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   BATGIRL & CATWOMAN

   by JRuff87373@aol.com

   Chapter One: The Transformation (FF bnd)

   Standing on the rooftop of the abandoned warehouse, the caped
crimefighter could see almost nothing at first.  The darkened stairwell and
uneven surface did little to improve the overall surroundings as she crept
closer to the rooftop entrance.

   Batgirl, as she was commonly referred to, had begun her evening
crimefighting activities two months earlier, immediately following the
murder of her father, Police Commissioner James Gordon, at the hands of the
evil villain known as Catwoman.  Taking this nighttime vigilante identity
in an effort to track down and provide the needed justice that her father's
murder deserved, Barbara Gordon was ready.  Years of athletic training and
preparation had sculpted her body into every man's dream and she used her
"assets" to her ready advantage.  Creating her costume from black body
stocking, Barbara added a black cape, belt with hooks and other safety
devices, as well as a "bat-like" mask to conceal her daytime identity.

   Moving with grace and speed, her thick red hair flowing behind, Batgirl
quickly moved into the rooftop entrance.  Quickly striding down several
flights of stairs, the determined daredevil opened the fourth floor
entrance to a large, and empty, loft.  Her underworld sources had informed
her of the Catwoman's use of the warehouse an a front for illegal crack
cocaine manufacture and distribution.  But the sources had been wrong.  Or
so it seemed.

   Taking a red electronic visor from her waist belt, Batgirl turned on the
device and placed it to her eyes, quickly using the infra-red device to
scan the loft area.

   Suddenly, large hands reached out for her from behind and an oversized
white cloth was placed about her mouth and nose.  Struggling to break free,
Batgirl was quickly overpowered and succumbed to the potent fumes emanating
from the cloth.  Losing consciousness, she heard a woman's laugh echo about
the loft as darkness enveloped her.

   ***

   White.

   Light.

   A brightness like that of the noon-day sun greeted the 25 year-old woman
as she regained consciousness.  The memory of the attack sent the woman
hurling forward, only to be held back by leather restraints on both arms.
She looked about and found that she had been strapped to a metal table.

   Again, a woman's laugh permeating the silence.  Stepping forward from
the darkness, Catwoman appeared.  Standing nearly six feet tall, the lilth,
raven-haired woman wore all black, a whip to her right side and, like
Batgirl, a mask to conceal her identity.  But this mask reflected the
darker side of the wearer ...  a "Cat-like" mask that helped the evil
women's darkest desires come true.

   "Are you comfortable my dear," purred Catwoman.

   "I will be free of this and you will be dead," replied Batgirl,
straining unsuccessfully at her bonds.

   Stepping forward, Catwoman brazenly took the younger woman's face in her
claw-like, gloved hands and placed a warm, loving kiss onto Batgirl's full
red lips.  Shocked by such an outrageous action, Batgirl again struggled in
vain to free herself from the Catwoman's bonds.  Knowing that what was
happening was wrong, even perverse, the caped crimefighter closed her eyes,
even for a moment, and actually surrendered herself to the kiss.

   As Catwoman was kissing the numbed Batgirl, she reached backwards and
placed a helmeted device on the helpless woman.  Releasing the captured
woman's straining red lips from hers, she stepped backwards and pressed a
hidden red button.  An electrical connection was made and hundreds of volts
of power coursed through the now active metal box, sending charged energy
particles of gold and white through the exposed wires and into the young
woman.  Lurching forward and arching her back in a vain effort to escape,
Batgirl immediately felt herself, once again, enveloped by the comfort of
darkness throughout her mind and soul.  Walking over to the device,
Catwoman could hear the labored breathing of the now groggy woman.  Turning
the device off and lifting the helmet off the young woman's masked head,
Catwoman silently removed the leather straps.

   Looking at her captive through eyes of gemed fire, Catwoman drank in the
silent crimefighter's obvious attributes.  Her chest rising and falling to
the now rymthic cadence of breathing, Batgirl's well-apportioned breasts
heaved forward and back.  Catwoman then trailed her gaze downward to the
tight waist and long tapered legs, completely covered in black.

