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BATGIRL 25 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!!!!

   Part 2 Batgirl, 25 Years Later by Bob Cashman

   Part 2

   Barbara looked around the room in a panic.  She had to free her husband
and daughter from this madman who had somehow discovered her true identity.
She knew resisting his demands would lead to her family's death, but she
also knew that she was the only one who could get them out of this mess,
even if meant her own life.  Babs was also concerned.  Although she was
older, she and her husband had been trying to have another baby, and
accordingly, she was taking no birth control measures.  "My God...if I was
impregnated by that animal," Barbara muttered as she shook her head, trying
not to think of the possibilities as she wiped some of Garth's semen away
from her still soaking wet pubic hair that had begun to ooze out of her.

   She sat on the bed and put on the other Batgirl suit Garth had brought
from her house, since he had cut up the first on beyond repair.  It was a
little tight, from the weight she had put on over the years, but otherwise
fit almost perfectly.  The symbol of the bat stretched across Barbara's
ample size 36-D chest.  She pulled on her boots and gloves, then pulled her
wig and cowl on, helping complete the transformation.  When she pulled the
mask down, covering her face, she could feel the power and excitement surge
through her, as she stood for a moment, collecting her thoughts.  Then,
Batgirl began to search the room.  There was a bed, a table, and of course,
the manacles, plus a toilet in one corner.

   Garth Stone sat in his room, pondering his next move.  He hated Batgirl
with a passion.  His life, gone since she had put him in jail for being the
driver in a bank heist in which a guard had been killed, could only be
redeemed by making her own life miserable.  Batgirl had arrived just after
the shooting, and had quickly overcome the three men inside the deserted
bank that night.  Then she had opened his car door and quickly subdued him.
He was almost sickened by the thought of how easily she had gotten the drop
on him.  Garth had been told the bank would be deserted, or else he would
never have agreed to the plan.  One of the men inside had plea bargained,
and Garth had been blamed for the killing.  Batgirl, unable to testify
because of her secret identity, had been unable to tell the cops that he
had been outside, nowhere near the actual killing, and he had drawn a life
term.

   "I'll even the score with this bitch, now," he muttered, as he watched a
TV monitor with Barbara's husband on one screen and her daughter on
another. "It would be too easy to simply fuck you and kill you, Batgirl. 
First, you'll suffer while I punish your family with you unable to do
anything to help but forced to watch," he grinned as he exited the room.

   The next morning, Garth entered Barbara's room.  She was sitting on the
bed, dressed in her Batgirl costume, sans mask, her short brown hair just
dropping to her shoulders.  Her sizable breasts, although sagging more than
the old days, still presented two formidable globes which made the yellow
outline of the Bat stand out against her costume.  Her face was slightly
freckled, the crow eyes were readily apparent.  While she was still in good
shape, her jowls sagged just a bit, revealing her 47 years.

   "Good morning, Batgirl, or should I say Barbara?" said Garth, as he
entered quickly.  The door locked behind him.  "How are we this morning?"
he grinned.

   "I'm fine.  I'd be a lot better if we could make some kind of deal.  How
about you let my husband and daughter go in exhange for me?  I'll be your
sex slave, wife, whatever, but you let my family go?  Do we have a deal?"
asked Barbara, desparately hoping to hear him agree.

   "No deals,Batgirl.  You're in no position to bargain for anything but
mercy.  In fact, when I'm finished with you...well you just see what
happens," hissed Garth Stone.

   Barbara felt a chill come over her, knowing her time was running out
with this madman, and she had to make a move soon, or they would all be
dead.  Before she could say anything though, the TV monitors came to life,
showing her husband and daughter.

   Her husband was naked, tied to a table similar to the one in her room,
with a mask covering his face.  While she watched and listened, two men
entered the room.  As she watched in horror, Barbara saw them take out what
appeared to be a cattle prod, and begin sticking her husband with tiny
jolts of electricity.  He began to scream and sqirm as jolt after jolt
began to surge through him.

   "Please...please...dear God, I'm begging you.  Don't hurt him anymore,"
she pleaded.  "What is it you want from me?  I'll do
anything...please...it's me you want...don't..." as her words were lost in
a chorus of sobs, while in the background, her husband continued to scream.

