Seeing as how you couldn't 
possibly hide anything in an outfit that tight, Nora, I can safely say 
playtime is over..'

'Oh no Batgirl... playtime is just beginning...'  Quick as a cat, Nora 
jumped up on the stone, to the wall a few feet behind her, and smiling
at 
Batgirl over her shoulder, pulled down a large red switch.

Alarmed, Batgirl, looked behind her, and then instinctively up at the 
ceiling, thinking a net was going to fall on her.  But nothing
happened.  

After a few more seconds, Batgirl relaxed, returned her hands to her 
hips and laughed. 'Well Miss Clavicle, whatever suprise you had so 
carefully planned obviously didn't work.'

Nora let her hand slowly glide off the handle of the switch, turned and 
stepped down into the sand, casually walking a few steps toward the 
smiling Batgirl.

'Oh, but it did Batgirl....' Nora said pausing, an evil smile coming to 
her lips  'Look at the ground.'

Puzzled, Batgirl looked down and noticed that she was now standing in 
the center of a thin, ring, the top of which was just barely sticking
out of 
the sand.  Batgirl hadn't noticed, as the ring, submerged just below
the 
surface, had silently emerged from the soft sand surrounding her.  It
was 
quite large, about thirty feet in diameter and looked like it polished
glass.

Suddenly, the ring pulsated, and Nora Clavicle started to laugh 
wickedly.  Batgirl was starting to look up when she felt something odd 
touch her feet.  Instantly she looked down a saw to her horror that her 
shoes were slowing sinking into the sand.

Alarmed, Batgirl lifted her left leg and her foot popped out of her
half 
buried shoe.  Balancing precariously on one foot, she took a shaky step 
toward Nora Clavicle, her stocking foot squishing into the suddenly 
mushy ground.

She immediately tried to lift her right foot from the sand, but it was
much 
harder to do, because it was now deeply buried.  When it finally came 
free, she lost her balance and her stocking foot immediately squished
back 
into the unstable soil.

Now up to her ankles in sand, Batgirl tried to pull her left foot free, 
but the sand was so thick that even with all her strength she couldn't 
pull it free from the sand.  She immediately shifted her weight and
tried the other leg, but it too was completely stuck.  

Panicking, she began to struggle wildly, alternately trying to 
extricate each of her feet from the sticky sand.  But no amount of 
twisting or struggling could free her from the sand's captivating 
embrace.  In fact it only made her sink deeper.

Horrified, Batgirl realized she had walked directly into another of 
Nora's evil traps.

'Quicksand!!' Batgirl exclaimed, her struggles becoming even more 
frantic, as she realised the meaning of Nora's cryptic poem.

'Very perceptive, Batgirl...'Nora gleefully responed. 'But it's not
just 
ORDINARY quicksand.  Its CLAVICSAND!'

Batgirl looked up at Nora and watched her slowly slide her hands over 
her breasts, down her waist and between her slightly spread thighs. 

'It's an utterly diabolical new invention I designed especially for
you, 
Batgirl.  It's a uniquely formulated synthetic quicksand, deviously 
thick and once activated, fiendishly INESCAPABLE!.'

'And I'm afraid that you've wandered right into the deep end.  There's 
at least fifteen feet of it under you, just waiting for your luscious
body to 
sink into.'

'Oh god!' Batgirl exclaimed, her struggles becoming more desperate.  
She could feel the clammy sand creeping up her shins, as she contined
to 
slowly descend into the sands placid surface.

'Oh and you will sink...albeit extremely slowly.  In that way it's very 
much like quicksand.  Unable to support your weight, your gorgeous 
struggling body will slowly slip deeper and deeper into it's moist 
clutches until it disappears;  Forever lost beneath its surface.'

'-And don't think that you can just lie on your back and float in this 
stuff...You can't.' Nora added gushing, overjoyed with the turn of 
events.  'Vinyl tried that little trick and it almost cost her life.'

Batgirl realizing that she was helplessly stuck, stopped struggling, 
hoping that it would slow her descent into the incredibly viscous 
synthetic quicksand.

Unfortunately, instead of slowly down, her rate of descent increased..

'Oh no Batgirl.  Continuous struggling is REQUIRED in Clavicsand!  The 
more vigorous the better. Staying motionless, even for an instant, will 
only cause you to sink faster, taking precious minutes of life from 
you.  Of course, you're bound to tire eventually...' Nora remarked, 
laughing wickedly.

'Oh god!' Batgirl exclaimed, as she began to struggle again, soon
finding 
that Nora was indeed correct;   The harder she struggled, the slower
she 
sank... She twisted and pulled at her legs wildly, trying to see if she 
could stop her descent, but even vigorous struggling didn't stop 
her from sinking entirely.  All she could do was helplessly watch, as
more 
and more of her body crept into the fiendishly viscous bog.

A bead of sweat dripped off Batgirl's cheek and onto her heaving 
breasts.  She was tiring.  The sand was incredibly thick, and the
deeper 
she sank the more difficult it became to move in. Stopping briefly to 
catch her breath, Batgirl watched in horror as her descent increased.  

Her thighs began to ooze into the ground at an alarming rate.    She 
immediately began to struggle again, frantically looking around her
for a 
way to liberate herself from the clutches of Nora Clavicle's diabolical 
synthetic quicksand.

'Oh god, I can keeping this up much longer!' she exclaimed.  'Please.. 
don't let me die like this....Please!'

Nora walked up to the edge of the ring laughed.  'I'll take it under 
consideration, Batgirl....'


TO BE CONTINUED......

Will Nora feel pity for the poor sinking Batgirl?  Or will she make it 
even worse for her?  Holy synthetic quicksand!  How could it get 
worse?!

Tune in next time....Same (I have no idea when) BatTime.....Same Bat-
News-Group


All your comments are encouraged.  But remember.  This is 
Melodrama and complete and utter fantasy.  Please don't go out of your 
way to inform me that this is all scientifically impossible - I know
it is.

