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Ok, here's my two cents on the Batgirl story. This is my first attempt
at writing one of these, but I agree with others on the board who have
indicated they'd like to see more of the super heroines lose.  Enjoy.



 WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

	This story contains scenes of violence, rape, bondage and
other sexual

situations which are not appropriate for anyone under the age of
eighteen. If

you are under the age of eighteen, do not read this story. If you are
offended

by this material, do not read any further.

	Batgirl, Batman, Gotham City and all other characters, except
for Mike Steel,

were created by and are copyrighted by and are property of DC Comics.
This

story has been written solely to occupy my free time. No compensation
has been or will be received for this story. This story is purely for
entertainment purposes and cannot be redistributed for the purposes

of making money or profit.

	Any similarity between names characters and places in this
story are purely

coincidental.

 



Batgirl's Final Battle 

Part 1

By Bob Cashman



Batgirl sped down Grant Avenue, hoping to head off another robbery
that she deduced Bane was about to commit.

  Suddenly, something on a building to her left caught her eye. A
slight movement, that wouldn't have been noticed by most. She slowed
the Batcycle to a crawl, when she noticed it was definitely a hooded
man, crawling through the window on the second story of a building
owned by Wayne Enterprises.

  Batgirl laughed to herself, knowing how well guarded all of Wayne
Enterprises buildings were. Still, she parked the Batcycle, looked
around to ensure no one else was watching and silently entered the
building, her senses on full alert.

  Unknown to Batgirl, was another man lurking in the shadows, not
moving, but observing her with a pair of nightscope binoculars.

  "There goes my maid of might,"  thought Mike Steel ." A few moments
more and the trap will be set," as Steel moved down from his perch
behind a trash can on the second story of a building across the one
Batgirl had just entered.

  Batgirl removed the Night Vision goggles from her utility belt,
adjusted them and moved through the deserted building, listening for
the sound of the burglar that had just entered.

  "I've got to get him fast, before Wayne Enterprises guards arrive,"
said Batgirl to herself.

  Suddenly the dark knight felt a sharp pain in her left breast. "Oh,
oh. I've been hit with a tranquilizer dart," she thought to herself as
the Dark Angle reached for her utility belt which provided an antidote
for the pesky darts which criminals had tried to use on her in the
past.

 "Got to get the belt ope......"  Just as she opened the utility belt,
she felt her legs give way as she hit the ground with a crash.

"Can't let this happen," screamed Batgirl in her mind. "Got to get the
antidote, just another second..." as the needle slipped from her hand
and she lost consciousness.

Mike Steel grinned as he approved the now unconscious body of Batgirl,
sprawled on the floor like a ragdoll.  "Batgirl, my am I going to have
some fun with you. You'll wish you'd never sent me up the river and
now, sweet, revenge is mine!"

  Batgirl awoke with a start. She was spread eagled on a table, her
hands, ankles and neck held by steel manacles.  Her Batgirl costume
and utility belt lay balled up on the floor across the dimly lit room.
Her boots and gloves had also been removed. The only thing remaining
was her cowl, which was still, thank God, firmly in place.

  As she surveyed the room, she noticed a number of cameras peering at
her and all manner of straps and torture instruments which caused her
to feel dread with what was likely to befall her if she couldn't get
out of this.  

  Just then a steel door opened a man with a mask similar to Batgirl's
entered the room.

  "Hello Batgirl, so glad you could join us tonight," laughed the
masked man.

  "You'd do yourself a favor and let me go now." said Batgirl, trying
to conceal her fear with a show of anger.  "A lot of your friends have
tried this and it's never worked.  Sooner or later, you'll wind up in
prison doing forty years."

  "Sorry my dear, not this time," smiled the man behind the mask. "You
see love, I've already done some time in the slammer, thanks to you
and now it's payback time.  By the time I'm done with you, you'll be
begging me to put you there."

  "Fuck you," spat the Maid of Might.

  "No, dear, fuck you, " said the masked man as he ripped the mask off
his head to reveal a horribly disfigured face.

