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BATGIRL SIX YEARS AFTER
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 sped home from another day as the head librarian at the
Gotham City
Library.  Despite the bookish nature of the job, she had always enjoyed
the freedom and
access it provided her, both in her present role as mother and wife, and
in her former role
as the female caped crusader, Batgirl.
  As she drove along, she flipped through her purse, laughed to herself
and removed a
cigarette.  As she lit it, she thought of the guilty pleasure she was
now enjoying. 23-years
earlier it wouldn’t have been possible, but since she had hung up the
cape and cowl of the
Dark Knight for good, she decided she had delayed life’s pleasures long
enough, as she
exhaled.  Her husband disapproved of her smoking, but she did it only
occasionally after a
hard day, she reasoned to herself, inhaling another cloud of smoke. 
Yes, a lot of things
had changed.
  Barbara Gordon had finally met someone she loved, and rather than
risking his life, or
losing her own on some dark night in an alley, she packed away her
Batgirl costume,
wrote a letter to the local paper about how Batgirl had found it
necessary to retire for
health reasons, and gave it up.  She had never confessed her former life
to her husband,
fearing he might someday let it slip, and she never wanted to endanger
her family.  She
had even waited to start her family until she was in her mid-40’s. Now
at 47, life was
good.
  She opened the door to find her husband, Gary already home. "Hi,
honey, how was your
day?" she said cheerily.
  "Fine, you know the usual. Lots of X-rays to read and the doctors kept
the patients
coming one right after another. Other than that, nothing much to say.
Oh, buy the way,
Mrs. Wolcott will drop Christa off in a few minutes. She called and said
to tell you for a
two-year old she's really staring to learn her colors."
 She inherited my looks and his father's brains, Barbara thought as she
began to prepare
dinner.
  
 Ten miles from Barbara and Gary's home, in a rundown office, Garth
Stone, one of
Gotham's most notorious criminals sat in front of a massive computer.
Stone, who had
been released from jail a year earlier, spent every waking moment at the
computer trying
to track Batgirl.  Batgirl had put him on ice 25 years earlier for a
heist at the Gotham
Museum and he had sworn revenge on the Dark Angel for her laughing at
him as the
police carted him away.  Garth had invested thousand of dollars for the
most up-to-date
computers and software programs.  He knew Batgirl’s Achilles heel was
her secret
identity. Peel it away and he had a trump card.  Unfortunately for him,
Batgirl had retired,
so luring her to some deserted street, as so many had tried, wouldn’t
work.  So, he had
collected every known picture of Batgirl from every known angle and he
was attempted to
try and determine what she might look like under her mask.  If he could
use every known
scrap of information about who she was, how much money she might have
and where she
might have operated from, he would then get closer to narrowing down his
list of several
thousand women who were prime candidates.
  He had narrowed his list to a mile-square block area of Gotham where
Batgirl had
operated most.   He had already noticed there was a distinct absence of
Batgirl activity in
one area.  “Nice job, Batgirl,” he said under his breath as he sat at
his computer late one
night,  “but I think the real reason there’s so little activity here is
because you didn’t want
to draw attention to the fact that’s where you lived.”  It would make
sense, he reasoned,
since with a computer chart, the area stood out as one of the very few
areas where Batgirl
had seldom been seen.
  Now, taking the women who lived there from census and state driver's
license data he
had hacked into, (he figured she was single, in her early to mid-20's
and middle income) he
fed pictures of the women he had managed to steal from the state’s
Driver’s and License
Bureau  into his super computer, enhancing the photos from the nose down
to narrow the
list down on a half million fields that would have to match closely.. 
  "Come on, come on, dammitt," as the special program Garth had
developed computed
the angles and lines of Batgirls known face with that of his scanned in
photos.
  "What a shame I'm wasting time on someone who isn't even around
anymore," he said to
himself. “Hell, she may even have died of cancer or something,” but, the
lure of revenge
on Batgirl fueled his hate, which had kept him at his computer almost
18-hours a day for
the past year.
