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The Enslaving of Batgirl

A Super-heroine Fantasy
by The Wizard

Prologue


     Roger Cornby looked out into the darkness of Gotham and
waited in the shadows for his victim. He was a large man, a
couple inches over six feet and weighed well over two
hundred pounds, yet there was very little fat to him. He was
dressed all in black from head to toe, despite the heat and
humidity of the June night. He even wore thin leather gloves
and a black knit hood which only revealed his intense blue
eyes which took in everything around him. His ears were
programmed to listen for a powerful japanese motorcycle
engine that was customized for it's rider. He did not hear
it yet, but knew that it was still early for her to make her
appearance. He had about 12 minutes left before Batgirl made
her appearance on the scene. A slight smile crossed his lips
under his mask as he anticipated thier upcoming meeting. It
was a meeting that she would never forget.
     Roger was a crook by trade. A thief and extortionist of
great skill. He had been taught by the best there was.
Catwoman. His eyes hardened as he remembered her. Her grace,
her skill, her cruelty. She was a very sexy woman, though
she prefered women to men, so he had never had the chance to
give her a tumble. He wasn't sure if he would given the
opportunity, given her perpencity for sadism. And two
dominants rarely mixed, not without violence, and certainly
without joy.
     He had been one of her many henchmen, until he was
"arrested" by Batman several years ago. He had been out of
jail for several months now and decided it was time to go
into business for himself. He had been fairly successful,
but not so much as to attract the attention of Gotham's
Terrific Trio. He didn't want to take on Batman, and could
probably handle Robin with no trouble. But it was Batgirl
that he wanted. It had taken him several months to formulate
his plan, steal enough for the capital for his projects, and
to set everything up in secret. Even his ex-boss Catwoman
had no idea that he was out or had any indication that
someone else was ripping off the rich of Gotham. He smirked
as he thought that she had probably been blamed for a couple
of his crimes.
     He carefully checked his equipment again to make sure
it was all in place and easily accessible when he would need
it. All was in readiness. He looked across the alley to the
doorway that he had left unsecured and slightly ajar as a
lure to Batgirl. It was located where she would ride by it
on her regular patrol. He had watched her for a month,
following her, timing her, learning her habits. He wasn't
interested in learning who she was, so had left her alone
when she went home, usually around the same time each early-
morning. No, he would learn all about her soon enough.
     
Chapter One
     
     
     Barbara Gordon finished her exercises and opened her
secret closet. It was time to become Batgirl and she felt
ready. There was something in the air tonight and she wanted
to get out into the city. Someone had been making themselves
known to her during the last week, burglarizing several
penthouses and making off with small fortunes each time. The
person was good, able to easily circumvent all alarms,
cracking open very secure safes, and stealing only those
things that were highly valuable and easily fenceable. She
was reminded of Catwoman by this person, but this thief did
not seem to have her flair. Catwoman was proud of her crimes
and went out of her way to let you know she had ripped you
off. This thief often stole things days before the owner
knew the objects were missing. She had a feeling that it was
a man, but other than that she knew nothing about him. She
had tapped into the Bat-Net to access Batman's massive data
files, but had found nothing on his MO. This "guy" was new
to Gotham, and "he" was very, very good.
     Good, she needed a challenge. It had been pretty boring
in Gotham as of late. Summer had come, yet the majority of
the crooks had stayed indoors. It was hot, but it was the
humidity that kept most from committing major crimes. Sure,
her father had his hands full as Commissioner of the Police,
but there was nothing to warrent the attentions of Batman,
Robin, or her. In fact, it has been days since she had heard
from Batman, and she wondered if he was working with the
Justice League at the time. Probably, she thought.
     Batgirl looked into her closet and selected her costume
for tonight. It was new and well-made for the weather. She
got dressed then gave herself a final look in the mirror.
     "You're such a slut, Barbara," she said to her
reflection with a smile on her face. She was very pleased
with how she looked. Facing her was a reflection of a young,
beautiful, athletic girl with long red hair. She was dressed
in a dark purple two piece suit consisting of very tight low-
neck halter top which barely covered her breasts, a dark
purple pair of hip-hugger panties which were drawn over a
pair of black fishnet pantyhose. She wore a pair of purple
thin leather gloves which came to mid-forearm, and a
matching pair of knee-high leather boots with 3" heels.
Fashionable, yet functional, she thought. Over her face was
a new type of black vinyl mask which adhered to her upper
face in the shape of a bat. On her chest was her yellow Bat-
emblem, which matched her buckle on her yellow utility belt.
     She ran her hands up and down her flanks, turning so
that she could admire her well-toned body. Full firm breasts
over a flat tight belly. Long strong legs. She was well-
muscled but not so much that she lost her femininity. No one
would deny that she was a very sexy woman. She turned and
went into her secret compartment that held her motorcycle,
checked the alley monitor to make sure all was clear, opend
the secret passage and brought ther Bat-Cycle to life,
roaring out into the alley then into the streets of Gotham
as the passage closed silently behind her.
     
     Batgirl was bored. Everyone was inside. Not even any
muggers out to kick about. Not that there were any people to
mug. She imagined that the power company was keeping busy to
keep the power going to everyone's air conditioners.
Complacently she made her routine patrol, looking out for
the out-of-ordinary, checking windows and doors.
     
     
     Roger was instantly alert, his heart pumping adrenaline
through his system. He could hear her, and she was getting
close. He subconsciously melted further into the shadows.
     
