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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
rivers 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.


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