Batgirl: Lesbo A-Go-GO
\n“Hi Daddy, are you ready to give me a ride to the airport?” Barbara parked her\nrolling luggage next to the door of her father’s office.
\n“Just a minute, Barbara. I have to finish some invoices to cover this month’s\nbat-expenses,”
\n“That’s okay, Daddy. We have plenty of time to catch my plane.” Barbara flopped\ndown on Commissioner Gordon’s large leather couch. She normally would pretend to\nrelax while interrogating her father about cases, feigning indifference as she\nasked probing questions, listening in on phone calls, or flipping through\nconfidential police reports.
\nToday she was actually just relaxing. She wasn’t on a case. She wasn’t looking\nfor a case. She was just enjoying the idea of spending a week in Londinium,\ngoing to a library conference on paper preservation and dating techniques for\nhistorical documents. Other than a twenty minute presentation she was going to\nmake on securing rare documents while also keeping them publicly accessible, her\ntime was her own.
\n“You’ll remember to call me when you get to the hotel, won’t you?” Jim Gordon\ndidn’t even look up from his spread sheet of Batman related reimbursements.
\n“Of course I will, it’s only Londinium.” Barbara flipped off her low heels.\n“It’s not like I haven’t been there before…”
\n“Yes, yes, I know, but they have their share of arch criminals, just like\nGotham, and they don’t have the likes of Batman, Robin and Batgirl to keep a lid\non those scoundrels.” The Commissioner looked up from his papers. “They have the\nlikes of the Siren, Lady Prudence and Dr Sonambula causing trouble these days. I\nwould hate for you to get mixed up with any of them…”
\n“Lady Prudence?” Barbara sat up, trying to act cool. “I thought she was in\nSlutmoor Prison. Did she escape?”
\n“No, no. She was released” Gordon put down his papers. “She did her eighteen\nmonths for her part in stealing Lady Easterland’s Jeweled Easter Eggs and Her\nMajesty’s Royal Snuffboxes.”
\n“Wasn’t she also convicted for holding Robin hostage and trying to murder him\nwith a killer bee sting?” Barbara was a little surprised, a few of the girls\nfrom Fogg Place had flipped to avoid harsher sentences and had corroborated the\nclaim.
\n“Well, she was, but something came out that undermined his credibility as a\nwitness. And they had pictures.” Gordon put his papers away and went for his\ncoat.
\nBarbara had heard about the allegations about Robin before. While supposedly\nbeing held hostage by Prudence and the other girls in their dormitory, Robin had\ngotten his dick sucked by every girl in the building. That there turned out to\nbe pictures was news to her, but this was one of the few times Barbara didn’t\nhold Robin’s trashy antics against him. There were a lot of hot English girls\ngoing to the school and for a nineteen year old in tights, it was an opportunity\nnot to be wasted.
\n“Just be careful, Barbara. When Lady Peasoup came to Gotham after escaping\nSlutmoor Prison, she had two people in mind, you and Batgirl.” Gordon helped his\ndaughter with her coat. “Fortunately, Batgirl found her first.”
\n“Well, don’t worry Daddy, I am going to Londinium just for the library\nconference… Not for crime fighting.” Barbara meant it, too. Prudence had almost\nsucceeded in framing Lord Fogg for the rape-murder of Batgirl. It had only been\nby sheer luck that Batgirl had escaped from Prudence’s fuck-chair deathtrap and\nBarbara wasn’t planning on any crime fighting capers in a city she barely knew.
\n“I hope not…” Gordon picked up her bag and held the door for his daughter. “Have\nyou any friends at the conference?”
\n“Daddy, you realize there will only be librarians there, right?”
\n“Perhaps some dashing English museum curators? A few girls your own age?”
\n“Really Daddy… Most of the people there are going to be twenty years older than\nme and married.” Barbara couldn’t blame her father. Most of her classmates were\nmarried, engaged or already producing grandchildren. Jim Gordon had been holding\nout hope that his only daughter would follow the same pattern, especially after\nher wild youth of experimentation with martial arts and some rather notorious\nwomen like Pinky Pinkston and the then Princess Bess of Belgravia.
