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Batgirl - The Untold Origin
By Author Unknown


Part I

The young girl snuggled into her bed following the best day of her
life. The sheets were cool against her skin, and she giggled again at
the thought of sleeping nude. She had done it before, but somehow it
was different tonight, more grown up.

That morning she had received word she had gotten perfect scores on
the college-level chemistry and biology tests she'd taken two weeks
ago. Then, in the finals of the state gymnastics competition, she
emerged overall champion, not scoring under 9.8 in any event. Her
coach told her she had and excellent chance to make the Olympic team!

Finally, on the bus ride back from the championships, the most
gorgeous boy on the team made out with her in the darkened back seat.
So exhilarated was she by all the day's events that, even though this
was just the first time she'd ever been kissed by a boy, she let him
feel her small, budding breasts over her shirt.

The girl smiled as she recalled his fingers searching out her hard
nipples while the bus rolled through the night. It was that experience
that prompted her to sleep nude. She wanted to imagine what it must be
like to lay naked beside a boy.

Goose flesh rose on her body and she shivered, but not from her
increasingly erotic thoughts. Had Dad turned up the air conditioner
again? No, she smelled fresh air. Suddenly the hair on the nape of her
neck rose. Turning quickly, she saw a shadowy figure standing between
her bed and the now-open window. She gasped, but any scream she might
have made was silenced when he forced a short, thick plastic shaft
into her mouth. Trying to fight her assailant and cover her nudity at
the same time, the young girl stood no chance. Within seconds the gag
was fastened around her head, her wrists cuffed behind her, and her
ankles bound to her wrists.  Caught in a cruelly efficient hog-tie,
the girl could only watch in horror as he slipped one arm under her
shoulders and another hand between her naked legs. All her muted
squealing would never wake her father three rooms and one floor away.
As he lifted her off the bed she tried to make out his face, but all
she could see of her attacker was his white teeth as he grinned at
her.

"Now, my child," he said in a terrifying whisper, squeezing her pussy.
"I'll show you what little girls are for!"

She rode uncomfortably on the floor of a van to his hideout, sobbing
quietly, more frightened than ever before in her young life. He
carried her into a large, abandoned building, the putrid smell of
decay all around her. His footsteps echoed as he carried his captive
into the basement, which turned out to be well-let, though there was
no evidence of that from the street outside. The only furniture was
odd-looking tables and saw horses. In one corner, the girl saw a
pillory like the Pilgrims used. There were also several strange
machines, the purpose of which she couldn't fathom but which
frightened her beyond reason. There were also ropes and chains hanging
from the ceiling.

"Ahhh...home sweet home!" the man said, taking a deep breath of stale
air. He twisted her nipple ferociously and laughed when she squealed
from pain. "You're gonna love it here! My name is Mind Bender, and
we're about to have a very close relationship! Haaaaaa hahahahahaha!"

The girl shrank in despair as he cackled with insane glee. He looked
like a buffoon in the yellow and green skintight costume he wore, but
that only seemed to increase her fear. He began unlocking her cuffs,
and the child looked for a chance to escape, but none came. Without
releasing her feet, he retied her wrists to one of the ropes hanging
from the ceiling, then pulled her erect. With her body stretched taut,
Mind Bender left her after a brief examination of his prize.

She watched him set up some sort of track in a wide circle around her.
Then he set up a tripod on the track, and mounted an expensive video
camera onto that.

"One of my many toys," he chuckled as he approached his young captive,
flexing his muscles under the ghastly costume. He moved behind her and
pointed a remote control at the camera, which quietly switched on.

The girl, horrified at being filmed naked, closed her eyes and lowered
her head, but was helpless to do more.

"Greetings! I am Mind Bender!" the villain behind her said to the
camera. "I'm sure you'll recognize your daughter. She and I are about
to have a lot of fun together!"

At this point he cupped her small, firm breasts in his gloved hands
and squeezed them hard. The girl whimpered into her gag and shuddered
but he continued mauling her, pulling her tender nipples with all his
might. Her pain multiplied when she heard him say "daughter." That
could only mean he intended to send the tape to her father!

"You have a fine child, sir." He moved on hand down to stroke her
pussy, running his fingers through the thin fringe of brown pubic
hair. "As long as you pay the ransom I requested in the note I left on
her pillow, she won't be permanently harmed. But in case you need to
know to what depths I am capable of...." The girl gasped and her eyes
flew open as he pushed a finger into her tight, virgin hole. "Allow me
to give you a demonstration."

Mind Bender knelt to the helpless girl's feet and tied ropes around
her ankles before removing the shackles. Pulling the ropes through
widely separated pulleys in the ceiling, he hauled her feet off the
floor until they were waist-high and spread nearly 180 degrees.

The child, groaning under the strain on her wrists and shoulders, was
humiliated beyond all measure as the vile creatures stopped to gaze
hungrily at her wide open pussy. The camera was also right before her,
and the thought of her father seeing her this way deepened her shame.

"Delicious, isn't she?" Mind Bender cackled, patting her pussy. He
slid the length of his finger up and down her pink slit. The girl
shuddered, telling herself the reaction was revulsion. It had to be!

"Now for the moment you've been waiting for!" He pulled at the yellow
trunks of his ridiculous costume, showing that they were held together
only by Velcro, and they tore away easily. The child's eyes widened in
new fear as she gazed upon his terrifying ten-inch prick, as thick as
her wrist! He wagged his erection in front of the camera. "This should
clearly demonstrate the depths I can attain! HAAAAAA hahahahahahaha!"
He laughed insanely at his own sick joke.

Mind Bender clicked the remote control again and the tripod began to
roll on the track around her, yet the camera remained focused squarely
on her.

"Now, my sweet," the villain said, turning back to his naked captive.
"Let's show your daddy what being a good girl really means!"

She shook her head in desperate futility, pleading with her
terror-stricken eyes, but he mercilessly advanced on her, his monster
cock brushing against her tiny, virgin opening. He waited until the
camera had an unobstructed angle, then grabbed her small ass in his
huge hands and shoved his hips forward with all the brutal strength he
could muster.

His entire ten inch rod slammed into her dry vagina. The slap of his
pelvis against hers was like a rifle shot, and he cold feel her soft,
puffy vulva being mashed and bruised as he rotated his hips, twisting
his cock around inside her. The girl squeezed her eyes shut and a
high-pitched squeal of agony came from her gagged mouth as her body
shuddered and shook at the sudden violent intrusion.

"I must say, she has a tight cunt!" the madman laughed.

The girl thrashed her head as she struggled to cope with the
incomprehensible pain inside her. She felt he must have ruptured her
vagina, split her velvety tunnel apart like a banana peel. Her body
shook and quivered spasmodically. To her surprise, Mind Bender removed
her gag, and the heart-rending scream of agony that immediately
followed seemed only to spur the sick man on.

"Daddy, help me!" she cried, despite her best intentions to be strong.
"He's killing me! He's killing me Daddeeeeeeee! Oh God, please HELP!"
After that he began to fuck her dry hole with a madman's ferocity, and
the overwhelming pain that wracked her ravaged body left her able to
articulate nothing more than gurgled shrieks.

Mind Bender was unmoved, however. He continued slamming into her with
pile driver force. The blood from her shredded hymen, her lost
virginity, provided some measure of lubrication, for her sex provided
none of its own, so great was the pain.

Slowly the camera circled around them, recording every angle of the
girl's torment. Mind Bender hummed a cheerful little tune as the
vicious rape continued, and for good measure he began to maul her
breasts again.

The onslaught continued for several more minutes before he finally
grunted and shot his come deep into the young girl's womb. To her it
was like a flood of acid burning her life away from the inside, and
she cried out again, her face now stained from a flood of tears. Mind
Bender unceremoniously pulled out of the limp, sobbing girl and put on
his trunks again before stopping and facing the camera tripod. Deep
red blood began to ooze out of the girl's pussy as her head lolled
back.

"I'm sure you'll be glad to know your daughter is a great fuck!" the
madman jeered. Then his expression turned deadly serious. "If you
agree to the terms in my note, arrange to have the bat signal turned
on three times in quick succession at 11:05 p.m. tomorrow night. If
not," he turned to the quivering girl, he head sagging on her chest,
and put a finger under he chin to lift her face to the camera. "If
not, the next film you get will be of her death by slow torture."

"No, please..." the girl softly pleaded, and with an exaggerated
gesture Mind Bender waved the remote and turned off the camera.

"I would say your movie debut was a phenomenal success!" the criminal
chortled. "But you're probably tired of hanging around." He let her
down and released her, but her muscles were so strained, her mind so
shattered, that she could not move. Showing no patience or mercy to
the crumpled girl on the floor, he gripped a handful of her brown hair
and dragged her across the room, hoisted her onto a table, and chained
her wrists and ankles to it.

"Gotta go now!" Mind Bender said happily, getting the tape from the
camera. "I'll be back as soon as I see this safely delivered." He
turned and left, leaving the girl helpless, hurt, humiliated, and
without hope.