   Struggling with the quickly reviving woman, Catwoman brought her to her
feet.  Taking one gloved arm in hers, Catwoman half-pulled Batgirl off the
table and into an adjoining room.  There a lavish bed had been prepared,
with black silken sheets.  Standing the woman erect in the center of the
room, Catwoman walked to the bed, turned around and slowly lowered herself
onto the sheets.

   Catwoman was loving this.  For months, Batgirl had been a thorn, the
death of Commissioner Gordon causing her to enact a one-woman campaign to
destroy Catwoman's drug empire.  Little did the younger crimefighter know
that it was more than drugs Catwoman was after.  It was control.  Power. 
And finally she found it.

   Breaking into a secret governmental laboratory the previous week, the
evil Catwoman and her henchmen had found a powerful, yet unused device. 
Simply put, the VY245 was designed by the government for espionage
activities during the Cold War period of the 1960's, but had never been
used due to the lack of funding.  But Catwoman understood the true power it
provided: to alter the
thoughts and behaviour of individuals, implanting them with entirely new

identities.  Once used on a subject, the effect was permanent and
irreversible.

   Bringing the machine to her rooftop lair, Catwoman had learned how to
reprogram the device and was eager to test it out.  Batgirl provided the
perfect subject.

   "Take off your costume baby, strip naked for Catwoman" the evil villain
hissed at the helpless younger woman.  Catwoman had no idea if her captive
would do as commanded.

   Bringing her hand to her masked face, Batgirl momentarily hesitated,
looking at the smiling face of the dark haired woman sitting langiously on
the bed.  Shaking her head, as if to raise her mind from a fog, Batgirl
began to do as she had been commanded.  With both hands, Batgirl reached
upwards to remove the black cape.  As it slowly fell to the floor, black
gloves quickly followed, as did her black, thigh high boots.  Her belt, now
feeling like leaden weights around her waist, was also freed and clattered
to the floor.

   Stepping forward, Batgirl reached behind her back and slowly lowered the
zipper of her one piece costume.  Within moments, that too was dropped to
the floor and she stood wearing only black panties, bra, and her costumed
mask, of course.

   Catwoman laughed with glee.

   In no way had she ever conceived of the device having such an immediate
effect on the formerly caped crime fighter.  This was going to be fun. 
Bringing her hands to her ribs, Catwoman slowly caressed her large breasts,
feeling the pulling and lifting of the dark bodysuit as it clung to her
upper body.  Before her stood her nearly naked adversary, who was
responding to Catwoman's every command.

   Batgirl nearly completed her task.  Her body costume now removed, next
was her form-fitting, black lace bra.  Moments before she removed her black
undergarments, Catwoman said, "stop," and Batgirl did, standing before her
wearing only panties and mask.

   "You have to undress me, Catwoman hissed, "You want to, don't you."

   "Oh yes, I do," replied Batgirl, who stepped forward to meet the
slightly older woman.  Turning her around, Batgirl lowered the woman's
zipper and assisted the evil Catwoman in removing her clothes.

   "Kiss my skin all over, slave" commanded Catwoman.

   "Yes, kiss you, kiss you all ...  all over," Batgirl replied, performing
her task as any maid servant might do for her master.  The red-haired woman
kissed Catwoman's tanned flesh, as the raven-haired criminal tortured the
woman below her with hard pinches on her now-naked breasts and arms.

   "Make you naked like me.  Kiss your pussy," Batgirl mumbled in response
as she kneeled before Catwoman to remove her bra and panties.  Turning her
around, Batgirl placed two warm kisses on Catwoman's well formed buttocks.
Then, with only an instant hesitation, Batgirl swiveled her new charge
around and placed a warm, loving, wet kiss on her full, pouting pussy lips.
Catwoman groaned now in wild abandon as she drew the younger woman upwards
to her.  Pulling her tight, at woman embraced Batgirl and removed her own
mask and then Batgirl's.  Looking longingly into her eyes, Catwoman opened
her mouth and enveloped the younger girl's mouth into her own.