   "WATCH Batgirl," Garth commanded.  "Watch him suffer.  Each time he is
struck by a jolt, a slightly larger charge is added.  He'll literally be
electrocuted to death," he laughed.

   Barbara put her hands up to Garth.  "Please...please...anything...just
stop this.  He's a good man..." but her pleading was ignored, as the
screams continued to pour out of the monitor for several more minutes
until, they suddenly stopped.

   "Now Batgirl, I want you to make love to me like your daughter's life
depended on it.  Actually it does, so wipe away your tears for this command
performance, dear," he said as he kissed her.

   Barbara felt like someone had stabbed her.  She didn't know if her
husband was dead, or just unconscious, but she did know that she was at the
mercy of this madman for the moment, as the pair collasped on the bed and
she stripped out of her Batgirl costume.

   "Oh...God..." she whimpered, as she felt Garth ram his massive penis
into her still-dry vagina.  She quickly took his penis in her hand and
helped guide it into her, as he began kissing her neck.  Barbara wrapped
her legs around him as she felt his entire penis gradually disappear
between her legs that she had placed around and on top of his back.

   His hand began to work her clitoris, gently stroking it as she tightened
around his penis as the pair rocked back and forth.  Although she hated
this man and what he was doing, she was unable to resist the stimulation to
her clitoris.  After all, she had to make this good, or he would take out
his frustration on her daughter.  And who knows that that meant?

   '"ARGGGHHH...arrrrggghhhhhhhh...' she moaned, as she felt herself begin
to lubricate and come alive inside.  Garth's cock was so massive that she
couldn't help but be impressed by its size, as it swelled inside of her,
filling her.

   'Ahhhhhh...ummmpphhhhhhhhhhhh,' as she placed her arms around Garth and
began to deep kiss him.

   'Barbara...Barbara...' Garth repeated, as he moved his mouth and tongue
down to her breasts and began to milk them, while pushing harder and harder
inside of her.  Barbara could hardly contain herself as she felt her milk
draining out, and her clitoris swelling as it rubbed against his cock.

   'AHHHHHH.........UGGGHHHHH......UGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...' Barbara yelled,
as she exploded in a deep, massive orgasm that caused her entire vagina to
convulse.  ""GAAAAAA.....UUUUGGHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed, unable to
control the throbbing of her clitoris which caused a shudder to convulse
her entire body as she felt her milk being drained at the same time her
lips seized from her massive orgasm, gripping Garth's cock tightly.

   The pair made love for several hours.  Both came several times as Garth
pounded her head into the wall, then changed postions and entered her
vagina from the rear, laying on top of her ass, while sucking her neck,
whispering into her ear as he pulled her up and then over so she lay
spread-eagled on top of him, both of their faces toward the ceiling, she on
top as he ravenged her, pumping semen into her womb, one time after
another. Even she had to admit, he was a sexual superman.  Although she was
47, Barbara was still quite fertile, and was desparately afraid she would
be impregnated by this monster.

   As the pair lay on her bed, she leaned over, took out a cigarette, and
lit it, inhaling its smoke deeply trying to regain some of her energy.  Two
other men entered the room.

   "What's this?" she asked nervously, exhaling a cloud of smoke, then
quickly inhaling a long drag.

   "The encore, my dear.  I could hardly have all the fun with the former
Dark Angel, now could I?  My men simply wouldn't hear of it.  I hope you
will treat them with the same loving, caring and compassion you've treated
me, Barbara," he laughed, rising from the bed as the men began stripping
off their clothes.

   A tear went down her face as she realized she about to be raped again,
this time in a gang bang.  It was useless, even dangerous, to resist.  One
of the men grabbed her, and pulled her body to the side of the bed, so that
her pussy was near the side.  He began to gently touch her light brown
pubic hair with his dick, which was quickly filling with blood, as the
second man commanded her to lie down and open her mouth.

   "I've never made love to a superheroine before," he said in her ear, as
he brought his penis to her lips.

   "ARRRHHHH," she managed to scream, before the large penis was shoved
into her mouth.  Even as Barbara fought for breath, she gagged as she
screamed again, from the brutal way her labia were parted by the cock now
ramming its way up inside of her.