Within an hour he was back, but said little to his captive other than
to taunt her that he had broken the tape by dropping it outside the
door, and they'd have to make a new one.

"April Fool!" he laughed at the quivering girl. "Oh, I forgot, it's
not April yet, is it? Don't worry, the tape is fine, and I'm sure your
Daddy will get a bundle of kicks out of watching it!"

He laughed insanely, louder than ever before, as he left the room
again, shutting off the light. The girl lay helpless in complete
darkness for hours, unable to sleep.

When Mind Bender returned in the morning, she had regained much of her
strength, if not her composure. She cringed when he ran his hands
almost affectionately over her exposed flesh. "Hmmm, a few bruises on
your tits and cunt, but otherwise I'd say you're hardly damaged at
all. Good. I like a girl with a strong constitution!"

She gathered up her will and forced herself to say, "Please, I'm very
thirsty. May I please have some water?" Mind Bender frowned but
eventually poured a glass of water down her throat.

He returned to her off and on the rest of the day to torment her. Once
he put powerful alligator clips on her red nipples. He returned an
hour later, and responded to the sobbing girl's pleas to remove them
by adding two more to her inner labia. An hour after that, he added
one to her tiny clitoris as well. It was another hour and a half
before he finally returned to remove them all, and by that time the
girl's body was shaking, and tears of agony were streaming down her
face.  She begged him shamelessly to remove them, and to her surprise
he did.

No sooner were the clips gone, however, than he produced a long needle
and casually pierced her left nipple, then her right. As the girl
shrieked and shook in her bonds, he fitted gold rings into the holes.
Then he forced the needle through the fleshy hood over her clit,
sending new paroxysms of pain through her, and put another ring in
her, all the while joyfully singing "Put On A Happy Face."

In the afternoon he released her from the table at last, but locked
her wrists and elbow behind her, put a chain on her pussy ring, and
led her around in circles like an animal on a leash, singing "Here We
Go Round The Mulberry Bush." She struggled to trot along after him,
each hesitation or misstep causing him to pull hard on the chain, and
agony knifed through her as though the ring had been ripped completely
through her sensitive flesh.

Mind Bender delighted in torturing and humiliating the girl. Every cry
of pain seemed to inspire some new atrocity. As evening settled in he
began a game of making her say shameful things. Any refusal or
hesitation, or even if she didn't sound sincere, resulted in a tug of
one of her rings or worse.

"I want to suck your cock," she was forced to say. "I want your big
prick fucking my hungry pussy!"

"I have an idea," Mind Bender said as the night wore on. "I want to
watch you play with your pussy. Use your fingers. I'm sure you know
how!"

He cackled with mad glee as the girl slowly spread her legs in front
of him. She hesitated and pleaded with him with her eyes. She got a
quick tug on her nipple rings in return. A fresh torrent tears, born
of stinging pain and terrible humiliation, rolled down her red cheeks
as she moved her hands to her pussy. She began to massage it, but the
ring made the area too swollen and sore to get any stimulation. She
struggled at her abhorrent task for only a couple of minutes before he
jumped up.

"Damn! You almost made me forget. It's nearly time for the signal.
Come on!"

He grabbed her pussy leash and yanked her across the room. The girl
desperately struggled to maintain her balance. The vile creature took
her to the pillory and locked her neck and wrists into the device. It
forced her to bend ninety degrees at the hips. He locked her ankles in
the footboard of the device, spread wide.

"Now, you need something to keep you occupied, I think. You don't want
to be bored, do you? This should do just the trick."

The girl was facing the wall, and couldn't see anything happening in
the room, but she heard him doing something with metal, setting
something up behind her. Unexpectedly, she felt her ravaged pussy
violated again. In a sudden fit of panic, she screamed and twisted in
her bondage, but it was too late. Something had penetrated her deeply,
something cold and hard. Next she felt him tugging at her pussy ring,
and instinctively knew he had attached the device to her.

With shocking suddenness, the thing came alive. It vibrated inside her
with an intensity she couldn't have imagined, and she gasped from the
unexpected sensation. She heard an intake of air behind her, and felt
the device pull out of her pussy. But just when it was about to be
withdrawn completely, she heard a quick whoosh and the shaft was
rammed back into her. It was hooked up to some bizarre hydraulic
device, she realized.

"How do you like it, hmmm?" Mind Bender chuckled. "I think it should
keep you...involved, until I get back!"

The girl shuddered as the vibrating dildo pumped slowly in and out of
her torn, bruised pussy. She slowly became aware that with each stroke
the tempo increased slightly.

She shuddered again. The vibration of the thing was maddening. It
caused a growing sensation deep within her she had not felt before. It
confused her, for it wasn't painful. It was the first thing he'd done
to her that didn't hurt, and she dreaded the possibility that it was a
trick, that unspeakable agony was to follow.

Instead, she quivered yet again. A warmth spread through her, and she
began to perspire. At that moment, Mind Bender returned.

"Success!" he cried, dancing around the room. "Success, success,
success, success! They've followed my instructions with the
bat-signal, and I'm going to be rich!" He leaned close to her ear.
"And you, my charming little twat, will be free to return to your
Daddy, much as I would like to keep you with me. You've
been...entertaining."

The girl closed her eyes and moaned. "Ahh, I see you appreciate the
toy I gave you," he said, stroking her firm ass. The girl didn't
reply, but her breathing became heavy and ragged. The dildo was
pumping faster now, very fast.

Mind Bender groped around where the shaft entered her, then wiped his
finger under her nose, leaving a trail of her own scent. "I see you've
finally discovered the secret to enjoying sex."

'Uhhh," she grunted, and her hips bucked involuntarily.

Suddenly there was a loud crash behind her, across the room. "It's all
over, Mind Bender!" It was a voice she'd never heard before, deep and
raspy, and it frightened her as much as her tormenter.

But Mind Bender was clearly suddenly frightened as well. "How did you
find me?" he cried.

"Spectroscopic analysis of dust particles on your note, plus careful
study of mud on the cassette case where you apparently dropped it
limited your location to a ten square block area of the city. A
process of elimination reduced your possible hideout to fifty
buildings. From there it was just a matter of searching."

"You won't stop me! This hallucinogenic gas will stop you!"

The girl heard something rattle on the floor near the raspy voice,
then a pop and hiss.

"Your grenades won't stop a man with a gas mask," the raspy voice
said. "Wait...You monster! What have you done to her!"

The girl detected a new fury in the man's voice, and it terrified her
even more. Still, she felt her body growing more tingly as the tempo
of the pumping dildo intensified to monstrous speed, now fucking her
faster than any human could. She made gurgling noises as her hips
twisted around in circles. She was aware of a faint pungent odor in
the air and a sense of dizziness at the same time, the room seeming to
spin around her, and she wondered if she was inhaling the gas.

"I'll see you hang for this!” The mystery man growled, much closer to
her now. To the girl it sounded as if he was completely out of
control. What would he do to a helpless naked girl if he got the
chance? Would she be any better off than before?

"Wait!" Mind Bender cried. "See this remote? It triggers a needle
inside that dildo! If you touch her, the needle will extract from the
shaft and inject her cunt with a lethal poison! She'll die instantly!"

The girl squirmed and shivered in the stocks, her hips bucking back
and forth and the dildo pounded into her and sweat rolled down her
face. She could see shadows on the wall of the two men behind her, and
they seemed to come alive to her increasingly fogged brain, swarming
over her, touching her, fondling her....

"She's only a child! Are you really that sick?" the raspy voice said.

"Call it a gift!" Mind Bender cackled. "I was born with it!"

Suddenly the girl heard a whirling whistle, a thud, and the clatter of
the remote skidding across the floor.

"I'll have you for breakfast!" snarled the deep-voiced man, suddenly
on the other side of the room. But to the drug-hazed girl, it was as
though the voice came from one of the twisting shadows around her, and
it seemed to be talking to her, closing around her and running a long
black tongue over her helpless body as if tasting her. She groaned
loudly as the unyielding dildo slammed into her pussy again and again.

She heard a series of crashes, smacks and cries of pain, and realized
Mind Bender was getting beat up pretty badly. In the meantime, the
shaft driving in and out of her cunt was moving her to uncontrollable
heights of passion. He body shook and trembled, and she moaned
constantly with obvious lust.

At last the noises ended. "That scum," the raspy voice said. "This is
a camera remote. He was bluffing!"

The girl, by now frantic as the dildo was fired in and out of her hot
pussy with incredible speed, felt perspiration roll down her face. She
grunted and groaned, her naked body writhing in building ecstasy.

And then, suddenly, it stopped. She cried out with frustration. She
could sense she was on the brink of a glorious release, but the man,
whoever he was, stopped it. Then she sensed the shadow and the man
become one, a great beast hovering over her, caressing her yet not
touching her. Then the beast was touching her, down between her spread
legs, and she heard something snap. The dildo was pulled away, despite
her straining backward to keep it inside her.