\n“I’ll catch a play or two and maybe go out for some dancing. There are going to\nbe some luncheons and museum tours. Plus I will be presenting on some of the new\nsecurity measures to protect Gotham’s rare book collections.” Barbara knew that\nshe was asked to present because her father was a Police Commissioner and she\nhad personally been credited with the recordings that put Lydia Lympet in\nprison.
\n++++++++++++++++ Part 2 Barbara unlocked the door to her hotel room. She tossed\nher purse on the bed and looked at her unpacked suitcase in the corner.
\n“Well, I should have brought my Batgirl suit… this is getting a little dull.”\nShe had been to two plays and her day looking at museum mock ups and different\nexamples of paper preservation were interesting and informative, but she was an\naction junky and there was no one around to either fuck or fight. She didn’t\neven have Charlie to complain to.
\nBarbara looked out her hotel window. She was a couple of blocks from the river\nand could see Tower Bridge in the distance. There was a row of restaurants, a\nfew clubs and some discotheques lining the river. They were not the usual\ntourist fare, they were a little rough around the edges and had gone from\ntourism to sailors and bikers with the usual cycle boom and decline that affects\nmost cities.
\nAlong the edge of the water was one place that looked a little more upscale than\nthe others. On top of the building was a sign Barbara remembered from somewhere,\na movie maybe… It was one of those landmarks that always seemed to exist.
\nIt was a large Tipton Tea sign. Next to the company logo was the slogan “Tea\nloved to the final drop!” The company mascot, a drunken tea pot with a red nose\nand a besotted smile danced a little and then poured steaming water into the\nchipped little cup that was perched on the edge of the roof. Barbara had seen\nthe pictures of the famous advertisement many times, but this was her time\nseeing it work in all its glory.
\nThe pot tipped up and down a couple of times, on the third tip, it made a\nmechanical eye roll winked and a steaming stream of water would pour into the\ncup. Each pour was a little bit different and after the forth pour the cup would\nroll over and dump its contents into the river. And the process would start over\nagain. Barbara watched it run through its little cycle and even took some\npictures for her father.
\nOn the brick wall between the second and third floor of the building was a big\nmod style sign that announced “Let’s Go A-Go-Go”.
\n“That looks fun, I haven’t been dancing in ages.” She went to her dresser and\npulled out a skirt and top. It was made up from a bright purple sequined\nmini-skirt with a layered tasseled fringe and a matching midriff baring top and\nmatching shoes and clutch.
\n“This should cause a commotion…” smiled to herself and went to shower and off\nthe museum dust and boredom. Maybe she would find someone fun or get to beat up\na proper british masher.
\nIt was dark by the time she left her hotel. The evening had cooled down and a\nlight mist hung in the air. Barbara was wearing a light orange wool coat she had\nbrought along for the trip. She would have preferred something that better\nmatched her outfit, but she could only bring so much with her.
\nInstead of hailing a cab, Barbara decided to walk down to the discotheque. The\nstreets were lit, but not brightly and the allies that cut between blocks were\ndark and had only an occasional lamp over a back stoop.
\nShe had a regrettably quiet walk down to the bars. When she came out on the\nstreet near the disco, she looked up. The building obscured the Tipton\nbillboard, the ‘Let’s Go A-Go-Go” sign was in full view and brightly illuminated\nfor the evening.
\nBarbara was surprised to see that the lighting for the sign was alternating\ncolors as a color wheel moved in front of lights. As the colors changed, so did\nthe lettering. Buried in the mix of colors, a second set of letters emerged. The\nblue themed ‘Let’s Go A-Go-Go’ lettering morphed into a red themed ‘Lesbo\nA-Go-Go’.
\nBarbara laughed out loud. “I may not get to beat up any mashers, but I have a\nfeeling the night won’t be a total waste…”
\n+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Part 2 There was already a line out the door\nof the club and Barbara debated if the place was too crowded. Looking at the\nline of women waiting to get in, there was not a man among them, not even the\nusual gay wingman.
Inside the club, Barbara found a cavernous dance floor with a bar along the back\nand small crowded tables and booths packed with women eager to dance and mingle.
\nBarbara checked in her wool coat and held tight her clutch as she made her way\nto the bar. She ordered a tequila sunrise and moving to the edge of the dance\nfloor, Barbara let her hips sway to the loud Euro-pop dance music.