     Batgirl drove past the alley, almost not noticing the
cracked open doorway to the back of the clothing store. She
did not slow down until she was half a block away, then cut
the ignition to the motorcycle and turned around, using her
momentum to carry her to the edge of the alley. She silently
got off the bike and glanced around her. A cat ran past her
from the alley, startling her. She glanced down towards the
open door and checked the shadows around it. Seeing or
hearing nothing, she quickly moved towards the doorway. She
listened again, this time concentrating inside the store.
Hearing nothing she opened the door just enough to that she
could go inside and slipped into the inky darkness of the
store.
     
     Roger quickly raised the gun, sighted and fired, the
dart zipping through the cracked door and finding its
target. Batgirl jumped, letting out a yelp, as she felt a
bee-sting on her behind. She turned to look out into the
alley as she thought she had heard a noise behind her a
milli-second before she was stung. She then saw a movement
in a shadowed indentation in the wall opposite her that she
had noticed before as Roger with one hand holstered the air
pistol and with the other hand raised what looked like a
garage door opener in her direction. Reflexibly Barbara took
a step back, and was carried to the floor by a weighted net
that dropped down onto her from the ceiling. She imediatly
rose to her knees, deliberatly not turning or twisting which
would wrap the net around her and reached forward for an
edge. She looked up to see that the movement across the
alley was now a large shape that was through the door. He
was quicker than she, and he grabbed one end of the net and
moved around her, twisting her into its tightening folds.
She was drawn into a ball and knew that she was in trouble.
She started to reach for her utility belt, but found it hard
to concentrate on her task. She could not remember what it
was that she wanted to get. In fact, it was getting hard for
her to move, regardless of the netting which had snared her.
     Roger smiled. He had her. He held onto one end of the
net and watched the drug take effect on Batgirl. Her eyes
blinked and her mouth started to go slack, soon the
struggling stopped and he released the slack of the net.
Batgirl was still conscious, still aware of what was
happening to her, but she could not move or speak. She
became aware of the net being removed from her body and
looked up to see her capture above her. He was a large man
dressed all in black, big without being slowed down by bulk,
and she already knew that he was very quick, quiet and fast.
She tried to lick her lips to moisten them but could not,
her mouth dry. Roger left her and went out into the alley. A
moment later he wheeled her motorcycle into the alley and
hid it behind a dumpster, heaping trash onto it. He knew it
probably wouldn't be found for another three days until the
sanitation crew came by. He then went back into the store
and closed the door behind him. He took a small battery-
powered lamp from his fanny pack and placed it on a shelf
and turned it on so that he could better enjoy his captive.
     A low soft whistle escaped his lips as he looked down
at the helpless heroine at his feet. She was beautiful! His
cock started to get hard as he removed the light chains and
shackles from thier hiding place, a fact that did not go
unnoticed by Batgirl. She moaned softly and was finally able
to wet her very dry lips. It seemed as if the drug was
wearing off, but she could still not move. Her captor knelt
down next to her and rolled her onto her stomach. Another
moan escaped Batgirl's lips as Roger brought her wrists
together behind her back and cuffed them together. Another
pair of cuffes were fastened around her slim ankles. Roger
then could resist no more and ran his large hands over her
body. Barbara could feel the blood rush to her face as she
felt her captor's hands on her ass, thighs, and sides. She
gasped as she felt her ankles pulled back towards her wrists
to which he fastened with a short lenth of chain.
     "No...stop...," she was finally able to whisper as he
flipped her over to grope her breasts. He only spent a quick
moment with that pleasure since she was coming out of the
stupor quicker than he had imagined. He grabbed the harness
gag with one hand, and her face with the other. Her full red
lips were parted and he pushed the red rubber ball into her
mouth and behind her teeth. One strap he secured the gag
behind her head, another strap was fastened under her chin,
and yet another ran up over her head to fasten to the main
strap in back. He examined closely the face of his captive
as Batgirl glared back at him with vivid green eyes. Roger
removed Batgirl's utility belt and then took up several
leather straps of varying lengths and bound Batgirl legs
further  together with straps above her knees and then at