As her body squirmed, her pussy brushed the shadow-man's finger, right
on her clit, and that was all it took. "Ahhhh! Ohh yes! YES!" she
cried as her first orgasm surged through her body. At that same
moment, a horrifying vision appeared inches in front of her face, as
the shadow-monster suddenly congealed into a bizarre face, dark and
menacing, with triangular slits for eyes and a cruel, thin mouth.

The vision was more terrifying than anything Mind Bender had done, and
at the height of her climax she screamed in new horror at the
unexpected sight, certain she was looking upon a demon from hell. She
shivered as fear and passion exploded together inside her. The
combination of emotions rocked her to her very soul, shattered her
mind and body. She was left weak and spent while the man she finally
recognized as the Batman released her from the pillory.

She fell to the floor, a quivering heap of flesh. Batman removed his
cape and carefully wrapped her in it, then lifted her easily in his
powerful arms and carried her outside.

"I'm sorry Barbara," he said with a softness and gentleness she
wouldn't have thought possible only moments before.

Barbara Gordon understood why he said that, but somewhere inside the
little girl she was dimly aware of a woman who was very grateful to
the Batman, and not just for rescuing her.



Batgirl - The Untold Origin
Part 2

Barbara Gordon ran through the routine once more in her mind. It was
easy, and she had mastered it years ago, yet it had been months since
she had completed it successfully. This time would be different. It
would be last gymnastics competition, and she was determined to make a
good showing.

She took a deep breath, and jumped up to the taller of the uneven
parallel bars, pulled herself up easily and spun her lithe body around
it twice. The strength was there, the agility was there. For a moment
Barbara felt a return of the old form that many thought would put her
on the Olympic team.

With effortless grace she swung into a handstand, held it, and arced
back down, keeping her rigid form perpendicular to the bar. She swung
her legs up the other side, catching her hips on the lower bar. She
could sense the correctness of her timing, the perfection of her
velocity. The move would swing her around the lower bar, the whip her
backwards up to the high bar.

But halfway through the maneuver she felt it go wrong. Again. Her body
released a fraction of a second too late. And instead of flying up,
she was tossed straight back, the upper bar far out of reach. She
landed with a loud slap on the mat in a spread sitting position.

Although she immediately hopped back up to the bar, she never
recovered. Embarrassed and humiliated, her determination left her, and
with it her strength. She struggled to pull herself up to the top bar,
barely managed to spin herself around it, and dragged her feet on the
mat twice, each time completely destroying the move she was
attempting. She badly miscued a routine dismount and fell to all
fours, hot, bitter tears of disappointment spattering on the mat.

Barbara quickly shook herself into control and trotted into the locker
room, avoiding looking at her father and Bruce Wayne, who'd come to
see her last high school state finals meet. Most importantly, she
avoided the gaze of Dick Grayson, Wayne's ward. She'd met him a few
months ago at a fund raiser her father had taken her to at Wayne
Manor, and they'd become fond of each other. Now, sitting alone in the
locker room, she didn't know how she could ever face him again. Yet
he'd brought her here. She would have to leave with him.

Carol Hodges, her coach, appeared from the tournament area and sat
beside her, putting a comforting arm around the girl's shoulder.

"I used to be good," Barbara said between sniffles. "I don't
understand what I'm doing wrong!"

"You're not doing anything wrong," he coach assured her. "You're as
good as you ever were. It's just...it's just the laws of physics
working against you."

Barbara looked at Mrs. Hodges with wet, questioning brown eyes. She
could see that her coach was having difficulty with whatever she
needed to say.

"You've become a very attractive young woman, Barb. A very...nicely
endowed young woman." The coach gave her student a small,
conspiratorial smile quickly followed with a wink. "That certainly has
its advantages. But it also means your body's center of gravity has
been thrown way off by the weight of your own breasts."

The two were silent a moment as Barbara reflected on this previously
undrempt-of thought. Was it really possible? Could her own figure
really be the cause of all this?

"I'm sorry," Carol continued. "But being a world-class gymnast just
isn't possible for you anymore. There are so many other things you
excel at, so many other awards waiting for you to win."

Inwardly, Barbara scoffed at the idea. She didn't need or particularly
want awards or medals, and almost said so. She checked herself just in
time, realizing it could lead her coach to ask questions she'd rather
not answer. But it angered her profoundly that all her plans, all she
had worked for the past two years, was now in jeopardy just because
she had big tits.

"I'll be all right," Barbara said instead. "I'll feel better after a
shower." She stood and began to undress. Carol Hodges smiled at her,
marveling at the girl's inner strength.

Barbara Gordon stepped into the shower and let the warm water was over
her. Awards were nothing. But if she couldn't even swing around the
uneven bars, how could she expect to swing around town on a line like
the Batman?

As always, the moment that name drifted through her mind she felt the
insatiable tingling between her legs. She almost put her hand there,
to relieve her anxiety, as she had so often in the past. But at that
moment several girls from other teams entered the locker room.

Impressing the Batman was the only reward that mattered to her now,
had been the only thing for years, ever since the first time she'd met
him, when he had rescued her from Mind Bender and gave her her very
first orgasm.

She remembered little else about that traumatic experience. Six months
of therapy and her own iron will had carried her through it, but the
details were now lost in the dim recesses of her mind. To Barbara,
what happened was only important in that it gave her life purpose,
direction. She knew from the moment that the mysterious dark figure
had rescued her that he was a man to be emulated. Despite the Batman's
relationship with her father, Barbara had never seen him before that
moment, and had only glimpsed him twice since.

She longed to feel the excitement between her legs which he had caused
so many years ago. She had to be like him, so that he would notice
her. She already had a costume started, and she was certain that once
she emerged as Batgirl, Batman would admire her, and then she would be
his.

But now she discovered that despite her strength, training and
agility, her own body had betrayed her. Because of  the way her body
had developed, swinging above the rooftops with the Dark Knight was
out of the question. She groaned inwardly, both from despair at the
loss of her dreams, and the growing desire between her legs. It
quickly became apparent she would have no time alone, so she left the
shower and toweled off. By the time she had dressed she felt ready to
face the three men who surely waited for her.

She found them in the stands, looking at her with sympathy. Her father
hugged her, and Bruce made some comment she didn't listen to. Only
Dick seemed to know what she needed: a smile and silence. Only he knew
she wanted to put the dreadful experience immediately behind her.

"Would you like some dinner?" he asked. Barbara agreed, eager to be
away from the uncomfortable older men.

Dick was easy to be with, taking her to a small, quiet restaurant and
helping her forget her poor performance on the bars. In the end,
however, it was she who broke an awkward silence by telling him many
of her greatest dreams had died that day.

"Seems to me you have a choice then," Dick told her as if he'd been
pondering this subject for years. "Either find  new dreams, or find a
new ways to achieve your old ones."

It was like Dick to not ask what dreams she could possibly have had
that were now dead, but instead to simply offer the best solution
given the information he had. He never pried, and she prized that
about him. What Dick had just said sounded like something her father
might have said. Yet coming from this young man, it somehow seemed
incredibly profound. Dick was right, of course. Find a new way....

Barbara Gordon brightened noticeably after that, and the two enjoyed
each other's company late into the evening. When Dick took her home,
he accepted her invitation to come inside.

"Daddy's gone," she announced while turning on the lights. "I've never
seen anyone work so hard at something so unpleasant as police work."

"I know what you mean. Bruce can be like that," Dick replied
distantly, and Barbara only barely managed to stop herself from
laughing out loud. He sounded so serious, but she knew the most
unpleasant thing Bruce Wayne ever had to do was decide whether he
wanted a blonde or brunette bimbo on his arm at his next party.

She recovered nicely and noticed an odd smile on Dick's face, as if he
had a private joke, but she chose not to pursue it. She wasn't sure
she could maintain her composure if he compared Bruce's life to her
father's again. Besides, she was suddenly and quite unexpectedly
struck by Dick's appearance. Something about the particular lighting
showed his physique in a way she hadn't noticed before. She had never
realized how strong he was, yet power fairly radiated from him.
Although he was a year younger than herself, she hadn't guessed it for
some time after they had first met, as he behaved with such confidence
and maturity.

At that moment her pussy began to quiver. It had been tingly ever
since her shower, and had refused to settle down. Now, as she looked
at Dick, it positively throbbed. Suddenly she realized she was
staring, and he knew it. She blushed hotly, but she felt wetness
growing between her legs. Almost without thinking she stepped close to
the young man she knew so little about and took his hand. She stood on
her toes to give hive him a quick, soft kiss, then a longer, more
meaningful one.

Barbara raised his hand to her breast, pressing his palm firmly
against her. "Take me Dick," she whispered. "Give me something good to
remember this day for."