   Tears began to stream down her face, her worst fears realized as the two
thugs began to pound her with their pelvises.  She knew her family's life
once again fell to her shoulders as she submitted, and began to suck the
thug's penis in her mouth with her tongue, while clamping down hard on the
gigantic cock thursting her hips up and down.

   "I've never fucked a superheroine before either, much less an old one,"
the man with his cock in her canal laughed.  "You're even better looking
without the mask, Batgirl, although I'd prefer the red hair," he taunted,
as he began to suck the milk from one of her nipples.  ""Hmmmmmm, batjuice,
is that it?"

   "Come on, batslut," the other one commanded.  "Suck harder, or I have a
feeling your husband will pay for it."

   Barbara increased her gyrations and sucking as the pair continued to
pound her before she felt the wet trickle of cum expode inside her mouth,
the salty taste prompting her to momentarily gag just as she felt the
second one stiffen and ejaculate his semen into her.

   She looked at the ceiling.  She had never been so powerless, so
desparate, as the men traded places and continued their games with her. 
Hours later, they finished with an exhausted Batgirl.  As they finished
with her, they threw her bruised body to the floor.  She lay there, and
began to crawl away as they laughed at the once proud Batgirl, now reduced
to crawling because her body was so battered by the hours of rape, cum
seeping out of her anus, her love canal and mouth.  Her short brown hair
and face were also caked with drying sperm, and there were large hickies on
her nipples where the pair had literally feasted on them for hours.

   The two thugs left, as Barbara began to sob uncontrollably.  She looked
at her body in the mirror.  Her body was covered with dried semen and
brusies.  Her light brown public hair was matted with dried cum, which was
still oozing from her labia which literally hung down from underneath her,
they had been so abused.  She was shaking with rage and fear for her family
as she grabbed for a cigarette.  Her hand was trembling so much, she had
trouble holding the lighter steady, but she lit it, and took a huge drag.
Babs sat on the edge of the bed, alternately crying and chain smoking for
the next couple hours, before passing out on her bed from sheer exhaustion.

   She awoke some time later.  Her muscles were literally screaming from
the abuse she had taken over the past few days.  Her body was caked with
dried semen as she rose, and put on the only clothes in the room...her
Batgirl outfit.  Barbara had a plan, she only prayed it would work, since
failure would mean certain death for her family.

   She pulled on the mask, hoping for the familiar feeling the costume used
to give her when she put it on...a feeling of confidence, superiority. 
Even she had to admit though, 25-years had passed.  While she worked out
twice a week, her body was in nowhere near the tone it once was, and 25
years of smoking, however light, had taken its toll.  Still, she WAS
Batgirl.  She had removed the chain and some steel from the inside of the
toilet in her room earlier, and had fashioned a lock pick out of it. 
Within seconds, Batgirl had picked the lock and opened the door.

   The hallway looked like it could have been in a doctors office or some
sort of professional building.  She quickly decided her husband and
daughter would be held in a locked room or rooms.  Unlocked rooms might
mean trouble, so she began to systematically try each door in the hallway.
After trying a half-dozen, she found a locked one.  Again, her makeshift
lockpick worked, and she was in the room.  Her daughter was in a nursery,
and sleeping soundly.  "Crissa, Crissa," she said, shaking her daughter
awake.  "Wha...who are you," said the child, still half asleep.

   "I'm a friend of your mommy's, honey.  Come on, we've got to get your
father and go," she said, picking the young girl up and hurrying into the
hallway.

   Several doors later, she entered another locked door and discovered her
husband, chained to the wall.  He had been badly beaten.

   "Gary, Gary, wake up," she said, as she gently slapped his face.

   "Batgirl...Bar...Barbara...?  " he said quizzically, looking into the
familiar green eyes of his wife while looking at Batgirl.

   "There's no time to explain.  We've got to get out of here," she told
him, as she picked the locks on the chains holding her husband to the wall.

   The three quickly made their way through the hallway, and out a door
marked exit.  As they stepped into an alley, Batgirl gasped.

   Standing there were Garth and the two henchmen who had earlier brutally
raped Batgirl.

   "Going somewhere, Batgirl?  What's the hurry?  I'm disappointed in you.
You have risked the lives of your husband and little girl with this poorly
planned escape of yours," said Garth.

