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Batgirl Undercover

by Robert Cashman


WARNING: THE CONTENTS OF THIS STORY CONTAIN MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL
NATURE, INCLUDING GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF BONDAGE AND NON-CONSENTUAL
SEX.  IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE  OR ARE UNDER 18 READ NO
FURTHER.  THIS STORY IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES IT SHOULD NOT BE
TRADED IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM FOR PROFIT.  I WRITE THIS FOR MY
PLEASURE AND YOURS ONLY. COMMENTS, IDEAS, AND SUGGESTIONS ARE ALWAYS
WELCOME BY THE AUTHOR WHO IS NOT A PROFESSIONAL WRITER

Barbara Gordon sat listening, as her father, Police Commissioner Jim
Gordon complained for what seemed like the 40th time that evening
about the drug trade in Gotham City.

 "I just don't know what else to do, Barbara. I lost two undercover
officers last week during a raid. They knew we were coming and planted
that bomb. Two men, dead. Just like that," he said as he snapped his
finger together.

 "Come on, Dad. I know you're bothered by this, but try and have a
good time," whispered Barbara across the table to her father. "After
all, how many times do we get together at a place like this," she said
glancing around the restaurant. Too Chez was a very expensive French
type bistro.  She had treated her father to a night out, to get his
mind off his troubles running Gotham's police force and her mind off
her troubles. She was still trying to forget her recent ordeal at the
hands of Poison Ivy and even close to a year later, had just returned
to her role as Batgirl.

 "I know, honey. Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight," said
James Gordon, a smile appearing on his weary, craggy face. "I'm glad
you're finally over that bout with the flu you came down with. I just
wish getting rid of these drug dealers was that easy," he said with a
sigh.

 

Later that night, Barbara sat on her couch, overlooking the city in
her apartment. She wasn't ready to return to her former role as the
Dark Angel yet. Her nightmares were becoming less frequent, but she
was still plagued with doubts about how she might react against a foe,
and thus, could not risk the return of Batgirl yet. Plus, she was
thinking of perhaps retiring the Batgirl persona. She had felt, much
like her father, that even Batgirl wasn't helping win the war against
drugs, which was causing most of the crime in Gotham. Perhaps it was
time for a new approach, she thought...from the inside.

 Two days later, Barbara Gordon handed in her request for a leave of
absence from the Gotham Library.  The reason she gave was so she could
work on a book about crime.

 "I'd like to try my hand at writing," she told her supervisor, Mary
Prudy.   "Well, ok, Barbara, but this is just a temporary thing,
right?  You are planning on coming back?"

 "Of course, you know I couldn't leave here, it's home. I just want to
take some time off, write a little..you know. Plus, I'm still a little
out of sort from that battle with the flu bug," smiled Barbara.

 Her request for a leave of absence was immediately granted.

 Barbara intended to get going that very night on her new plan. 


 "Ya can serve, can you?  Don't mind a few obnoxious drunks, things
like that?" said Frank Celso, as he exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke
toward the table where Barbara was sitting.

 "Certainly, Mr. Celso, I can handle those types."

 "Why you want to leave a job as a secretary to work at a dump like
this," said Celso, eyeing Barbara suspiciously.

 "My boss died suddenly, and the new one wanted me to take a large pay
cut and work more hours. I'm sick of that so I told him to stick it
and decided I'd like a little more excitement in my life," replied
Barbara as Celso looked over the application for a waitress in front
of him.  She had filled in her name as Barbara Jones, and with her
knowledge of computers, had easily faked a social security number and
work history. She was betting Celso was too lazy to check it.

 "Ok, you start tonight. No funny business though. Keep the customers
happy and most of all keep your mouth shut about what you see around
here. Ya got that?

 "No problem," Mr. Celso replied Barbara in her best Marilyn Monroe
type voice.

 Barbara had come to the sleazy Mr. B's to work as a waitress. She
knew this was the center of the Gotham drug trade, but the cops had
never been successful at busting either Hunter Parkman or his
lieutenants in the drug trade. Perhaps as Barbara Jones, working
undercover she could discover something, then return as Batgirl. Since
she didn't have to work as one of the strippers on stage, she figured
no one would recognize her in this out of the place corner of Gotham.

 The first night went by in a whir. Barbara hustled one drink after
another for dozens of sleazy, drunkards who groped and pinched her
every chance they got. She had to resist the urge to use her skills to
deck the horny bastards.  Instead, according to plan, she kept her
mouth shut and worked as hard as she ever had.

 After the first week of long nights and an endless parade of drinks,
Barbara was beginning to wonder whether the cops complaints about
Frank Celso were correct, as she wiped her short brown hair which had
been pushed into a bun back into place. Sure, she had seen plenty of
sleazy types enter the back office, but then, it was a strip club and
she hadn't really seen much amiss.  She was aware most of the dancers
were doing drugs, and peddling them, but other than that, hadn't seen
much to warrant attention from Batgirl here. She was growing
frustrated. Here she was, in the supposed center of the drug deals,
and Batgirl couldn't even get inside.

 Several more uneventful nights passed as Barbara grew more irritated
with herself. I'm wasting my time here she thought at the end of her
second week.  A customer had actually slid one of his hands down the
front of her shirt as she bent over to give another customer a drink.
Before she knew what was happening, he had grabbed her breast and
nipple, giving it a squeeze as he laughed. She was about to judo kick
the pervert, but instead, caught herself and just pointed her finger
at him, admonishing him never to do it again.

 "Barbara, want to come party with us tonight after work," one of the
dancers she knew as Desiree asked her as Barbara gave her a gin and
tonic. "I think Celso is going to show and supply us with some party
favors, if you get my drift," she laughed as she stood in front of
Barbara, her breasts exposed for all to see.

 "Oh, I don't know," said Barbara shaking her head.

 "Come on. I know you're shy, girl, but let's party. Celso knows how
to party and after work some of us head to his office. He's got a pool
back there, a bar, it's a great place to hang and relax. Besides, you
look like you could use a little loosening up."

 Realizing this might be the chance she was looking for to get inside,
Barbara said, "Ok, I'll be there after work. What do I do?  Just show
up or what?

 "Yea...just come to the back office. I'll be back there and I can
escort you back to where the real fun begins. Celso's a real nut about
the cops so he keeps a party room and pool area in out behind the
building next door. That way, the cops come to bust us and he's gone,"
Desiree said with a laugh.   

 About 3 a.m. after the bar had closed, Barbara showed up at the
office. As promised, Desiree showed her to the back of the building
next door. On a roof-top, out of view, was a huge area with a pool, a
very large apartment with a well stocked bar and a number of
well-appointed bedrooms. "This must be it, thought Barbara as she
walked into the party.

 Dozens of the girls from the club were there, as were members of
Gotham's underworld.

 "My God. Just think if they knew Batgirl was here," smiled Barbara as
she took a drink of wine from Desiree.

 Barbara tried to nurse her wine for the next several hours, but was
supplied with a constant re-fill.  Hunter supplied a large amount of
cocaine, speed and every other type of drug was there for the asking,
although even she had to admit, the party was fun.  She even wound up
in the pool, still in her dress after getting pushed in.  Although
there was no shortage of drugs here, she still hadn't seen anything
Batgirl could arrest and really send Celso to jail on.

 The next week passed by quickly. Once she figured she passed muster,
Barbara was invited almost every night to the "party deck" as the
strippers all called it.  She knew there must be more going on, but
still hadn't cracked the inside. I've got to break in, do something
bold," she told herself, or this is just a pleasant diversion.

 That night, after being offered some cocaine to snort, this time
Barbara drew a breath.  It was a tough line to cross, but it's time to
nail this criminal or give up, she realized. She knew this was some
sort of test. Any cop would refuse. Refusal would mean she'd end up on
the outside looking in.

"HHHUUHHHH" as she breathed in a heavy snort of coke with one nostril.
"HUUUHHH" as she tooted more coke with the other nostril. Little did
she know, the type of cocaine Celso was offering was mixed with speed
and some other synthetic drugs, which made the coke extremely
addictive.  The effect was almost instant, and wonderful. My God, so
THIS is what it's like, as she laughed out loud. "I feel great!" she
shouted to everyone as the girls looked at her and clapped. That
night, despite her best efforts, Barbara snorted coke, and topped it
off with speed. She knew she was high, very high, but could not
overcome the complete feeling of euphoria she felt. She was on top of
the world, and she would nail Celso now, she just knew it!!!

 She got tossed in the pool again about six a.m. as the party was
winding down. As she got out, soaking wet, her breasts and nipples
were shining through her soaked blouse, Celso approached her.

