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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.


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