  Just thing the computer beeped, noting a very close match.
  "Hmmmm....let's see.  Barbara Gordon, aged 24, in good shape.  It says
here she had no
known boyfriends and kept her herself.  Oh...oh my.....daughter of the
police
commissioner.  BINGO!!!   The only thing that bothers me is that she has
brown hair, not
red hair. Same height though,"  he pondered. "No one else is even
close."
  Garth, spent the next week, watching Barbara Gordon, her husband and
two year old
daughter.  Although Gordon had moved several blocks uptown, she wasn’t
hard to find.
While both were at work, he slipped in, defeated the alarm system, and
placed bugs
throughout the house, hoping to find out the piece of information that
would lead him to
Batgirl.
  After a week of listening, he hadn't even heard the name of Batgirl,
whispered, but he
was more convinced than ever after listening, that Barbara Gordon and
Batgirl were one
and the same.  He was becoming frustrated when he hit upon another plan.
  The next day he sat down in front of his computers. He had just
returned from a
shopping trip to several TV news monitoring businesses. His only request
--  clips of
Batgirl.  He had come up with just two, quick clips before she faded
into the night, but the
few words spoken might just be the ticket, he thought.
  Slowly, over the next few days, he matched tapes of Barbara’s voice
from the bugs with
Batgirl’s, running them through several voice analyzers.
  “No chance, no chance,” he gasped as he looked at the printouts of the
voices. “They are
one and the same!!!”
   She's just got to be the one he thought.  It made sense. Batgirl had
retired about the
same time Gordon had gotten married.
  Garth slipped into the house again, this time for a more detailed look
with a radar device
to reveal hidden compartments. 
  If she was Batgirl, she must still have some of the stuff hidden
somewhere or packed
away where her husband can't find it. That would explain why there were
no references.
Either that, or I'm wasting my time, he thought.
  After an hour of searching, Garth was getting edgy. Gordon or her
husband would be
home soon and the last thing he wanted as a confrontation, yet. 
Suddenly, his radar
device began to beep, suggesting the wall behind the infant's closet
wasn't solid. 
 """Hmmm....what do we have here," as he gently knocked on the wall. "It
some type of
compartment."  With that he gave a gentle shove and the wall moved on a
hinge to reveal
a small closet behind the closet.
  As Garth walked into the small room, he whistled. "Wow!"  There before
him were all
kinds of weapons, smoke bombs, and of course, hanging up, several
Batgirl outfits with
red wigs.  "Houston, we have contact," he laughed to himself.

Two weeks later Barbara and Gary hurried to get ready for the hospital's
annual ball.
  "Come on, honey," Gary prodded. "Let's go, the limo will be here in
five minutes. We
can't afford to be late."
  "I'm just about ready," said Barbara as she walked out into her
husband's arms. She knew
she looked good. Although her jowls had begun to sag some, a close cut
dress revealed
some of her ample size 36D cup breasts and figure which she kept in
shape with frequent
workouts. "Let me get my purse and we're off," she said as the limo
pulled into the
driveway.
  Mrs. Wolcott, we'll be home late, take care of Christa and make sure
she gets to bed
early," she shouted as the pair walked out to the limo.
  Ten minutes later, as the pair approached downtown, Barbara suddenly
felt tired. 
  "Boy, this child stuff really takes it out of me,"  she said to her
husband who was also
asleep. Hmmm, we both really could use more rest she said as she put her
head down on
his shoulder and passed out from the gas that was now pouring into the
back of the limo.
  Garth grinned as he looked in the rear-view mirror.  He quickly did a
180 and sped back
to the house.
  He could see Mrs. Wolcott look out the window as he drove up the
driveway and waked
quickly up to the front door.
  "Yes, what is it?" Mrs. Wolcott said as she opened the door,
recognizing him and the
limo.
  "Well mam, my passengers forgot one thing, the baby,"  Garth replied
as he pulled out a
gun with a silencer and shot Mrs. Wolcott through the forehead.  As she
slumped to the
floor he pulled her body inside and threw it in the freezer. There, that
ought to keep you
for awhile.