mid thigh. He then strapped her elbows together behind her
back. Batgirl moaned in discomfort, but had no problem with
her elbows touching behind her back. Roger then wrapped two
more longer straps around her torso, binding her arms
tightly to her body, with one strap above, and the other
below her breasts, causing them to jut out further. In
addition the body straps caused the chain between her wrists
and ankles to shorten, arching Barbara into an even tighter
hogtie.
     Batgirl now started to move, but her movements were
limited by her bondage to slow writhing movements. She was
helpless. Batgirl had only been bound so effectively by
Catwoman. Now that the drug was wearing off she began to
better appreciate her predicament. Being in bondage was
always a turn-on for her, and this time was no exception.
The danger gave the excitement a spice that she found
intoxicating. And this time was certainly different from
those times that she had been captured and bound by Catwoman
or by Nora Clavicle. This time her captor was a man. Sure,
Catwoman had male henchmen at times, but Catwoman always
kept her for herself. She knew that this time was different.
She wondered if she would be raped. Then as quick as the
though came, it left, as she knew that she would (in her
secret heart she hoped so), it was only a question of how
and when.
     Batgirl was able to struggle more and her writhings
became harder as she tried to find a weakness in the chains
that held her wrists and ankles together. Roger smiled at
her determination, and decided it was time for something a
bit more strick for her. Taking another short chain he
snapped one end to the back of her gag. Batgirl moaned with
pain into her gag as he pulled her head back and fastened
the other end to her elbow strap. Roger then ran his fingers
lightly down her exposed throat, delighting at the softness
of it and of her power over her vulnerability and
helplessness before him. Her eyes were closed as she
concentrated on her bondage. The discomfort of the tight
arch of her hogtie and his touch was too much for her and
she started to get wet from excitement.
     Roger glanced at a wall clock and saw that he had time
in his schedule for some fun, so he took off his leather
gloves so that he could better enjoy the feel of his captive
and then began to move his bound captive this way and that,
looking and touching. Batgirl writhed as much as the chains
and straps allowed as she felt him molest her body, his
leather clad hands groping her breasts, her ass, her thighs,
running his fingers down her taut belly, enjoying the look
of her beneath his drawing hands, admiring the way her
muscles moved under her skin.
     Batgirl gasped and moaned under his ministrations. She
was so turned-on by her situation that her struggles were no
longer a defiant act against her captor, but of sexual lust
and excitement for her bondage and his touch. His fingers
were suddenly between her thighs and she knew that she he
now knew of her excitement. She screamed into her gag as he
pushed his hand between her bound together thighs as she
came. He finally made the first sound she heard from him. He
laughed. He then rubbed her clitoris under her costume and
gave her another orgasm seconds after the first.
     Roger was getting into his assault of Batgirl, but knew
that his time here was running out, so he stopped what he
was doing and stood up. A moan escaped Batgirl's lips and he
knew that he was only getting her started. Good. He would
let her simmer.
     'God, she's a hot bitch', he thought as took a
blindfold and covered Batgirl's eyes. He put his gloves back
on, gathered up his things and did a quick wipe-down to
remove any fingerprints that he may have left. He turned off
the lamp and opened the door. A quick look reveled that the
coast was clear and he left Batgirl to get his panel van
that was parked near by.
     Batgirl's world was black and quiet now that her captor
had left. She rolled about as well as she could, feeling
about with her fingertips for her utility belt, or anything
that could be used for her escape. She was grateful that he
had not placed her in a crossed-ankles hogtie so that she
was able to roll. But, it was hard and painful as her
bondage was extremely tight, strict and restrictive. She
came again as she heard a vehicle pull up outside the door.
     Roger left the van running and got out and went to the
back to open the rear doors. He opened the door to the store
and flipped Batgirl over onto her stomach and picked her up
by using the chain between her wrists and ankles as a
handle. Batgirl grunted from the added pressure and strain
and orgasmed again. He carried her quickley to the van and
tossed her in back. Roger shut the doors to the van, locked
and closed the door to the store, got in the van and took
off his mask. He shot a quick glance at the writhing heroine
in rear of the van, smiled and drove off towards his
hideout.
     