   Without hesitating, Batgirl landed a vicious punch into Garth's chest.
She knew she had to take out all three quickly, or face certain death.  She
only prayed her training wouldn't fail her.

   She spun around and kicked the first thug, as she rotated and punched
the next one.  As Garth got up, she knocked him in the face hard, and spun
around to face the attacker she could hear getting up.  A kicked one-two
punch to the face, and he went down again, as she spun to meet the other
thug, who was getting up with a two-by-four in his hand.  He swung it, as
she dodged and knocked him flat with a judo kick, even as Garth struck her
from behind with another two-by four.  She gasped for breath, pausing to
catch her breath as the other thug smashed her hard in the stomach and she
staggered back.

   "Quick, Gary run..." she managed to shout, as she grabbed one of the
thugs who was moving to stop her husband.  With her attention diverted, the
other thug struck her again in the side.  She fought to keep her knees from
buckling, her fingers loosening on the thug who held her husband.

   "I've had enough fun for one night, Batgirl.  Enough," shouted Garth, as
his fists landed several punches to Batgirl's face, and a second thug
smashed her ribs with a two-by-four.  "This whole escape was planned.  I
wanted to see if you'd figure out what to do with the toilet components,
and you didn't disappoint me," he laughed at her.  "But you really are out
of shape, Barbara," he continued, as he kicked her in the groin.

   Her husband and child, now restrained by the first thug, who was also
now holding a gun on them, watched in terror as Batgirl crumpled to the
pavement.

   "Arrrgghhh...got...got...to get up..." she gasped, as she propped
herself up on one arm.  She slowly got up as the three thugs approached. 
She waited until one was close enough, then tried to smash him with her
right, only to miss and take a fist herself squarely in the jaw.  As she
tried to regain her balance, the thugs closed and began to pummel her. 
Batgirl, at 47, was no match for three well trained, and young, street
fighters.  The trio beat her viciously.  Each time she would get up slower,
as they began to land blows almost at will as Batgirl staggered around the
alley like a punch drunk fighter.  Her husband averted his eyes as he
watched his wife take one punch after another.  First, one would land a
brutal punch to her ribs, then another the head as she began to breathe
heavily.  It seemed every punch or kick would only hit air and the next
moment Batgirl would be hit again and again and again before she could even
respond.  As she stood there, she knew she was no match for the street
punks.  Her aging body and smoking had betrayed her, and the once proud
Batgirl was now only an aging fomer superheroine, gasping for breath.

   "Batgirl!" shouted Garth, as she wheeled around.  As Batgirl stood
there, her chest heaving, her arms, barely able to reach her chin, Garth
laughed, moved one arm like he was going to strike her.  Batgirl tried to
cover, and too late realized it was a sucker punch, as he quickly brought
his other arm up.  She only glimped the flash of brass knuckles as he
landed a massive blow to her head, and she dropped to the pavement
unconscious.

   As her husband and child watched in horror, Garth approached the
unconscious body of Batgirl which was sprawled on the pavement.  He leaned
over and turned her body over so she was lying face up, her mouth and nose
dripping blood down the side of her face onto the pavement.

   "Behold, the great Batgirl, beaten and bloodied by yours truly," Garth
gloated, snickering the last of the words.  He then pulled the mask from
her face, revealing that face to her shocked daughter for the first time.

   "Mommy...mommy!" screamed the young girl, as Garth dragged her body back
into the complex with the help of his men.

   Barbara awoke some time later, chained at her wrists and ankles to the
bed, and stripped naked, revealing her black and blue body, still caked
with blood in some spots from the cuts which littered her upper torso.

   "My God...the bastards...what did they do to me?" she whimpered to
herself.  Never had she felt so helpless...or old.  Her body ached like it
had never ached before, even in her prime when she had been sometimes
beaten, it hadn't felt this bad.

   The door opened and in walked Garth.  "Hello, Barbara, how are you
feeling?  I hope you're up for some play, my Bat toy," he laughed, as he
shut the door.

   As he began to undress himself, Barbara noticed the monitor in the room
flickering on.  Her eyes opened wider and wider as she realized what was
ocurring.  Somewhere, in another room, her husband was in a clear
container. He was standing in it, as sand,or something similar to it, was
slowing being poured into the enclosure.  She gave a slight gasp as she
realized that the picture was a split screen and she was also looking at
her daughter in another, similar container, which was also being filled by
sand.