  He ran upstairs an snatched the sleeping baby.  The girl  hardly woke
up as Garth put him
on the seat next to him.  Then he went around and got into the back of
the limo and stared
at the sleeping body of Barbara Gordon.  Her chest rose up and down as
she breathed.
  “Ah, my princess,” he said as he kissed the v of her chest. “You are
now mine Batgirl, all
mine,” he said, his hard on practically bursting out of his pants as he
gazed at the sleeping
Batgirl.  “What would all the criminals in Gotham have given for this
opportunity,” he
giggled. “Not only are you at my mercy, but so is your family.”
  Wanting to be cautious, he opened Barbara’s purse and spilled out its
contents. It was
filled with the usual. Lipstick, wallet, some money and a lighter and
cigarettes.  
Barbara and her husband were still out as he climbed back into the
drivers seat and sped
off to the house deep in the woods north of Gotham he had prepared just
for this.

Barbara awoke to find herself with something very tight on. Her head
pounded and she
was very groggy.  She was conscious enough to realize she also had some
type of 
mask. However, it was to dark to see much, and anyhow, she couldn't move
her head,
since it was being held down at the forehead by some type of band.  To
her horror, she
soon realized a nearby TV monitor was focused on her sleeping daughter
and husband,
both of whom appeared to be sleeping.
  Suddenly the door opened in back of her and someone walked in as the
door shut. She
was again in darkness, only this time a bright light went on directly in
front of her, blinding
her.
  "Barbara Gordon, you are guilty of crimes against humanity. For this
you and your family
shall be punished severely."
  Barbara felt a drip of sweat break out on her forehead. Whoever this
was, wasn't kidding.  
"What have you done to my husband and daughter...and Mrs. Wolcott?  Why
are you
holding us here, what have we done?"
  "Well, Mrs. Wolcott is dead, shot once through the head, I'm afraid.
As for the other two
watch," said Garth into Barbara's ear.
  As she gazed at the monitor a pair of men entered the room where her
husband and baby
lay sleeping. The men roughed Gary up until he began to come to, then
proceeded to beat
him to a pulp, leaving him a bleeding twisted mess, sprawled on the
floor.
  "What do you want?"  gasped Barbara as she began to panic. This was
some madman
who had kidnapped them.  She thought to herself, “If only I could be
Batgirl one more
time. But, in an instant, she knew she was out of shape.  "I'll do
anything, just tell me what
you want. We don't have much money, but I could get more, just tell me."
  Just then from out of no where, a fist slammed into Barbara's stomach.
 "Uhhmmppphh....oohh..." was all she could moan.
  You were once known as Batgirl, were you not, Miss Gordon," sneered
Garth.
  "I...I....No, she gasped taking loud breaths, fighting to get her wind
back. “What are you
talking about?"
  "Men," shouted Garth into a nearby monitor, kill the child.
  "NO!  My God.....YES, I was once Batgirl.  I retired when I got
married.  Look, I'll....I’ll
do anything, please.....just don't hurt my girl or husband again,
please," Barbara begged.
  As Garth turned up the lights, he held up a large mirror to Barbara.
She gasped because
staring her back in the face was Batgirl.
  My God, somehow this guy has figured out I was Batgirl as the panic
began to rise up in
her and the bile in her stomach.
  Just then, Garth produced a long knife and approached Batgirl. 
  "No, please..." she screamed, and began to cry silently, as a tear
trailed down her face.
But it was too late.  Garth began to cut the costume off Batgirl, from
her neck to her
boots until she stood there, naked, her breasts popping out of what was
left of her suit,
and her vagina,its brown well manicured bush in all its glory, exposed.
  "You said you'll do anything, Batgirl.  Does that include sex with
me?" Garth grinned.
  "Yes," answered a dejected and humiliated Batgirl. "If that is what it
takes to save the life
of my daughter and husband, so be it."