 "Here, Barbara. Here's some dry clothes. You can use that room over
there to change," as he tossed them to her.

 The clothes fell to the ground as Barbara tried to catch them.
However, she was too stoned to stand up straight much less, catch
anything. She bent over, grabbed the clothes and ran into the room to
get out of her dress.

 As she changed out of her wet dress and stood there, naked, she was
started to find Celso had entered the room behind her and was watching
her.

 "Mr. Celso...what...." but before she could say more he put a hand
around her and began gently kissing her on the lips and caressing her
exposed pussy with his other hand.

 "UHHMMM....No......." moaned Barbara, so high and horny she couldn't
resist. 

 "I've been watching you, Barbara," whispered Celso into her ear. " I
know you try to hide your assets, but I can see what you have. I need
someone I can trust. Someone who's smart. You're different, not like
the other girls. I haven't quite figured you out yet, but I will," as
he pulled her onto the bed as he unzipped his fly.

 "No....No....." as Barbara tried to resist but her willpower was
sapped. She was too woozy to resist much and Celso's hand felt so good
on her bare vagina, which was beginning to get wet and he fingered her
clitoris, gently flicking it with his finger.

 "Ohhhhh," moaned Barbara letting out a gasp as Celso entered her with
his finger. He probed her inside ever so gently, just rubbing her
clitoris gently as she lay on the bed, her eyes closed, kissing one of
the Gotham's most notorious criminals and moaned.

 "Ohhhhh.......Ohhhhhhhhh..." as Celso finger continued to slide back
and forth across her clitoris.

As high as she was, it didn't take long for Barbara to climax. She
hadn't had a lover in some time, so the feeling of anything inside
her, other than her dildo was most welcome.

"Ohhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhhh...as she began to breathe heavier as his
fingers probed her insides.  Celso stopped kissing her on the lips and
moved his lips down to her size 36-C cup breasts, sucking one then the
other with his mouth. That, combined with his finger was enough to
bring her to orgasm.

"OHHHHHH....UGGGGHHHHHHHH...she screamed as she succumed to a
tremondous orgasm, her back arching as her pussy tried to take in more
and Parkman's hand. A number his fingers had moved up inside of her
vagina now, as he shook her clitoris and she again was struck by
another even stronger orgasm.

""OOHHH.....GOOOOODDDDDDDD.......UUUUGGGGGGGGGGG" she wailed as the
thunderous orgasm struck her.

 The special drugs Celso had given her made her breasts and vagina
extra sensitive. It felt to her as though her skin had been stripped
away, exposing raw nerves she never knew were there.

 As she lay there, weak from the two orgasms, she put her arms around
Celso and kissed him on the mouth, as she felt him withdraw his hand
and felt his penis touching her labia.

 Pleaseee...nooo...can't let him take me like this, she thought but it
was too late as she felt his full penis penetrate her lips as he slide
into her..

 Coherent thought was long gone, the drugs had washed that away and
the orgasm had left her panting like an animal waiting for more.

 She fell into rhythm as she felt Parkman's erect penis begin to throb
in her, filling her and she slid up and down on it while he kissed
her, his tongue probing her mouth.

 "Ohhh yess....yess....." she moaned as she headed toward another wave
of pleasure. "Ohhhh...Gooddddddd....uuugggghhhhhhh," she cried as she
felt his pelvis strike hers, his full penis enveloped inside of her.

 "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.......UUUGGGGGGHHH....UGGGGHHHHHHHH......UGGGHHHHHH"
she screamed so loud she thought half of Gotham could probably hear as
her whole inside seemed to explode. Her entire pelvic area seemed to
explode as she laid there, screaming with pleasure, riding Celso's
bone as her vagina throbbed with pleasure, clamping down on Celso's
penis and the pair continued to writhe.  Her body now glistening with
the sweat of passion as she held Celso close so he couldn't escape her
pussy which was now soaked.

"UGGGGHHHHHHHHH.....GGOOOOOODDDD"  gasped Celso as Barbara Gordon felt
him explode inside of her, as she tightened her pussy to milk more of
his semen from him.

 Over the next two hours, the pair continued to make love, as Parkman
fed Barbara more coke and speed to keep her going. Finally, after
three hours of lovemaking in total, she collasped, unable to get up as
she lay on top of Parkman, his dick still in her as she slept.

 

 The next night was her night off. "Boy, too tired to be Batgirl
tonight," thought Barbara.  She realized she was a little depressed at
not being at Celso's side,  as she poured herself a glass of wine.
Later, as she sat in her apartment, alone she thought, "Why not?"
grabbed her car keys and headed down to the club.

Hi, Desirree, where's the boss?" she said as she walked in in a tight
shirt, making the best use of her size 34-C cup breasts.

 "He's in the office," she nodded as Barbara headed toward the office
in the back of the club.

 "Barbara, what are you doing here," Celso demanded as he looked up
from some paperwork.

 "Just thought I'd stop by, boss," she said flippantly as she batted
her eyes at him.

 "Well, aren't I the lucky one," he said a he grabbed her and drew her
close to him and kissed her on the lips. "Ummmm..you feel good," he
whispered as he kissed her again and ran his hand down the front of
her lightweight shorts, fingering her pussy.

 "Here, try some of this, if you think you had a good orgasm last
night," he said throwing her a capsule of something.

 She looked at it, as Pitt laughed and began to explain what to do
with it.

 "This will enhance your senses, Barbara. REALLY enhance your senses,"
he explained as he ripped open the capsule and held it up under her
nose. "Go on. Take it," he urged her.

 Barbara hesitated. She knew one night was not going to mean Celso was
beginning to trust her. She took a large noseful of the powerful
powder and instantly felt her heart begin racing, her senses heighten.

 Before Barbara knew what was happening Celso placed her on top of the
desk, unzipped his pants and pulled down her shorts, all in a manner
of a couple of seconds. Barbara Gordon was now sitting on Frank
Celso's desk, naked from the waist down as he slid his penis past her
lips and into her, causing her to gasp.

 "Oh....Frank..." moaned Barbara as she began to thrust her hips,
unable to contain her lust."Slam me, slam me!" she demanded as Celso
began to thrust harder and harder on her pelvis.

 Barbara felt another incredible climax building in her as Celso began
to gently kiss her neck. It was enough to send Barbara over the edge
as she seized with his penis in her.

"UGGHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed as he pulled her close, muffling her
scream.He continued to pound her, pulling almost all the way out of
her, then thrusting in, past her clitoris.

 "Ahhhhh....ummmmmmphhhhhhhh" was all she could manage as Barbara
Gordon climaxed again and again as she lay down on the desk and closed
her eyes and surrounded him with her powerful legs.  On her third
orgasm she felt Celso seize in her as she clamped down on his penis,
eager to keep him in her as long as she could.

 Twenty-minutes later, as the pair lay on top of his desk, Celso still
inside of her, Barbara lay back weakly on the desk. She was still
high. Her body was soaked with perspiration and her brown-haired
vagina was matted with cum and sweat.

 "Barbara, I don't want you to leave my side. I've never had sex like
this with anyone. There's something about you, something I can't quite
figure yet," smiled Celso, "but I know I want you here with me
tonight," as he kissed her again and she felt him seize again in her
womb.

 Barbara spend the rest of the evening with Celso as she accompanied
him to the nightly partly on the roof.  That night, Barbara stayed
high most of the night, inhaling one line after another of potent
cocaine. Her mind and heart were racing.  She knew it was wrong, but
could not beleive the high she got from being with Celso she thought
as her drugged mind fell off to sleep, the body of Celso on top of
her, his penis inside of her for the umpteenth time that night.


 That morning, she awoke with a terrible hangover from the partying
and drugs. Although her mind was in a semi-fog, Barbara managed to
pull herself out of Celso's bed. He continued to lay on the bed,
snoring loudly as she began to rumage through his desk, intent on
trying to find something, anything about his business.

 "Ah, here it is," she thought with glee as she came across a list of
suppliers. Although there were no names, only numbers, there were
pager numbers on the list, something Batgirl would be able to trace
with no problem.

"Honey, where are you," moaned Celso as he started to wake up.

 "Ah, just getting dressed" answered Barbara quickly as she shut the
desk. "Damm, I'll have to get in here later," she thought to herself
as she returned to Celso.

 After Barbara left, Celso called on of his assistants. "Rocko, follow
Jones home and toss her apartment. I want to know if she's legit. I
really like her, but I'm not takin' any chances, got it?"

 "Got it, boss," said Rocko with a nod.

