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Batgirl and Dr. Strangetrousers

If you are not 18, then bugger off and play Nintendo. You have been warned.









Dr. Strangetrousers would never suspect that the cub reporter from the
science journal who interviewed him in the mid afternoon about his
charitable foundation was really none other than Batgirl.

Eight hours later, I crept carefully through the undergrowth, my progress
only notified to the most acute hearing amongst the small animals in the
undergrowth. They did not fear me; they knew not what I was but they could
detect my Batsenses working at the peak of their capacity.

I could see the house now. The security lights would detect the heat from my
body once I stepped out of the protection of the bushes. Sweeping my Batcape
around my face, I stepped slowly out onto the gravel driveway, resting each
foot slowly onto the white stones to reduce the sound of my stealthy
approach. I knew that if my movements were slow enough, and with the
shrouding of my cape, I might just cross to the wall without the infrared
detector picking me up.

As each step progressed, seconds stretched into minutes, minutes balancing
on one leg, moving the other carefully forward, avoiding all sudden
movements.

At last, still in shadow, I touched the rough brick wall with the tips of my
fingers. I swiftly turned my back and pressed against the wall, letting the
Batcape drop from my face. I paused for a few minutes, my lungs heaving air
into my body, regaining my composure after the long stealthy slink across
the driveway. Moving more quickly now, confident that I was inside the area
that the sensors didn't cover, I reached the window that I had tampered with
earlier.

Reaching down to my bulging tool-belt, I felt for the switchblade, released
the button fastener and held it against my latex clad thigh. I always get a
surge of excitement when I use my tools; I carry so many for different
tasks.

With my thumb, I felt for the catch on the side of the blade and pushed
against it. The catch moved slowly along the bone-handled case until it
clicked. The blade shot out, shining in the dim moonlight. Quickly I slipped
the blade between the wooden halves of the window frame and slid it along,
searching for the catch. The blade stopped, pressed hard against the old
brass slide fastener until, with a squeak, the metal moved and sprang
across.

I withdrew the knife quickly and closed the blade by pushing the tip against
the edge of the window frame. No one would see the tiny indentation in the
woodwork. Pausing to listen for sounds of detection, I held my breath: no
sound, no movement, no guards came to apprehend me. After a decent pause, I
stepped forward and stood in front of the window. I grasped the bottom of
the frame and slid it slowly upward, opening a gap at the bottom. Many
burglars make the mistake of opening the window just enough to squeeze
through. I can tell you from experience, Batgirl doesn't make that mistake.
Squeezing thought a small gap takes longer and makes more noise. I opened it
fully and raised my long slim leg to slip through in one easy step. My heart
pounded; I could hear the beating thunder in my head as I carefully slid the
window closed behind me. Cautiously I adjusted the sliding catch and wrapped
a short length of fishing line around the catch, secured with a tiny piece
of scotch tape. On my way out, with the documents from Dr. Strangetrousers'
safe, I would open the window, slip out and close it behind me. From outside
I would pull on the fishing line to close the catch, then I could release
one end and the line would drop free into my waiting hand.

So my plan was perfect as I crossed the room. I cast a shapely shadow from
the moonlight. I noticed how slim I looked in the latex suit and small cape.
Taking a few seconds to calm my nerves I turned and watched my shadow change
shape; I turned sideways and watched the shadow narrow as my breasts came
into profile, small and pert. Looking down I could see the nipples, equally
small and pert sticking out. In all the years as Batgirl, I had never lost
my love of latex.

But time was passing, and I had a job to do, and so my attention went back
to the task in hand. I passed quickly across the room and opened the cabinet
in the corner furthest from the doorway. Crouching, I could see the front of
a safe. It was old, secure looking, but old. I was sure that my Batskills
would enable me to open it with little difficulty.

I slipped my hand back down over the sleek shiny curve of my hip to the
pouch dangling from the tool-belt. Found it! I withdrew my hand and raised
the stethoscope to my ears. With my head bent, I held the cold flat metal
end of the stethoscope against the front of the safe and slowly turned the
milled knob on the safe -- slowly, slowly, click -- and back the other
way -- slowly, click -- and in reverse again -- slowly, ears straining
click, click!

With the second click I felt a pressure behind my ear and started to turn,
but a hand gripped the back of my neck and held me firmly. Whoever had me
was strong; I could feel the fingers digging into either side of my spine.
With a swift pull, the stethoscope had gone, and my hearing returned.

The voice behind me was familiar -- all too familiar -- as the distinctive
tones of Dr. Strangetrousers welcomed me to his home. "So, Batgirl, you
sneak into my house in the middle of the night and interfere with my safe.
No, don't turn round. We have a few options here, now, and none of them are
pleasant for you, Batgirl. Hands out behind your back!" he snapped the last
command at me. I had no option, I decided to play along and pull all the
aces out when I had decided where the aces were.

He quickly fastened my hands together with the flexible tubes of the
stethoscope, knotting firmly to restrain me.

"Stand up slowly and take two paces backward, Batgirl." I rolled onto my
knees and with what grace I could manage raised myself up, one leg at a
time. The effort increased the blood flow to my brain, again I could hear my
heart beating, faster and faster, accelerating inside my head. I took a step
backward as instructed. "Feet together," he whispered. I heard the zip sound
of the cable tie around my ankles. I was bound hand and foot yet still
upright.