 "Some of my fellow cons decided to give me a little acid bath, on the
face, Batgirl.  I wouldn't have been there had you not bumbled upon me
and four other guys one night five years ago during a heist on the
eastside. I was just the driver. Actually, I didn't even know it was a
heist, but I'm the poor bastard that wound up doing time for the
robbery while the other guys all plea bargained their crimes down.
Now, you're going to take some responsibility for this," he screamed
as he pointed to his face.

  "See what you did to me!"

  As Steel looked at Batgirl he leaned over and pulled a lever,
sending electricity through Batgirls's body.

 "Oh God,!" shrieked Batgirl. "Please, don't.  Just then another jolt
sent every nerve and neuron in her body screaming, her muscles tensing
as the electricity continued to hit her like a locomotive.  The pain
was the most incredible she had ever experienced. She couldn't think,
couldn't do anything but scream.

“Aiiiiieeeeeeee......Aaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee.....ooooooohhhhhhhhh”

 As suddenly as it began, it was over.

 "Hah, hah, we're just getting warmed up, wouldn't you say Batgirl,"
mumured Steel as he pulled the lever again, sending the current once
again through the body of Batgirl.

  After five minutes of this, Steel announced he was leaving.
“Great,” thought Batgirl, “I can't take much more of this.”

 "By the way, I've put you on a timer. Every minute or so the current
will activate for about a minute, before giving you a short rest.
I'll be back in a few hours to see how you're holding up," grinned
Steel.

 After an hour of torture, Batgirl knew she wouldn't last much longer.

"Oh God, please help me," the once proud Batgirl cried. "Help me,
somone please help me." Her only answer was silence and the dread in
her mind of what this man who had captured her, still had in store for
her.

  Just then, Steel entered the room. "Hello my princess, still with
us?  Well, I've decided to give you some relief. But it's really up to
you," as he held up a large dildo and put it between Batgirl's thighs. 

  “Now, this makes me Wonder,” he said. “You have red hair but
brown pubic hair. Not a natural redhead, eh Batgirl?”

  "What in God's name do you want from me?" shouted Batgirl. "I'm
sorry you went to prison, but I didn't put you there. A jury and
prosecutor did. I just happened to catch you and your friends in the
act. How was I to know? she pleaded.

  "Enough, batbitch," replied Steel as he forced the dildo deep within
Batgirl's pussy. "Each time you climax, the machine will sense your
climax and activate the electricity.  Each time, a few more volts will
be added until you're quite dead my love.  Should you be able to
control your orgasms, you will live a little longer, that's all,"
laughed Steel. "Smile, because I'm getting all of this on tape, for
eventual distribution to anyone who cares to see the last few moments
of your life, Bat bitch."

  With that, Steel activated the dildo, causing it to come to life.
Deep within her, Batgirl felt the first stirrings of desire.

 "Please, Steel, please, you don't want to kill me," pleaded Batgirl.

  "Later, babe," as Steel shut and locked the door.

  Batgirl thought about her worst nightmare, friends who had been
killed, anything to stop the orgasm that was building inside of her.
Beads of sweat rolled off her athletic body and breasts as she tried
in vain to stop her oncoming climax.

 "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh GGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!!!! she
screamed as the most intense orgasm ever slammed into her. "OOhh
pplleasseee, " she begged to no one. Barbara Gordon almost passed out,
her orgasm was so intense and long lasting. Her pussy was drenched as
she exploded in juices.  Just then, another wave hit Batgirl, only
this time, it was fed by electricity. "OOOHH NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" she
wailed as she thrashed on the table.  More pain than she had ever felt
ripped through her slender body. Unfortunately for Batgirl, the dildo
seemed to vibrate even more with each ensuring orgasm.

 I...can't.....let...can't let him break me like this thought Batgirl.
But it was again too late as another wave of pleasure swept over her
and she screamed.

"""Heeelllllppppp....oh please....UUhhhhhhhh, nooooooo....
oohhh......Goooodd." as Batgirl's brown eyes glazed over, and she
slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

  Batgirl awoke some time later.  How much later she didn't know, but
as she came to consciousness, she noticed an IV had been placed in her
left arm. She as still manacled to the table and she was naked, but
the dildo had been removed and her cowl was still in place.