   Barbara had the next two days off and enjoyed them. She had dinner
with her uncle, Commissioner Gordon and relaxed around her apartment.
Several times she opened her secret closet, the one containing her
Batgirl costume but decided against returning to the streets yet as
Batgirl. The second night she went out with some friends to a hot
disco she had heard about and stayed out til closing. Although she had
a couple of beers, her close friends weren't into the drug scene,
although while she was in the bathroom she could hear a score going
down. She had to admit, she wouldn't mind some cocaine.

Two days later  Celso called in Rocko.

 "Rocko, what did you find when you followed Jones home?

 "Boss, er...well...when she left last night to go out with friends we
picked the lock on her apartment. She had a pretty good security
system, but nothing I hadn't seen before. We tossed the apartment and
came up empty handed, until we found a fake closet. Ah..."

"What, what?" Celso demanded. "Goddammed it, is she some kind of cop
or what?"

 "Well...we found a Batgirl costume and a utility belt. I think it was
the real thing. The belt contained all kinds of devices and gagets.
The costume appeared to be made from a bulletproof material, boss."

 "I don't believe it...Batgirl...Barbara Jones?"

 "Actually, her real name is Barbara Gordon, as in police commissioner
Gordon's daughter.

 "This is too much," gasped Celso. "Gordon is Batgirl and she's
obviously working undercover. Oh boy. Well, little does she know we're
gonna play her like a fiddle," said Celso clapping his hands.  "Let's
put a 24-hour tail on her, make sure she's really Batgirl and not some
nut dressed up in a costume, and get Desiree in here."


 That night, Celso called Barbar and told her it was slow and not to
come in, although she would have to work the next few nights in a row.
It was a hot, sultry night. Perfect for some crime in Gotham, Barbara
thought as she looked out over the city after putting down the phone.
A perfect night for Batgirl to return as she went into her bedroom and
activiated the wall in her closet.  As it turned it revealed her
Batgirl costume and equipment. She stripped down to her panties and an
athletic bra. Then she pulled on the pants of her Batgirl costume.

 "I'll wear the lightweight, Kelvar tonight," she thought, "gonna be a
hot one out there," as she zipped up the black pants that clung
tightly to her legs and thighs.

 Then, she donned her upper costume. Putting her hands into the arms
like a shirt and zipping it up her front. The zipper was cleverly
concealed so almost no one could see the seam where it zipped. She
stood in front of the mirror. Her breasts made the yellow bat symbol
over her chest stick out even more as she admired the costume. Next
came the boots and gloves. Finally she was almost ready. Save for the
mask, she was Batgirl, although the woman without the mask was still
Barbara Gordon with short brown hair. She grabbed her red wig, placed
it on her head and positioned it and then brought down her mask and
cowl. Batgirl, the most famous female crime fighter of all stared back
at her.

 Unkown to her, as Batgirl left the apartment by a concealed door,
several men were watching her apartment at all times with night vision
TV cameras, which had been positioned strategically on several nearby
buildings.  As Batgirl left the apartment building of Barbara Gordon,
a team located in a nearby van was watching and taping everything.


 Two nights later at her apartment before her shift, Barbara
contemplated the nights events the last time she had worked. She was
in!  She hoped that now, Celso trusted her, and wanted her. Now,
somehow she had to penetrate his inner circle. Find out how he ran the
business and distributed the drugs without getting his hands dirty so
the police couldn't touch him. Plus, she had to lay her hands on that
list. It was a key to shutting him down.  "I've got to maintain
control," she vowed, shaking her head at the thought of Batgirl doing
drugs, as she packed her belongings into her purse and grabbed her car
keys before heading to the club.

 That night, at the party after work, Barbara managed to drink wine
for the first hour, before she realized everybody was doing speed,
herion and coke and making love near the pool. She had just come out
of the ladies room and realized everyone was now naked and making
love, couples were spread out everywhere. 

 "Need some of this, dear," smiled Celso, offering Barbara a large
glass top with a huge line of coke laced with herion on it.

"Sure," laughed Barbara, suspecting once again, she was being
evaluated by Celso.

 "Smmmmhhh.....smmmmhhhhh....ssmmmmmhh" as Barbara Gordon snorted the
potent mixture of coke and herion. Her mind instantly began to race
and the quick high hit her like a freight train, sending her soaring
into the heavens as instant eurphoria took over.

 After several more toots Barbara was flying high, flush with the
excitement of the moment and of getting closer to Celso.  "Here, try
this," he smiled offering her a small capsule.

 "Ah...what's this?" asked Barbara.

 "It's called, Ecstacy, a potent sex drug, my dear. It will make you
feel like nothing you've ever had," he said putting the capsule in her
hand.

 Barbara knew everyone was looking. "Hey, no problem," she laughed as
she quickly downed the capsule. In her already drugged state she
didn't realize how potent this latest drug could be.

 "Come on, let's go into my private office," smiled Celso.

 "Well, er, I don't know," hesitated Barbara, not knowing whether
being alone with him would be a good idea. While she desperately
wanted to know how his operation worked, she wasn't sure she wanted to
wind up having sex with him again.

 "Come on. I really like you, Jones. In fact, I'm thinking of having
you run some of my business. That is, if you're interested.

 Trapped between wanting to bust Cleso and her own misgivings, Barbara
relented reasoning she was doing what it would take to bust him.
Something Batgirl could never do.

 "Ok, but you behave yourself," she giggled as he led her into the
building and through a series of stairways that eventually led to an
inner sanctum. The room was like something out of Playboy, she
thought. Part bedroom, party room and office.  It contained a large
bed, a bar and a traditional desk with some chairs for meetings.

As if he were reading her mind, Celso leaned over and whispered, "This
is where I do my real business, the stuff I don't want the cops to
know about as he leaned over and kissed Barbara on the neck.  He
brought her to him and she could feel his hard dick, poking through
his tight pants as he kissed her on the mouth.

Barbara's heart was beating fast as Celso's hand moved over her lowcut
blouse she wore at the club which clung tightly to her upper torso,
quickly undoing its buttons. The dress came next, as she pulled it off
herself, revealing her body. She laughed as she realized she hadn't
worn a bra that night and was standing there topless, now clad only in
her panties, her breasts staring Celso in the face as he pulled her
down onto the bed.

 She crawled under the covers of the silk sheets as Celso removed his
clothes and got in beside her.

 Had she not been so high, Barbara would have been revulsed at making
love to Celso again and again, but in her condition, she was horny and
turned on by having sex as Barbara Gordon in the liar of one of
Gotham's most notorious criminals.

 "Come on, honey, I want in!!" cried Celso as Barbara got on top of
him and played for a few moments with his penis, her breats dangling
inches away from his mouth. She took Celso in her arms and brought him
tight against her chest, as he began to suck her nipples.

 "Ahhhhhh...that's it...ohhhhhhhh" moaned Barbara as she began to
breathe heavier.  She then took Celso huge member in her hand and
squatted up, placing her pussy over his shaft and lowering down onto
it, as she felt him enter her.

 "Ohhhhhhhhhhh.....ohhhhhhhhhhhh...." she cried as she began to slide
up and down on the blood gorged pole of muscle inside of her, her
heart beating faster and faster.

 She didn't notice the other two men enter the room until she was
pushed over by a firm hand.

 "What?" was all she could utter when she realized another man was
standing behind her, pushing her over in order to stick his penis up
her anus.

"No, no, not that," cried Barbara.

 "Come on, Barbara, relax. It's just Joe. I told him this would be a
great foursome. You and three of us. Relax, babe and enjoy it. I
guarantee it's gonna be unforgetable," as he pulled her down.

"No!" gasped Barbara, too late for even as she said it, she could feel
the penis tearing into her anus. She was too wozy from the coke to
fight back much, and frankly, more than a little turned on, she had to
admit to herself. She'd never had sex with more than one man before.

"Ahhhhhhh....." she continued to gasp as she felt the penis continue
to push into her anus.

"Ohhhhhhh...noooo......" she cried but she began to thrust again,
trying to please both men who were now inside of her.

 Just as she was about to open her eyes, she felt the presence of
someone else. "What was that about a foursome?" she thought as she
came face to face with a giant penis. She looked up to see another
well endowed male shoving a penis into her face. He grabbed her by the
cheeks with both hands as he pushed his penis into her.

"Gurrr....ummmphhhhhhh...gaaahhh......" was all she could manage as
the three men started to pound her. Barbara was suddenly very turned
on by the thought of three men having her and she thrusted harder and
harder until she felt Celso, then the man in her mouth, seize almost
at the same instant.

"UUHHHH....YEEEESSSS" as both men sighed as she felt the warm semen
enter her womb as Celso's penis jumped. She was having trouble
breathing, and nearly chocked as the man in her mouth squirted a wad
of cum into her throat as she caressed his penis with her tongue,
sucking on his penis to get the last of his cum.