  Garth leaned down and began to play with her breasts, rubbing each
one, then cupping
one in his mouth as he began to suck on her nipple.  “Hmmmm...this
tastes good. So,
you’re breast feeding, eehhh,”  as he sucked the milk from her breasts.
  Although she was scared and humiliated, Barbara had always found
something erotic in
the thought of being tied up as a criminal licked her pussy or sucked
her bosums.  Her
nipples, despite her best efforts, began to harden as her enemy
stimulated her nipples as he
expertly used his tongue on her, sucking all the milk she could offer.
  “Hmmmmmm” she gasped as a moan escaped her lips and she swore silently
at herself
for letting her get turned on by this criminal.
  Garth’s tongue trailed off, as he licked her stomach and played with
his tongue inside her
belly button, then continued licking until he reached the edge of her
brown public hair.
  “I must say, you had me fooled for awhile, dear. A red wig. Really. 
That was a great
move, as he gently swished her clitoris for the first time.
  Barbara, felt a chill and a rush. She and Gary hadn’t had sex for a
couple of weeks and
she was already horny. She could feel her clitoris begin to come to
life, growing steadily
harder as he brushed his tongue against it, time and time again.
  "Oh....oooohhhhhh" moaned Barbara.  "Can't lose control, must keep
some control of
the situation and we'll never escape and......as her thoughts became
harder to process as
her pussy took a relentless tongue job from Garth.
 "HHmmmmmm......yes, you taste so good."
  Barbara hated herself for actually starting to enjoy sex with this
manic, but she couldn't
help it. She was bound, in her Batgirl costume, something which had
always been a sort of
fantasy of hers, and it did feel so dammed good.
  “Ahhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhhhh” as she twisted in her restraints she was
beginning to
approach climax.
  Suddenly, Garth stopped. "Enough for now, Batgirl. Now for the main
course,” Garth
said unfastening her restraints and flicking a switch to reveal a large
bed as the false wall
fell away.  “Try anything and your family is shot immediately. Please
me, and you, and
they remain alive. Fail to please me or piss me off, and you’ll watch
them die, which is
why I decided to do without restraints. Don’t you think it will be so
much more
pleasurable? he laughed as he gestured for her to get into the bed.
  She was naked, except for her cape and cowl.  As Garth jumped in, he
instructed her to
remove her cowl, but keep the mask on. “I want to make love to Batgirl,”
he said as the
pair lay down on the king size bed.
Let's try this on for size," he said removing his pants and putting his
cock near her mouth.
as he lay on the bed.  “Time for you to please me.  And don’t try
anything or remember,
your family will pay the consequences, as she reluctantly crawled up
onto his legs and
opened her mouth, taking his rock hard penis into her cavity.
 He began to push, back and forth as she sucked. She knew all their
lives depended on
keeping this madman happy as she rolled her tongue over and under his
penis.  Garth
slammed her so violently she almost passed out from lack of air, as she
moved her head up
and down on his dick.  He placed his hands on her mask as she felt him
grow harder and
harder, rocking faster and faster, slapping the back of her throat until
she felt his spasm
and the warm salty taste of cum in her mouth.
  “That’s it my dear Batgirl. Suck....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” as he came
again into her
mouth.  Finally he stopped his pushing and pulled his semi-hard dick out
of her mouth as
she knelt before him shaking and sick.  In all her years as Batgirl she
had never been raped
like this. Captured a few times, and even undressed, but her secret
identity was never
exposed nor was she raped.  She knew their only hope of survival was her
getting free.
But she was without her utility belt and her husband and child were in
another room.
 She lay on the bed, next to him, dreading, but knowing what must come
next.
  Garth began to kiss her on the mouth, very gently as he began to rub
her clitoris again.
As he kissed her, he put his finger inside of her, rubbing her clitoris
with his other finger. 
Batgirl found him hard to resist as her clitoris again began to swell
up.
 “Ummmmmmm”
  “I want to make love to you, Batgirl,” he whispered as he rolled over
onto her and
moved his penis to her lips.
  “NO.....please...please....not this way...”  Barbara begged, but she
knew it was to no
avail.  In fact, turned on as much as she was, in the back of her mind
she hoped he might
ravage her.