   "Oh...I see you've discovered YOUR entertainment for the time being,"
said Garth, as he lay down on the bed next to the chained body of Barbara
Gordon, and began caressing her nipples.

   "What are you doing now, Garth?" asked Barbara, fearing the answer.

   "Quite simple really, Batgirl.  I'm going to make love to you while you
watch your husband die.  While you come, he goes...ha...ha...ha...ha... 
ha..." he laughed, as Barbara felt the tip of his penis at her labia.

   "Pleasee...plleeeeasseeee...I'll do
anything...anything...anything...just don't kill my husband and
daughter....Garth...think of it.  I'll be all yours.  Anything you want. 
You can..."

   Garth held his hand up as he interrupted her.  "I already have you.  Now
I want you to watch your family die while you are helpless to help them..."
as he plunged his cock into her all at once.

   "Aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee" she gasped, from the pain of his dry member being
forceably rammed into her.

   'Pleasseeee...Garth...anything, I'll do anything...just leave my family
alone...I'm begging you...pleassssseeeeee' as her pleadings ended in a
large sob.

   Garth began to suck the milk from Barbara's breasts as he began to ram
her pelvis as hard as he could.  He wanted every inch of his cock inside of
her while she watched her husband die as he slid his massive member back
and forth while he drank her milk.  Never in his life had he imagined such
power.  Batgirl was his as he paused from his thirst to gaze as her face.
Her short brown hair had streaks of gray in it, and her chin had begun to
sag just a bit, but he had to admit, she was still as fine physcial
specimen, a woman, as he had ever seen.  And he had figured out who she
was!!!

   Barbara was almost delerious.  The enclosure was almost half-full, and
there was nothing she could do.  She could hear the sound of her husband
and daughter yelling as Garth brutally pounded her.  Her mind was ready to
snap and surrender as she closed her eyes.

   "Uggghhh...Uggggghhhhhhhh...Ugggghhghhhhh" moaned Garth, as he sucked
her breasts, his cock filling her as she rocked back and forth.  She could
feel him ready to cum inside her unprotected (and still fertile) womb as
she began to get in sync with him, the duo heaving up and down, higher and
higher until she felt him began to seize in her, his sperm invading her
womb as he moaned and squirted his cum deep inside of her.

   'AAAAAAAAAIIIEEEEEEEE' screamed Garth, sucking her breasts as he
unleashed his cum inside of her.  Although limited by her chains, Barbara
threw her hips back and up, throwing Garth's head into the wall above her,
knocking him unconscious, his throbbing penis still inside of her.

   Using her body, Barbara pulled his body further up onto her, until the
small magnet that she had noticed adorning his neck was inches from her
electric manacles.

   "Pleasee...dear God..." she could hear her husband begging for his life,
as the sand reached his chest.  She knew he had almost no time to live as
she wiggled the magnet towards the first manacle, praying her plan would
work.

   "CLICK" She smiled.  She knew a magnet, moved among a bundle of wires,
the wires in her manacle would create a small electric current.  Enough,
she hoped, to unlock her manacles.

   In seconds, she had unlocked her manacles and slipped Garth into them.
Then, she slipped on her clothes which were still in the room, and used
Garth's key to escape.

   From the monitor, she knew the room was big, and probably underground,
as she hurried down the hall, searching for a way downstairs.

   "There...over there," she told herself, as she opened the door and
headed downstairs, praying Garth's men wouldn't be waiting for her.  She
knew with the beating she had taken and the lack of sleep, and her age, she
was in no shape to fight again.  She was gasping for air as she hit the
final step and looked around the room.

   Barbara peered around the corner and saw Garth's two assistant's talking
with one another at the foot of the stairs leading up to the entrance,
which was on a platform that led to a small opening in the enclosure. 
Although she was hardly in shape, she knew her and her family's lives now
depended on her overpowering these two men.  If she failed, she knew all of
them would die.

   Looking around, she spied a stray bolt, picked it up, and pitched it
across the room, where it struck the wall with a resounding CLUNK.

   "What the hell is that?" asked one of the men, leaving to have a look.