 Suddenly in walked Steel and two of what Batgirl assumed were two of
his henchmen.

  "Hello princess, how good of you to make it through the first part
of our game plan," as Steel unzipped his pants, letting them drop on
the floor. "Now let's see how well you can handle this as he exposed
his cock to Batgirl. "My God, she thought, "this has to be the biggest
cock I've ever seen."  Batgirl gasped as Steel's shaft entered her and
rammed it inside of the Dark Angel of Gotham.

“Noooo.....pleeeeassseeeeee.......stooppppp.....” she cried as she
tried to squeeze her labia together in a futile effort to stop
Steel’s cock from invading her.

“Can’t....let....him take me.....” she thought to herself using all
her energy to resist him.  Never had Batgirl been raped by an
opponent.

  Suddenly Steel leaned over and slapped her in the face several
times. As Batgirl lay stunned by the onslaught, she momentarily
relaxed, enough for Steel to quickly ram his member up into her.

 “UUUGGHHHHHHHH”  Batgirl cried as she let out a gasp, feeling him
invade her most private part.

"HMMMmm , you're nice and warm, Batgirl as he rammed her again and
again.

"No, this can't be happening," thought Batgirl. In her worst
nightmares Barbara had imagined some day this might occur, but never
imagined her rape would be so brutal and horrific.

Batgirl just lay on the table, her eyes shut, moaning, knowing full
well there was nothing she could do to stop him from owning her body,
at least for awhile.

 "God, you feel so good," shouted Steel as he sucked on Batgirl's 36
size breasts. He continued to pump her as he worked his way to her
next breast and began to suck, removing his cock from inside of her.
Next, Steel kissed her neck, then lowered his mouth to her pussy. "NO,
no," screamed Batgirl in her brain. "Can't......can't....can......
lose.... control or let Steel break me."  But even as she said those
words to herself she felt her body stiffen as her entire vagina
tingled with the oncoming orgasm as Steel licked her drenched pussy
with his tongue, gently sucking her clitoris, swishing it back and
forth, back and forth.

Suddenly, he stopped and rammed his cock into Batgirl, pumping and
pumping. That, along with the great tongue job Steel had just given
her, sent Batgirl over the edge.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" was more like a plaintive wail, as the once proud
Batgirl succumbed to one of the most intense orgasm she had ever
experienced.

 Before she knew what was happening, Steel had reached up and now
snatched away Batgirl's cowl and wig, revealing, for the first time,
Barbara Gordon.

 ""OOH God," screamed Steel as he pumped his semen into Barbara
Gordon, "I've conquered the great Batgirl, she's mine," as he and
Batgirl, who was still in the final stages of orgasm joined in a
sexual rhythm as Batgirl, and now, Barbara Gordon, milked his sexual
juices.

Barbara Gordon lay panting on the table, her eyes glazed and her skin
flushed.  She couldn't believe what was happening. Her secret
identity, revealed to Steel. 

"Noooo....noooo,"  she moaned and cried.

 "If you'll look up, Batgirl, or should I say, Barbara Gordon, you'll
notice this has all been caught on tape for every criminal in Gotham
to see. But let's not worry about that just now, let's try this again,
and with that, Steel shouted for his fellow henchman to enjoy the Dark
Angel.



Barbara Gordon lay helpless as the two henchman approached. One,
inserted his penis into her and immediately began to ram away, as the
other one, forced her to open her mouth and put his cock into the now
almost delirious Batgirl.  Batgirl noticed she felt funny. It wasn't a
bad feeling, but a good one. It seemed almost like she was detaching
from her body and floating, at the same time, she heard herself
pleading with both men, "Please, I'll do anything, just let me go,"
but the two henchman continued their sexual assault upon the helpless
Libarian.  Suddenly, Batgirl didn't care, couldn't care less. She was
in another world, floating and the pain and humiliation was behind
her.

Barbara awoke in a bed, nude. The room was dark, but not so dark she
couldn't see. The room contained the bed she was sleeping in, a toilet
and a chair with some clothes on it, obviously designated for her.
"Odd," she thought, "I hardly remember the rape and I seem so foggy,
almost hungover."  She stared at herself in the mirror. Her size 36
D-cup breasts were still red and sore from the beating they had taken,
as was her pussy. "My God," she realized suddenly with horror. "I hope
to God I'm not pregnant."