  He took her head between his hands and kissed her, as she felt his
penis began to slide
into her.
 “Ohhhhhhhhhh”  she gasped. It was a huge penis as it worked its way up
inside of her,
filling her walls.
  Barbara could feel Garth inside of her as he pushed his penis up
inside her womb.
  "PPPLLLLeeeaaaaasssseeee," she begged..."It hurts....can't....can't
take ...." as Garth
began to slowly rock back and forth inside of her.
  Despite her willpower, Barbara felt the orgasm rise within her as she
felt his penis
penetrating her, and his tongue playing her hers.  She was helpless to
fight the pulsating
thing deep inside of her and she began to buck  her hips, back and
forth.  After several
minutes, she knew resistance was futile.
  "It......ooohhhh.....geeeezzzz........ohhhhhhhhhh 
GGGGOOOOOODDDDDD....
UMMMMMPPPPHHHHH," she screamed in a frenzy as the climax struck her like
lightining.  "OOOHHHH......"
  Breathing heavily, she relaxed just as fast, she could feel another
one building.
 "What ...do.....you....UUUUMMMMMHHHHHHHHH" as another orgasm washed
over
her like a wave of pleasure.
  Suddenly, as Batgirl was screaming and bucking she felt something hard
shoot into her.
  “Ahhhhhhhh.......GOOOOODDDDDDD  YYYEESSSSSSSSSSS,” Garth screamed as
he gripped her ass with both hands and slammed his penis against her
pelvis violently.
  In her frenzy, she lifted her legs up over his back and surrounded him
with her thighs,
pulling him tight and milking him as she felt him release inside of her
again and again.
  “Gaaaaaa........ummmmpphhhhhhhhhh”  she groaned as another orgasm
thundered
through her and she joined in his rhythm.
Just then, Garth reached up and removed her wig and mask. Now, Barbara
was just
another woman, stripped of dignity, her clothes and powerless to stop
this madman. 
  “Wha....what....what...do...you want,” she cried as she lay there,
spent and wasted.
  "Simple, I want your unconditional surrender.  For the life of your
son and husband, I
want you, to do as I command or they die. It's that simple really. I
hold the aces, you have
no cards.  
 "You're mad," Batgirl spit. 
   "Come on....come on...." as he continued to ram her and leaned down
to suck her
breasts.  He slammed her harder and harder, faster and faster, licking
her breasts and neck,
until even Barbara felt she may climax again.  Suddenly Garth seized.
"Yes.....that's...uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....yess......." as Barbara felt
his cock spew forth its
semen inside of her womb. "Uhhhhhhhh. Jesus this feels so good. Now
tighten on me,
Batbitch," he commanded as Barbara complied and milked him some more.
   The pair continued to vent their lust for an hour, before Garth
rolled off the weakened
Batgirl, her body soaked with sweat, her brown pubic hair matted with
his cum  Suddenly,
Barbara felt more naked than ever, as she and not Batgirl lay on the
bed.
  “Here” said Garth as he leaned over and pulled something off the
nightstand next to the
bed and handed her a cigarette. “I can’t believe Batgirl smokes, but
have one,” as she took
the cigarette from him and he lit it.
  “Actually, I never smoked while I was Batgirl.  Had to keep up my
training. But, once I
retired, I figured I could loosen up and live a little, you know,” she
said taking a deep drag
on her cigarette and trying to think how she would get herself, her
child and her husband
free from Garth, although she had to admit, at the moment, she was
feeling pretty good.

  "I'll leave you alone for the few hours Batgirl. But, I will return!"
said Garth rising from
the bed. 
  “What...what about my daughter?  My husband!!!!” shouted Barbara after
him, but he
ignored her as he shut and bolted the door.
THE END, PART ONE.

This is all I wrote, folks. The rest is up to you. Voting time. What do
I do with Batgirl
now?  Her family’s life hangs in the balance, her secret identity is
out. Time to you all to
answer that question!!!!


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