As she sucked the last of his cum, she felt the man in her anus shoot
his warm wad into her ass. It was a strange feeling, but one she
enjoyed, feeling as though she was in control of three men.. It was
too much, and she finally lost control as a huge orgasm ripped through
her.

"My.......my.....uuuuggggggghhhh......GGGOOOOOOOODD
GGGOOOOOODDDDDD,"  UUGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH......"  as Barbara Gordon
exploded in a fury of passion, sliding up and down on both cocks,
taking the third cock in her mouth and trying to bring another orgasm
out of the penis there.

 Another orgasm followed and another as she rocked back and forth on
each penis, each man coming again in quick succession. By this time
her naked body shone from the sweat that had formed on her. She
glistened  in the light, her nipples at attention as she continued to
rock back and forth, even in exhaustion.

 Finally, she collasped after a fifth orgasm, laying back onto the bed
as the man behind her pulled out and the man whose penis was in her
mouth rolled off the bed.  She lay there, nude, wet and so tired and
spent she couldn't move as she fell fast asleep. She had never had
such intense sex or climaxes before. It was as if she was experiencing
an orgasm for the first time she had been so turned on.

 Barbara awoke some time later to find Celson over her, smiling.
"Hello, honey. Have fun" he laughed.

 "Yea, you bet, sweetheart," replied Barbara with a laugh. "What are
you doing now?

 "I want to bring you down a bit, to discuss some business. Trust me,
this will only take a minute and you'll feel like new," Parkman said.

 Suddenly, Barbara could feel something in her arm. What?  She looked
to see Parkman squeezing a needle into her left arm, a rubber hose
around her upper arm.

 "My God," she thought, "he's injecting me..." but as she realized
what was happening she grew very calm. Total calmness. She felt good.
Not going at 100 mph, more like 20 miles per hour now, she thought as
Cleos injected her with a potent and most addicting mixture of herion
and other chemicals.

 "This will take the edge off, baby," he said calmly as he finished
the injection.

 "Great," whispered Barbara as she pulled Celso to her and felt his
penis enter her. "Great"

 Every inch of her pussy seemed to have a nerve. Just the slightest
thrust of Celso's brought her close to orgasm as he moved on top and
her and began to slam her. As he did, he sucked her breasts, hard with
his tongue.

"My...God....." gasped Barbara in a haze. "This is even
better....better uugghhhhh.... than before" as she seized.  Her entire
body was sensitive to his touch and as the pair kissed, she allowed
another orgasm to wash over her as she wrapped her legs around
Parkman.

"UGGHHH........Celllll.........AAAAHHHHHHH" as she felt herself seize
again and again and again.

Barbara awoke with a terrrible hangover several hours later. It was
the middle of the afternoon as she got up from the bed and put a robe
on that was hanging next to the bed.

 She went to an adjoining bathroom where she showered.  She gazed at
herself in the mirror as she dried her short brown hair. She noticed
her once noticable well defined muscles had shrunken and there were
small bags under her eyes. "What have you become, Barabara Gordon?"
she said to her reflection in the mirror. "Somone willing to do what
it takes to destroy this man," she answered to herself as she changed
into her dress from the previous night. As she did, she heard several
people enter the room and begin talking. One of them was Celso.

"Ok, ok, the shipment goes out from Cali tomorrow and we'll land it in
Florida, then transfer it to several smaller planes down there, right
Carlos," said Celso.

"Right, boss. We figure the stuff's worth about 25-million once we cut
it," said one of the men.

 "Just a minute, I want you guys to meet a new associate of mine.
Someone I know we can trust," said Celso.

 "Barbara, honey, are you in there. Get out here, there's some friends
I want you to meet," shouted Celso.

 Barbara opened the door to the bathroom and walked out as the men's
eyes in the room buldged. Even sapped some because of the drugs,
Barbara Gordon's body still cut a good figure.

"Gentelmen, meet Barabra Jones."

 "Pleased to meet you all," smiled Barbara.

 "Barbara this is Carlos, Guy and Allen," said Parkman holding her
close as she shook hands with some of Gotham's most notorius drug
dealers.

 "Gentlemen, thanks for coming and I'll see you all in a few days back
here," said Celso dismissing the three.

 "Hey, honey I thought I was going to be involved in this somehow. I'm
disappointed," as Barbara tried to feign mock disappointment.

 "Don't worry, honey, your time is coming. We just need to get this
shipment in and then I'm going to let you handle some major scores for
me. "Come on, let's go back to bed," as the pair returned to the bed
and began another session of energetic lovemaking.

Barbara had taken the night off from the club, mainly to relax from
the 24-hour high she'd been on.  She met her friend Mary Prudy and had
dinner at a resturant near her apartment.  As they sat accross from
each other, Mary put her hand out. "Barbara, I'm worried about you. I
hope you don't take this wrong, but you look tired. Are you getting
enough sleep?"

 "Sure, I'm fine, really,"smiled Barbara, who actually was feeling
better since the coke she'd snorted just before leaving her apartment.

 "Well, I'm worried about you. You look like you're burning the candle
at both ends. Is it a guy?"

 "Yes," admitted Barbara, "He's nice, not like the young guys I used
to date. He's got his own business."

Later that evening as Barbara sat in her jacuzzi, she tried to form a
plan for busting Celso. Although she had to admit, she did enjoy the
socializing.  She thought of Batgirl. This would be the greatest bust
ever for the Dark Angel.  What a way to come back from the hell of
being tortured by Dr. Zed, she thought with excitement.  She had mixed
feelings, however. Celso treated his employees well. Even if he
supplied drugs in large amounts to them, she had never seen him so
much as yell at an employee. He was smart, funny and, she had to
admit, fun.


 The next night, she actually found herself eager with excitement over
the propect of getting back to work at the club.  She was looking
forward to relaxing after work with some of the girls whom she had
become friendly with. It was difficult being a superheroine. Close
friends were hard to have since one was always battling crime, she
thought. Perhaps this was just the break she, and Batgirl, needed.


She knew that night was going to be a big score. She just didn't know
where it would come in. She would have to do her undercover work as
Barbara, and then bust in as Batgirl. Barbara figured she would get
Celso to talk about it, once he was high and they were in bed. 

 That night, the party was bigger and noiser than usual. People were
everywhere as Barbara made the rounds with Celso. She had worked a
full night, and she was getting edgy as Celso took her from one person
to the next, talking and playing host. She had had little to eat, or
snuff, and needed to take the edge off the night.

 Finally someone offered her a sniff of coke and she snorted several
lines. Within moments, she felt great again, on top and in control.
Moments later, Celso offered her a dose of the pervious nights
chemicals in a needle. She quickly accepted. She didn't want to admit
to herself she had secretly been looking forward to the feeling it
produced.  She lost count how many lines she snorted that night,
rationalizing she had crossed the line of trust. She knew Celso was
watching as she quickly snorted another line of coke.  The last thing
she remembered was making love to Celso in his jacuzzi. The orgasm was
so thunderous she had passed out as she fell into his arms in the
hottub as he slammed her pussy against the walls of the hottub,
Barbara too stoned to even last for more than two orgasms before she
passed out from the orgasms which seemed to grow in intensity each
time she made love with Celso.  The next morning she awoke nude on
Celso's bed. It was 11 a.m. She felt terrible as she got up and looked
into the mirror. Her eyes were sunken, her hair a mess.  She knew she
had to find the information on Celso's drug empire quickly or she
would wind upa junkie.   Just then the door opened and Celso entered. 

 "Good morning, angel. Sleep well?"  he laughed.

 "I feel like shit," she moaned as she began to put her clothes on.

 "Well, I've got to go somewhere for a meeting. I won't be back for
several hours, so make yourself at home here," he said gesturing
around the secret office. "I guess I'll see you tonight at the club,
heh?" he said as he pulled her close to him and kissed Barbara Gordon.

 "Sure, tonight, honey," said Barbara as Celso closed the door.

 Barbara waited a few minutes, then proceed to search his desk. After
a few minutes of searching she found what she was looking for. A book
that contained the drop times and places for Parkman's drug shipments,
and where those shipments would be transferred to.

 The large shipment for that night was slated to be delivered to the
Gotham Truck Terminal 31 about midnight.

 "Bingo," she cried. "Batgirl's back in business."

That night, Barbara Jones called in sick to work. "No problem,
Barbara," said Sandy, who handled the wait staff, "just get better and
we'll see you tomorrow night." Batgirl waited on a nearby roof for the
large truck she knew would soon pull up.   "Man, am I tired tonight,"
she thought to herself. "Really wiped out. I could almost use some
coke," she thought with a laugh. Just the tought of the sex of the
past week was enough to get her moist in her costume as she tought of
the intense partying and love making.  Celso's car had just pulled up
next to a door of the terminal. Only he and one other man were around.