\nWatching the mass of swaying and gyrating dancers, Barbara was looking for\nsomeone she would enjoy for an evening of dancing and maybe fun back at the\nhotel. Several women attracted her attention. She thought about going over and\ntrying to strike up conversations with them, but the loud grinding music would\nmake that almost impossible, better to just wait to finish her drink. Let the\nliquor loosen her up and her dancing do the talking.
\nBarbara didn’t have to wait long. She was almost done with her drink when a\nyoung woman slipped up next to her without a word, grabbed her hand and led her\nout to the dance floor.
\nShe was a striking redhead with a light coat of freckles on face. Her dress\nlooked almost like it had been picked to match Barbara’s. It was a sequined blue\nmini dress that draped in sparkling fringe that almost perfectly matched\nBarbara’s purple.
\nRelaxed from her drink and enjoying the light buzz it produced, Barbara let\nherself loose on the dance floor. Her new friend was surprisingly accomplished\nas a dancer, Barbara looked her up and down. She was a little taller than\nBarbara and a couple of years her junior. Her long red hair bounced along with\nthe music as if it was all part of the same choreography.
\nAs the music flowed from one song to the next the bright smile of the redhead\nnever faltered and she would switch from one dance to the next as the music\nchanged. Barbara, who had an extensive dance background, struggled to keep pace\nas the young woman went from the Frug to the Mashed Potato, The Twist, The Pony\nand The Shake.
\nBarbara was getting lost in the pretty face and throbbing music, was losing\ntrack of how many different songs and styles her new friend had gone through.\nShe was intent on keeping pace and on the few occasions a dance came up that she\ndidn’t know, she faked it with enthusiasm, mimicking her dance partner.
\nThe music cooled into a slow dance just about the time Barbara was feeling the\nneed for a break. She was smitten by her dance partner, but didn’t want to take\na chance on losing her amidst the throng of dancing bodies.
\nBarbara instinctively wrapped her hand around the girl’s waist and pulled her\nin. The redhead immediately reciprocated, putting her arms around Barbara’s\nsweaty body and leaning her head against Barbara’s shoulder.
\nFeeling the warm sweat of her dance partner and the smell of her perfume,\nBarbara closed her eyes and swayed with the music.
\n“I’m Barbara,” She said into Red’s ear.
\n“Hello Barbara” the girl said and planted a kiss on her lips. Before Barbara\ncould reciprocate the girl returned her head to Barbara’s sweaty shoulder. The\ntwo swayed around the dance floor Barbara was intoxicated by the confidence of\nher new friend.
\nWhen the slow dance ended, there was a momentary pause in the music and instead\nof waiting for the next song, Red took Barbara by the hand and led her off the\ndance floor.
\nBarbara spotted an empty corner booth and started leading the way over to it.
\nAs they arrived at the booth, Red leaned in and asked “what are you drinking?”
\n“Tequila sunrise,” Barbara shouted over the driving music. Red let go of her\nhand and disappeared towards the bar. Barbara slid into the small booth,\npleasantly surprised that it was actually free.
\nBarbara looked back towards the bar, but Red was already out of sight.
\n“Well, as I live and breathe… Barbara Gordon!” Three women crowded into the\nbooth next to Barbara.
\nThe Blond who was talking came in on one side and her two companions slipped in\non the other.
\n“Lady Prudence Ffogg?” Barbara tried to hide her panic at her recognition.
\n“I had heard that you were coming to Londinium, but I had no idea that I would\nrun into you..” Prudence hadn’t changed hardly at all since Barbara had last\nseen her at trial more than two years ago.
\n“I heard you were out of prison. How was your time at Slutmoor?”
\n“It was okay, Not the Savoy, but I made a few friends…” Prudence nodded at her\ntwo companions. “It was a little dull after Aunt Penelope escaped, but I already\nknew I was getting out, so why bother?”
\n\"It' s awfully loud in here. Why don’t we go somewhere we can talk more\ncomfortably?” Prudence gave Barbara the same confident smile she had at Ffogg\nPlace.
\n“No, that’s okay, I have to be up in the morning…” Barbara was wondering if Red\nhad anything to do with Prudence’s sudden appearance.