  Just then the door opened and in walked Steel with the Joker and
Bane. "Hello Barbara, I think you know these two gentlemen."

 "I doubt I'd refer to them as gentlemen," shouted Barbara defiantly,
realizing she had no mask and cowl on, or even clothes. "Come,
Barbara, we're going to have some fun, but first you need to see
something," sneered Steel as he threw a naked Barbara Gordon through
the doorway and into a small room filled with monitors. "Watch this,"
he commanded as the Joker and Bane watched.

 Barbara Gordon looked as the large middle monitor as the Batmobile
sped away from the entrance to the Bat Cave, around a corner and
straight into the patch of a gasoline tank truck. BOOOOMMMMMM. There
was a terrible explosion as the Batmobile slammed into the tank truck
and a huge fireball erupted. Barbara watched in horror as she heard
the cries of Batman and Robin, both of whom were now enveloped in
flames and the wreckage of the Batmobile.

 Just then, on another monitor, right next to the one she was viewing,
Barbara saw a picture of herself, nude and groggy, answering questions
being asked by Steel.

 "Who is Batman and Robin's secret identity," demanded Steel. Barbara,
an IV still in her left arm, resisted, "No, can't, can't...."

  "Once again, you will answer me," demanded Steel.
"Baaa...Baarrrruuuuu....Bruce, Bruce, Wayne is Batman, Dick Grayson is
Robin," answered Barbara in a groggly but even voice.

 "You see, Barbara, we put some, shall we say, good drugs in that IV
of yours to help you help us eliminate Batman and Robin.  It was a
potent mixture of heroin and other drugs that will eventually
guarantee you will beg us to kill you. I'm still not sure whether I
want to kill you, or just turn you into a total vegetable, unable to
do anything but basic body functions. The great Batgirl, reduced to a
drug addict. Think of it guys," grinned Steel as the Joker and Bane
looked on. 

 Just then, the pair grabbed Barbara, who was still feeling groggy,
now she knew, from the effects of the drugs the fiends had pumped into
her, and inserted another IV into her. "Try some more, batslut,"
wheezed the Joker.

Joker took Barbara into his arms, laid her on a nearby bed and began
to rape her.

Time after time, he put his cock into her defenseless womb, pumping
and pumping, stirring her emotions.

  Barbara was too high to care.  Too gone to care, she only knew there
was no escape from the horror and that, Batgirl was no more. Now, she
was only Barbara Gordon, librarian and that her light brown pussy was
being battered by a criminal she hated and at the same time, she
realized, she wanted.

"Ooohh please, no, Joker. Please, I'll do anything for you. Just get
me out of here," she pleaded in his ear. I could still be of use to
you."

 "Sorry Batgirl, er, I should say now, Barbara. No deals. I just want
to fuck you and own you, as the Joker leaned down and licked Barbara's
ear, then kissing her bare neck, taking her short-cropped hair into
his hands as he began to suck her breasts, as his cock continued to
slide in and out of Barbara’s vagina.

 That, combined with the mind altering drugs and battered self-esteem,
sent the Dark Angel over the edge, hurtling toward another orgasm.

 ""OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH..... OOOOOHHHHHH.... OOOOOHHHHHH,
YYYYEEESSSSSSSSSS! screamed Batgirl as she climaxed. The Joker
climaxed at the same moment, sending rivers of his seed into Batgirl's
womb.

 "Ooohhh, please...that was the best orgasm I've ever had," laughed
the Joker. "And with Batgirl no less.  The Joker withdrew and Bane
stepped up as Barbara looked with horror.

 She began to cry as Bane wasted no time in ramming his manhood inside
of her, holding her up to him like a ragdoll, pulling her up and down
on his shaft.

 As Bane peered into Barbara Gordon's eyes, he held her closer and
closer, squeezing her with his mighty arms.  """OOOh, you're hurting
me," pleaded Barbara "Just wait," replied Bane, giving her a bear hug
so her broke two of her ribs. He let her go and squeezed again.