     
end chapter one


Chapter Two
     
     
     Batgirl's bound body was bounced about in the back of
her captor's panel van as he drove her to a place where she
had no doubt that she would be further tormented and raped.
He had stopped once and further secured her down onto the
floor of the van to eye-bolt in the floorboard at her feet
and by fastening a collar around her neck with he secured to
another eye-bolt. He then covered the struggling heroine
with a heavy tarp and then continued his journey.
     By the length of the trip she knew that they had
probably left the city limits of Gotham, but other than that
she knew nothing. She was very tired, exhasted by her
capture and molestation, and despite her discomfort lapsed
into a dreamless sleep.
     
     Roger left the Gotham and soon turned down a little
travelled road several miles from the city. He west past a
small farming community then turned down a bumpy dirt road.
He slowed down and drove several more miles when he turned
into the dirt driveway of an abandoned fruit warehouse. He
had bought it with his spoils and had customized it to his
tastes, and for his task. He picked up a garage door opener
and pushed the button and a unseen panel in the wall opened
and he drove into the darkened garage bay where he shut off
the engine. He waited until the panel closed before getting
out and then turning on the lights.
     Roger opened the back of the van and removed the tarp
covering Batgirl. She had fallen asleep duing the drive, and
not even the rough ride has roused her, but she was now
starting to wake since she subconsciously realized that her
trip was over. Roger unsnapped her restraining hooks from
the floorboard and undid the chain between her wrists and
ankles. He then dragged her to the edge of the van, got out
and then picked up the shapely bundle and tossed her over
his broad shoulder. He could not resist the urge to feel her
tight ass as he carried her to the room that he had prepared
for her.
     Batgirl came to with a start at the feel of his hand
massaging her buttocks. She still was blindfolded and
gagged, but her wrists and ankles were no longer painfully
together. She started to struggle in the grasp of her
captor, though she knew it was futile. He handled her
easily. He breaths became deep at the excitement of her
helplessness once again. She struggled now to feel her
bondage, and to feel him. He was strong, and from his hands
on her traveling up and down her strapped together long
legs, he was enjoying her struggling as well. She felt
herself dumped on the floor and Roger removed her straps,
leaving only the blindfold, gag and cuffs holding her wrists
together behind her back. He grabbed her by the shoulders
and picked her up. Facing him she quickly drove her knee to
where she believed his crotch to be. He slightly turned his
hips and blocked her blow. Nonetheless it still hurt. He
smiled, then slapped her across the face. Batgirl's head
snapped back, her long red hair flailing and she stumbled
back a step. She quickly recovered and using her hearing to
determine his location gave him a quick reverse snap kick to
the head. Roger saw it coming and easily caught her bare
foot inches from his face. Batgirl hobbled on one foot
trying to keep her balance as her captor lifted her foot
higher, placing her in standing split. He grabbed her with
his other hand and moved in to her. Batgirl could feel his
breath against her face. It as as rapid as hers, but not
with excertion. She could feel him against her bare vagina
and felt his cock grow against her through his pants. This
further excited her and she leaned further into him. Roger
picked her completely off the ground, turned her around and
drove her down to the floor. Batgirl 'omphed' as the air was
knocked out of her. Helplessly she tried to catch her breath
as he undid the snap to her wrist cuffs that held her arms
behind her back. Roger rolled her over and took her wrists
and secured her cuffs before her body. He stood up and
reached up for a chain the descended from the ceiling. He
brought down and snapped it to her wrist cuffs and went over
to a panel in the wall and pushed a button. Batgirl's wrists
went up, raising her onto her knees, to her feet, rising
more until she was standing only on her toes before he
stopped the hidden ceiling winch.
     She finally caught her breath and moved her feet about,
futilily trying to find a better purchace on her footing.
She could find none. She heard her captor move behind her
and felt him undoing the buckles to the harness-gag.
     "Who are you, what are do you want?!," she demanded as
soon as the rubber ball left her lips.
     "I am your captor, Batgirl, soon to be your master, and
as to what I want, I would have thought that would be
obvious to you." Saying that Roger reached around Batgirl
and grabbed one bare breast, sqeezing it hard while his
other hand reached down between her legs, pulling her ass
back against his crotch.
     Batgirl gasped and moaned from the sensations of his
ministrations of her clitoris and nipple, the clamp assuring
that the unhanded breast was just as stimulated as the one
which her was massaging. She felt him harded further against
her ass.
     "No...stop....you can't do this to me," she pleaded.
     "I can and I will do anything to you," he responded in
return, and started to kiss the back of her neck. Small
tingles of electricity flew through her body as she
responded to him.
     "But, I'm Batgirl..." she said with a small voice, her
words punctuated with moans and gasps.
     "I know", he said simply, and turned her around to face