Also please don't try this at home.  Ropes should never, under any 
circumstances, be tied around the neck.  Even if you SO implicity 
requests it.  It is incredibly dangerous.


PART II


The Perils of Batgirl
The Weatherman
June 1994

As we left Batgirl, she had been ensnared by Nora Clavicles's in her 
deadly Clavicsand;  A diabolically inescapable, synthetic quicksand....


......A bead of sweat dripped off Batgirl's cheek and onto her heaving 
breasts.  She was tiring.  The sand was incredibly thick, and the
deeper 
she sank, the more difficult it became to move in.  Stopping briefly to 
catch her breath, Batgirl watched in horror as her descent increased.  

Her thighs began to ooze into the ground at an alarming rate.  She
immediately began to struggle again, frantically looking around her
for a
way to liberate herself from the clutches of Nora Clavicsand. 

'Oh god, I can keeping this up much longer!' she exclaimed. 

*******************************
Chapter Two

Nora, obviously enjoying Batgirl torment, walked to the edge of the 
ring and leaned over slightly, sliding her palms down her smooth 
black stockings.  Batgirl, biting her lower lip in anxiety, looked at
the 
rippling surface of the quicksand surrounding her, and then back up at 
Nora's evil, smiling face.

'Ooo Batgirl, you're beginning to realize the cruel beauty of my
fiendish
synthetic quicksand.' Nora said in a soft, intimate voice.  'It's not
just
the fact that you're sinking: it's the struggling.  You know that it is
pointless, but you continue anyway;  Hoping that with the added time,
you
might find a way to free yourself from its soft, sticky embrace....'

Nora said, smiling wickedly, pausing just long enough for her words to
sink in. 

'But you won't.  I'm afraid, you'll find it completely impossible to
ever
get out of that Clavicsand, Batgirl.'

'Uhh...' Batgirl groaned, as she struggled to lift first her right, and
then her left thigh out of the deadly quicksand;  Each resulting
downward
thrust causing her to sink, ever so slightly deeper, into its moist
clammy
surface. 

Vinyl stirred from her forced slumber and looked up groggily.  She felt
the bump on her head, as her eyes focused on the struggling form of
Batgirl, almost up to her crotch in Clavicsand.  A smile erupted on her
face, as she remembered her bout with Nora's nasty nightmare, realizing
that Batgirl's torment would be ten times greater than hers had been. 
Vinyl stood up gingerly, her head pounding.  She casually strolled
around
the room, her stiletto heels echoing on the stone rim as she walked. 

Batgirl turned to look at her.  Vinyl was beaming as she stepped down
into
the sand and strode towards the struggling form of Batgirl. 

'Enjoying yourself, Batgirl?' Vinyl said, stopping at the edge of the
pool
of quicksand. 

'Care to join me?' Batgirl retorted, out of breath from the constant
struggling. 

'Oh no, Batgirl, I've already been in that quicksand before...' Vinyl
replied, sticking the toe of her boot into the sand, like she was
testing
the temperature of a swimming pool.  "It's amazing how deviously
inescapable it is.  The sands so thick;  You would think that you just
could climb out, or that eventually you'd displace enough sand, and you
would float.  That's what I thought at first too.  But I was SO wrong.
 I
started just like you, just wanting to get my feet out.  Once I sank
to my
waist, I gave up struggling;  I remembered what the text books said
about
quicksand, and tried to lie down so I could float in it.  But I didn't
float, I went all the way under.  Nora was just able to turn the stuff
off
in time and dig me out before I suffocated.'

Batgirl looked at her in terror and Vinyl smiled.

'But then again, you ALREADY realize that this is not ordinary
quicksand. 
It something to do with this ring here;  It constantly moves the sand
under you, not allowing your body to reach equilibrium.  You can feel
the
sand giving way under your stocking feet right now, can't you Batgirl. 
And the friction of the sand particles on the outside of your legs. 
-And
the weariness.... 

.......OH NO, I much prefer to watch YOU struggle from out HERE...'

Vinyl's twisted, sadistic empathy only made Batgirl feel worse.  She was
right.  Batgirl could feel the cold clammy sand, giving way under her; 
The moist particles sticking to the outside of her stockings, as she
sank
slowly lower and lower. 

While Vinyl destroyed any glimmer of hope in Batgirl, Nora turned and
looked back at tightly bound figure of Opera, who was obviously enjoying
Batgirl's distress as well.  Nora knelt down and slid her red glove into
the sand, and scooped up a handful of the sticky ooze.  Returning to
Opera, Nora began to smear to Clavicsand over Opera's helpless body. 
Outlining her breasts and rubbing the moist goo between her spread
thighs. 

'Isn't this everything that you hoped for?  Savor the way the sand feels
against your body.  Cool and inviting.  You can just imagine Batgirl's
torment.  Slowing sinking in it;  Unable to escape.  Knowing that
eventually, even with all her efforts, she will drown.'

'Mmmm' Opera moaned into her gag, as Nora caressed her body with the
clammy Clavicsand.  Massaging her pussy and fondling her full, firm
breasts. 

Nora delicately took a small control that was dangling over one of the
ropes, that was keeping Opera firmly in place between the poles.  Nora
flicked the switch and Opera began to writhe, wildly in her bonds. 

'Oh you like the vibrator that I had Vinyl insert, before she tied you
up? 
Maybe, I'll turn it a little higher...' Opera convulsed. 

Nora pressed her body against Opera's and softly whispered in her ear. 

'Look at the way Batgirl struggles.  It's very much like bondage.  The
sand entangles her body with its soft sticky embrace, drawing her deeper
and deeper.  Notice the way the sand hugs her thighs as they move up and
down rhythmically.  Each frantic struggle introducing a new portion of
her
body to the moist kiss of the sand.  Just look at her, she so
helpless.....'