 ""NNOOOO! NO! Help!" screamed Batgirl, "Help!"  But it was to no
avail because the more Barbara screamed the more turned on Bane became
as he let go and this time squeezed again hard, breaking more ribs.
"CRACCCKKK," went another rib as Barbara began to wail and surrender
to the orgasm that had built inside of her. Pleasure and pain at the
same time was something she had often fantasized about, but never
realized she would be faced with as she was rocked by another orgasm 





Barbara awoke again in the dimly lit room that had now become her
prison. She was in bed, naked and groggy and reeling from the pain of
several broken ribs. But she knew one thing. After two weeks of being
repeatedly raped and drugged, she was now hooked on the drugs with
which Steel had been putting into her. A mixture of heroin and some
other narcotic he had told her. A any rate, she was irritable and
wanted her fix, at the same time hating herself for becoming an addict
dependent on Steel.

 "Please," she begged as she pounded on the door. "I need something.
Please. I can't make it,  I need something," Barbara Gordon shouted.

 "Ok," laughed Steel as her entered her room with a needle. "Here's
your fix my little princess," as her inserted the needle into
Batgirl's arm.

 Suddenly, Barbara Gordon didn't care anymore about anything. About
her role in the death of Batman and Robin, her rapes, or her former
life. Nothing seemed important now but existing.

 "Come on, Batgirl, I've got work for you do," as Steel led her out of
the room, down the hallway and into another room with a bed and some
cameras.

 Barbra was still conscious enough to notice a naked man standing in
the room with some whips and chains. To her horror, she noticed it was
Two-Face.

  "You see, Bat slut, I've decided to rent you out, shall I say to
Gotham's finest criminals for whatever they want to do with you,
except to kill you of course."  As Steel said this, he viciously
kicked Barbara in the stomach. Her legs folded and she crashed to the
floor.

"Have fun with Ms. Gordon, er Batgirl, heh Two-Face as Steel shut the
door.



SIX MONTHS LATER

Barbara Gordon looked down at her stomach.  It was getting noticeably
larger each day. She was pregnant, with whose baby was anyone's guess,
but the child would be the son or daughter of one of Gotham's most
vicious criminals.

 "What have I done," moaned Barbara. "I killed Batman and Robin, have
slept with every criminal in Gotham and am now pregnant. There's no
way I'll get out of her alive, ever and if I did, they know who I am."

 The only thing working in Barbara's favor was that Steel, knowing she
was pregnant, was no longer filling her fill of drugs, but she still
craved them.

  Suddenly, the light went dark and there were shouts in the outside
hallway. Everything went quiet.

  Barbara quickly realized they had just undergone one of Gotham's
frequent brownouts and this could be her opportunity to escape.  She
tried the electric door and it opened. Quickly, she entered the
hallway, gazing up and down the hallway to see or sense if anyone was
there.  Dressed only in a robe with no underwear (Steel wanted her
naked most of the time, pregnant or not) she strode into the next dark
hallway, not quite sure where she was going, but realizing this may be
her and her baby's only real hope of ever escaping her prison.

 Suddenly, she heard shouts.

 "Batgirl's gone, Gordon's escaped," shouted one of Steel's henchman.
Just then, Barbara saw a speck of light in a hallway to her left and
made a break. The door gave way as she crashed into it, and she fell
out into an alleyway in Gotham.

 "Please help me, " she screamed to an obviously drunk bum. "I'm
trying to escape a man who's been holding me prisoner. You've got to
help me," she pleaded.

 "Under here missy," croaked the bum, as he removed the fake exterior
of a building to reveal a door. "Never know when the cops are gonna
roust ya, ya know."

Barbara hid as men went up and down the alley, shouting with each
other, looking into every cubbyhole, but not finding the very pregnant
Barbara.

 "What am I going to do now that I've escaped," thought Barbara. Steel
had allowed her to watch television and she knew he and his gang had
also gone on a killing spree that included her father and many high
ranking members of the police force. The ones that weren't killed were
likely to be informants for Steel.