Dr. Strangetrousers spoke again. "So, I could shoot you as a thief then call
the police. I'm a respected man; I have a certificate for the gun, but it
would be sad for Batgirl to be labelled a criminal, even in death. Or I can
have some fun: no one knows who you are, I can do as I please with you."

I felt a chill sweep my body just before I felt Dr. Strangetrousers sweep me
off my feet in one powerful grasp. As I was thrown over his shoulder, I
looked down at the floor; his shoes passed repeatedly in front of me as he
walked me through the house. We turned right, or strictly speaking he turned
right and I went with him, not having the power of locomotion any longer, on
up the stairs and into the third door along.

Suddenly, and with little ceremony, I was thrown forward to land on my feet.
Dr. Strangetrousers held me until I regained my balance, I realised that I
was leaning against a solid wooded post that ran from floor to ceiling. From
the top of the post hung a steel cable with a padded manacle cuff on the
end. I heard the doctor release a catch somewhere and then return to the
front of me. His hand reached out and roughly grasped my breast as he leered
at me. All this time my nipples remained stiff and visible through the black
shiny outfit. Damn them.

He pulled at the cuff and I heard a ratchet mechanism whirring. In a few
moments I heard three more ratchets and felt a silk padded cuff close around
each wrist and ankle. The binding stethoscope on my hands was released, but
before I could rub the recirculating blood into them, the doctor started to
turn the handle of the first winch. Within seconds my arm was stretched out
at 45 degrees to my body. He crossed back in front of me and repeated the
winding at the other side; the handle turned rapidly and the cable
tightened. I had seen these fiendishly efficient devices before: they were
boat winches used on the trailers to pull boats aboard. I realised then that
if they could pull a two ton boat along then I was trapped and powerless.

With the cable tie on my ankles released, I was winched into a star shape
and left to dangle that way in the frame, my feet barely touching the
ground. Oh how embarrassing -- caught and bound by Dr. Strangetrousers,
archfiend and deviant scientist, and my nipples were still sticking out.

It must have been getting warmer in the upstairs of the house as I felt the
crotch of my latex leggings getting distinctly damp.

"So, now, Batgirl, I'm going to have some fun with you. Let's see what is in
your bulging tool belt."

I felt him run his hand over the belt and release one of the pockets. He
reached inside and pulled out a pair of small silver clips.

"Ah, so Batgirl, you brought your own nipple clamps; how considerate of you
to save me the trouble," he laughed at me.

"Leave my tools alone, you fiend," I shouted. "They are my tripwire
fasteners," I continued, to little avail, as he placed the first one over my
protruding nipple and let it spring closed. The teeth bit in firmly, but
thankfully, because of the slick rubber of my suit, the discomfort was
reduced to bearable levels. With the second one in place, he returned to
searching my belt.

After a few seconds he pulled something else out and placed it on a small
table in the corner. I felt his hands touch my waist and then the zip on my
latex leggings began to descend. Purely as a matter of personal convenience
of course, I had fitted a zip that ran from front to rear. I felt the zip,
and his hand brush past my groin, loitering to push against my swollen lips,
as he released me from my rubber trousers.

I felt the doctor push something against my pussy, then it started
vibrating.

"Yes, my Batchick, I have found your little purple vibrator. How sweet and
it smells, if I am not mistaken, of your gorgeous delicate cunt-juice."

"NO!" I shouted, "You can't do that with my Batcommunicator" but it was too
late. I felt the rounded tip push between my cunnylips and start to vibrate
its way deep into the moist groove.

He laughed deeply to himself as I hung helplessly with my cunt being
vibrated by the rude intrusion. Mind you, there was a certain something to
be said for having the Batcommunicator thrust up there; it did indeed look
and feel distinctly like a vibrator. Before he left me there, he zipped up
my leggings, trapping the buzzing bomb shape inside my soaking body -- the
evil deviant fiend! The minutes went by as I vibrated closer to a climax,
then, without warning, Dr. Strangetrousers appeared in front of me, this
time without his famous strange trousers. In his hand he gripped his
enormous erect penis. I looked down at it and noticed the shine of the
single dew drop of his lubricating pre-cum on the tip as he rubbed his hand
slowly along the thick shaft.

Without saying a word he reached forward and unzipped my leggings again,
grasped the vibrator from my cunt and pulled slowly. I felt my lips gape
open, the Batcommunicator torn from by cuntal cavity.

Before I could protest any more he stepped forward and pushed the tip of his
evil tool into my body, pushing the air from my lungs with his deep vigorous
thrusts.

I bounced back at him on my wire harness, feeling his hot meat sliding in
and out of my protesting body. I could not take much more of this
punishment; my nipples screamed with the pressure as they swelled under the
restraining pressure of the clips.

Finally, I lost control and came, shouting out loud as my body betrayed me.
The evil Dr. Strangetrousers had defiled me and I was in no position to
protest. I pushed my groin against him, trying of course to push him away
from me, but it was too late as my muscles gripped his hot shaft and milked
his steaming sperm, thrust deep into my tight chasm.

I hung, breathless, as he withdrew from my spent body. The warm deposits ran
instantly down the inside of my left thigh, cooling rapidly as they
descended toward my knee. The things we superheroes have to endure in our
fight for law and order, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Visit the Lair of The Fanged One.

http://pages.whowhere.lycos.com/arts/paulinusfang/index.html

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