Batgirl's body was by now dripping with sweat.  Physically devastated,
she
stopped struggling for the briefest of moments, only to have her shapely
thighs disappear completely into the sand.  As Batgirl felt the cold,
clammy ooze touch her pussy, she began to struggle again.  Now unable to
lift her legs, she began twisting her body. 

Like a deadly dance she swayed and rocked.  The sand slowly creeping up
the outside of her hips.  Experimentally, she tried pushing down on the
surface of the sand with her hands.  But they just slid effortlessly
into
the viscous ooze. 

Vinyl, walked back to Nora, who was driving Opera into fits of ecstasy. 

Soon, Batgirl's hips disappeared into the mire.  Up to her waist in
quicksand, Batgirl looked around her in dread, but again, there was no
escape. 

'Oh god!  I'm so tired!' Batgirl cried, stopping for a brief second to
catch her breath.  Immediately, she felt her descent increase even
further.  She watched in horror as her waist disappeared into Nora's
synthetic nightmare. 

'Nora and Vinyl watched Batgirl's strength begin to falter, as they
slowly
brought Opera to orgasm.  Opera gazed was transfixed on the half buried
body of Batgirl, as she continued to move in the thick white ooze.  Nora
left Vinyl to caress Opera, and walked a few paces back to Batgirl, who
was by now, completely exhausted.  She was sinking faster now, unable to
find the strength to struggle vigorously;  At this rate, she wouldn't
last
more than a minute of two. 

'Getting tired, Batgirl?' Nora said in mock compassion.  Nora walked
back
to the wall and opened a panel.  Inside was a dial that was set to
STRUGGLE. 

'Batgirl, this dial allows me to customize your descent.  As you can
see,
it is currently set to STRUGGLE.  But I can change that...'

Nora turned the dial to the right most setting: STILL. 

'If you stop struggling now and become perfectly still, you will stop
sinking...'

Batgirl, absolutely exhausted from her efforts, relaxed.  As she
relaxed,
her hands slid easily into the inviting sand, followed by her forearms
and
then her elbows.  True to Nora's word, once her arms came to rest at her
side and her body became perfectly still, Batgirl felt her descent into
the quicksand stop.  Batgirl looked down and found that she had sunk
up to
the bottom of her breasts, the quicksand cupping them, like a demi cup
bra. 

Nora flicked another switch and another ring rose above the surface of
the
quicksand around Batgirl.  It was exactly the same as the first ring,
only
much, much smaller, only a few feet in diameter.  The first ring stopped
glowing and slid silently below the surface. 

To Batgirl's amazement, Nora waited a bit and then casually walked over
what used to be unstable earth, to the edge of the new ring.  She got
down
on her hands and knees, leaning over the almost fully submerged
Batgirl. 
Batgirl, realizing that firm ground was only inches away, started to
lift
her arms out of the quicksand. But she froze immediately:  Her movement
causing her to lurch suddenly into the sand, her breasts disappearing
beneath its ripped surface. 

'Oh yes that right, Batgirl... the very slightest move will now make you
sink.  Now you get to experience the other side of Clavicsand's,
diabolically torturous spectrum:  Utter motionlessness!'

'You bitch!' Batgirl exclaimed, sinking two more inches in the sand. 

'Shhh, you should be careful not to scream.  It causes involuntary
muscle
contractions.  ANY movement will cause you to sink;  Maybe even your
breathing'

Batgirl's head and shoulders were all that remained above the surface. 
And although the edge of the clavic bog was only a foot away, she dared
not move a muscle for fear of sinking completely out of sight. 

Her motionlessness, intensified her experience.  She could feel the
clammy
particles of sand, surrounding her entire body, pushing in on her,
making
even breathing difficult.  She found it increasingly difficult to keep
her
balance submerged in the moist sticky bog.  Every so often her muscles
would contract and she would feel her body descend a little further. 

"Oh god...." Batgirl whispered.  "It's impossible to keep my
balance.....'

'Poor Batgirl.  Finding it hard too stay still?  You can feel the sand
all
over your body now can't you ?.....so close, pushing in on your arms,
your
legs...your breasts'

Nora stood up and slipped off her shoes.  Then she dipped first her toe,
and then most of her stocking foot, into the gooey sand, making
circles in
the soft earth.  'So thick, and yet so....'

Batgirl moved slightly and felt herself slide into the sand a little
further. 

'.... unstable.'

Batgirl, fearing that moving her head would cause her to sink, looked
down
her nose at the surface of the quicksand, now only inches from her
chin. 

'Ohhh!' Batgirl exclaimed, tilting her head back slightly, as she sank
another inch.. 

'You must be very still Batgirl...' Nora whispered, as she removed her
foot from the clammy ooze with a audible slurp, small particles of sand,
clinging to her moistened nylons. 

Batgirl watched, as Nora slowly moved her foot along the top of the
sand,
until it was right under her chin.  Then she moved it to the right and
placed it on Batgirl's shoulder;  Ever so gently pushing down with her
toe. 

'No! Please!' Batgirl screamed, shifting her weight slightly.  Her
shoulders sinking beneath the surface of the viscous ooze.. 

Her neck and her head was all that remained above the surface.  Another
shift in weight caused her to sink again.  Her neck, slowly easing into
the sand.  when Batgirl's chin touched the sand, she froze;  Her head
tilted back as far as she could. 

'Don't move, Batgirl!'

Batgirl suspended in the deadly mire up to her chin, waited unmoving for
what seemed like an eternity:  concentrating on nothing else but
motionlessness.  Nora bent over Batgirl and caressed her cheek. 

'I know you can't stay motionless for ever Batgirl.  It's such a shame
that you're going to die here, you're body lost forever beneath the
sands
surface.'

'Nora...' Batgirl started to plead, but stopped as the sand crept over
her
chin, just under her lower lip. 