FOUR MONTHS LATER



Barbara gyrated to the sounds of the music as she removed another
piece of clothing. It was a slow night at the Kit Kat Club and not
many men were there.  

 She grinned and removed her last piece of clothing, her breasts and
pussy now exposed for all to see. She had started here just a week
ago, after giving birth to a baby son a month ago. She had worked hard
to get her body back in shape and she knew this was the best way to
make the big money she'd need to hide out from Steel who was still
searching everywhere for her.  It was humiliating for her, but she'd
devised the ultimate ruse. While she removed all her clothes, the one
thing she kept on was her Lone Ranger-type mask, which always hid her
face on-stage.

 With a flourish she finished her routine, which had quickly made her
the most popular dancer at the club and exited the stage.

She was humiliated, however. To get the job, which she badly needed to
pay for food and shelter for her and her son and maintain a low
profile, she had to sleep with the owner of the club and some of his
friends to keep her job.

She thought back to two nights ago, right after she had begun at the
club. The owner, Don and some friends approached her just before
closing. In no uncertain terms he hinted if she didn't entertain he
and his buddies, she'd get no money at the end of the week.

"There's five thousand bucks for one night's entertainment. I swear
you won't have to have sex with us, just dance nude. I promise."

  With that, he drove her to a nearby home, surrounded by a high fence
and fine trimmed lawn. It wasn't unlike Wayne Mansion, Barbara
observed.

At the part, Barbara performed with her mask. At first, the men were
gentlemen. No one groped her, no one approached her. But, as the night
wore on and everyone, including Barbara had too much to drink and
snort, things got out of hand.

  It began as she bumped and danced yet again. Suddenly, one of the
men grabbed her and threw her onto a table.  At first she was too
stunned to say anything, but then before she knew what was happening,
someone stuffed a chloroform soaked rag into her nose and she passed
out.

  When she came too, one man had his very erect cock in her mouth and
another was griding away deep inside her as she lay on a pool table.

  “Come on bitch....” hissed the man inside of her as he leaned over
and began to suck milk from her sizable breasts.   He continued to ram
her hard with his cock as he suckled her, until he finally seized and
let his juice go inside of her.  Barbara lay there, still too groggy
to do much as he got off her and another man took his place.

  "No, please," the once proud crimefighter begged, but the men just
laughed.

  The man's pelvis slammed against Batgirl again and again, drawing
gasps from her lips. When he finally came in her, Barbara shrieked, as
he sucked her breasts hard and held her tight, continuing to release
his semen inside of her defenseless vagina. 

  Just then, she began to gag as another man whose cock was inside her
mouth came, pumping more semen into her mouth and down her throat.

 ""Uhhh...can't...breathe...Batgirl gasped.

  As the night wore on, Barbara was forced to have sex with at least a
dozen men, in several dozen positions.  As night turned into day,
Barbara lay there, her light brown hair, and pubic hair, matted and
wet with sweat and cum.  Semen dripped down her chin, off her chest
and thighs.  She lay there, in shock, in pain, somewhat still high
from the drugs which helped her escape from the hell which was now her
life.

  Slowly she stood up and marched out to a waiting limo which took her
home to her son.

  Back at the club that night, Barbara, who was known by her
co-workers and the owner as Cathy Shire, sat at what passed for a
dressing room table at the club. Stripping wasn't exactly what Barbara
Gordon had in mind when she first donned the cape and cowl of Batgirl,
but for now, it paid the bills she thought, as she leaned down and
snorted another line of coke.  She had never quite been able to quit
the drugs Steel had gotten her addicted to, but thank God, the baby
seemed to be ok. The coke helped her forget who she once was and the
humiliation of undressing before dozens of leering men each night.

 She leaned down and did another line. She hated getting high, but
couldn't help it. She knew she was addicted, and bad, but couldn't
risk going to the authorities or getting into a Narc anon group for
fear someone would reveal her location to Steel.