A few minutes later, Batgirl heard a rumble and the squeaking of
brakes as a large 18-wheeler pulled up and into the terminal.

"Party time" she tought as she crept into the window she had opened
earlier.

 Batgirl could hear the murmur of several voice below her, discussing
something as she lowered herself to the floor, determined to surprise
the men. It wasn't anything Batgirl hadn't done dozens of times
before.

 Batgirl lept off a crate, and gave a kick judo kick to the trucker,
sending him sprawling as she turned to deal with Celso's assistant. He
ducked her kick but she had anticiapted it and swung around again,
this time sending him to the ground with a hard right.

"Ah, Barbara Gordon, nice of you to join us," shouted Celso.

 Batgirl hesitated as she heard that name called.

 "Yes, that's right, Barbara, or should I say Barbara Jones. I'm
really disappointed in you, Barbara. Here I thought we were lovers,
close friends and you would bust me for the same drugs you yourself
were taking?

 Batgirl had stopped by this time, unable to speak she was so
surprised.

 "Let me show you something, honey," said Celso. "Look at that video
screen over there."

 As she turned to look, she saw what appeared to be her apartment
house. As she watched, Batgirl exited out the secret door. Next, the
video cut to a very nude Barbara Gordon having sex with three men. 

 "My God...the other night. Oh no...no" she thought as she watched the
video of herself learning over to snort a line of cocaine as she
fucked Celso, and had a penis implanted up her anus.  Then Barbara
Gordon leaned over and put a large penis in her mouth as she continued
to be fucked in both ends.

"You see, Batgirl. You really have no choice. Bust us and the world
will know you, Batgirl are a slut, willing to do anything, including
fucking three men at once for a hit of coke. Your secret identity will
be revealed and the world will know what you really are."

 Batgirl was stunned. "I...don't know what to say," she said, her head
looking down, ashamed.

 "Nothing's going to change, Barbara. You and I will still be a
couple. You'll still work for me, only now you'll just make more
money.

 Batgirl knew she had to bide her time, until she could gain control
of the situation. How many people knew her secret?  Where was the
video?

 "I know what you're thinking, Barbara. You want to get your hands on
that video, then get rid of me because I know your secret. Well, I'll
let you in on a secret. A number of copies of that video have been
made, one is in a swiss bank vault, another in a bank vault here. You
really have no choice, so come along," as Celso gestured she get in
the limo.

 Sensing she had no choice, Batgirl got into the limo and it drove
away.

 Once inside the limo, Parkman offered her some coke.

 "No, can't," said Batgirl, determined to retain her wits.

 "Have it your way, but take that mask off. I know who you are,
besides, your friends will pay for your indescretions should you
decide not to cooperate, Barbara.

 Batgirl lifted off her mask and her wig, dropping both on the floor. 


That night, Celso held a huge party. He closed his club so everyone
could attend the celebration of a new partner, as he called her.  The
banner over the outdoor patio read "Congrats Barbara Jones" as the
dozens of employees and underworld types poured in.  The booze and
drugs flowed openly as Parkman kept Barbara at his side, introducing
her to everyone with a big smile on his face.

"Meet, Ms. Jones, I know she's going to be a great addition to our
enterprise," as he introduced her.

Barbara had steeled herself with copious amounts of cocaine and
Ecstacy, which she took with reckless abandon. Her undercover
operation had failed and now Celso and his associates knew her
innermost secret. Worse, they would hurt her friends if she failed to
cooperate.  That night,  Barbara Gordon had sex with Celso several
times. After he was done, he passed her off to Rocko and several
associates who gang banged her for several hours.  She didn't care.
She snorted one line after another as she took one penis after and
placed it into her, and was rammed into submission as she rocked back
and forth, her energy fueled by the potent drugs she had taken. The
orgasms were so often and so thunderous she finally passed out,
falling over on top of one of the men as he pumped away inside of her
unconscious body, his arms around her in a bear hug as he squirted his
semen into Barbara's dripping pussy.  Finally, after sucking her
nipples raw, he threw her off of him as her unconscious body went
sprawling onto the bed, her light brown pussy wet with the cum of many
men, cum seeping out of her vagina, anus and mouth.  As the sun came
up over Gotham that morning, Barbara Gordon lay on Celso's office
floordried cum was all over her body as she lay naked on the floor,
still passed out from the night's debauchery, her cowl and wig laying
next to her as her breast moved slowly up and down from breathing.


 She awoke around noon when Celso entered and slapped her awake.

 "Get up, get up, Batgirl," he said, gently slapping her face as she
looked groggily up at him.  "Come on, get some clothes on, we've got
work to do Barbara," he commanded throwing her some clothes.

 Barabara Gordon shook her head to get the cobwebs out as she
remembered the previous night's discovery of her Batgirl personna and
the gang bang she had participated willingly in.

 What have I done?  My God... she thought as she put on her clothes as
Celso watched her get dressed.

 In a meeting later that day, Celso outlined how Batgirl would protect
a drug shipment coming into the city. She would speed ahead and if any
sign of trouble appeared, handle it, or summon the police, telling
them she was guarding a shipment for Gotham Associates, a legit car
wholesale firm Celso owned, although no one could tie him to it. It
was a front to launder money through and very useful as a legit
for-profit business.  There would be a number of cars with drugs in
them, but nothing that would appear out-of-the-ordinairy for a car
wholesaler.

 Over the next several weeks, Barbara as Batgirl patrolled the city,
spying on Celso's fellow drug dealers, using her stealth skills to
plant false evidence on them, then summon police. Celso was quickly
becoming the most powerful drug figure in the city, only because his
rivals were being elminated. With a "secret weapon" it was rumored.

 Celso meantime, continued to feed Barbara a daily diet of coke and
Ecstacy, summoning her to his office to make love to him daily.

 "Come on, come on," he yelled one night after closing the bar at
Batgirl. The bar was totally deserted except for Celso and four of his
assistants. The stage was lit and Batgirl was onstage in her black
costume, adorned with the Bat logo across her chest and her utility
belt hanging from her waist. Her cape, cowl and wig completed the
disguise.

 Batgirl gyrated to the disco music as she did a strip tease for the
men.Slowly, she took off her gloves, then boots, then over the course
of an entire Donna Summer song, unzipped and removed her costume.
Batgirl was naked except for her cape and cowl.

 Under the mask of Batgirl, Barbara hardly knew what she was doing.
Constantly fueled by cocaine of the purest sort, she was actually
enjoying the movement and the whistles of the men who sat mesmerized
by her presence.

 The music thundered as she teased the men with her mask, reaching up
and beginning to remove it several times, only to stop and tease them
more as she shoved her well trimed brown public hair into their faces.
Then, after three tries, she removed her mask and wig as Celso grabbed
her and threw her to the stage, unzipping his pants and savagely
inserting his rock hard member into her wet pussy and he rammed her
over and over.  When he was done, she took on the other four men and
for several hours engaged in an orgy of sex and drugs, at times being
attended to by all four men, one pounding away with his blood gorged
member inside her, another pushing and throbbing insider her anus,
while her tongue worked another's penis deep inside her mouth.  Still
another would be suckling her breasts. The Ecstacy ensured she was
horny for several hours of lovemaking with the men as she took one,
then the next into her, draining them of each drop of semen until they
had to surrender out of exhaustion and she finally passed out from yet
another hit of coke and Esctasy. 

 As Batgirl, she continued to be successful for Celso. She knew she
had to be. He had had one of her closet friends from girlhood followed
and taped as one of Celso's men took her on a date.

 "See how easy it would be to just kill her," Celso said one night as
Barbara watched the tape. "You just keep following orders or everyone
you know will wind up with their throats slit, my dear," he said.
Celso knew he didn't have to remind her and with the constant supply
of drugs to Barbara it wasn't likely, hooked as she was on cocaine and
Ecstacy she would go anywhere or do anything anyway because he had
become her supplier.

 When Barbara wasn't guarding a drug shipment, she and Celso were
having sex and doing drugs, late into the night and early morning.
Barbara couldn't help herself as the incredible feeling washed over
her, each time she snorted the potent mixture of coke, speed or
whatever other drug Celso cut the coke with. Her heart pounded like it
would jump out of her 36-C cup chest as the pair moved and twisted
together, Celso's member deep inside Batgirl as she tightened her
muscles around him, drawing every drop of his cum.