She was shocked at herself. She had never considered making love to
anyone but Batman, but the urgings within her would not be denied. At
the same time, Dick surprised her. He went all shaky and stiff. For
the first time since she had known him, he lost his confidence and
control. Then she remembered his real age, not his perceived age, and
realized she had just asked him to surrender his virginity. But then,
in a real sense, she was surrendering hers as well.

"I...ahhh...." Dick stammered. Barbara sense him backing out, getting
cold feet, yet her aching pussy cried out for relief, and for some
reason she couldn't explain she desperately wanted him. She decided to
give him a little encouragement.

"I need you," she whispered, pulling at her blouse hard enough to pop
the buttons. Her breasts heaved beneath a black lace bra, the hint of
bright red nipples visible at the tip of each mound. With a quick
motion of nimble fingers, she unsnapped the clasp between her breasts,
and the cups flew wide.

Dick Grayson stared with wide-eyed, almost childish wonder, at her
magnificent chest. She placed his hands on her tits and sighed deeply.
Barbara kissed his neck as he gently fondled her, teasing her nipples
and making her moan. In the back of her mind she wondered why she was
so determined to get laid this night, with this man. But as he pulled
her close and planted a passionate kiss on her soft, full lips, she
ceased to care.

She led the way to her bedroom, shrugging her blouse and bra down her
shoulders along the way. Once inside the threshold to her room,
however, Dick seemed to have second thoughts again.

"Look, Barb, I really like you, but maybe this isn't...."

Barbara acted quickly, instinctively. She unzipped her skirt and let
it fall to the floor. Now dressed only in four-inch pumps and black
lace bikini panties, she sauntered to Dick in her sexiest manner and
rubbed her crotch firmly up and down his thigh.

"I can see you want me Dick," she breathed, stroking the growing bulge
in his pants. "Take me." When she still got no response from the
trembling young man, she decided to be even more direct. "Sink your
hard cock into my pussy! I'm so wet and hot!"

After a few moments Barbara felt his tentative fingers at the
waistband of her panties, and then his trembling hand slipped
underneath. She moaned in satisfaction as she felt him exploring her,
foraging through the light forest of pubic hair and into the damp,
warm recesses of her slit.

She crumpled against him and opened her legs a little. When his
probing fingers made contact with her swollen clit, she gasped
sharply. Dick jerked his finger away, afraid he'd hurt her somehow.

"No, it's okay!" she said with more than a hint of desperation. "It
felt good!"

Barbara felt his fingers once more searching under the wet, sensitive
folds of flesh between her legs and she melted against him. He teased
and massaged her clit firmly, and she could already feel a marvelous
orgasm building within her.

Dick pushed her backwards, gently but firmly laying her back on the
bed. She settled into the soft mattress, her feet still on the floor,
and saw Dick staring down at her with hunger and passion. For the
first time it struck Barbara how slutty her behavior was, but
strangely that excited her, rather than give her pause. In fact, it
inspired her to do even more.

She spread her legs and stroked her crotch with her hands, feeling the
dampness on her panties. "I need you Dick," she said again as he
removed his shirt, revealing an exquisitely sculpted chest and torso.
As he pulled off his pants and underwear she realized he was no longer
fumbling or jittery. His self confidence and control had returned.

The next thing that struck her, of course, was his cock. Hard and
throbbing, seven inches long and a third of that wide, it nevertheless
seemed small to her. She didn't realize it, but she was comparing it
to the only other penis she'd ever seen, Mind Bender's. On a conscious
level, she couldn't even picture the villain's prick, but
subconsciously she remembered it well.

Far from disappointing her, though, Dick's tool both relaxed and
excited her. While the specific events of the Mind Bender trauma were
buried deep, she was aware that her only other experience with
intercourse was painful. This cock, however, was not fearsome. This
was an instrument to deliver pleasure, and she intended to get all she
could from it.

Dick hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, and
Barbara raised her hips as he slid them down to the floor. Now
kneeling between her legs, Dick spread her unresisting thighs wide.
Barbara felt a cool draft waft across her naked, open pussy, and knew
her inner labia must be swollen, that her bright pink inner flesh must
look like a flower in full bloom.

She shuddered and moaned as Dick tenderly traced a finger along this
super-sensitive flesh, exploring an aspect of feminine mystery she
realized he probably hadn't dreamt of  before. She smiled, oddly
endeared by the idea of being an instructional tool for his education
into adulthood.

The she felt a quick, out of place tug, just above her throbbing clit,
and swore under her breath with a sickening flash of realization. The
one thing she kept from her ordeal with Mind Bender, the only remnant
she had of that experience, was the piercing. She had secretly kept
the hole open for weeks with a pierced ear post, for what reason she
couldn't tell. But one day she saw a golden charm in a jewelry store,
and then she did know. From that day to this, she wore the golden
emblem of Batman on her pussy. It had been there so long she rarely
thought of it anymore, but she had subconsciously longed for the day
she could reveal it to the Dark Knight himself.

But now Dick had seen it. He looked quizzically at it, but mercifully
asked no questions. Instead, he pried her labia as wide apart as
possible and planted a kiss squarely on her clit. Barbara gasped
sharply again, but this time he recognized it for what it was, and did
not back away. Rather, he sucked on it and flicked it with his tongue.
Barbara arched her back and squealed in delight. Dick tried lightly
nibbling on it, which produced a loud groan from her.

He licked up and down the length of her wet, pungent slit, tasting her
love oil. He probed the entrance to her vagina and she shuddered
again.

"Oh God, you're driving me crazy!" she moaned. "Don't stop!"

Dick glanced up at her writhing body and saw her squeezing her large
breasts. She lifted her feet from the floor to the edge of the bed,
and was rewarded by feeling his tongue snake deeper inside her.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried. "Yes! I need you Dick! I need you now!"

Dick almost reluctantly pulled away from her and stood. For a moment
he gazed at her gaping pussy lips, pulsating hungrily, then gripped
his iron-hard cock and positioned it against her tiny vaginal opening.

"Fuck my cunt Dick! Fuck my cunt!"

He pushed forward, watching with fascination as his prick disappeared
inside her. He felt the near-scalding heat of her pussy and sighed.
Her velvety walls stretched out to accommodate him, and seemed to grip
his cock with heavenly power.

His pelvis bumped hers. His black pubic hair mingled with her light
brown fuzz. He pulled back slowly, seeing how she had wet his shaft.
He plunged it back into her again with a grunt, a little faster this
time, and was rewarded with a gasping moan from the girl.

Barbara watched him through half-closed lids. His attention was
riveted on the juncture of their bodies as he began steadily pumping
her. She quickly began thrusting her hips up in rhythm with his,
encouraging him to stroke her harder and faster.

"Your pussy's tight!" Dick exclaimed. "I never dreamed it could feel
like this!"

Barbara smiled, glad to be pleasing him. "Your cock feels wonderful!
Do it harder!"

Dick redoubled his efforts, slamming into her with near-brute force.
Barbara proclaimed her satisfaction with high-pitched squeals of
delight, struggling to keep up with his thrusts with her own frantic
humping. Within moments she climaxed in a blinding fury of unbridled
passion. It ripped through her body with nuclear force. She howled out
her ecstasy with almost terrifying volume.

"Oh God Batman! YES! YES! YES! OHHHHHH.......!"

She felt Dick pause for just a moment, the continued on stronger than
before. Barbara realized what she had just blurted out, and blushed
with embarrassment, but with Dick's prick impaling her again and
again, the incident was quickly erased from her mind. Her body
trembled as Dick lunged into her with three powerful strokes that slid
her across the bed.

Grunting like a wild animal, Dick climaxed himself, shooting come deep
into her waiting womb. Barbara wrapped her legs tightly around his
hips, trapping him deep inside her. She could feel his cock jumping
and throbbing like a thing alive within her body as he shot stream
after stream of hot semen into her.

At last, spent and exhausted, he collapsed on top of her, resting his
head on her soft, full breasts. Barbara held him tightly, caressing
his back, as she felt his softening cock withdrawing from her. Her
heated passion was only partially cooled, and she closed her eyes and
smiled happily when Dick sucked a red nipple into his mouth. Soon one
of his hands found its way between her legs, and he began to tickle
and tease her.

Barbara, feeling an itch growing once more in her pussy so deep that
only a nice hard cock could scratch it, could feel Dick's penis
against her thigh, soft. She decided she had to do something about
that, but the only thing that came to mind was a act she'd always told
herself she could never bring herself to perform. Still, she smiled
inwardly as she reflected on the small pleasure she took at shocking
the straight-laced young man beside her. And she had to admit a
certain pleasure at shocking herself too.

"Let me clean you up a bit," she said, making up her mind. She slid
smoothly down his hard body to his cock, and held it gently in her
hand. She purposely looked up his chest into his blue eyes, smiled
broadly, and closed her lips around the purple head of his shaft.