her and kissed her hard on her full lips. Batgirl could not
help herself but parted her lips and mouth and allowed him
to thrust his tongue deep inside. She moaned and felt
herself lubricating in response. His hands travelled down
her back to grasp her ass and pull her hard against him. His
cock was straining against his pants, seeking to invade her
pussy as his tongue invaded her mouth. And, just as she
began to start to kiss him back, he stopped. He stepped back
and laughed.
     "God, you're such a slut," he taunted. Batgirl's head
dropped to at his words. She knew he was right. Why else did
she dress the way she did? But she could not help herself
over her responses. She was excited by the danger of her
occupation, and her fascination and lust for bondage only
made her desire captivity of this type ever since she could
remember. It was a secret dream of her to be captured,
kidnapped, bound and tormented. Yes, she enjoyed it when
Catwoman had done this to her, but it was men that she
really liked, and it was to be enslaved by a man that was
hidden deep in her psyche as an unmentionable fantasy.
     Roger examined the helpless heroine that dangled in
front of him, her costume torn, her breasts revealed, her
feet bare. He watched the chain of her nipple clamps catch
the light as she slowly moved about in front of him. He
reached down into his pants and repositioned his stiff cock
so that it was no longer painfully pushing against his black
jeans. He grabbed two lengths of rope and knelt down before
Batgirl and took her left ankle into his hand and tied one
end of the rope several loops around it, and knotted it off.
He repeated the process with her right ankle.
     Batgirl hung helpless and panted as she felt her captor
bind her ankles. He did not tie them together, but
seperatly. She knew that she was to be spread.
     "Please, who ever you are, you don't have to do this to
me," she said as she felt him finish with her ankles. He
slowly stood up, running his hands up the outside of her
legs, from her ankles, to her calves, up her thighs before
resting on her slim hips.
     "Oh, but I want to do this, Batgirl," he said. Roger
then took the cord that was tied to her left ankle and went
to an eye-bolt in the floor several feet from where Batgirl
stood and feed the end through, he then took the end and
pulled it towards her ankle which moved towards the bolt in
response. When her leg was at a 30 degree angle to the rest
of her body, he looped it around her bound ankle and knotted
it off.
     Batgirl moaned and gasped at the strain on her wrists
and shoulders. He tried to stand by moving her right foot
but was soon suspended as her captor repeated the process
with her right ankle. Batgirl's legs were split wide apart,
her toes now several inches from the floor.
     "Aaahhh," she softly cried as he knotted the rope to
her right ankle.
     Roger stood and walked up to face the suspended
heroine. He reached behind her back and taking a handfull of
her long silky hair pulled her head back.
     "Uggghhh," Batgirl moaned. He then took the chain to
her nipple clamps and pulled it toward him, pulling her
nipples out.
     "Aggghh," went Batgirl as she tried to arch her chest
forward towards her captor as he pulled on her nipple
clamps. He assisted her by pulling her head back further by
her hair. The strain on her hands and shoulders was
incredible and she felt herself beginning to cum. Roger
released her hair and nipple clamp chain and retrieved
another piece of rope.
     Batgirl felt the rope wrap around her slender waist and
her breathing sped up as made a knot just below her navel.
He then took the free end and passed it between her legs,
stepping behind her to pull it up and back, the rope passing
deeply between her vaginal lips and knotted it in place to
the waist rope at the small of her back.
     "Argghhh," she cried out as her body was wracked by a
strong orgasm as the rope rubbed against her clitoris. The
rope passing into her pussy and up her ass excited her
greatly and she knew that the rope would soon be soaking wet
with her juices. Batgirl cried out again in another orgasm
as Roger grabbed the front of her crup rope and moved it
about, driving the rope deeper within her.
     "Oh...oh...uh....," she panted as he began to feel her
up again. He had always enjoyed tying girls up, but Batgirl
was the best he had ever had. He enjoyed the feel of her
lean muscles, drawn taut by her suspension, as they played
beneath his hands.
     "Ohhh...," Batgirl gasped when Roger removed her nipple
clamps and took her left nipple into his mouth as he
continued to manipulate her pussy rope with his left hand.
His right hand went around her body to grasp her tight ass.
She writhed and moaned under his all-knowing hands, lips and
tongue, and soon had another orgasm. Roger's hand went down
to her pussy and felt her wetness, his fingers coming away
warm and wet. He raised his hand to his face and smelled. It
smelled great, then took a taste. It was delicious. The
taste of a woman bound and spread has a flavor distinct to
all others, and Batgirl was no exception.
     "Mummph", went Batgirl as her captor forced his fingers
into his mouth. She was forced to taste her own juices. It
was not unpleasant. She knew her taste, but this was
slightly different, caused by the her peril and helplessness
of being bound by an unknown villain.
     Roger was thoroughly enjoying his assault upon the
suspended Batgirl. Her moans, struggles and smell of her
orgasms excited him greatly and he knew it was only a matter
of time before he exploded. It was time to place his captive
in another bondage position.
     