   Catwoman's tongue danced and darted through Batgirl's own, the recipient
quickly caressing her new lover.  Swiveling her around, Catwoman pushed the
woman backwards, forcing her onto the middle to the bed.  Dropping onto the
black silk sheets with a bounce, Catwoman continued her liquid assault. 
Pinwheels of light careened in Batgirl's head as Catwoman's tongue and
mouth caressed her own.  Pulling her upwards to a sitting position,
Catwoman finally released her mouth from Batgirl's.  The former caped crime
fighter's now disheveled thick red hair overflowed over her head as she
cried out for release.

   Brushing her hair from her brow, Catwoman took Batgirl's head in her
hands and hissed, "I'm going to devour your luscious little cunt, you
bitch, until you scream for mercy!  Then I'm going to tongue-fuck your
beautiful virginal asshole before I let you get between my legs and lick
me! And you are going to suck and lick me 'till I go out of my mind.  What
do you think of that ...  Batgirl?!"

   "Ooooohh ...  yesss ...  I want to ...  Darling ...  fuck and suck until
you go out of your mind ..." Batgirl responded, her words completely
entranced her mind within the lethargy that Catwoman had created.  While
awaiting her next command, Batgirl's tongue caressed the outer fold of her
own lips, again tasting the sweet nectar of Catwoman's saliva.  Such action
made Catwoman explode with lust.  Moving downward, she took Batgirl's ample
right breast, opened her mouth and enveloped the nipple entirely.  At the
same time, Catwoman's left hand pinched and pulled at the woman's other
nipple, which was rapidly becoming harder and harder.  Instantly, Batgirl's
breathing became rapid, as she clutched the black hair of the woman who
slavered at her chest.

   Biting almost hard enough to draw blood, Catwoman pulled herself away
from the now engorged nipple.  Using her fingertips on both of Batgirl's
nipples, Catwoman was bringing the younger woman into a state of utter
frenzy.  "Ohhh ...  God yess, that so good.  Don't stop," Batgirl said, her
voice faltering at the touch of her evil former adversary.

   But with that Catwoman did stop.  Releasing her hands from Batgirl's
breasts, she watched with lewd, fire-eyes as the tortured younger woman
struggled with the rapidly diminishing electric power that her touch
brought.

   Moving backward for a moment, Catwoman, commanded Batgirl to turn over.
And she did.  Laying on her stomach, Batgirl wore only the flimsy black
panties which protected her most private, secret charms from finally being
revealed to Catwoman.  But that was not to last.  Quickly, warm hands
caressed her buttocks and back, renewing the warm sensations Catwoman's
mouth, tongue and hands had created.  Lifting her ass upwards as if to
receive a further reward, Batgirl expected her new lover to remove her
panties.  Instead, Catwoman brought the younger woman to her knees, her
face deeply immersed within the sheets.

   Such a position placed Batgirl's final, most private secret directly
into contact with Catwoman's evil glaze.  Looking at the darkened,
panty-covered pussy, Catwoman could see the gleaming sweat and growing
wetness it secreted.  Moving forward, Catwoman opened her mouth and,
expertly using her tongue, she gently caressed Batgirl's plump pussy from
top to bottom.

   Upon contact, Batgirl squealed her delight as the older woman's tongue,
now joined by her hands, caressed her pussy and ass cheeks.

   Again, Catwoman continued her sexual torture of the helpless Batgirl as
the fire of a woman released, again took hold of her.  Having had enough of
these "preliminaries" Catwoman grabbed the panties on both sides and
shredded them from Batgirl's ass.  Rearing back, Catwoman opened her hand
fully and spanked the unsuspecting young woman's full ass cheeks.  Over and
over, faster and faster, Catwoman's hand beat at the woman's fleshy
exterior.  Below, Batgirl was shocked by the sudden attack and was helpless
to defend herself as savage blow after blow was delivered with angry force.