His surprised, and pleased, expression was satisfying indeed to
Barbara, who found herself not nearly so revolted as she had expected.
She tasted the sharp tang of her own sex on him, and enthusiastically
sucked it off. She licked up and down his gradually hardening shaft,
working her tongue energetically along the blue vein on the bottom
after the gasp he made when she first did it. She sucked his balls
into her mouth one at a time and cleaned them, then returned to his
shaft, once more hard as a rail.

She closed her mouth over the tip once more, then bobbed her head up
and down, managing to get about half of it into her mouth. Dick's
breathing became heavy and irregular, so she stopped before she was
denied what she needed as well. Holding his erection in her small
hand, she said in a mock-concerned tone, "Oh dear, I've gone and got
you all hard again. What are we going to do about that?"

They smiled at each other, then Barbara straddled his hips, lowering
herself gratefully onto him. She quickly started humping up and down,
riding him like a wild stallion, and though she climaxed quickly Dick
was just getting started.

She rolled onto all fours, and he kneeled behind her, sinking his cock
quickly and easily into her soaked pussy. He rammed his hips forward
in steady, strong strokes, his hips slapping loudly against her firm
ass. Barbara tossed her head back and squealed up to the ceiling,
rocking back against him. After a few moments he pulled out of her,
and she moaned in frustration, but he positioned her onto her side
and, taking the cue, draped one leg over his shoulder.

The girl saw him looking at her spread pussy, and she could feel
herself how the swollen labia were pulsating, as if begging
desperately for the cock to return. Dick answered the plea quickly,
plunging his thick shaft into her again, and in this new position
attained even greater depths inside her than before. He fucked her
with hard, even strokes as she pinched and pulled on her stiff red
nipples, moaning with passion.

Finally she felt his cock lurch inside her again, and a new flood of
hot come poured into her as Dick grunted. She cried out with yet
another climax of her own. Then, utterly spent, they collapsed beside
each other, exhausted.

They lay for long minutes in each other's arms, catching their breath.
Finally Barbara sighed and smiled. "That was wonderful, Dick. Thank
you!"

"Yeah." His reply was short, curt, and Barbara was suddenly aware that
a dark mood had come over him, had been there almost from the moment
of his last orgasm.

"What's wrong?"

Dick hesitated for so long she thought he wasn't going to answer. "Why
did you call me Batman before?" he finally asked.

Damn, she thought. One slip, during a passionate moment, and how she
had to come up with a difficult explanation. The truth she would not
tell. The truth was hers, it was private, and she would share with no
one, ever, except the Batman himself.

"Well, ummm, I guess you can tell I have a thing about Batman." She
toyed with the charm on her pussy and smiled, trying to make light of
it. When he didn't smile back, her own faded. "I, uh, I guess I said
it because you screwed me like a superhero! Batman himself couldn't
have done it better!"

It was a lame explanation, and she knew it. But when she looked into
his face and saw how his expression darkened, she was completely off
guard. She didn't expect him to be happy, but he seemed to be taking
it personally, as if she had called out the name of an envied older
brother.

Barbara tried to cheer him up. She liked Dick and didn't want their
friendship to end, especially for such a stupid reason. But he refused
to lighten up, and their close proximity soon became unbearable. At
last he mercifully told her he had to leave. They dressed in silence
and she walked him to the door.

"Dick," she said as he walked through the threshold, "I had a
wonderful time. Thank you."

Dick, turned only halfway to her, nodded once without looking at her,
and walked away, leaving her puzzled and hurt. Barbara knew their
friendship had ended, and spent a few moments in regret. Then she told
herself that perhaps it was for the best. A long term sexual
relationship with him was not possible, not when there was the Batman
to think about. 

Besides, she recalled, she had more cause to be grateful to Dick than
he could ever have dreamed, certainly more cause than a mere good
fuck. He had given her inspiration, a new way to approach life, to
achieve her goals.

"Find a new way," he had said. Barbara Gordon smiled as she went back
to bed, knowing the night would be a sleepless one as her mind raced
with suddenly opened doorways of opportunity waiting for her
consideration. She would find a new way to attain her dream, she knew
that now, and she had Dick to thank for it, for bringing her out of
her self pity to consider alternatives to her original plan.

New ways, she realized for the first time, were plentiful. She had her
future again.



Batgirl - The Untold Origin
Part 3

"I love you," Barbara Gordon told her father as she kissed him
goodbye. His light brown trench coat rustled softly as he moved down
the hallway away from her. She knew this had been difficult for him.
Partly he didn't want to see his little girl growing up, and partly he
truly felt that eighteen was too young to be living alone in a place
like Gotham City, especially when there was a secure police
commissioner's home where she would always be welcome.

But Barbara had made up her mind, and her father knew by now not to
argue too long and hard with her. She turned away from the closed door
and scanned her apartment. It had taken her months to find just the
right place. Ground floor, a secure entrance to a little-used alley,
even a storage space for her motorcycle, a special, highly modified
bike. A vehicle that would overcome her inability to swing through the
rooftops like the man she admired.

Evening was settling in. She closed all the blinds and undressed, and
brought out from the dresser the body stocking she'd also specially
modified to her new needs. She pulled the black skin-tight outfit on,
wrapped the bright yellow cape around her shoulders, and pulled on the
cowl, complete with red wig, over her head.

Barbara examined herself in the mirror. It was not the first time
she'd worn it, but it felt like it. Tonight was to be Batgirl's debut.

The girl smiled behind her mask. The outfit certainly wasn't one to
strike terror into the hearts of evildoers, like Batman's, but that
was okay. There's more than one way to disarm an opponent, she
thought. Like making him think you're frail and helpless.

She nodded once with approval at the costumed figure in the mirror,
saw it was dark outside, and left by the alley door. Moments later,
she was racing down the side streets of Gotham City's seamier section
on her whisper-quiet cycle.

When she neared the address she sought, she pulled into an alley and
parked behind a dumpster. Drawing a thin line out of the yellow belt
on her shapely hips, she tossed a loop around a gargoyle four stories
up and climbed with ease. The pure balance she once had may be gone,
she thought, but she still had pure athleticism on her side.

On the roof, she silently glided to the lone skylight, then looked
through only to be bitterly disappointed. Below she saw a dozen men
knocked unconscious or securely bound. Something caught the corner of
her eye, and she turned to catch a momentary glimpse of a bat-like
figure three buildings away. He had beaten her to the punch, so to
speak.

It had taken Barbara three weeks to pick up enough leads from her
father and other contacts she had made to locate the Riddler's band.
They had planned to break him out of prison, but Batman had made sure
their plans had failed.

Batgirl heard sirens and decided it was time to slip away. Her first
effort was a failure. Her next, she thought grimly, would not be.

**********

"He's escaped prison, sir!"

Barbara could clearly hear the urgency in the officer's voice over the
speaker phone. Her father was across his office pouring himself a cup
of coffee.

"Who escaped?" James Gordon growled.

"Micah Bender!"

There was a sudden, dreadful silence in the commissioner's office as
its two occupants stared intently at each other. Barbara felt her gut
churn once.

"Dammit! How does this happen?!" Gordon bellowed. "I want every man on
this force tearing the city apart until he's found!" He stabbed the
button on the phone so hard the instrument flipped over. Fuming, he
slammed the phone on his desk right side up again. "Barbara, I want-"

"No Dad," Barbara interrupted firmly. "I'm not moving home again every
time some pervert escapes."

"This isn't any pervert and you know it. There's every reason to
believe he'll come after you again!"

"I can handle him Dad. I'm not a fourteen-year-old kid anymore."

"You don't understand. He's not stupid. The warden reports Bender has
been studying hard on bio-chemistry, specifically hallucinogenic
drugs. We don't know how much he's learned. You may not be a kid, but
he's a lot more dangerous than he ever was."

"Well, you ought to have a good idea where to start looking for him
then," Barbara told him as she got up to leave.

"What?"

Barbara smiled at her father from the door. "Chemicals. He'll be
wanting a lot of them. And specialized ones, as well. Where can he get
them?"

She saw her father's face, could see his mind suddenly racing with the
possibilities, and was glad not for the first time that he could be so
easily distracted from family to professional interests. She left his
office, safely free of their argument.

Catching the bus, the girl considered this development. It was true
that Mind Bender might come for her again. She'd heard whispers of him
swearing vengeance on her and Batman. She smiled at the idea.

Something else was true. He would need chemicals if, as seemed likely,
he planned to use hallucinogens to give literal meaning to his nom de
plume. The question wasn't so much where he would get them, but where
he could get enough of them for his purposes with the entire police
force on alert for him. All the traditional warehouses and outlets
would be protected.

Fortunately, Barbara knew a thing or two about chemistry herself, and
she was aware of the one place in the city where Mind Bender might
find what he needed unimpeded. The only real question was whether the
Batman would figure it out as well.

**********

Batgirl shifted uneasily in the bushes. It was two in the morning, and
there was no sign of him yet. Had she miscalculated? Would he strike
tonight at all?

She heard a slight rustle far away to the right. Following the sound
with her eyes, she saw a security guard doing his rounds. But even as
she looked, he suddenly doubled over and collapsed. From nowhere five
men appeared around the fallen guard, including one figure wearing the
green and yellow costume of Mind Bender.