 Celso had Barbara patrolling every night as Batgirl.  Barbara, run
down by the drugs and late nights was fraying on all ends. "My God,"
she gasped as she stared at herself in the mirror of her apartment one
morning. Her eyes had shrunken, she was thin and pale and her hands
had recently begun to tremble.  Barbara put all that out of her mind
though as she began to think about the night ahead. Another large drug
shipment was due in and she was charged with driving it in.  The coke
would be placed in a specially built black Porshe Batgirl would be
driving. After all, the police wouldn't bother her.

 Barbara flew to a town about 100-miles west of Gotham and picked up
the car from a guy in a sleazy bar outside a small town. Unkown to
Barbara, one of the girls from the club was watching the deal go down,
Desiree.  Desiree had her own eyes on the top job and Barbara's sudden
appearance had knocked her down in the pecking order. She was
determined to do something about that!  After she picked up the stash
she drove out of town as it got dark and donned her Batgirl costume
for the drive home incase she was stopped by any cops. No one would
question Batgirl.

 Easy night, I'll be back by midnight, in time for the party, she
thought as she hummed to a song as the radio blasted. Batgirl leaned
down and picked up a small tin from the seat beside her and opened it,
snorting a couple hits of coke. "Just the thing to keep me awake," she
thought as she added another couple lines for good measure.  The
Porshe handled great, she thought. Much better than the Batcycle she
had been using.  

 The trip was uneventful. The Porshe hummed along, doing about 95-110
most of the time on the almost deserted highway as it wound down from
the foothills. Batgirl looked at her speedometer as she sped along,
confident that any police wouldn't bother her if pulled over. "Great
car," she laughed as she put the pedel down further, hitting 130. As
she came around a curve heading downhill she spotted an 18-wheeler
ahead and another one, just completing its pass.

 "Better slow it down a bit," she thought she gently braked. "What
the..?" as she felt the brake pedal go all the way to the floor, no
brake at all. She let up on the gas, but the accelerator was also
stuck.  She tried downshifting the car into neutral, but suddenly
found the car wouldn't shift. She knew immediately it must be
sabatoge.  "Oh, oh," Batgirl said aloud as she downshifted,sending the
car skidding on the road, wet here from a passing rainshower. Batgirl
recovered control of the speeding Porshe as she zipped around the
truck but knew she was in trouble. She was still far from the valley
and was now heading downhill at 150 mph.  Just then, another turn
appeared as she struggled to control the car on the curve. As she came
out of it, the car brushed the guardrail, as she tried to slow her
speeding bullet.  There was merely a loud screeching noise as the
passenger side of the car smacked the guardrail sending sparks flying.
The car was now doing about 165 and gaining speed as it headed into
another turn. As she struggled to keep the car against the guardrail
another truck appeared.

"Shit!" she thought to herself as she pulled around it and struck the
outer guardrail as the car bounced back and forth against it. Although
she had no brakes, Batgirl could feel the car suddenly slow.

"The crash must have knocked the accelerator loose," she thought to
herself, as both gloves gripped the wheel holding it hard against the
guardrail.  Slowly, through several other turns the car began to slow,
down to 130, then 90, finally to 85 as Batgirl approached what she
knew was the bottom of this part of the freeway.

"Yes!" she hollered out loud,  as she came around the final curve. The
smile turned quickly to dread however when Batgirl realized her
victory might be short lived as she heard the whistle of an oncoming
train. The blinking lights were already warning her to stop but
without brakes she was still doing 80.

 "May...be I can make it...oh please....." she begged as the car burst
threw the lowered wooden gates.

 CRASH! as the train scored a direct hit on the Porshe, driving it
side over side over side and dragging it down the track in a heap of
twisted metal and smoke as the train tried to brake.

 As the train sped by, the car, almost impaled on the front end, broke
loose, rolled down an embankment  and came to rest near a small
clearing. Inside lay Batgirl, bleeding from several wounds, metal
twisited around her as she lay there semi-conscious.

 "Barbara, Barbara, wake up, wake up.."  Batgirl struggled to
consciousness as she lay in the wreckage of the Porshe.  Every movment
was painful. She knew she had broken several ribs and and arm, not to
mention several bruises, cuts and contusions.

 "Barbara, Batgirl...wake up," Barbara focused her eyes as she felt a
hard slap to her masked face.  Thank God, it was Desiree, her friend
from Celso's club.

 "We'll get you out of here in no time," she smiled as Batgirl began
to hear the sound of a jaws-of-life to cut her body out of the
wreckage.

 Minutes later, Desiree and several men lifted her out of the car.

 "OHhhhhhh....God, God....help ...... it hurts....arrggghhhhhh"
Batgirl cried as she was lifted out, her body protesting the movement
of its broken bones.  The men laid her near the car as Batgirl lay
there, unable to move and still in a state of semi-shock.

 As she lay there she felt her costume being removed. She figured the
men were going to provide some sort of medical attention so she didn't
protest as she laid on the ground next to the wreckage her costume
being removed until she was totally naked except for her mask.

She gasped, however, when she felt what felt like a penis enter her.
"What?  What.... are you doing?" she asked, still in shock as she
looked up. Batgirl opened her eyes to see a large man astride her, a
large smile on his face as she realized she wasn't being rescued, but
raped.

 "GRRAAHHHHH" she screamed as Desiree kicked her in the side, as the
man atop her began to slam her broken pelvis with his penis.

 "No....no...please.....aahhhhhhhhh...noo.....ohhhhhhhh" Batgirl
screamed as the man continued to slam her, moving her pelvis.

 There was little Batgirl could do in her weakened and injured state
as the man continued to pummel her pelvis, until she felt him explode
inside of her womb.

 "Des...why?  Please.....stop this...I"ll do anything " pleaded the
Dark Angel as the next man rolled her over and thrust his penis into
her vagina from behind her and pulled her mask off.

 "Because Barbara. I know you want to bring down Celso, but I think
he's fallen for you. He knows you're bad for our business, and I think
he actually thinks you won't double cross him. Bullshit. I know
better, honey. So, let's say I'm just finishing off the competition,"
she smiled as she watched Barbara Gordon be raped over and over from
her seat on part of the car wreck.

 "NNOOOOOO..NOOOOOO....Heellpp....please.......please........stopppppp.."
Barbara began to cry as she was endlessly gang raped, her broken body
thrown around like a rag doll as she was hoisted upon the splinterd
back seat, a cock still in her, while her assailant held her body and
walked over to the back seat, slamming her down on the small part that
was left, his penis ramming her repeatedly.

"No....stoppp......the pain...please...." she begged as she sweat
profusely from the pain and beating she was receiving.

 "Shut up, Batgirl. This is something I've been waiting for for a long
time," hissed the fifth man to have her that night.  Barbara, slowly
wrapped her legs around the man, hoping he would come soon and end her
beating, as she pulled him closer to her.

"AHHHHHHHH" gasped the man as she felt him seize inside her womb,
emptying his seed into her beaten body.

 As the man withdrew himself from her, he shoved her to what was left
of the back floor of the wreck.

"AHHHH" Barbara Gordon shouted in pain, unable to dislodge herself
from the wedge she found herself in, trapped between the remains of
the front and back seats. With a broken arm and pelvis, she was unable
to move.

 She could hear the group laughing as they collected their things.
"They're going to leave me here to die of exposure or internal
injuries," she thought to herself.

 "Soon long, Batgirl," she heard Desiree say a few feet from her. "To
think a stripper was the person who wound up killing the Batgirl. Who
would believe it?" she said as Barbara looked over to see Desiree and
suddenly gasped with the realization of what was about to happen.

My God, got to get my utility belt..NO! her brain screamed as she
struggled in vain to dislodge herself.  The pain from her broken body
proved too much as she lay there, unable to move more than an inch.

"Beg me for your life and I may reconsider," said Desiree.

 "Please....I'm begging you, Desiree. Please save me, I'll do
anything. Please...please have mercy," begged a defeated heroine, her
eyes looking up at Desiree, pleading for mercy.

 "Batgirl...Barbara, you just shouldn't be soooo trusting, heh, heh, "
laughed Desiree as she tossed a lit match into the wreckage which had
been soaked with gasoline.

WHOOSSSHHHH"

"HEELLPPPPP!!!!  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....AAHHHHHHH

Instantly, the entire wreckage was filled with flames, the screams of
Batgirl, Barbara Gordon, echoing off the canyon walls as she lay
trapped in the wreckage of her Porshe.




 Moments later, Barbara felt herself being pulled from the wreckage,
but she was in too much pain and shock for it to register. Desiree and
her gang had immediately left the area upon setting the fire and the
unknown rescuer, hearing the screams of a woman, arrived just as the
others were leaving in another direction.