'Shhh....Batgirl.  With you so helpless like this, I could easily rip
off
your cowl and find out who you are before you die.  But I won't;  I like
the mystery.  I would like to remember you just as you are.'

'If you kill me now, your fun will be over.  You will never have the
pleasure of trying to beat me EVER aga....' Batgirl said in a last ditch
effort to free herself: the sand creeping over her mouth silencing her
last words. 

Nora looked down at the pitiful form of Batgirl, seconds from death. 
She
was right.  Somehow, Batgirl's death now would be anti-climatic.  Nora
decided that she was not ready for Batgirl to die.............yet. 

'Vinyl, turn off the sand.'

Vinyl, walked to the wall and flicked the red switch.  Batgirl held her
breath and watched, as the ring stopped pulsating, and slid below the
surface.  Then, she felt the sand, solidify around her body.  Nora
quickly
scooped away the sand from Batgirl's mouth and nose allowing her to
breathe. 

'Untie Opera, and dig Batgirl out of the sand.  I know a new game we can
play! 

Vinyl walked to Opera and quickly untied her.  Opera was a little
wobbly,
but she recovered quickly. 

Opera and Vinyl dug in the soft earth with their hands until they could
free Batgirl's arms.  Then slowly, they pulled her from the stabilized
synthetic quicksand, weak and exhausted. 

The fact that Batgirl could barely stand on her own, did not impress
Nora
Clavicle;  While Vinyl and Opera held her, Nora expertly bound Batgirl's
arms, making her elbows meet behind her back. 

Nora faced Batgirl and softly brushed the sand from her face. 

'You are filthy aren't you?' Nora remarked rhetorically.  'You must have
sand in the most unspeakable places.  I'm sure it's most unpleasant. 
Girls...please take Batgirl and clean her up.  I'm sure I can find
something clean she can wear that will match her cowl. 

*************************************

Opera and Vinyl took the weak Batgirl and stripped her of all of her
clothes except her cowl.  Then they brought her to the shower.  On the
ceiling and floor of the large shower, were manacles of stainless
steel. 
Binding her with the manacles, they rinsed the sand from her body and
dried her.  When they were finished, they handcuffed her wrists and
elbows
behind her back, and brought her back before Nora Clavicle who had
picked
out a sheer dark purple bodystocking for her to wear.  With little
choice,
Batgirl waited as they put the bodystocking on her.  It covered her from
neck to toe, which meant they had to uncuff her to put it on;  But they
were taking no chances.  They put a bondage belt around her waist and
attached one of her wrists to it at all times, foiling any attempt at
escape.  When they were done, they removed the belt, and recuffed her
wrists and elbows behind her back. 

'There.  That's perfect.  Girls please take our guest downstairs to her
room.  I'm sure she would like to rest.  She'll need her strength!'

**************************************************
 
Opera and Vinyl took Batgirl downstairs to a small cell.  They stood her
against a wall and bound her legs far apart with manacles that were
attached to the wall.  They then attached a metal belt around her
waist. 
It too was attached to the wall with a short chain.  Then came the
collar. 
Finally after Batgirl was helpless, They removed the cuffs from her
elbows
and wrists and bound her wrist in a matching set of manacles above her
head. 

'Comfy?' Vinyl said, an evil smile on her face.

'Absolutely' Batgirl said, mockingly.

'Well, I'll take care of that!' Vinyl said, as she walked to the wall
beside Batgirl and slowly turned a wheel. 

The chains above Batgirl's head began to pull apart, stretching her arms
apart and lifting her feet off of the ground until she was just barely
able to stand on her tiptoes.  At that point, the manacles around her
ankles, stopped her movement upward, stretching her body like a rack. 

'Comfy now?'

Batgirl didn't say anything.  She just stared at Vinyl defiantly.

'This is for the bruise on the back of my head.' Vinyl said, tightening
the rack another notch.. 

'Aaaa!' Batgirl exclaimed in pain.

'Much better..... See you in the morning! '

'I hope you like sleeping standing up!' Opera laughed, as she followed
Vinyl out of the room. 

The door to the cell slammed shut, leaving Batgirl in the dark.  The
stone
walls of the cell echoed the rattling of the chains, as she attempted to
free herself.  It was useless. 

Normally, Batgirl would have been able to pick the locks and free
herself. 
But without her hidden picks in her costume and utility belt, she was
helpless.  She relaxed and soon, even though she was in pain, Batgirl
managed to fall asleep. 


***************************************

Batgirl awoke to the sound of the cell door opening.

'Good morning, Batgirl!' Nora said entering.

As her eyes got used to the light, Batgirl saw that Nora was now dressed
in a tight PVC mini dress, with black stockings and Patent leather ankle
boots. 

Opera and Vinyl entered as well.  They were both dressed in white PVC
Catsuits and Stiletto shoes. 

'I have a special treat in store for you today.  I am going let you
decide
your own fate!  OK girls, hold her while I undo these cuffs. 

Nora loosened the rack and then took off her manacles.  As soon as
Batgirl's hands were freed, she began to struggle wildly, but it was
three
against one and she stood no real chance.  Soon, she was forced to the
ground, struggling uselessly against the weight of the women on top of
her.  Opera jumped onto to her shoulders and held her down, while Nora
and
Vinyl tied her hands behind her.  Once she was subdued, Nora took over
in
earnest. 

'Fight ME you little vixen?  Well, I'll show you what stringent bondage
really is!'

Nora took a piece of rope and looped it around Batgirl's arms just above
her elbows. 

'Aaaggh!' Batgirl exclaimed, as Nora tightened the rope, pulling her
elbows together behind her back. 

'You're so flexible, Batgirl.  That's good...you'll need to be.'