"This is it, boys," she heard him say as he pulled a dart from the
guard's body. "Like we planned it, and quickly!"

With well-timed precision the men moved to the doorway in front of
Batgirl, put something on the lock and turned their eyes. A blinding
flash, and the lock was melted away. Behind Batgirl, safely caged, a
lion grumbled, disturbed from his sleep by the light.

Settle down, Tabby, Batgirl thought. I'll stop them. Looks like I'm
the only one who realized what Mr. Bender needs is right here in the
veterinary stores of Gotham Zoo.

The men vanished into the building, and in a moment Batgirl followed
suit. She'd made sure to study the blueprints of this building at the
library, and so was able to move around without the aid of a
flashlight.

She could hear them ahead, rustling about. No whispered commands were
given, which told her they had somehow carefully rehearsed all this in
the little time Mind Bender had been free. She hoped it would also
mean the unexpected entrance of a costumed crime fighter would confuse
them enough to give her a decided advantage.

She crept forward, silently stalking her prey. Soon, from behind a
counter in the lab, she could see them. Mind Bender's grotesque
costume brought forth a flood of unpleasant memories to the novice
hero, some she had thought permanently forgotten. Her stomach churned
slightly as she recalled the atrocities that man had done to her, and
a cold sweat broke out on her cowled forehead.

Batgirl shook her head, trying to brush away the unpleasant
recollections. This was no time for uncertainty and indecision. Still,
she was unable to keep her hands from trembling as she withdrew a
bat-a-rang modeled after Batman's own.

This is it, she thought, and leapt over the countertop, hurling the
bat-a-rang toward one of the gang. Her trembling hand was slightly
off, and it only grazed the back of the man's head. Undaunted, she
rushed forward, taking the fight into the middle of the group where
their numbers would be less of an advantage. Leaping high into the
air, Batgirl brought the edge of her hand against one man's throat
while catching another on the temple with the sharp toe of her yellow
boot.

This isn't so bad, she thought. "Better give it up, boys!" she called
out, dropping a third with a karate move. "You're all going to jail
anyway!"

The fourth man swung a clumsy fist at her. She grabbed his arm with
one hand and brought her other elbow down on it hard. She felt a
sickening pop as his shoulder left its socket and the man howled in
pain.

She turned quickly to face Mind Bender himself, but her eyes flew open
in surprise when she saw him. She had just time to glimpse his
grinning face before a dart blew out of the gun in his hand. It lodged
in her thigh, and before she could count to two, she was unconscious
on the floor.

**********

When Batgirl awoke, it was with a start. Her head snapped up into
instant awareness, feeling not at all groggy. She also felt completely
helpless.

She was hanging in mid-air, nylon ropes on her wrists and ankles,
suspending her inches from the floor, and spread-eagled into a large
X. The strain on her limbs was tremendous, her body pulled so tight
that she could get no leverage to try to free herself.

"My my my," said a horrifyingly shrill voice from behind her. Slowly
the creature she knew as Mind Bender walked around into her field of
view. "What have we here? A pretty little bitch all dressed up like
Batman, probably suffering from a severe case of penis envy!" He
cackled loudly at his henchmen, who also came into view.

"When I get free," Batgirl hissed, "I'll see you don't have a penis to
envy!"

Mind Bender's maniacal smile faded into a frightening glare of fury.
He leaned closer to her, stared into her brown eyes, and drew his hand
lightly up her thigh and waist to rest squarely on her left breast.
With sudden mad strength he sank his fingers deep into the soft,
tender flesh and violently twisted and pulled. He brought his knee
full force up into the juncture between her spread legs three times,
crushing her velvety-soft pubic flesh against her pelvic bone.

Batgirl strained to be strong, but simply could not hold back a
heart-rending cry of agony. Unwanted tears flowed out from under her
cowl, and the men around her chuckled with glee at her torture.

"I don't know who you are, Bat-bitch," Mind Bender growled, "and I
don't care. But you couldn't have come at a more opportune time." He
finally released her breast and, stepping away, reverted to his
normal, bizarre personality. "I need a...taste tester, you might say.
I'm becoming quite a cook, and you'll be just the person to let me
know how good I am."

He howled and cackled, his henchmen laughing with him. "But first, I'm
afraid, you must be punished. It wasn't nice to interrupt my grocery
shopping at the zoo. Now that you're awake, you can appreciate the
full value of your punishment."

As the henchmen all leaned forward with anticipation, leering at the
helpless, beautiful girl, Mind Bender produced a thin, razor-sharp
blade and flashed it tauntingly in front of her eyes. He carefully
inserted it through the black material of her costume just above her
left nipple, and cut a small hole so that her nipple and aureole were
suddenly exposed. In similar fashion, he exposed her entire right
breast.

Batgirl's cheeks burned as she felt herself being slowly revealed,
helpless to do anything but endure the humiliation. He began cutting a
line in her body stocking from her right ankle up the inside of her
leg to her spread crotch. He repeated the action with her left leg,
until only one inch of material held the suit together at the crotch.
The men laughed and remarked at her curly brown pubic hair peeking out
from underneath. She hadn't worn panties, because she didn't like the
panty line showing under the tight outfit.

Mind Bender poked the point of the blade through the material at the
top of her slit, scratching her clit and eliciting a sharp gasp from
her. He drew the blade down slowly, the cool metal sliding dangerously
between her warm labia. Then, with one quick, expert flip of his
wrist, he separated the material and cut a wide area at the crotch,
completely exposing her pussy...and the golden bat emblem that hung
from its short chain between her legs.

"Well well, what have we here?" Mind Bender chuckled, fingering the
metal as Batgirl shivered, understanding her complete vulnerability.
"A good luck charm? Doesn't seem to have brought you much luck today,
has it, Bat-bitch?"

He yanked hard on it, and Batgirl's face suddenly went purple as she
shrieked in unimaginable agony. The mad criminal held the charm in
front of her eyes, flecks of blood on it proof of the mutilation he
had done to her labia. She shook and trembled in her bonds, crying in
great sobbing howls. For the first time, she questioned her ability to
deal with the situation. Up to now, she had been convinced she could
find an escape. But now she realized he was capable of killing without
a moment's notice, and his unpredictability was his greatest threat.

As she cried, Mind Bender turned away. "I have to get ready. Finish
stripping her if you want. Except the mask. I rather like the mask."

As Mind Bender left to another room, the four henchmen eagerly took up
the task of ripping every shred of clothing from her until all she
wore was her cowl. Batgirl watched with dismay as they tossed her
utility belt across the room. They took every opportunity to fondle
her breasts and shove fat fingers up her tormented pussy.

Mind Bender returned moments later with a large hypodermic needle, and
his men moved back. "A little recipe of my own devising. It causes a
person to believe anything I tell them, more or less."

"Hypnosis drugs have been around a long time," Batgirl said,
struggling to regain her composure and sound brave, despite the
throbbing agony between her legs. "You've got nothing new."

"Ah, but this is nothing so mundane," Mind Bender replied with a
giggle. "Hypnosis-inducing drugs merely bring the sub-conscious to the
fore, allowing the subject's perception of reality to change. This is
much more sophisticated. Your perception of reality won't change, but
you'll behave as if it has.!"

Mind Bender laughed and danced around insanely for a moment, then he
approached her again. "And you'll get to show me how well it works! It
can be administered anywhere, but where would be most effective?"

He made a great show of seeming to consider the question carefully,
but Batgirl had no doubts about where he would administer his vile
drug. He brought the needle to her breast, as she expected. She braced
herself for more agony, and he pressed the point against the tip of
her hard nipple and sank all three inches into her breast as she shook
and whimpered.

"I should warn you that the drug is a bit painful," he giggled, and
pressed the plunger, injecting a third of the cloudy fluid into her.
Instantly her breast felt as if it were burning from the inside, and
swelling near to explosion. She groaned and fresh tears poured from
lovely eyes. He gave the same treatment to her right breast, and then,
to her horror, pierced the needle into the flesh near her clit.

The agony in her sex was easily as great as when he savagely ripped
her charm ring through the fleshy hood over her clit, but where that
pain had faded after a few moments, this continued to build. Batgirl
cried out, thrashing her head from side to side, unable to relieve the
torture wracking her body. The pain grew steadily second by second.
Her breasts began to swell until they were half again their normal
size. Her clit swelled up as well, to the size of a marble, and her
inner labia, suddenly gorged with blood, turned deep crimson and
bulged out over three inches from her outer lips.

"Play with her!" Mind Bender cackled to the men, and they laughed and
began viciously pinching her nipples, now the size of her thumb, and
wrenching her clit and pussy lips. Batgirl quivered and howled,
sobbing and shrieking in torture beyond reason. She held out as long
as she could, but eventually she was forced to do that which she
abhorred most.