     
end chapter two


Chapter Three
     
     
     
     Batgirl was in a daze. She couldn't believe what was
happening to her...again. Why was it, she asked herself,
that villains were always tying her up and torturing her?
Sure it was she dreamed about and lusted for. Yes, it was
exciting beyond all belief. But, still she could not
understand why she was always being bound tightly and
helplessly and sexually tormented. Other superheroines,
didn't have this problem, did they? Sure, Wonder Woman,
occassionally, but Supergirl wasn't always getting kidnapped
and raped by her enemies.
     Her captor took her mind away from her concerns about
the why of her condition back to the what. She felt herself
lowered back to the floor and her bonds were removed. She
started to struggle as Roger took her wrists behind her back
and bound them together. He was quick and skilled and
Batgirl never had a chance to escape before she was helpless
again. She felt more ropes wrapping around her elbows and
let out a soft moan as her elbows touched behind her back.
     "Oh...please....stop......," she moaned as Roger ran
his hands down her quivering body. He then took her by the
shoulders and pushed her ahead of him, steering her towards
her next predicament.
     Roger reached his destination and let go of Batgirl and
put his hood back on, he then untied and removed his
captive's blindfold. She gasped as she saw the room before
her. There were all sorts of devices and objects and tables
and racks. Everything it seemed had one function. To torture
and torment helpless victims. She moaned as she knew that
she would be that helpless victim.
     Roger steered her to a large metallic, futuristic
bondage cross in one corner of the room and untied the ropes
that were wrapped around her wrists and elbows. He quickly
turned her around, so that her back was to the device and
took her right wrist in his hands. She struggled futilely as
he snapped a cuff to the wrist. She was still dazed from her
previous torment by her captive and could not find the
energy within herself to truely resist as he repeated the
process with her left wrist. He then took each of her ankles
and cuffed them apart to the bottom corners of the device.
     "What are you going to do to me," she breathed as he
fastened a large strap around her waist, securing her tight
against the cold metal frame. His answer came as he pushed a
switch on the rack and the cuffs binding her wrists and
ankles slowly started to move apart towards thier corners.
     "Ohhh.....Arghhhhhh........" Batgirl was stretched
tight, her toes now off the ground, her wait barely
supported by the waist strap, most of it by her bound
wrists. She breathed deeply as the tension increased, her
body quivering until she felt as tight as a bow-string.
Roger released the swich and then reached into his small
waist bag and pulled out his scizzors.
     "no......please......," begged Batgirl as he slowly and
expertly removed the rest of her costume, leaving only her
gloves, boots, and mask to cover her nudity. He then went to
a cabinet and took something from it. Batgirl gasped when
she saw what it was.
     "No, you musn't....," she cried as Roger started to
take pictures of his spread captive, moving about her,
capturing her bondage on film from every angle. He stopped
when the roll was done and took the canister out and
replaced it. Batgirl was humiliated by the experience, yet
excited as well. She wondered what he would do with the
pictures. Would he keep them for himself? Or, would he share
them laughingly with Gotham's Underworld. She imagined that
she made quite a sight, and could not help but wonder how
many villains would soon be jacking off to the image of her
bound, naked and spread.
     Roger put down the camera on a nearby table and pushed
another switch on the rack. Batgirl felt herself moving back
as the rack pivoted, her head lowering and her feet raising.
Roger released the switch when she was parallel with the
ground. He then picked up the camera, and walking around
her, finished taking another roll of pictures of her.
     Batgirl moaned and writhed in her bondage as the camera
clicked away. She closed her eyes and imagined all those
evil men looking at her, taking thier cocks in thier hands
and beating off. Her breathing quickened as she imagined
them surrounding her, then coming onto, thier hot seman
coating her body, splashing her on her face. Her lips parted
and her tongue wetted them as she fantasized in her bondage.
     The camera quick clicking and she looked over to where
her captor was standing. He was returning from the table
where he had put the camera and stopped between her legs.
Now she realized why he had bound her on this sort of rack.
There was nothing between her legs to keep him from just
walking up to her and raping her. She also realized that she
was at the perfect height for this to happen. Roger removed
his own utility belt, and unfasted his pants, allowing them
to fall, revealing his rock hard dick.
     "No!" exclaimed Batgirl as she struggled harder against
her bonds, helplessly.
     Roger had waited and fantasized about this for a long
time. Now, he had Batgirl bound and vulnerable before him.
His cock strained to penetrate her and he did so.
     "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh" Batgirl felt his cock enter her
suddenly. There was no fooling around with positioning it,
or with any niceties like foreplay. He just rammed it into
her. Hard.
     "Ugggghhhhhhhh" The suddeness of the penetration caused
Batgirl to orgasm and Roger growled with pleasure as he felt
her wetness and warmth envelope him. Her pussy muscles
tightened and he began to thrust into her, the feel of her
like nothing he had ever imagined. It was not long before he
came as well. The quickness did not bother him, he knew this
first fuck would be a quickie as he was almost ready to come
in his pants several times just by he sight of her writhing
body, and the tough of her struggling form.
     Batgirl spasmed in front of him as several more orgasms
shook her. Her skin was splotchy and was covered with sweat.
Roger stepped back, his cock covered with both of thier
juices and walked around to Batgirls head. And, while she
panted, her eyes closed he grabbed her harshly by her hair.
     "Whaa....." she cried in pain and surprise as she saw
where he was standing, his wet cock waving in her face.
Roger bent her head back and thrust his cock into her
waiting mouth.
     "Mmmmuuuuuuupppphhhhhh" Batgirl almost gagged as her
captors cock was suddenly in her mouth. She tried to spit it
out but he only thrust it back in. She then heard the
'snick' of a switchblade opening and saw a 8" blade in her
rapist's hand.
     "Don't even think about it," he warned her before the
thought of biting him even started to formulate.
     "You know what to do, Bat-Slut", he growled.
     Batgirl then started to suck and lick her captors dick,
removing her juices and his cum with her tongue.
     "Mmmmmm......unhhhhhhh......oooooohhhh." Batgirls
tongue was expert in her captive duty and Roger closed his
eyes at the pleasure of his sucking his cock.
     After several minutes he stepped back and folded the
knife blade shut. He pulled his pants back up and fastened
them. He put the knife into his back pocket and walked back
to the cabinet and removed several more items and returned
to the spread Batgirl.
     "What.....now.......?" she panted. Roger lay the items
on her straining stomach. She looked down and saw a crup
strap, two vibrators and a harness-ball gag. Roger picked up
the gag and walked around to her head. He took her chin in
his hand and moved her head back, her mouth opened and he
placed the red rubber ball between her teeth.
     "Mmmmmppppphhhhhhh" Batgirl closed her eyes as Roger
started to buckle the straps, feeling the leather across her
face and under her chin, feeling the rollers turn against
her flesh as he tightly bucked each buckle that held the
ball between her teeth. He then went down to between her
legs and picked up the larger of the two vibrators, turned
it on, and unceremonously thrust it into her soaking pussy.
     "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh", moaned Batgirl into her gag as she
immediatly felt the vibrator humming within her, driving her
towards yet another orgasm. Roger then picked up the second,
smaller vibrator and turned it on. He quickly licked it to
lubricate it and then slowly shoved it into her asshole.
     "Ummmmmppppppphhhhhhhh!!" Batgirl came as the vibrator
entered her rectum. She trashed before Roger as he picked up
the crup strap. The vibrators were set at different
settings, and thier vibrations each had a different
frequency so that Batgirl would have no trouble telling
which one was which. He bucked the main belt around Batgirls
trim, athletic waist and took the central strap from the
back and brought it up between her legs and buckled it to
the main strap at her stomach.
     Batgirl moaned and writhed as the vibrators sung thier
song of ectasy within her. She screamed into her gag as
orgasm after orgasm raced through her body. Roger stood and
watched Batgirl toss about within her bonds for several more
moments, before leaving her there thus so that he could get
a shower and a bite to eat.
     