Nora wound the rope around her arms about five times and then cinched it
off. Opera got up off her shoulders and straddled her waist, while Nora
and Vinyl grabbed one ankle each.  Batgirl valiantly kicked her feet but
to no avail.  The women easily crossed them and bound them at right
angles.  Then a rope was attached to her wrists and fed between her
bound
ankles.  Nora slowly pulled on the rope until Batgirl was in a strict
hog-tie.  Another rope was attached to her elbows and pulled tightly
around her the outside of her shoulders and then up behind her neck and
around her shoulders again to her elbows.  There it was tied off,
effectively pulling her shoulders even further back. 

'Turn her over.'

The two women obliged and Batgirl was turned on her back.

'Hold open her knees.'

'What are you doing to me?' Batgirl pleaded, trying to fight to no
avail. 

'It's just a part of the game, Batgirl.  I think you'll enjoy it.'

Nora unsnapped the crotch of Batgirl purple bodystocking to reveal her
pussy. 

'God! What are you doing!?  Stop!' Batgirl pleaded as Nora, took out a
object, put a small amount of KY Jelly on it and careful inserted it
into
her.  Then she resnapped the crotch of her bodystocking and quickly
added
a tight crotchrope, holding the object inside. 

'Uncomfortable Batgirl?...good.  Now it time for you to decide your own
destiny...OK girls, let's introduce Batgirl to the Ramp of Decision!'

With that they picked her up and carried her struggling bound body to
the
next room. 

******************************

The next room was large with a very tall ceiling.  In the center of the
room was a very large and elaborate looking device.  It was made up of a
steel frame that held a circular pole.  The pole was attached to the
frame
at both ends.  The pole itself, started at about shoulder height and
extended upward at an angle of about thirty degrees.  It was thirty feet
long and about three feet in diameter.  The pole started off black at
the
bottom, and then every five feet it turned a lighter shade until at the
top it was almost white.  On the side of the pole in each gradient
section
there was writing.  At the top of the pole was a huge clock. 

'This is the Ramp of Decision, Batgirl.  There is a little bell at the
top.  All you have to do to go free, is to make it to the top, and ring
the bell before the thirty minute time limit.  Of course this would be
easy if you weren't all tied up, but that the whole fun of this little
exercise.  You'll notice that the pole is split into sections.  If you
don't make it up to the top, your death will be chosen by the section
that
you are in, when time expires. 

'Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?'

'Oh no, that would be too easy.  If I had wanted that, I could have just
let you drown in the Clavicsand.  This is much more delicious.  I get to
watch you struggle to get to the top.  And I recommend that you do
struggle.  Each section down from the top, determines a more and more
nasty death.  You see at the very top section is "Orgasm", the next
one is
"Tickle", then "Whip", then "Shock", Then "Sever" and finally here at
the
bottom, "Clavic's Choice".  This one particularly nasty and I wouldn't
recommend that you end up here.  If you fall off, the net below the
pole,
will catch you and that counts as the lowest ranking.  Are you ready?'

'Do I have a choice?' Batgirl asked defiantly. 

'Well, now that you mention it.....NO.  Girls!'

Batgirl was taken to the ramp and placed on top of the pole.  Unable to
use her hands, she had to use her knees and thighs to hold on. 

'One final thing.' Nora said pulling out a harness ball gag. 

'No..please...' Batgirl pleaded, but Nora was already pushing the red
rubber ball into her mouth.  She attached the strap under her chin and
behind her head, and pulled the strap over the top and her head,
attaching
it to the strap behind her neck.  Then she took out a thin piece of rope
and attached it the harness.  She fed the rope though her elbow ropes,
pulled it tight and tied it off, forcing her chin off the pole. 

'MMMMph...MmphMm! Batgirl protested to no avail.

'There perfect.  Ready? 

'MMMPh! Batgirl screamed into her gag.

'I'll take that as a yes.  GO!.'  Nora said, as she activated the clock 
mechanism.

Batgirl began immediately.  Using her knees she slowly shimmied her
way up
the pole.  Soon she neared the second section.  As soon as she entered
it,
the object that Nora had inserted earlier, began to vibrate.  Batgirl
stopped, gripping the pole with her knees. 

'Oh did I forget to mention that I inserted a remote controlled vibrator
in you; With each new section, the intensity of the vibrator will
increase.'

Batgirl didn't have time to get upset and continued up the pole. 
Progress
was slow and exhausting, and as she climbed the vibration in her pussy
intensified.  She tried not to get excited, but it was no use:  the
higher
she climbed the more turned on she got. 

She looked up at the clock.  Twenty five minutes to go and she was
already
nearing section three.  She would make it easily.  But as Batgirl
entered
the third section, she felt some thing wet and slimy under her belly and
stocking thighs.  Batgirl knew immediately what is was.  Nora began to
laugh, realizing that the grease had been released along the length of
the
pole. 

'Yes Batgirl, it's grease.  It's all along the outside of the pole now. 
Don't ..... slip.'

Just as she said that, Batgirl felt herself begin to slide slowly down
the
pole.  She began to struggle wildly, trying to gain some type of
control,
but it was useless.  She continued to move down the suddenly slippery
pole
until she reached the bottom, completely disheartened. 

Nora came over to Batgirl and cut the hog-tie rope. 

'There.  That ought to give you a little help.  You ought to get going. 
Trust me you don't want to be down here when the time expires.'

Batgirl, slowly began her trek back up the pole.  She was much more
careful now and took her time.  Even though it was slippery, she was
able
to very methodically inch her way upward.  Inward and downward with her
stocking feet, then her knees forward an inch, then her body
forward.... 
The vibration in her pussy slowly increased, adding to her torment.  It
was getting harder and harder to concentrate.  By level four Batgirl had
broken into a heavy sweat.  Making the journey even more treacherous. 

At level five the vibrator began to pulsate wildly.  It took Batgirl by
suprise and almost caused her to miss a step in her regime.  She was
nearing orgasm.  She tried to hold off but it was impossible.  She
looked
at the clock.  Less than five minutes left.  Level five was a
nightmare. 
The grease flow out of the pole increased and the vibrators silent
vibrations got even heavier.  Batgirl plodded on, her bound body shaking
from the exhaustion and tension of near orgasm. 