\n“Oh, come now, we’ll have a drink and talk about ol’ times…” Prudence’s hand\nslipped under the table and the entire booth suddenly rotated ninety degrees.\nBarbara, Prudence and the two companions were suddenly in the backroom of the\nclub. Cases of beer were stacked along the wall along with cleaning supplies and\nbroken chairs. The noise of the club was now just a muffled throb coming through\nthe wall.
\n“That’s better. Would you like something to drink, Barbara? All that dancing\nmust have you parched.” Prudence waved to one of the hostesses who was sitting\nat a lunch table. “Could you fetch Miss Gordon a cold beer? Unopened.” She\nsmiled at Barbara, “I wouldn’t trust me either.”
\n“So, how did you get released from prison after only eighteen months? I heard\nthey were going to put you away for a lot longer for trying to kill Robin.”\nBarbara didn’t like this game, but she knew Prudence didn’t know she was\nBatgirl. She would play along as long as necessary.
\n“Well, the whole killer bee thing was not taken very seriously. African killer\nbees just won’t thrive in Londinium, just too cold.” The hostess put the beer on\nthe table along with an opener, a frosted glass and mixed drinks for Prudence\nand her two compatriots. “Thanks love, be off with you.”
\n“I know you yanks like your beer cold. Anyway, you probably heard that the Boy\nWonder was getting his dick sucked every which way but Sunday while we had him\nin the Dormitory.\" Prudence opened the beer for Barbara and slid it in front of\nher. “Don’t worry Miss Gordon, I wouldn’t think of poisoning your beer…”
\n“A little dick sucking at private school isn’t enough to destroy a young gent’s\nreputation.”
\nBarbara took a tentative draft of the beer. It was cold and she was thirsty and\nwhatever Lady Prudence was planning, it was out of Barbara’s control, at least\nfor the moment.
\n“No, no the boy in tights made a much bigger faux pas…” Prudence tasted her\ndrink and smiled with satisfaction that it met her approval.
\n“What was that then?” Barbara took another draft of her beer.
\n“Well there are things that a proper English lady just would never do….” She\ntook another sip of her drink?”
\n“Which is?”
\n“Anal, good girls just don’t do anal. That’s the type of thing that is fine\namongst men at sea and boys at school or prison. But, buggery is just not what a\nlady does outside of marriage. Once the prosecutors found out about that,\nRobin’s testimony was just about worthless. Besides, he wasn’t very good at it…”\nPrudence gave a nod to Barbara. “Bad anal was just a bridge too far. I had no\nsympathy for the lad.”
\n“So really, the Crown had very little on me other than Lady Easterland’s Easter\nEggs and Her Majesty's Royal Snuff Boxes. I was young and impressionable and the\nCourt didn’t want to ruin my chances for marriage within my station, so it was\neighteen months in Slutmoor.”
\n“But, why all of this?” Barbara was trying to figure out why Prudence had\nsnatched her into the backroom of a discotheque.
\n“You came into my ancestral home and lied to me and my family about why you were\nthere and helped put us in prison… Of course I don’t really hold it against you.\nLying and duplicity are really character traits I do admire in a girl… I was\nafter all trying to kill Batgirl so I could frame my uncle for her rape murder,\nso I really do think you are wonderful… And under other circumstances, I do\nthink we could even be more than friends.” She put her hand gently on Barbara’s
\n“But, I am sure that under these circumstances, I really must kill you…” Barbara\ntried to pull her hand away, but it barely moved. “I told the truth about the\nbeer, but I never said I wouldn’t poison the glass.”
\nLady Prudence stood up and with the help of her two associates, stood Barbara\nup, as well.
\n“It was frosted with a small amount of Lord Ffogg’s Paralyzing fog.”
\n+++++++++++++++++++++++++ Part 3 Barbara could feel herself being lifted up from\nthe booth and marched up a flight of stairs towards the roof of the Discotheque.\nIt was like she was hypnotized. While she could feel herself being led and was\naware of what was happening, she was unable to resist it.
\nLady Prudence led the girls and their captive up the stairs to the roof, one\ngirl with a firm grip on each of Barbara’s arms. It was disturbingly similar to\nthe waking sleep she had endured as Batgirl after her breaking into the Cricket\nPavillion of Ffogg Place.