 The stranger hauled the battered and badly burned body of Batgirl out
of the Porshe and lay her on the ground. He could see the remains of
her Batgirl mask on the ground and peices of the costume as it had
been ripped off of her and guessed it was the Dark Angel he was now
looking at.  He quickly gathered up the costume and utility belt,
which also lay nearby and stuffed them in his nearby car. Then he
grabbed Barbara Gordon, threw her over his shoulder and climbed up to
his car and rushed her to a nearby hospital.

 He didn't tell hospital officials who she was, only that she was a
friend, and reported the wreck to police.  He had taken her wallet and
stashed it, suspecting if word got out Batgirl or this Barbara Gordon
person was alive, the people that had tried to kill her would
certainly come back to finish the job, and quite possibly him.

 Barbara Gordon lay in a coma in critical condition for several days.
Her face and parts of her body were badly burned and her other
injuries were serious, broken ribs, internal injuries, a broken arm,
another arm that was fractured as was her pelvis. Fortunately, doctors
weren't looking for signs of rape, or that would have initiated more
questions.

 Barbara awoke after several days, moaning constantly, sometimes
yelling for the nurses to kill her, her burns punished her so much.
She couldn't see her face, hands and most of her body, for they were
wrapped in a cloth, although on the five day, she was ordered to begin
undergoing whirlpool baths to bathe the dead skin away.  Doctors also
told her of the mysterious stranger who had saved her and appeared
from time to time to see how she was doing.

 "So, you're the bastard who saved me?" she asked him when he showed
up at her bedside after a week. "I wish you hadn't."

 "Geez, a simple thanks would be ok," as he leaned over closer to her
ear. "Besides, your secret is safe with me, Batgirl," he whispered, as
Barbara gasped at what he said. "No one knows who you are yet, Miss
Gordon and I won't tell, but really, I risked my life for you. A
simple thanks, maybe?" he grinned.

"OK, yea, thanks. It's just that I'm in so much pain," she said, her
hands trembling from the withdrawl she was undergoing for her drug
use.

 The stranger continued to appear every other day or so as Barbara lay
in her bed, her condition still critical.

 Finally, after weeks of care, she snuck a look at herself one day in
the reflection of herself on the whirlpool stainless steel.

 "My God...MY GOD...NOOOO!!" she broke down as she gazed at the
horrible face in front of her. Her right side from her hairline to her
chest was almost completely scarred over by scar tissue, making
Barbara Gordon almost unrecognizable. . "My God, I can't even go out
in public like this," she thought as she cried in horror at what had
happened to her.	

 The next few weeks were filled with excuriating pain for Barbara
Gordon. She had provided a fake identity, one she had prepared for
just such an emergency in case she was hurt as Batgirl. She was
officially listed as Barbara James.  Her days were filled with
whirlpool baths as the dead skin needed to come off, while the doctors
tried to graft skin onto her to cover her horrible burns.  Gradually,
she began to heal, slowly. Her broken bones healed, although the
damage to her pyche was deeper.  Her stranger began to appear every
day, asking about her, helping her.   

 He revealed his name was Brian and that he had just happened on the
wreck. It seems he had been quite infatuated and a fan of Batgirl for
some time.  He was a construction foreman who owned his own business
and despite Barbara's constant questions, never asked for anything
from her. He only gave her unconditional support.

 Barbara was worried, however. She knew Desiree had taken some of the
drugs and that there was no body to be found in the wreck. Not only
would Desiree be looking for her, but Celso would think she had
double-crossed him and he and his minions would be searching for
her..hard.  There was also still the fact, which she mentioned to no
one, that she was craving for some coke.

 One day, months after her crash, the doctor walked into the room.

 "Well Ms. James, I see you're up and around. It's time to say
goodbye. Although your treatment will continue at home, I see no
reason to hold you prisoner here another day," he laughed.

 Barbara could only utter a stiffled, "Thank you," as she pondered
what going out in public meant. Despite several operations, her face
was still a collection of skin grafts, burned and destroyed behind
recognition as Barbara Gordon. Her right hand was only partially
usable since it too was stiff from so much scar tissue and she walked
with a pronouned limp from the pelvic injuries she had suffered in the
crash.

 She also had no idea where to go. She obviously couldn't return to
her former life, or even contact her father who was no doubt being
watched by Celso. She had no money, no home and no life as she began
to sob. Just then Brian walked in. 

 "Hey, what's the problem, Barbara?"

 "Oh, Brian, forgive me," she sobbed," but I have nowhere to go,
nothing..no one."

 "What? Surely someone must be around for you to call," he said
wrapping his arms around Barbara as she collasped into his arms.

 For the next hour Barbara told him the real story of how she had come
to be in the wreck, and how she couldn't return to her former
identity.

 "No problem. My house had a place over the garage. It's not much but
it's a bedroom with a full bath. At least it's a place to hang while
you figure out what you're going to do with the rest of your life."

   For the next few weeks Barbara spent most of her days in therapy,
both mental and physical while she tried to cope with her new life. As
he had promised, Brian never asked a thing from her. In fact, he
pretty much left her alone, although Barbara could see him out mowing
the lawn, shirtless.

 "Not bad," she thought to herself. "If I was my former self I might
be interested, but he'd never be interested in a cripple like I am
now," she thought looking over her battered bod in the mirror the
burned red skin on her right side staring back at her.  One day, after
a particularly trying day she was exhausted and depressed as she drove
back to the apartment. As she had exited the rehab facility, a child
walking in had seen her and started screaming as she pointed to
Barbara's face.

As she rounded the corner in a seedy part of town she say some drug
dealers on the corner.  "Just a little wouldn't hurt," she reasoned.
"I need the pick up," as she slowed the car and halted at the curb.

"Whooheee...hey what can I do for you little lady," the man wolf
whistled to her as she rolled down the window.

 Two minutes later Barbara pulled over again to inhale the
intoxicating mix of coke and speed. After two lines she felt much
better, more clear headed again, she thought to herself.

 When she returned home she called out to Brian who was just returning
from work.

 "Hey, get up here, I need some help, please," she laughed.

 "Sure,  sure, coming right away," he said as he bounded up the
stairs.

 As he helped her move a large box in he could see her bountiful
breasts as she leaned over. As he watched, she leaned over and kissed
him.

 "HMMM, that's nice," he smiled. "Brian, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have
done that. You, I...it's just not a good idea," Barbara said.

 "Nonsense, it's a great idea," he said taking her in his arms and
kissing her passionately.

 As the pair kissed, Barbara could feel the bulge in his pants
growing. She was already horny because of the drugs as she began to
remove his pants.

 Moments later both were naked and in Barbara's bed. Brian, gently
kissed her breasts, being careful to be extra tender on her disfigured
right breast, as he moved up her neck, kissing her lips while
caressing her pussy with his other hand, gently fingering her
clitoris.

 "Oh, Brian...I can't..please. I'm just not ready," Barbara said
remembering her hideous face.

 Brian held up a hand. "Stop, right now. I know you want me. I've seen
how you look at me. Come on. I know you think you're some monster or
something, but forget these burns. Barbara, it's time to forget your
past and think about the future," he said, kissing her again.

Barbara kissed him as she grabbed his penis with her hand and guided
it to her lips.

 "Ummmm" she mumured as she felt his bulging penis enter her already
soaked canal, taking it in and closing her muscles in around him as he
gave a push and inserted himself all the way into her as she wrapped
her legs around him.

 "UMMmm, Brian..."

   "Shhhh," he whispered as they both came together, his semen
emptying into the womb of Batgirl as the pair thrased about the bed.

 Their lovemaking continued for several hours. Barbara got up to go to
the bathroom several times.  Brian never suspected the reason was that
Barbara Gordon was using the time to snort more lines of coke.

 "That bastard," she thought as she huddled over another white line of
coke."I hate him for doing this to me, I'd kill him..but I do love
this stuff," Barbara admitted to herself as she snorted the coke,
trying to avoid the reflection of her face in the small mirror she was
using to cut the coke.

 During the next few week, Barbara continued to heal more, spending
much of her days in physical therapy. Several times, however, she left
town, without telling Brian where she was going. "Seeing old friends,"
was the only thing she would say as she drove out of town in a
borrowed car from Brian. He didn't suspect Barbara was using these
forrays out of town to spy on Celso. Armed with a black hared wig,
some nerdy glasses and the wig pulled up in a bun, one could hardly
tell it was Barbara Gordon. Plus, she had become adept at using large
amounts of makeup to conceal her scars.