   As she continued her assault, Catwoman felt the rising heat of her
orgasm reach over her and take possession.  With a final swipe, Catwoman
came.  Roaring torrents overflowing her, she collapsed forward, the dark
mane of her hair laying across the stinging red welts on Batgirl's upraised
ass cheeks.

   "Shut up you bitch," Catwoman screamed as Batgirl starting to gurgle a
response.

   Rolling her over, she moved quickly to complete her conquest!

   "Damn you gorgeous bitch," Catwoman hissed, "Wider!  Spread your legs
wider.  Raise them way up high and wide.  Further.  That's it ...  as high
and as wide apart as you can, so your little cunt is split open for me."

   Batgirl never hesitated.  Wanted to do whatever the beautiful, slightly
older woman commanded, she drew her long, shapely thighs up and back
against the resilient mounds of her desire-swollen breasts, their tiny
hardened nipples tingling and burning at the caress of her own legs.  This
obscene position spread her vulnerable young loins wide open for the
aggressive, raven-haired woman.  Batgirl's dark-curled, pink cuntal slit
raised high, waiting for the naked Catwoman's lesbian assault.

   Everything that Catwoman has dreamed about was finally coming true. 
Everything the bisexual criminal had ever found salaciously captivating in
another girl ...  had ever experienced in the licking and sucking of their
young cunts, was exemplified a thousand times in the mesmerizing nakedness
spread before her!  God, that had to be the ultimate.  It would never be
enough.  Maybe if she were a died in the wool lesbian.  But she was not. 
Cock and cunts, either were as erotically appealing to her as the other,
but after this she wondered if she might not emerge with a one-tract mind
and remain a lesbian the rest of her life.  Damn, the beautiful naked
creature, with her intoxicating young pussy helplessly offered up to her to
do with as she pleased was breathtaking!

   Tauntingly, Catwoman gazed down at Batgirl's spread pussy.  Wild
ferminations churned in her own nakedly seething loins as she brushed one
finger through the dark silken hair sparsely lining its puffy lips ...  the
outer, fleshy folds clinging snugly to each other with only the moistened,
pink ribbon of inner flesh assuring the hot, wet mount they protected
inside.  Her eyes were like a matched pair of insatiable, fired gems!  To
Catwoman, it was suddenly as if the touching of it with her mouth was going
to unleash an overwhelming plague of lesbian desire she could never again
be rid of.

   Her hotly licking tongue, in the beginning, did little more than lightly
trace the pink, hair-lined crevice, wetly laving the slickened furs with
warm slackening moisture.  Intently, she tongue-combed the wispy dark
tuffs, while the delightedly brainwashed young woman beneath her moaned in
ever mounting desire, squiring and gasping as Batgirl ardently waited for
her desire-flushed pussy lips to be spread-apart and the smooth moist flesh
within hungrily ravished!

   Again, the red-haired Batgirl whimpered, but now in a state of feverish
passion.  Catwoman had brought her to this level time and time again, but
with no release.  Voluntarily, Batgirl ground her naked, obscenely spread
loins upwards towards the naked mouth that engulfed them.

   At the same time, the smiling, raven-haired woman nuzzled her face
tighter into the soft, liquid heat between Batgirl's lewdly spread legs,
her mouth lips widely ovaling to the crimefighter's cunt lips, engulfing it
all in a lewd kissing/sucking motion.  The hot wet length of Catwoman's wet
tongue darted, and in plunging stabs, licked down to Batgirl's raisin-like
opening at her asshole ...  and with a firm push, caressed the younger
woman's nether depths, before sucking the tiny, erectile flowerette of
Batgirl's clitoris until the helpless woman could do little more than wail
and twist helplessly beneath ...

   And then ...  Catwoman stopped.