   Barbara moved quickly.  As the other guard watched his colleague, she
ran up behind him, putting her hand over his mouth, while giving a quick
karate chop to his neck.  He went down without a sound, as she pulled the
body away from the stairs.

   "Hey, John, must have been some stray cat or something.  Nothing here,"
he said, approaching the glass enclosure which held her husband.

   "Quick, quick..." thought Barbara, as she glanced over at her daughter's
glass case, which was filled with quicksand up to her daughter's neck also
by now.  She could hear her daughter's whimpers, but knew she couldn't do
anything just yet.

   "John...what???" said the second guard, as Barbara jumped out and kicked
him with all her might in the groin.

   "HUUUPHHHHHH" groaned the guard as he grabbed his groin.  Barbara moved
to kick him again, but this time he was too quick and grabbed her foot,
throwing her to the floor.  She was already breathing hard, sucking air as
she struggled to get back on her feet as the guard grabbed a nearby
two-by-four and came at her.  She ducked, just as the two-by-four whizzed
by her head, knocking a small coffee can down under the enclosure.  Barbara
used her temporary advantage to propel herself at him as her fist struck
him in the jaw and knocked him unconscious.

   As she got up and shook her head to clear it, she heard a whoosh and
looked over to see a small electrical fire under the enclosure containing
her husband.

   "The coffee can must have contained diesel fuel or something," she
thought to herself.

   Barbara looked over to her daughter, only to discover to her horror that
the sand was filling around her nose, and she was in the last throes of her
death struggle.

   Barbara raced the half dozen steps to the next enclosure, ran up the
stairs, and smashed open the small door.

   "Honey...honey...please...grab mommy..." she begged, as she reached her
arms and head into the small Plexiglas enclosure and grabbed an arm.  She
couldn't pull her daughter up.  The sand had such force she could not break
the suction.  "UGGHHHHHH....UUUGGHHHHHHH she cried as she pulled as hard as
she could, frantically trying to pull her daughter free.  Finally, her
daughter's body broke free, and Barbara pulled her daughter up.

   "Mommy...mommy!  You're here," her daughter cried, as she began to cough
and sputter.  "Come on, let's get you out of there," Barbara said.

   "Come with mommy," she said, as she quickly led the young girl over to
the stairs leading up and out of the room.  "Now, go up there and wait for
me," she said, kissing her daughter's forehead as she looked around.  The
room was quickly filling with smoke from the fire which was now surely
cooking her husband alive, she thought, as she bounded up the stairs of his
Plexiglas enclosure.  She took the stairs two at a time and arrived at the
top.  She gasped as she grabbed her chest.

   "Argghhhhhhh" she moaned, as she felt a stab of pain in her chest and
momentarily doubled over.  She struggled with the door, unable to open it,
as she peered down into the sand, which completely covered her husband.

   "Come on...come on..." she pleaded with no one in particular, as she
finally pulled open the door and lowered her top half of her body down,
while her legs grabbed the two sides of the entrance to the door, holding
her upside down.

   "Gary...Gary...please answer me...please..." she begged, as her hands
frantically dug as the sand.  She felt something and began to pull.  The
sand was like cement, but after a minute of pulling she had finally managed
to loosen her husband enough so that she could pull his upper half out. 
She continued to struggle, the sweat literally pouring off of her, until
she worked him loose, then pulled with all her might as she brought him out
onto the platform.

   Barbara was exhausted.  She knew her husband wasn't breathing, but she
had to catch her own breath.  Her chest felt like it was exploding, as it
continued to heave up and down while she gulped for air.  She wiped her
face, which was covered in sweat.  Finally, she rolled over to her husband.
She didn't even possess the strength to get up, as she cleared his mouth
and began to give mouth to mouth to him.  The smoke was so thick, she
didn't even know that if she got him breathing again, if the pair would be
able to find their way out, and the heat was now making the platform very
hot.

   "Please...please breathe...please dear God...breathe..." she prayed, as
she tried for a fifth and sixth time to breathe life into her husband.

   Suddenly he sputtered, then gasped and coughed, as he started to
breathe. "Honey...get up...I...I can't carry you out of here.  Don't have
the strength..." said Barbara, as she rose to her feet and tried to help
her husband up.  She was watching her husband so intently she hadn't
noticed Garth approach on the steps.  As she struggled to help her husband,
who was still having difficulty breathing, back to his feet, she was thrown
against the outer wall of the enclosure with so much force from behind that
it knocked the wind out of her.