 She could tell Desiree had moved in after her wreck and
disapppearance. She could watch the nightly parties from a nearby
apartment she rented, overlooking the spot.  Barbara had also
purchased a large dish of the kind television networks used at
football games for sound. With it, she could zero in on the pair
discussing business. It was tedious work, trying to find just the
right time to reappear and smash Celso and Desiree at the right
moment.

 Barbara knew the two could reveal, and would her secret identity,
should Batgirl return. Besides, she was in no shape to ever return as
Batgirl, but Barbara formulated a plan.

 Over the next several months, she and Brian continued to fall into
love. The pair made love frequently, although Barbara's addiction also
grew.  Several times he asked about her haggard looking apparance, but
she dismissed it as just the result of her daily scheule of workouts.
She was despartely trying to quit her cocaine abuse. Her plan was
about to be unhatched.

 "Now, Brian, I have to go out of town for a week or so," she told
Brian one night as she lay on top of him, rocking back and forth on
his rock hard penis.

 "Sure, what's the deal, you got another husband or something,"
laughed Brian.

 "No, just a business deal that the old Barbara has to finish," she
said.

 "Nothing to do with that Celso character, does it, Barbara," said
Brian, suddenly with a concerned look on his face.

 "No, honey, nothing todo with that. I'm finished with that chapter of
my life," she lied as the pair returned to their lovemaking.

 The next day, Barbara left for Gotham.  When she arrived at her
apartment that she was using as an observation post, she opened a
suitcase and took out a costume. Holding it up, she examined it. "Not
bad, not bad," she thought to herself holding it up.

 Two nights later, Barbara Gordon stood in front of a mirror. Staring
back at her was Batgirl. It was a new costume to be sure. The bat
insignia was stretched over her considerable chest and her utility
belt was securely fastened around her waist. The suit was a black
jumpsuit, not unlike her old costume, made out of an acrylic material
that also breathed so she didn't roast in it. The one main difference
was the cowl and mask. The only opening was for her eyes and a small
slit for her mouth. Otherwise her face was invisible, as were her
burns. And unlike her old Batgirl, this one walked with a decided limp
and with little movement in her right arm.

 "I'll have to be careful, very careful," she thought to herself, as
she left the apartment and headed out. "Without my arm, there isn't
much I can do, but tonight Celso's going down," she smiled as she
moved quickly toward the old club.  

 "Hurry up, get the stuff in here, quick for Christsakes," Desiree
bellowed at the driver of the small truck carrying the drug shipment.
"Jesus," she muttered to himself. "Why in hell wasn't Bob ready with
the wharehouse. Storing this shit in here is crazy," she said shaking
his head.

 Batgirl crouche nearby. She had gotten a lucky break. Her
surveillance had paid off. Because Celso's wharehouse, which was owned
by so many dummy corporations it couldn't possibly be traced back to
him, was having a problem with its security system, the shipment of
herion had to be stored temporairly in the large cooler of his club.

 The truck departed in a last belching blast of diesel fumes as
Desiree entered the cooler. "Now or never," said Batgirl as she jumped
down from her nearby perch to the entrance.

"So, we meet again, Desiree," said Batgirl as she stood blocking the
door as Desiree turned to see what the noise was about.

 "Barbara...Batgirl..what the hell are you doing here.  I thought you
blew town with my shipment. In fact, I ought to kill  you right here,
" she shouted as she advanced on the Dark Angel.

 "Forget it, Des. You and Celso tried to make an addict out of me,
then you tried to kill me in that accident. You're done. The police
will be on their way shortly. It's over," said Batgirl not moving an
inch.

 "Listen, bitch. I know your secret identity. You want to see those
tapes of you splattered everywhere, on everyones VCR? Then YOU do what
I say!" she hissed. "Besides, I control this empire now. I killed
Celso an hour ago, dear. He was a stupid bastard anyway and now I"M
gonna control this empire. But first, I'm going to crush you once and
for all," she shouted.

 "Sorry Desiree. My life, the life, the identity, Barbara Gordon is
dead. Finished. That won't work anymore."

 "Ohhhh, my pretty. Do you have a new life, do you?  A new boyfriend
perhaps," smiled Desireeo as Batgirl felt the hair on the back of her
neck stand up. Desiree advanced, throwing a punch that Batgirl easily
deflected as she spun and kicked Desiree in the ribs.

 "Watch out, girl, watch out or I'll break you. I did once, this time
I'll kill you, bitch," Desiree spat out as Batgirl smiled beneath her
mask.

 Desiree lept towards Batgirl, trying a karate kick, but Batgirl
caught her foot throwing up down onto his back. "You really shouldn't
mess with girls you can't control Des," Batgirl said as she jumped up
for more punishement.

 This time Batgirl moved, faking a punch and hitting her squarely in
the face as she again crashed to the ground.  This time she wiped the
blood from a cut lip as she got up again, just beginning to breathe
heavily.

 Never thought it would be so easy, mused Batgirl as she came at her
again. This time however, she bent just as Batgirl tried to punch her
with her left arm. She grabbed the arm, bringing her toward her as he
delivered a hard blow to her groin.

"Umpphhhhh" a started Batgirl bent over trying to get her breath as
Desiree delivered another crushing kick to her head, sending her
slumping to the floor, stars in her eyes.

 As she moved to get up another then another then another kick came in
quick succession to her ribs, breaking a couple as she lay on the
floor.

 Got to get up, or I'm done for, she gasped to herself as she tried to
catch her breath. Batgirl staggered to her feet but Desiree was ready
and slammed her fist hard as she could into her stomach, doubling her
over as he kicked her feet out from under her, sending Batgirl
slamming into the floor again.

 "Come on, Batgirl, what's wrong? Out of shape. Too much coke and
sex...not enough working out. Well I've got a little surprise for you,
Barbara," she laughed at her as she tried to get up.

 "Barbara, meet an old friend of yours," said Desiree as she motioned
to the open door to the cooler.

As the door opened, Batgirl screamed. "NNOOOOOO....NOOOOOOO!!!" as she
collasped sobbing onto the floor. 

 One of Desiree's assistant brought in a manacled Brian, who had been
badly beaten, his face bloody and swollen.

 "You can see, resistance if futile...that is if you want your new
friend here to live much longer," laughed Desiree taking a large
syringe.  "I have a very powerful drug a friend of mine developed.
With some cash as an incentive, of course. It will instantly remove
your subconscious blocks, unlocking the evil that is in all of us by
allowing very powerful suggestions to be acted upon. In short, I'm
taking over your brain, Batgirl. Or, Brian and you both die, right
now. What's it going to be?"

"You bitch," screamed a defeated Batgirl, still laying on the concrete
floor, without the energy to even get up. "You win. Me for his
freedom," sighed Batgirl. "But first, let him go."

 "Forget it, Batgirl. No deals. You now, or he gets it," said Desiree
pointing a large gun toward Brian, his eyes wide with fear as he gazed
toward Barbara.

"NO..NO..me!" cried Barbara.

 Desiree, handed the gun to her assistant and turned and walked
quickly back to Batgirl and injected her in the right arm.  Instantly,
Batgirl felt weak as she attempted to get up but fell down.

 "Forget it, Batgirl. Relax, in a few moments you'll be my slave, or
should I say what's left of you will be.  "Zach," commanded Desiree to
her assistant, "let's kill this kid."

"No....no...please," begged Batgirl as she struggled to get up as
Desiree grabbed the gun from her assistant and pointed it at Brian.

 As Batgirl groped to get up her hand pulled out a large spike from
the rotten wood of one of the main support beams in the old
wharehouse. Despite her growing grogginess, she hurled the spike best
she could as it struck Desiree in the back like a spear.

"AHHHHHH...what?" gasped Desiree as she turned to look at Batgirl and
fell to the pavement, the spike protrouding from her back.

"Ohhhh....Goodddd....Zach...help..." she gasped, blood frothing from
her mouth as Batgirl struggled to get up.

 Just then Brian came to life, striking Desiree's assistant Zach on
the chin, a huge punch sending him down to the concrete. He got up and
ran out of the wharehouse to get help.

 Brian immediately went over to Batgirl who had begun to have
convulsions.

 "Brian, get....get out of here, quick...quickly. Her and Celso's men
will be here in...Ugghhhhh......." as Batgirl suffered a seizure.

 "Not without you...I can't," he said holding Batgirl in his arms.

 Just then an alarm went off and voices could be heard in the
distance.

 "Get out....now...please....." begged Batgirl. "GO!!!" as her entire
body convulsed and was then silent.

 "Barbara.  Barbara...." shouted Brian, as he gently removed her mask
and kissed her, but he could feel no breath as he lowered her head to
the ground and started to run. The body of Batgirl lay on the floor.

THE END??????






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