She entered level six.  Two minutes left.  The vibration intensified
to a
monstrous peak.  Batgirl saw the bell in front of her.  Four feet
away...Then at the worst possible time, her body gave into the vibrators
deadly temptation and orgasmed. 

There was nothing she could do but hold on for dear life.  Wave after
wave
of passion washed over her, as she rode out the storm.  Finally, it was
over.

Batgirl looked up at the clock;  There were only thirty seconds left.  
Realizing how little time was remaining, she panicked.  Abandoning her 
careful rhythm that had allowed her to climb up the incredible slippery 
pole with the user of her arms, she slipped.  She stopped moving as
soon 
as she felt the soft nylon of her bodystocking slip on the greasy pole, 
but by then, it was too late;  She had already lost traction, and was 
beginning to slide helplessly downward.

Her worst fears realized, she struggled wildly to regain herself, but
could not do so.  to her utter dismay, she found that no amount of
struggling could stop her downward momentum.  In fact, her speed only
increased.  She stopped struggling and watched in horror, as she
descended
down the pole;  Finally coming to rest at the very bottom, just as time
expired. 

Nora Clavical walked up to the broken form of Bargirl, leaned over her 
and whispered in her ear in mock compassion.

'Oh Batgirl.... you were so close.  I really thought you have a
chance.  
But close doesn't count.  The selection is Clavic's Choice.  How 
delicious.  I'm afraid that you're going to wish I had left you in the 
Clavicsand, Batgirl....'

TO BE CONTINUED......

What could be worse than Clavicsand? Stay tuned.....


PART III


Well here it is.  Part 3.  Sorry, it took far too long.  If you are
offended by fetishism, lesbianism, bondage, etc, do yourself a favor,
don't read it.  As always your comments are welcome. 





Batgirl looked up at the clock;  There were only thirty seconds left. 
Realizing how little time was remaining, she panicked.  Abandoning her
careful rhythm that had allowed her to climb up the incredibly slippery
pole without use of her arms, she slipped.  She stopped moving as soon
as
she felt the soft nylon of her bodystocking slip on the greasy pole, but
by then, it was too late;  She had already lost traction, and was
beginning to slide helplessly downward. 

Her worst fears realized, she struggled wildly to regain herself, but
could not do so.  To her utter dismay, she found that no amount of
struggling could stop her downward momentum.  In fact, her speed only
increased.  she stopped struggling and watched in horror, as she
descended
down the pole;  Finally coming to rest at the very bottom, just as time
expired. 

Nora Clavical walked up to the broken form of Batgirl, leaned over her
and
whispered in her ear in mock compassion. 

'Oh Batgirl.... you were so close.  I really thought you had a chance. 
But close doesn't count.  The selection is Clavic's Choice.  How
delicious.  I'm afraid that you're going to wish I had left you in the
Clavicsand, Batgirl....'

*         *         *         *         *         *         

The Perils of Batgirl
The Weatherman
October 94


Chapter 3

'Remove her from the pole.'  Nora commanded.

Batgirl was lifted off the slimy pole and held before Nora, the front of
her purple bodystocking glistening with the mixture of sweat and slime. 
Her head was still held up by the harness ballgag, that Nora had so
thoughtfully inserted.  Nora approached her and casually slid her hand
down Batgirl's body, pausing to caress her breasts, which were covered
in
ooze. 

'Ooo, Batgirl, you're filthy.  You seem to be making rather a habit of
that lately.  Girls, take Batgirl, and get her cleaned up again.  I want
her to look her best for her grand finale.'

Opera and Vinyl led the still bound Batgirl back to the shower, cut the
bodystocking from her bound body, and to Batgirl's infinite relief,
removed the ballgag.  Then the women took infinite pleasure in cleansing
her thoroughly.  When they were satisfied that she was clean AND
substanially aroused, they led Batgirl back to a small room where Nora
stood waiting, gun in hand. 

'Remove her restraints.'

Opera opened a switch-blade knife and quickly cut through the ropes
holding Batgirl's arms tightly behind her back. While Batgirl rubbed the
circulation back into her wrists and elbows, Vinyl exited briefly, then
returned, carrying a familiar purple outfit. 

'Look Batgirl' Nora said, gesturing to the outfit that Vinyl had in her
arms. 'While you were "hanging around" last night, I had Opera clean
your
costume for you...  PUT IT ON.'

Batgirl, looked down momentarily at the large caliber 
firearm which Nora was pointing at her midsection, then 
took the purple, latex teddy and black pantyhose from 
Vinyl.

'I think it only fitting that you are properly attired when they find
you.' Nora added. 

With a brief look of protest, Batgirl sat down on a small stool, and
pulled on the pantyhose.  Then she stood, and with effort, slid into the
extremely tight teddy.  She allowed Vinyl to help her with the zipper,
and
then turned, faced Nora, and put her hands on her hips defiantly. 

Nora erupted into a huge smile.

'Oh Batgirl, your so precious.  Always the crimefightress.  Well, we'll
see how defiant your are once you've had a taste of my new invention. 
Girls, let's introduce Batgirl to the Molded Damsel!' 

The girls opened a large door and exited, only to return seconds later,
pulling a large platform, atop of which was a huge robot-like object. 
It
was smooth and futuristic looking, and made of what looked like black
fiberglass.  It's arms and legs were straight and spread in a X
configuration.  All in all, Batgirl thought to herself, it looked like a
huge, black gingerbread man with its arms in the air.  Where the face
would have been, had been cut away revealing a hollow interior. 

Vinyl set the wheel locks and climbed up on platform.  She reached
behind
the figure and pushed a button.  With the slightest of noises, the
entire
front of the figure slid open and slightly forward; then hinged at the
bottom, tilting down until it was almost horizontal.  Once opened,
Batgirl
could see that the inside was contoured to the human body.  And once
closed, the figure would trap a person like a medieval iron maiden. 