   ******

   Chapter Two: A Night of Terror

   After investigating the disappearance of highly classified government
research equipment, the darknight damsel, Batgirl, was overpowered, bound
and subjected to mind-altering experimentations by the evil villainess
Catwoman.  Now, without any memory of her previous life, Batgirl began to
submit herself willingly to any sexual or physical task presented to her by
her villainous masters ...

   Bringing herself to her knees, the evil villainess' mouth and face
smeared with slick, rich, creamy fluid from Batgirl's warm cuntal sections,
Catwoman looked down at her new charge and smiled wickedly.

   She would, time and again, bring this woman to the bring of her orgasm,
only to stop and let her suffer the pangs of unrelease.

   Below her, Batgirl squirmed for more.

   More release.

   Anything to relieve her of this sexual torment which had ceased her
entire being.

   Snapping her fingers, Catwoman's new command brought two hooded men into
the bedroom parlor.  Silently, as if already anticipating their mistress's
unspoken words, they roughly gripped the helpless red-haired woman by both
arms.  Not struggling and in complete submission, Batgirl allowed the men
to take from her the bedroom.

   Walking outside the door, Batgirl could see that they were still within
the warehouse loft and that the bedroom had only been a "Hollywood" type
set, one easily disposed of when not in use.

   Walking forward and hurling her against a wall, the nearly naked white
men left the defenseless woman to stand alone, as they briefly separated
and walked toward two fire hoses.  Standing not more than 10 feet from the
naked Batgirl, the men turn their fire hoses on full.  The jet streams of
ice cold water hit Batgirl with the force of a piledriver, immediately
knocking her the cold concrete floor.  Writhing in agony, Batgirl rolled
around the floor, trying in vain to escape the unrelenting cold water.

   After several minutes, the water stopped and Batgirl again felt herself
being lifted to her feet and standing erect and alone.  The cold water had
done little to relieve the sexual torment she had be subjected to only
minutes earlier, and the young woman's thick, red hair now hung like wet
spaghetti over her face, neck and back.  Water tricked down her erect
nipples and chest, past her shapely thighs and pussy, before gathering in a
puddle at her feet.

   She stood in complete subjection to her captors ... Who would show no
mercy.

   Again taken by the hand, this time with gentle caresses, Batgirl was
brought her knees before one of the men.  Brushing her stringy hair from
her eyes, her hooded assailant roughly grabbed the back of her neck,
forcing her face forward.  With a silent command, Batgirl opened her mouth
to a wide oval and accepted freely the large gift being presented to her.
With relish, the fires within beginning to rapidly come to a boil as it had
with Catwoman earlier, Batgirl took the rock hard penis into her mouth like
it was a majestic gift from the Gods.

   Experimentally swirling her tongue around and around the fleshy tip,
Batgirl began an up and down motion with the man's huge penis in her mouth.
Using her left hand to grab his buttocks and steady herself, Batgirl used
her right hand to gently fondle the man's balls and the thick hairs around
his upper thighs.  With a groan, the hooded assailant grabbed the back of
her neck even harder, forcing the tip of his cock down her throat.

   With a momentary pause when she thought she would gag, Batgirl quickened
her ministrations on the hooded man.  With her outstretched hand, she could
feel his balls rapidly tightening and firming as he began his release.

   And release he did.

   Over and over again.

   Batgirl's hunger was uncontrollable, and she didn't wish to spill a
single drop.  She slavered over the man's thick penis, twirling it back and
forth.  Thick white brew was ejected into her mouth from above.  More and
more he came, thick rivulets of white semen oozing from the outer lips of
her mouth.

   Gulping for air, Batgirl felt his manhood rapidly deflating as she
hungrily gasped for more.  Still not wanting to spill a drop, she sated him
by lovingly allowing his now deflated cock out of her mouth and expertly
using her tongue to gently open the fleshy slit and remove the last
remnants of semen from the tip of his cock.

   Moaning her delight, Batgirl felt two strong hands take her from behind
and position her on her hands and knees.  Not seeing, but sensing what was
happening, Batgirl spread her knees, in an effort to invite the delightful
torment which was soon to come to her pussy.