end chapter three

Chapter Four
     
     
     Roger returned after a couple hours to find Batgirl
covered with sweat and slowly writhing. Her eyes were closed
and she slowly opened and closed her mouth, chewing on her
gag. He could tell that she was thourougly getting into her
bondage. He wondered how many orgasms she had had. It wasn't
moments later that her body shuddered, tensing within her
bonds as another orgasm shook her. He started feeling
himself getting hard again. She was spectacular.
     Roger walked over to his captive and started to undo
her crotch strap. Batgirl opened her eyes and looked down
between her legs at Roger, her eyes glazed from her bondage
lust.
     "Mmmphhh...?" She wondered what he had in mind for her
next. She felt him remove the leather belt from her and her
reached into her pussy. There was a small sucking sound and
he pulled the vibrator out.
     "Hmmm...uhhhh...." she moaned as he then took her
rectum vibrator and pulled it free. She sighed with relief.
She thought that she was going to orgasm to death earlier.
She watched him push another button on the rack and felt
silent motors come to life in the table. Her legs started to
come together as the lower legs of the rack started to mate.
He stopped when her legs were side-by-side. He pushed
another button and the rack arms started down, bringing her
arms down to her sides where they stopped moments later.
     Roger went to another cabinet and brought back several
straps, a collar and several lengths of chain. Batgirl
watched him closely as he bucked a strap around each wrist
and then each ankle. He took another wider strap and buckled
it to her slim waist. Finally he took the collar and locked
it around her delicate throat. He took the chain in hand and
she noticed that it was all one piece. There was a long
section, that had two shorter chains bisecting it, on
towards the middle and the other at one end. At each
terminus of the chain there was a locking snap device. He
took the the unbisected end and attached the chain to her
collar and then took the end terminus' and attatched them to
each of her ankle cuffs. He then untied her left wrist from
the rack and locked the cuff into its match at the center
bisecting chain. He then repeated the process with her right
wrist. It was only then that he untied her from the rope and
straps that had secured her to the rack.
     Roger went over to a table and brought back a small
bottle of water. He removed her gag and put the bottle at
Batgirl's mouth. She drank it greedily, desperate to
replenish the fluids that she had orgasmed out of her body.
     "Thanks..., " she whispered weakly when he finally took
the empty bottle away from her lips. She looked up at him,
trying to read anything in his eyes that she could use to
her advantage. She saw only lust behind the hood.
     He then pulled her from the rack and walked her towards
a small alcove where there sat a small toliet. She suddenly
felt the tremendous urge to relieve herself and wished that
she could do more than take the small mincing steps that her
chained ankles would allow her to take. He sat Batgirl on
the seat and stepped back. He crossed his arms, leaning
against the wall, and waited.
     He did not have long to wait. Batgirl, though
thouroughly humiliated by having another person watch her
perform such intimate body functions, knew it was no use to
try to hold everything in. She lowered her face from his
gaze and relieved herself.
     "All done?" he asked matter of factly several minutes
later. Batgirl nodded her head in shame. He then stepped on
a small button in the floor that she had not noticed before
and she realized that the toliet was also a bidet'. A stream
of water shot up from the bowl, washing away the remains of
her wastes from her ass and pussy.
     "Uhhhh...ooooo....", she moaned as the water pulsed
into her. He lifted his foot from the pedal and grabbed the
chain below her neck, raising her onto her feet.
     "Wha....what are you going to do...do to me now?" she
whispered as he led her over to another table. This table
was also of metal and low to the ground as the rack. It was
about four feet square. There were eye-bolts set into the
table at many places all around the edges and she noticed
there were also holes in several places. She wasn't sure but
it looked like there were rollers in the holes.
     "I heard you liked to be tied up, Batgirl, so..."
     "Who told you that?" she asked as he stopped by the
table, and started to pick up some odd black rope from
another table nearby.
     "Oh...a little cat told me," he smirked as he went
around her and started to tie her elbows behind her back.
Once again he tied them tightly together.
     "uggnnnhhhh....a cat?" her eyes opened wide as she
realized that this guy knew Catwoman! She looked back over
her shoulder at him, trying to retrieve any detail that she
could sho that she could determine his identity. She could
find none, though he did seem vaguely familiar. Of course,
he was built like so many other villains that she had faced,
and thier henchmen.
     Roger turned the masked heroine back around to face him
and took off her wrist cuffs. He twisted her back around and
tied her wrists tightly together, leaving a length of rope
dangling from them.
     "Ouch!" Batgirl said as he cinched the wrists together.
He then picked her up and lay her on her back on the center
of the table. Her long legs went over the end at her knees.
     "Ohhhh..." she moaned as she laid upon her bound arms.
     Roger then removed the rest of her cuffs and chains,
but left the collar in place. She hadn't noticed it but the
collar had a little Batgirl emblem on the front that matched
the one on her utility belt and costume. He then took her
left ankle and bent it back towards her thigh and wrapped
another of the black ropes around her trim ankle.
     "ahhhhggggg...." she moaned as he took the rope that
bound Batgirl's ankle and secured it to a bolt at her left
shoulder. He then took her right ankle, bent it back, tied
it and secured it to a bolt at her right shoulder.
     "uggghhhhh", Batgirl moaned and writhed helplessly, her
legs bent back and her weight resting on her bound arms.
     He took more of the rope and fed it thru behind her
bent knees. He knotted it and then tied them to the bolts at
the corner next to each knee, spreading her knees wide
apart.
     "huuu....huuuu..." Batgirl panted as she felt herself
getting sexually excited once again. Roger went on to tie
more rope at her shoulders, passing them under her armpits
and securing the ends to bolts at her shoulders. He then
took some more rope and started to wrap each of her legs,
tightly binding her ankles and calves back to each thigh.
Batgirl groaned and twisted as well as she could in her ever