Batgirl removed her gaze from the device and looked over at Nora, who
was
busy watching her reaction. 

'Intriguing, isn't it Batgirl?  Care for a closer look?'

'I can see it just fine from here'

'Oh, I insist... GIRLS!'

If it weren't for the gun, Batgirl would certainly have resisted, for
though she didn't know exactly what was in store for her, she knew with
Nora perpensity for fiendish contraptions, it wasn't going to be good. 
Still, the gun was aimed at her midsection, so she had little choice
but to
let Vinyl and Opera lead her atop the platform.  They turned her
around to
face Nora, and shoved her backwards against the inside of the figure. 

'Step up on the footrests, Batgirl.'  Nora Ordered.

Batgirl, obliged and found that the footrests were no restful at all
They
were shaped like extremely high heeled shoes, and as she stood on them,
Batgirl found she was forced to stand on her tiptoes. 

'Good.  Now lean back.'

Batgirl, looked down at the gun and then at the two women next to her. 
Then she leaned back into the contoured interior of the figure.  It was
not hard, but soft and rubbery, and conformed to her body's every curve
like a soft, clay mold. 

'Girls...'

Opera and Vinyl quickly made sure that Batgirl would not have second
thoughts about being so cooperative.  Bright blue straps which were
affixed to the inside of the figure quickly immobilized her at her
ankles,
wrists and waist, as well as around her neck.  When they were finished
Batgirl could barely move. 

'Isn't this a little overkill Nora, even for you?'  
Batgirl commented.  'Obviously, when this thing is 
closed, these straps will be pointless.  I won't be able 
to move once you close this thing.'

'Oh, you'll be moving Batgirl.  You'll be rocking and 
rolling in there soon.  Opera, zip her up!'

Opera reached behind the figure and pushed a button.  The front of the
figure tilted up again until it was vertical, and then closed sealing
Batgirl inside, her face visible in the cut-away portion of the head. 

Batgirl had fully expected the front of the figure to fit like the back,
but was still amazed at how tight and form fitting it was as it closed
around her.  For instance, instead of just pushing her breasts against
her
body, it cupped them.  The only area that wasn't super tight was her
head. 
She was able to move it within the cavity and look out on the wicked
face
of Nora, who climbed up on the platform and stood before her, smiling. 

'Comfortable Batgirl?' Nora asked, wickedly.

'It's not too bad.' Batgirl replied.  'Actually it's rather cozy.'

'Really?'

Nora reached behind the figure and Batgirl heard a quiet click. 

'We'll see about that.'

Suddenly, Batgirl felt areas within the figure press even closer to her
body.  On and around her breasts, behind her knees and especially
between
her spread legs.  Something pushed up against her pussy, causing Batgirl
to flinch. 

Then she felt the area around her breasts begin to tingle.  It was like
finger nails softly touching her, then hands messaging, then pinching. 

'Ouch!' Batgirl exclaimed and strained against her bonds.

Suddenly, with a loud clack, the straps holding her wrists and ankles
pulled slightly apart stretching her body like a medeaval rack. 

'Augh!'

'Oh, I'm sorry Batgirl, I forgot to explain the idea of this device. 
Think of it as magic fingers, with a kick.  As you are now probably
already aware, hidden inside the soft interior are a number of sensory
agents, all designed with one idea in mind: To give you the greatest
orgasm, you've ever had.'

The area between Batgirl's thighs awakened and Batgirl felt something
wet,
first caress and then vibrate against her clitoris, sending shock waves
across her body.  She arched her feet and again the machine tightened
ever
so slightly, pulling her limbs further apart. 

'Ah!' Batgirl exclaimed again.

'It's also programmed to make sure it's the LAST orgasm you'll ever
have. 
Unfortunately, the machines sensors are programmed to tighten if you
move. 
Of course, you will find it impossible not to respond to the machine's
stimulus.  It will continue to arouse you, until eventually, you orgasm
and are pulled apart at the seams...' Nora said, breaking into a wicked
laugh. 

'You bitch!'

CLACK

'Ah!' Batgirl screamed, as the machine tightened once more. 

'I would love to stay and watch...  You know me, I just love to watch
you
struggle, but I am afraid we must be off.'

Nora turned away momentarily as if to leave, and then 
turned back to face Batgirl, whose eyes were closed and 
head was tilted back, mouth slightly open, obviously in 
the midst of another pleasure wave.

'Oh, and I'm afraid that this machine won't respond to your cries for
mercy like I did.  In fact you'll find it has no compassion what so
ever. 
It will just continue it's slow, diabolical little job until...'

CLACK

'Ahh!'

'... Well at least you'll die... smiling!'

Nora stepped down off the platform and ushered the girls outside. But
she
couldn't help but turn just as she neared the door and deliver one
parting
blast. 

'Don't move!'

And then she turned, laughter echoing down the stone hallway as she
left. 
Batgirl was left alone with her fate clearly laid out before her.  The
machine continued to arouse her, slowly caressing her body, and when she
responded, it would stretch her slightly more.  It was relentless.  She
concentrated on keeping as perfectly still as possible, but the tension
within her body would slowly build, until it was torturous.  Then
against
her will, her body would respond, causing the machine to tighten
slightly
more, until finally she was stretched to her maximum.  And the cycle
would
begin again. 

Nora had certainly outdone herself.  After just a short time, Batgirl's
body was dripping with sweat from the strain and arousal. She was
helpless
to stop it.  The pain from her limbs was becoming intense, and merged
with
the incredible pleasure, until they were inseparable. 

The machines deadly activations had stepped up a notch. She would orgasm
soon.  She knew what would happen then:  She would die.  The machines
sensations built again.  Batgirl felt a touch begin at her feet and
slowly
move upward between her thighs to her aching pussy.  It searched out her
most vulnerable area and slowly began to vibrate.  At the same time
small
points of pressure began to move around and under her breasts, sucking
at
her nipples, biting, messaging. 