  Out onstage, Barbara gyrated to the thump-thump-thump of the music.
She wore only a  small top and bikini like panties and her mask.  She
spent the first couple songs, giving beaver shots for the men and
teasing, without taking anything off, save a quick swish of her top.
With the third song, she would choose a man, bring him onstage where
she’d remove her top, teasing him with her ample breasts, inches from
his mouth.  The next song she’d tease, and tease again, stuffing
dollar bills in her panties until she removed her bottom and would
stand naked, save her mask for all to see, and savor.  It was an
amazing performance, considering how high she was once she hit the
stage.  Her heart would be beating, pounding from the effects of the
coke as she performed her act.

 After her last show, Barbara again did another couple of lines
backstage before putting on her "civilian clothes" and getting into
her car, a late model Mustang GT.

 "God, I feel great tonight, despite this rainy weather," she thought
as she lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.  She hated herself for
starting to smoke, but it helped her come down from the coke and kept
her awake during the long nights. She took another drag, exhauling
slowly as she turned on the windshield wipers and gunned the Mustang
down the road and off toward the small bungalow where her son waited
with the baby-sitter.   Ten minutes later she was speeding into the
night.  It was still raining and she hadn’t noticed the speedometer
had crept up to 90 until she glanced at the speedometer. "Better slow
down or the cops will bust me. That's the last thing I need, getting
busted for possession and having the fact that Barbara Gordon is alive
spread around,” she thought to herself, as she leaned over and
fumbled for another cigarette from her purse beside her in the dark.

   Suddenly, the car began to skid as she headed around a curve. As
high as Barbara was, she slammed on the brakes, immediately locking
them. At 90 mph, even Batgirl didn't stand a chance and Barbara
Gordon's car skidded off the road, glanced off a tree, slammed into
another tree, before rolling end over end twice. There wasn't much
left of the car, or the woman who was once Barbara Gordon.  

"I think she's waking up now," said a voice in the distance.

"Ms. Shire, can you hear me, Ms. Shire."  Barbara didn't know where
she was, or what had happened. As she slowly drifted into and out of
consciousness for the next couple of days she knew she was badly hurt
and that tubes were coming in and out of her almost everywhere in her.

  The pain was incredible. Almost worse than the torture Steel had
given her. She couldn't move her arms or legs and was immobilized. One
eye was sightless and her jaw had been fractured. Most of her ribs had
been busted and her lungs had almost collapsed. 

"Ms. Shire, I'm doctor Brown.  You're in pretty bad shape. Is there
anybody we can call or contact. I'm not sure you're going to make
it." Barbara didn't care. The pain that racked her was so intense
and ever-present that she couldn't focus. Until she thought of her
son.

 "UUUMMMMM.  My....my  soooonnn.  PPPPllleeeasssseee. Heeellp mmmmy
sooonnn."

 "I need more information. Your driver's license was an address that
doesn't exist. Where does your son live, Ms. Shire.

 "I,  I can't...I ," as the once proud Batgirl slipped into
unconsciousness.

"Well, she's in pretty bad shape. I don't know whether she'll make it.
I've never seen anyone with such massive internal injuries who did,"
whispered the doctor. "And to think she was higher than a kite when
they brought her in. Too bad, she looks nice but she's probably just
some trailer park trash."

The doctor flipped the lights out as he and the nurse left Batgirl,
aka Barbara Gordon hooked to a cardiac monitor, clinging to life.

All was quiet on the hospital floor as Steel slipped into the hallway
from a stairwell, dressed in hospital garb. 

"That tie into the Gotham Police computer really paid off big," he
said to one of his two ever present henchmen. "The minute they ran the
prints Barbara Gordon's name showed up, but it was such great planning
of me to erase the name of the file, don't you think?  Come on, let's
waste no time this time in eliminating Batgirl once and for all.



Barbara Gordon lay half conscious, half-sleeping as Steel whispered
into her ear.

"Come too, my princess. We have some unfinished business, Batbitch."

Barbara thought she was dreaming. Steel at the foot of a hospital bed? 

   “What?  Steel???” she gasped staring up at her tormentor through
her remaining good eye.

"Steel, PLEASE!....ahhh, hhaaahh" coughed Batgirl. "Please, I'll do
anything. You can have me anytime, just stop this."  Barbara pleaded.

"I just want you to know, Barbara, or Cathy Shire, or Batgirl, whoever
you are tonight. We have your son," hissed Steel, smiling at her
reaction of horror.