   A welcome invitation?

   Garbling out a oath, her assailant grabbed both of her perfectly formed
ass checks ... stretching and pulling them apart.  Gazing down at the
raisin-like opening between her wide spread ass cheeks, he touched the end
of his cock to the helpless woman's anus.

   Not understanding what was happening, Batgirl made the first selfless
move of the entire rape she was facing.  Struggling to come to her feet and
escape her tormentors, Batgirl was slapped hard by a closed fist.  Her face
and cheeks bore the brunt of the evil attack as her hair, now air dried in
thick red clumps, swung widely.

   Roughly pushing her forward, her unseen assailant again assumed his
position behind her.  Fear gripped the young Batgirl, as she felt his cock
begin a rapid forward assault on her unprotected anus.  With an inaudible
groan, she felt herself being stretched to the limits of her endurance, as
her ass cheeks were greeted by the man's thick hairy thighs.  Thrusting
with all his might, the hooded figure brought his cock fully within the
forever stretched anus of the helpless red-haired young woman.

   Gripping the sides of her legs for support, he thrust forward.  "Aggggg"
Batgirl screamed in helplessness as back and forth, in and out, the large
man attacked her now stretched asshole.

   Trying to blot out the pain of the attack, Batgirl began to move back
and forth, to and fro, as her body began to accept this new intrusion. 
Fires unabated again began to bubble up within her.

   Within moments she not only accepted this unwelcome intrusion from
behind, but welcomed it.  Feeling her respond to his growing need, the
hooded man increased his stroking of Batgirl now wetted and open anal home.


   Feeling himself near his release, the man plunged himself into Batgirl's
back door hole, placing all of his long, thick cock within.

   And he came.  More and more, thick white brew was injected into the
helpless woman's anus.  Batgirl was completely submitting her will to those
of her captors, as she opened her legs as wide as they would go.

   More and more than man pumped himself into her outstretched anus, until
finally, Batgirl felt himself deflating and pulled himself out of her
behind with a soft "pop."

   "Well wasn't that fun." Batgirl heard the words from her former sexual
partner.  Still naked, Catwoman, seemed to magically appear before the
young woman, still on her hands and knees, her white ass cheeks opening and
closing, cooling in the damp evening air from the savage pounding they had
just received.

   Not knowing, not caring what was to happen to her, Batgirl again felt
the strong male arms of her tormentors grab her and pull upwards to
standing position.  Stepping forward, Catwoman took the captive
crimefighter by the sides of her face and placed a loving, deep kiss on her
full, sweat, soaked lips.

   "I think that will be enough for today.  Why don't you boys take her in
the other room and make her comfortable for the night.  Pleasant dreams!!"
Catwoman laughed.

   Striding to the other side of the warehouse, the two men dragged and
half carried the nearly comatose young Batgirl, while Catwoman followed
from a short distance behind.  Using rusted chains and metal hooks, they
bound the naked young woman to the wall.  Her arms and legs outstretched
above and below, Batgirl's head slumped forward into darkness.

   Looking with admiration at her evening's accomplishments, Catwoman took
the two men by the arms and invited them into her bedroom for some
additional nocturnal action.

   ***

   Sleep (if it could be called that) was a journey into hell for the bound
and captive crimefighter.

   She had endured the loss of identity, rape, sodomy and other acts of
personal torture and found herself, naked, tied and bound to a wall.  She
had been brought to a sexual frenzy all evening long without any
completion.

   During the long evening, she sensed, or largely felt the present of
another human being with her.  Hands caressed her inner thighs and legs, a
mouth pressed against her pussy lips.  Her body involuntarily responding to
this unwanted assault, cried out for more.

   But was denied.

   Each time, Batgirl was brought to her edge, only to be tormented with
the loss of orgasm and completion.  At times, she would hear giggling and
laughter coming from her tormentors, but was unable to move, let alone care
what was happening...

   END OF CHAPTER TWO