The passion grew once more inside of her and she knew that she could
hold
out no more.  The vibration on her clitoris increased until she could
think of nothing but letting go, releasing to her pleasure, knowing full
well, that if she did, she would die.  

She didn't care anyone.  She had no more strength left.  Her entire body
stiffened in expectation of what was to come.  Then suddenly the door to
the room flew open. 

'Batgirl!'

It was Batman.

'Oh my god!..... Batman! ... turn..ah... this... machine off.ff! 
.........Hurry!'

Batman flew up onto the platform, found the button that turned the
machine
off, and pushed it. 

Just as he did so, Batgirl came, in a rush of emotion that she couldn't
comprehend.  Wave upon wave of pleasure rocked her body with such
abandon,
that she was completely unaware of herself, until the waves subsided had
and she found that Batman had opened the machine and was freeing her
wrists and ankles.  Exhausted, she fell into Batman's waiting arms. 

'Batgirl, are you allright?'

Batgirl was limp, but came around quickly.

'Oh thank-you, Batman!  I thought that I was stretched.  How did you...
Nora!  She's gone!' Batgirl exclaimed, realizing that Nora must have
escaped. 

'Don't worry about Nora and her gang.  They are aren't going anywhere.'

Batman lead Batgirl back to the playroom, where Nora, Opera and Vinyl
were
all up to their breasts in Clavicsand. 

'Well it seems like the Clavic trio have been caught in their own sandy
soup.'

'Batgirl, Please! Get us out of here!  Were drowning!' Opera pleaded. 

Batgirl walked up to the ring that enclosed the synthetic quicksand and
smiled. 

'Oh you shouldn't move...' Batgirl said, dipping her stocking foot into
the thick white slurry and making small rings in it's viscous surface.
 'I
think maybe it's fitting that you should all perish at the hands of your
own sadistic sludge.'

'Oh god no, Batgirl.  Please turn it off!'

Batgirl glanced at Batman and then back at the women, who 
like Batgirl earlier, could not help but move slightly in the deadly 
quicksand.  Each slight movement causing their bodies to sink lower and 
lower, until only their heads remained above the surface.

'BATGIRL! PLEASE!'

Batgirl slowly walked around the ring of quicksand and then stepped up
on
the walkway.  Then she paused, before finally flicking the switch that
turned the fiendish synthetic quicksand off.  Before the women could
lift
their arms, the slurry quickly congealed around them, trapping them up
to
their necks in heavy sand. 

'Well Batman?  Should we go?'

'Why not?  Everything here is under control.'

'You can't leave us like this!' Nora screamed.

'The police will be here shortly to dig you out.' Batgirl said as she
walked down the corridor.  'Don't move....!'

*         *         *         *         *         *         *


Once outside, it dawned on Batgirl that the Boy Wonder was missing. 

'Batman, where is Robin?

'He's out checking out the other fetishwear factory.  There are only two
in Gotham City you know.'

'Yes I know.' Batgirl said smiling, as she straddled her Batgirl cycle
and
kick-started it.  'How about dinner?'

'I'm afraid that I will have to take a rain check.  I promised Robin
that
I would take him fishing.'

'Oh well...next time' Batgirl said, as she turned her cycle to the
street. 
She took a final look at Batman, thought momentarily about the wasted
opportunity, and sped off into the night. 

*        *        *        *        *        *        *        
*

She arrived home exhausted.  She took off her Batgirl outfit, washed it
and hung it up to dry.  It was latex;  It would dry quickly.  Then she
slipped into a hot bath, her joints still aching from the stretch of
Nora's machine.  She felt lucky to be alive.  She momentarily wondered
if
she was crazy for continuing her crimefighting activities.  Then the
thought was pushed aside, as the soft, soapy sponge slid down her body
and
between her legs.  She wondered what tomorrow would bring. 

*        *         *         *         *         *         *

Barbara awoke refreshed.  The morning was bright and cheerful.  She had
slept well.  Her right shoulder was still a little stiff, but it would
be
OK.  She put on a black bustier, thong bikini brief, garter belt and
black
stockings, then covered it up with a gray wool business suit.  She
looked
in the mirror at her conservative exterior, and smiled.  She wondered
which outfit was really her.  She grabbed a bagel and fled out the door,
getting to work exactly on time, as usual. 

There was a melee at the Library.  As she entered the building, Tracy,
her
assistant came up to her, flustered. 

'Barbara! We've had a break in.'

'How can you tell?' Barbara said, looking around.  Everything appeared
normal. 

'When I unlocked the doors this morning, this was on your desk.  It
wasn't
here when I locked up on Saturday.'

Tracy produced a small back box, wrapped in shiny, black wrapping paper
and decorated with a big pink bow.  There was a card attached, addressed
to Barbara Gordon.  It was unsigned. 

Barbara took the box and opened it carefully.  Inside was 
a jet-black kitten with a bright pink collar.

'Oh how cute!' Tracy said, reaching into the box before Barbara could
stop
her. 

'Wait!' Barbara cried, but it was too late.

'Ouch!' Tracy exclaimed as she pulled her hand from the box.  There
was a
small tickle of blood, flowing from a little nick on her finger. 
'Something on the collar pricked-'

And she collapsed.

'Tracy!' Barbara exclaimed!

She felt for a pulse and found none.  She attempted CPR but it was
useless.  Tracy was dead.  She looked into the box and found a note. 


	"This is only the beginning of my revenge.  Soon all
	 Gotham City will hear me roar.

				Catwoman"


Barbara ran to the phone and called her father.  Things were not right
in
Gotham City.  She had a feeling that things were going to get worse. 


*         *         *         *         *         *         *         *

What this?  Catwoman back on the streets of Gotham?!  Holy Sexual Evil
-Purrrsonified!  The best is yet to come. 








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