Barbara's worst nightmare was coming true. Helpless to resist another
rape, broken and now her enemy had possession of her prized son.

"OOOHHHhhh plllleeeasssee, Steel, for godsakes show some mercy," as
Barbara began to cry.

"Sorry Batgirl, but Mercy is not on tongiht’s menu,” he laughed into
her ear .

"Heeellllll,   heellllll...." Barbara could only whisper as the pain
washed over her. Broken ribs moving, a broken leg and her injuries
were causing her to lose any willpower she had left.

"“No... Please...I...I...beg....I’m begging you Steel.... don’t!”
Batgirl gasped as Steel lowered himself on her.  She shrieked when the
head of his penis touched her pussy lips.

  “Noooooo.....can’t do this...” she moaned as Steel muscled
himself past her vaginal muscles and deep into her womb.  Her body was
soon forced to fall into the rhythmically thrusting of Steel rock hard
cock inside of her, her body alternating between the pain of being
moved around and the pleasure of the huge cock touching her clitoris.

"UUUMMMMPPHHHHH, Oh my God....UUMMMPPPHHH, please Steel I'm begging
you to stop."  She could feel her body revving up for a massive
orgasm. One over which she had almost no control, and which, she knew,
may well finish her for good considering the extent of her injuries.

	No, no, she thought. Can’t give up... I’ve got to... fight
him... got to..."   

 "UUUUHHHHHH....yes, yes, UUUUUHHHHHH, I love it when I feel you
getting moist Batgirl. Such a shame it has to end like this," as
Steel's henchman pulled out a syringe and injected its contents into
Barbara's IV. 

"What?" said Barbara.  "Wha....What are you doing Steel?"

"Easy love. Your IV now contains enough liquid cocaine to make an
entire legion of super heroines, high. I think you have about one
minute before it's lights out for Batgirl," as he picked up the pace,
plunging his cock in and out of Batgirl's.

As Steel continued to ram her, Batgirl felt both intense pain and
pleasure as her broken body was moved about.  Her pussy was quickly
becoming moist, Steel could feel it too as Barbara started to slowly
match, although weakly, Steel's thrusts.

Just then, Steel exploded inside of her. Feeling him come was enough
to push the weak Barbara Gordon over the edge as she her vaginal
muscles suddenly stiffened.

""UUUUHH  OOOHHHHHHH....OOHhhhhhhh  Noooooo," shrieked Barbara as
Steel and she came together.

At that moment Barbara began to feel herself moving away, losing
consciousness.

"Come on, hang in for a few moments more. I won, Batgirl. I have your
kid, and I'm fucking you as you lay here dying."

"Oohhh... no...no...." was all Barbara Gordon could say as she heard
Steel's final words echoing in her brain.

As Steel pumped away, Barbara Gordon now milking the last of his semen
out of him into her battered pussy, Steel heard the cardiac monitor
alert come on. 

 How ironic he thought, Barbara Gordon and Batgirl,  dead of a drug
overdose.



EPILOGUE

A few days later the only mention of Barbara Gordon's death was an
obituary notice in the Gotham paper. It related to readers that a
Cathy Shire had died in Gotham Hospital of a massive cardiac arrest,
caused by an overdose of a controlled narcotic, after being admitted
with critical injuries following a car wreck. Doctors indicated in
news reports she would not likely have survived the night with the
extent of her injuries, especially since there was nothing left of her
car. Police were investigating, but insiders knew the death of a drug
addicted stripper, even one whose son had disappeared and whose
baby-sitter had been found murdered wasn't likely to draw much
attention. Police privately indicated the girl's and baby-sitters
deaths were probably the result of some drug hit.

  In Gotham crime circles, Steel was hailed as a hero. The one man who
had killed Batman, Robin and Batgirl.  He could prove Batgirl's death
since his video of his raping and removing Batgirl's mask were
fetching millions in underground circles. It seems every criminal with
money wanted to pay to see how Batgirl's secret identity had been
revealed.  As for Barbara's son, he grew up to become one of Gotham's
most feared criminals.

THE END



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