"Stop it!" she shouted. "Oh God please don't! You're killing me!
Please, oh please don't hurt me anymore!"

As she begged for mercy the men roared with laughter. Batgirl, despite
all that had happened before, only now felt totally defeated.

Gradually, through the torment, she felt a tingling sensation
throughout her body, and realized she had stopped what little
struggling she was capable of. It was as if she was only aware of her
body from a distance. The swelling in her breasts and pussy had gone
down, and she gratefully felt the pain ease. Sweat glistened on her
body.

"Take her down," Mind Bender told his men. They quickly untied her
wrists and ankles and lifted her down to the floor. Batgirl stood
unhindered, but was unable to move a muscle no matter how hard she
tried.

"Your hand are tied behind you!" he told her, and as if drawn by
invisible strings her hands moved behind her back. "The floor is
red-hot!"

At his merest word, Batgirl began jumping up and down, hopping from
one foot to the other, shamefully aware of the exhibit she was making
for the men as her breasts bounced around on her chest.

"You see, bat-bitch," Mind Bender grinned, "this is no ordinary
hallucinogen. You don't truly believe your hands or tied, or that the
floor is hot. You are simply incapable of behaving as if the world
isn't as I've said. Let's drive home the point a bit more. The floor
is cool."

Batgirl was able to stop jumping immediately. He was right...the floor
hadn't actually felt hot to her, but she couldn't stop from acting as
if it did. She shuddered inwardly, realizing the kind of absolute
control over her this gave him.

"You love it when men watch you masturbate," he told her. "You want to
masturbate right now. Your hands are untied."

Touching her bruised and torn pussy was the last thing she wanted to
do, but was helpless to stop herself from lying down on the floor,
raising and spreading her knees, and making sure everyone had a good
view before vigorously rubbing her agonized clit. Every touch sent
stabbing pain shooting through her pussy, but she carried on with all
the enthusiasm possible. Within moments, she brought herself to a
tormented, humiliating orgasm as the men leered and laughed at the
squirming, squealing masked girl.

"You love to suck cock. You'll gladly get on your hands and knees and
beg to suck the cock of any man you see."

The horrified girl got on all fours and crawled to the group of five
men. "Please let my suck you cock! Any of you! All of you! I love it
so much! Please let me suck you cocks!" So powerful was the drug
within her that she even twisted and gyrated her naked body around
suggestively before them, and smiled with hungry lust.

Laughing, the man closest to her opened his pants, and she greedily
pulled his large, swollen prick into her mouth. To her own disgust,
she moaned and licked and worked the shaft as if it was the most
wonderful thing in the world to her. She sucked him to a huge orgasm,
and after drinking his come and carefully licking his cock clean,
heard herself thanking him for his generosity.

The next man also wanted a blowjob, and at his insistence Batgirl
groveled on her stomach and kissed his feet. "I promise to be a good
little cock-sucking cunt!" she said without hesitation at his command.
"Please let me mouth-fuck you!"

The degradation Batgirl suffered before these depraved men was
overwhelming. Her cheeks burned with shame as she sucked the repugnant
man's dick. He told her to play with herself, and her hand moved
unbidden to her crotch to stroke her clit again. She had no control
over her own actions, like a puppet in the hands of the most deranged
people she'd ever imagined. She thought of a lifetime (probably a
short one) like this, living out her remaining days in sexual
servitude, without even the ability to attempt to take her own life.
The prospect of losing every semblance of self respect was enough to
cause her to cry out in despair, but even that couldn't be managed in
her condition.

After she had successfully swallowed her second load of steamy come,
Batgirl felt herself beginning to beg the next man for the same
"privilege," but Mind Bender stopped her.

"Your cunt is starved for a cock!" he laughed. "You've got to have a
cock in your cunt!"

Batgirl felt her body move inexorably to the next man, drop on her
knees at his feet and grab his legs, pleading for all she was worth.
"Please put your cock in my pussy!" she begged, stroking his leg with
her breasts. "I need you to fuck me, good and hard! Please fuck me! My
cunt is nice and tight! I promise to make it good for you! I'll do it
in any position you want!"

The henchman happily complied, taking her on her hands and knees. He
rammed his prick into her battered pussy. Though the agony was
terrifying, her body refused to do anything but fuck him harder, while
she heard squeals of delight and encouragement coming from her throat.
He pounded into her with brute, savage force, yet all Batgirl could do
was rock her body back and forth to his rhythm, meeting his thrusts
with her own. He climaxed within moments, and as he withdrew from her
she could not help herself from immediately begging the fourth man for
more, despite the intense throbbing pain in her pussy.

He demanded that she get on top as he lay on his back. She crouched
over his hard cock and eagerly impaled herself on it. It felt like a
long sharp knife stabbing her cunt over and over as she bounced up and
down on his hard shaft, fondling her breasts on demand. She moaned
loud and long in ecstasy, though she wanted to scream from the torture
and degradation. She was completely helpless to stop herself from
acting like a sex-starved animal. All the while, she was painfully
aware of the men closely watching her lewd display as she fucked him
like a minx.

"Ah, ah, ah!" she grunted, nearing a climax. When it came a moment
later, she squealed in ecstasy. "Yes! Oh yes! I love it!" to her own
amazement, she laughed loudly as she worked even harder on the cock
stuffing her ravaged vagina until he came a few minutes later.

Gasping for breath, she nevertheless looked at Mind Bender with naked
sexual hunger in her brown eyes. She felt herself beginning to beg the
man she despised most in the world to fuck her brains out, but she was
give a merciful reprieve.

"You're sexually satisfied now," he said. "Boys, I want some time
alone with her." His henchmen dutifully left the room. "Now, you want
to tell me your darkest fantasy."

Batgirl's naked, bruised body fairly quivered as she struggled to
maintain this one treasured secret. But the drug that controlled her
was too strong, and she had no choice but to suffer this latest
indignity, perhaps the greatest one of all.

"I want to make love with Batman."

The simple admission, spoken openly for the first time in her life,
was somehow more humiliating than all that had happened before. This
wasn't something she was made to think. It wasn't an action she was
forced to perform. This was a deep, fundamental truth to herself as a
person, and now that she said it, she felt like a foolish schoolgirl.

"Really?" Mind Bender giggled. "I guess that explains the ridiculous
mask." He thought for a moment and giggled again. "I am Batman. Act
out your fantasy with me."

Impotent rage built within Batgirl as she felt her body immediately
rush to him, her arms wrapping around his neck. Pressing her nude body
tight against him, she kissed his lips passionately, exploring his
mouth with her tongue. Her warmth and tenderness seemed to take him by
surprise.

"Make love to me Batman!" she said breathlessly, staring into Mind
Bender's eyes with unconcealed adoration and desire. "I've loved you
for so long! I want to share my body with you. Please make love to
me!"

Her dry eyes longed to cry. This was no act the vile creature had put
into her mind for her. This was coming from her heart, and they both
knew it. Worse, now that her fantasy was being acted out, rather than
merely played in her mind, she understood for the first time how
childish it really was. Batman would never respond to such sniveling
pleas. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die with humiliation.

"I don't know, " Mind Bender teased. "I'm a do-gooder. I don't think
it would be right."

"It'll be right!" Batgirl pleaded in a foolish little girl voice. She
put his hand on her breast. "I've wanted you for so long. Please don't
deny me now!" She closed her eyes and moaned as he fondled and tweaked
her nipple. "Oh, yes, that feels so good! You can see that it's right,
can't you? Feel how wet my waiting pussy is!" She wanted to throw up
at the idiocy of her own words, imagining what would have happened if
she really had approached the Batman like this.

Mind Bender complied with her request, sliding his fingers into her
sopping slit and up into her hole. Batgirl gasped and moaned again,
rotating her hips slowly. His fingers caressed the velvety vaginal
walls, and she felt the first stirrings of yet another unwanted
orgasm. Her hand moved to his crotch and stroked the hard bulge she
found there.

"I can feel you want me," she purred. "Don't deny yourself, or me, of
the pleasure we can give each other. Fuck me, Batman! Fuck...me!"

With the last word, Batgirl, horrified, could not stop herself from
raising her hand and tearing off her cowl, flinging it across the
room. It had always been a crucial point her oft-thought of fantasy:
excite him as Batgirl, then make love to him as Barbara.

Mind Bender's eyes widened in recognition. "Why, Barbara Gordon! You
little slut!"

"Yes Batman," she said, continuing to play out her fantasy, liking it
less with each second, not because this was really Mind Bender, but
because she at last saw it for the farce it was. "I'm a slut. I'm your
slut! Take advantage of me!"

She reached her hand inside Mind Bender's yellow trunks and stroked
his throbbing cock, kissing him warmly again. She began to slowly and
sensually remove his clothes, gradually becoming aware of a faint
tingle in her head.

When he was naked she dropped to her knees before him and softly
kissed the head of his cock. She burned with shame again, helpless to
stop acting out this childhood fantasy with the chuckling monster
before her. The tingling in her head was growing into a buzz, further
annoying her.