   WHAM!!  as she crumpled against the wall and fell to her knees.

   "You think you can get rid of me that easily, Batbitch?" Garth screamed.
"Take this," as he began banging her head against the wall almost at will.

   Barbara's hands tried to grasp Garth as he pummeled her, reaching vainly
for something to grab, until he finally stopped, and she fell face down
onto the platform.  She could hear her husband moaning next to her as she
turned her head to see his body next to hers.  She could feel the life
draining out of her.  She had failed her family as she began to choke on
the acrid smoke.

   Then she saw Garth bend down, and begin to choke her husband, still in
shock from his ordeal.  "NO!" she cried, as she summoned the last ounces of
strength she had, and brought up a foot in a quick move, causing Garths
legs to fall out from under him.  He tumbled two or three stairs down.

   Barbara got to her feet to meet her attacker.  "Come on Garth.  It's me
you want.  Not my family.  It's about me, Batgirl.  Well come on, forgot
about him," she challenged, motioning to her husband, "and come get me,"
she said, putting her arms on her hips in the familiar Batgirl pose of
years past, her torn shirt revealing an exposed breast that was heaving up
and down.

   "Honey, get Crissa and get out of here.  Don't wait for me.  I've got to
fight this guy or we'll all die.  Your job is to protect Crissa now, honey.
Go!!!" she gasped and pleaded to her husband.

   Her husband slowly made his way to the bottom of the stairs, coughing
violently from the smoke as Garth, who had moved to the bottom lest her
husband try anything snarled at him as he walked past him.

   "Ugh...ughh...." Barbara could barely breathe as Garth bounded up the
stairs.  She knew he would try and pummel her quickly with his strength,
which she hoped to use against him, judo style, but the smoke was getting
to her, and she knew she had only moments to live, unless she got out of
the basement hellfire she was trapped in.

   Garth feined a punch as Barbara ducked and tried to push him into the
open door and into the quicksand.  He had anticipated her move and grabbed
her by the pant loops brining her to him in a kiss.

   "My pretty.  Do we die together, or do you die alone?" he laughed, as he
released her from his kiss with a vicious knee to the groin.  She blocked
the groin kick, but Barbara was so spent she barely had the energy now to
stand.  Garth struck her with a fist to her stomach and she doubled over.
As she tried struggled to catch her breath, he kicked her in the ribs and
she doubled over, her body poised at the entrance to her plastic coffin.

   "Bye, Batgirl.  It's been fun, but you really must be going," smiled
Garth, as he pushed her body off the entryway and into the sand.

   "No!!!!" was all Barbara could scream, as she felt her body go over the
edge, her eyes wide with terror and the certainty she had lost and was
about to die.  She grasped for something, anything as her body hung
suspended by both arms, her eyes looking up at her executioner in horror.
She fell, but as she did, she managed to catch the side of platform at the
entrace of the container.

   Barbara lay hanging over the side, her feet and body dangling over the
deadly quicksand.  She could feel her strength going.  It would only be
moments before she released her grip and slid to her certain death.

   "NO!!  Anything!!!  Please...I will do anything..." she begged.

   "I win...you lose, Barbara Gordon.  Now, I've got to go kill your
husband and daughter for good," he said, as he turned to go.

   Barbara used her last ounce of energy to grab Garth's foot with one
hand, then the next.  She knew there was now no way out.  She didn't have
the strength left to pull herself up.  Her chest pain was unbelievable and
her strength was spent.  She simply relaxed and let her weight do the rest,
as she looked into Garth's eyes as he turned his head.

   "What???  NO.....NO!!!  You bitch...you'll kill yourself..." Garth
screamed, as he tried in vain to grab anything, as he began to fall
backwards.

   Barbara held on, until both were encased in the quicksand, of which more
was still being added.  It was very hot as both of them struggled to find a
way out.  Barbara knew with the plastic walls there was no way out but
death, as she fell down under the quicksand and it enveloped her.  She gave
a last gasp as she relaxed and succumbed to death, certain her husband and
daughter were safe, and her secret was safe with them as the fire and
quicksand consumed her, Garth and his henchmen.

   THE END


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