increasing bondage as her captor continued to wrap more and
more of the black rope around her.
     "Ohhh...please...stop..." she begged, "these
ropes....there are....sooo....tight..." she gasped.
     "But, I thought that you liked being tied, Bat-slut,"
Roger responded as he then started to take a long rope,
wrapping it several times around her waist. He marveled at
her musculature of her abdomen as he pulled the rope tight
around her, strong, yet still feminine and very sexy. He
then took the end and knotted at the small of her back and
ran the rope up and between her legs, passing it between her
wet pussy lips and up towards the ceiling.
     "nooo....not...like...this" Batgirl whispered as he
took the end and attached it to a cable over her that
retracted into the ceiling. He then took the length of rope
that ran from Batgirl's bound wrists and passed the end into
a hold between her legs. He took the end that came out of a
hold at the foot of the table and attached it to another
retracting cable.
     Batgirl continued to moan and writhe as he went to the
head of the table and untied the ropes that bound her ankles
to the corners. He then passed these through nearby holes,
and attached them to a couple more cables at the bottom of
the head of the table. He repeated the process with each of
the ropes that he had secured Batgirl to the table with at
her shoulders and her knees.
     "Whaa...what are you going to do to me?" she asked
again, as she noticed him slightly changing her bondage,
undoing the ropes from the bolts to pass them into holes to
resecure them out of sight. He only looked at her and
continued with her bondage.
     He then took another long lenth of rope and tied it
around her chest, ropes looping over and under and then
across her breasts, encompassing her breasts in an elaborate
net of rope that held her breasts like lovers hands. Batgirl
writhed and moaned as Roger carefully positioned each rope
and tied each knot where it would do the most good to tease
and torment her.
     He then stood back and examined her. Batgirl continued
to twist about in her bonds, as much as possible, that is,
which wasn't much. Roger then went to a cabinet and pulled
out a spray bottle that was filled with a special solution,
made just for this occassion.
     "What's that for," Batgirl asked as she saw him
advancing towards her with the bottle filled with a red
liquid. It looked like cherry Kool-Aid.
     "Well, Batgirl. This is a special solution that when
sprayed on the ropes binding you will cause them to...well,
I'll let you discover that for yourself." He then started to
spray her with the liquid, the light mist covering her from
head to toe. It was cool and slightly oily and had a
strangely vinegar-like smell.
     Batgirl them noticed her ropes for the first time. They
were not nylon, or polyester, or cotton...they were almost
like rubber. But now, they seemed to come alive under the
spray. They warmed up and started to worm thier way into her
flesh.
     "Uggghhhh..." Batgirl gasped as the ropes tightened
about her. They also seemed to have another, more sinister
effect. Where the ropes touched her flesh her nerve-endings
came alive. The ropes dug into her helpless body with
fantastic pleasure.
     "Ahhh...ohhh....." she moaned as the sensations started
to intensify, each strand became an individual lover to her
writhing body.
     "Now, just to maintain some balance," Roger said as he
flicked a switch on the table, "let's tighten things up,
shall we?"
     The cables in the table started to slowing retract,
pulling the rope into the holes and over the rollers,
shortening the ropes that held Batgirl captive.
     "Ahhhhrrrrrrrgggggggg" she groaned as her ankles went
towards her head.
     "Uggghhhhh....oh god...please..." she pleaded as her
wrists pulled down between her legs, her body starting to
arch. Her captor then went to a switch at the wall and
flipped it on. The cable holding the rope bisecting her
vagina began to retract into the ceiling, bowing Batgirl
more.
     "Errrrgggggghhhhhhh" The ropes at her shoulders and
knees contracted. Each rope went into thier holes slowly,
centimeter by centimeter, stretching and bowing the heroine
painfully.
     At the same time the ropes that held her, especially
those that touched her bare flesh, at her waist, her breasts
and her vagina, continued to warm and dig and excite. She
was being crushed and split and she was loving every second
of it. Her bonds continued to squeeze and Batgirl started to
cum. Her bondage was soo intense, her peril of being killed
by her bonds, was too much for the young girl to resist.
     "ARRRGGGHHHH!!" she screamed as the first orgasm
wracked her. Roger pulled out his cock and started to
masturbate. The sight of her bound, bowed and stretched body
demanded satisfaction. Her belly continued to rise towards
the ceiling and her wrists and ankles came side to side, and
then passed each other, arching her ever more. Roger came
over and started to touch her, feeling the strain of
Batgirl's muscles under her skin.
     "Ohhhhh....goddddd...." Another orgasm struck the
helpless heroine. The pain and the pleasure mixing in a
incomprehensible combination. One did not go to the other,
but they blended perfectly. She did not know where one
started and the other stopped. She was in terrible pain, and
yet so incredibly turned on, so excited.
     Soon, Batgirl could not move anything but her head,
which she slowly tossed back and forth as the ropes pulled
her apart and drove her to orgasm after orgasm. Roger
finally walked to her and stuck his dick in Batgirl's
gasping mouth. She did not resist it or try to spit it out,
but began to suck it eagerly, unaware of anything but her
own sexual needs and torments. She was no longer Batgirl, or
Barbara Gordon, she was a naked piece of flesh made of equal
parts of pain and pleasure. She lusted for any sort of
relief from her torture, even the momentary distraction of
giving her captor a blow job. His hands moved across her
arched body in front of him, her breasts stretched to almost
invisiblity into her body, her stomach, taut and hard, the
waist ropes cutting into her as the crotch rope continued to
rise. She was going to die, she knew that. But, it no longer
mattered to her. She was helpless to resist, and no longer
wanted to.
     Roger finally shot his load of cum into Batgirls mouth
and she sucked him dry.
     "Mmmmuuuummpppmmm" Batgirl moaned as she licked him
dry. She was now just barely resting on the table by her
shoulders, knees and her head. Again and again she came, her
orgasms now racing through her, one after another, one would
start before the last had ended, a continual barrage of
intense pleasure. It was more than she could take and the
world finally went peacefully black around her.
     
end chapter four