"I want to feel you inside me," she said, looking up at him with
adoration. "Please take me."

Mind Bender laughed out loud and long in that insane voice of his.
"Well, I guess it would be okay this once! Stand up, turn around, bend
over, and spread your legs."

"Oh thank you Batman!" Barbara sighed, hurrying to comply with his
order. When she was positioned he moved close behind her, his cockhead
touching her hurting pussy.

"Are you sure you want this?" he teased.

"Yes!" Barbara cried, and thrust herself backward, impaling herself on
the full length of his huge prick. She felt the massive, 10-inch rod
penetrate her like hot steel, and shuddered while exclaiming a long,
ecstatic moan. The bulk of the thing inside her sent new paroxysms of
agony shooting through her body, yet all she could say was "YES! OH
GOD YES! FUCK ME HARD!!"

"HAAAA hahahahahahaha!" cackled Mind Bender as he pummeled her with
his driving hips. Barbara, still bent 90 degrees at the hips, rocked
back and forth to his rhythm, her ample breasts swinging under her.
The buzzing in her head grew more intense, so bad she could barely
concentrate. Her body seemed to tingle as well.

"HEEEEE heehahahahahaaaa!" the villain continued to chortle. "If only
I had my video camera now! Imagine your father's face if he saw you
willingly fucking the man who raped you so many years ago! Fuck me
Barbara! Fuck me like the slutty little bitch you are!"

She reluctantly responded to his vile urging, increasing the tempo of
her thrusts as if she truly believed what he said about her, slamming
against his hips with greater force. Her whole body throbbed with
crushing pain and growing lust. She could feel her pussy growing
wetter by the second, could sense another orgasm building within her.

Mind Bender reached under her and grabbed her swinging breasts in
vise-like hands, using them as levers to pull her into him even
harder, stretching and twisting them.

"That's it!" he cried. "Harder! Faster! Make me come! And when you've
finished, I'll watch you kill yourself by making you fuck an electric
cattle prod! I personally will dump your naked corpse on the steps of
City Hall! Hahahahahahah!"

As he neared orgasm, sanity seemed to slip further away from the
madman. Barbara Gordon had no doubt that he meant what he said. The
brief image of her shoving an electric prod in and out of her pussy
until she died caused her to lurch away a brief moment. But that
moment told the girl a lot.

The buzzing in her head, the tingling in her body, was dying away. The
lurch of a moment ago shouldn't have been possible, but she had done
it anyway! As an experiment, she tried putting her hand on his at her
breast. It took concentration, but she did it! She had moved on her
own! The drug was wearing off!

She continued to fuck the madman, but it was harder now. The agony in
her body was more severe than ever, but she couldn't let him see that
he no longer had complete control over her.

"I'm coming Batman! I'm coming!" she squealed, partly because it was
true, partly to mask the fact that the sounds coming from her throat
were from pain, not pleasure.

Her pussy exploded in a blinding kaleidoscope of colors. The agony and
ecstasy flooded through her with nuclear force, twining around each
other until they were indistinguishable, combining to form a new
sensation she couldn't describe, and could barely cope with.

Mind Bender suddenly howled as if in victory, and his hot sperm
rocketed into the girl's womb, scorching her with flood after flood of
the sticky white substance. They cried out together in a last paroxysm
of pleasure, and then they both collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.

Sweat ran down Barbara's body. She gasped for air, desperate to regain
her strength quickly. She could feel the effect of his insidious drug
had completely worn away. She had to stop him now, before he realized
it. She knew she could not voluntarily do the things he and his
henchmen would soon require of her. She was certain that, left to
their own devices, they were not finished playing with her yet.

Fortunately, Mind Bender seemed to be in no hurry. Glancing at him, he
seemed almost asleep. Just when she was about to make her move, he sat
up.

"Was it good for you?" he giggled.

"Oh yes, Batman," she forced herself to say. "You were wonderful!"

The madman laughed aloud again. "Get in here!" he called out, and his
henchmen immediately ran into the room. "I need to get some rest. You
may do what you like with Bat-bitch here, but make sure she stays
alive!"

The men all grinned down at her. Barbara was concerned for a moment
that they were seeing her unmasked face, but realized it was unlikely
they'd know she was the police commissioner's daughter, as long as
their leader kept his mouth shut. Her father had been fiercely
protective of her privacy, allowing no one to photograph her. Her
identity, if nothing else, was safe for the moment.

Mind Bender collected his clothes and headed for the door to the next
room. His henchmen told Barbara to stand and then discussed amongst
themselves what they should make her do. She wanted desperately to
tear into them and rip them limb from limb, but her own limbs were
weak, her knees wobbly. She couldn't tackle them until she was sure
she would win.

"Suck your tits!" one of the men told her. "We want something to watch
while we decide what to do with you."

Barbara groaned inwardly, but forced a smile on her face and cupped
her ample breasts, lifting them high. She made herself moan softly and
sensuously as she licked and sucked on her red nipples. She performed
the disgusting act with all the enthusiasm she could muster, and to
good results. She felt her strength returning with each breath, and
the men were quickly distracted from their discussion, watching her.

"Come over here and suck my dick," one of the men commanded. Barbara
walked suggestively into the middle of the group of men, and just as
she was about to kneel in front of the them, she instead brought a
knee up hard into the nearest man's crotch. He howled in agony and
dropped rolling on the floor. The others were taken completely off
guard, and the fight was ridiculously simple. Two punches and two
kicks saw all four unconscious on the floor.

Mind Bender, returning to investigate the commotion, had been warned.
He raced back through the door, with Barbara racing after him. Through
the doorway she saw what must have been the maniac's lab, with
scientific equipment everywhere. At the far end of the room was a vat
large enough to swim in, full of a liquid that she guessed from the
color was Mind Bender's own special concoction.

Mind Bender himself was leaning over it, trying to prepare a new hypo
of the stuff. His back was to her, and Barbara grabbed the only weapon
she could see at hand...a large metal pot full of a different liquid
chemical. Heaven only knew what it was. She heaved the pot across the
room, catching the madman on the back of the head with it.

Mind Bender howled in pain as the force of the blow knocked him
forward. As the pot and its unknown contents went into the vat, mixing
with the mind drug, Mind Bender teetered off balance on the edge for a
few moments, the plunged over the side and into the chemical.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!" he shrieked in agony. "HELLLLPP! GET ME OUT!!!" He
splashed around helplessly in the solution. His body began to swell as
Barbara's had, making her realize he hadn't had to inject the chemical
into her bloodstream at all. Skin contact would have been enough.

The villain couldn't pull himself out of the vat. His swollen body was
too agonized to touch anything. It was as if he was on fire. Barbara
looked for some way to pull him out without getting any of the stuff
on her. She ran out of the room and returned a moment later with her
utility belt, drawing a grappling hook and line from it.

By this time Mind Bender was no longer thrashing about. His head was
above the liquid, grossly misshapen. His eyes had swollen shut, his
every feature puffy, bulbous and distorted.

Barbara expertly swung the line out to him, catching his arm securely.
She looped the other end over a pipe in the ceiling and was able to
haul him out onto the floor. He collapsed there in evident torture,
his entire body three times thicker than before. He quivered and
drooled, coughing up the vile substance he'd been swimming in. His
swollen tongue was distended, his mouth and nose looking barely human.
The agony was so intense he was unable even to scream, or make any
sound. Either that, or the drug had damaged his vocal cords. His puffy
lips flapped together uselessly.

It was evident to Barbara that he had suffered a massive overdose of
his own concoction. Plus, she had no idea what effect the added
chemical in the pot would have to the mixture. Yet it seemed clear
that his mental faculties, such as they ever were, were now almost
non-existent. Hopefully, she thought bitterly, they'll remain that
way.

She was about to leave to him, but turned back and considered
something a moment. She knelt down between his legs and lifted his
limp penis, now bloated to the size of a blunt club. She then held his
testicles in her hand, studying them carefully.

She closed her fist, crushing his balls into a pulpy mass between her
fingers. If he felt anything, he gave no sign. Mind Bender's mind was
truly bent.

Without remorse, Barbara stood and pulled a spare costume from her
belt, pausing to put it on only to study the torn flesh of her labia.
If she hurried, she felt she could still stitch it up. With luck,
there would hardly be a scar.

Batgirl left by way of the roof. Briefly, she saw two cloaked figures
descend into the building she had just vacated, and smile grimly.
You're too late this time, boys, she thought. She wondered what Batman
and Robin would think the bat emblem charm she had left behind, but
she no longer cared.

She considered showing herself to them, but she was pressed for time.
Besides, Batman was no longer someone she needed to impress. Whatever
else he had done, Mind Bender had shown her how childish her
infatuation with the Dark Knight really was. Tonight she had grown up.
Tonight she was a true hero.

Tonight, she thought with another grim smile, she had a grueling ride
home on a motorcycle to look forward to.