\nOnce they reached the roof Prudence personally saw to the ropes being applied to\nBarbara. She crossed Barbara’s ankles and took a piece of rope and doubled it\nover feeding the double ends of the rope through the loop in the middle and then\nneatly wrapping them around her ankles then between them, over and under and\nfinished with a neat and tight square knot.
\nNo longer able to run if Barbara regained her wits, Prudence proceeded to do a\nsimilar tie on her bare wrists. Despite having her effectively incapacitated,\nPrudence continued to add ropes to her victim. Ropes tied her elbows together\nand then held them to her back with ropes that went over and under her breasts.\nAn additional set of ropes held Barbara’s legs together just above the knees.
\nThe paralyzing fog that Barbara had consumed was already wearing off as Prudence\nfinished the last few turns of rope and was cinching the final knot as Barbara\nwas regaining her voice.
\n“Prudence, you are not going to be able to get away with this, dozens of people\nsaw me coming into the club and you sitting down with me.” Barbara was\ndesperately testing the bonds. Prudence had gotten no resistance as she applied\nthe ropes and Barbara had been unable to use the techniques she knew to ensure\nthe ropes were escapable.
\n“Oh, dear…. Barbara you are so right…. What shall I do? I suppose I must let you\ngo…” Her two accomplices were still holding Barbara upright while Prudence\nleaned into her hands, now groping Barbara aggressively. Prudence was kissing\nher neck as her hand slipped under the crop top of Barbara’s sequined out fit.\nTouching her breasts and her erect nipples.
\n“I can’t possibly let you go, nor do I want to. Are you one of those independent\nwomen I’ve heard about in America? Foregoing brassieres and such?” Just as\nPrudence was pulling up the small top of Barbara’s outfit, exposing her breasts,\nPrudence greeted another one of her accomplices.
\n“Oh perfect, and the hair is a fantastic match!” Barbara turned to look and to\nsee the new woman. She had dark hair similar to Barbara’s. More importantly, she\nwas wearing Barbara’s coat and carrying her clutch purse.
\n“You see Barbara, a dozen witnesses will see you walking out of the “Let’s Go\nLesbo,” and wandering back to your home drunk. Every camera and wino from here\nto there will see you going along the road to the river, never to be seen\nagain.” She opened up the clutch purse and took Barbara’s cash and traveller’s\nchecks out and gave them to the imposter. “Buy yourself something nice in the\nmorning. And ask Luisa to bring up one of the ‘teabags’ on your way out”
\nThe woman laughed and headed back to the door.
\n“You see Miss Gordon, No one is going to miss you. Not for a while at least. I\nam sure Ireland Yard will do a very complete investigation of your\ndisappearance.” Prudence stroked the side of Barbara’s face. “Unfortunately, you\nwill be counted as one of many missing victims of the mean streets of\nLondinium’s Redchapel neighborhood.”
\n“What do you mean?” Barbara was more interested in keeping Prudence talking than\nactually hearing the answer.
\n“With Lord Ffogg, Aunt Penelope and I all locked up, it created a wee bit of a\npower vacuum in the Londinium underworld. A couple of girl gangs have moved into\nmy family's ancestral turf and I have been forced to tidy it up since being\nreleased.” Prudence leaned in and smelled Barbara’s scent, her hand tracing down\nBarbara’s body to her the panties under the skirt.
\n“I created a fictitious serial killer to explain away the missing women. He’s\nnot really fictitious, because it’s me but the coppers are looking for a man in\nhis late forties with a limp…” She stepped away from Barbara and sniffed the\nfinger and rubbed Barbara’s juices between her fingers. “It doesn’t sound much\nlike me, does it?”
\n“What, that you’re a serial killer? Spot on!” Barbara gave a jerk as if she was\ngoing to kick the snot out of Prudence, but it was just bluster. She was far too\nwell restrained…
\nPrudence gave a delighted laugh. “Enough of this chit-chat… Gag her” One of the\ntwo girls shoved a wad of cloth into her mouth and while the other wedged it in\nwith a purple scarf that she double knotted behind her head. As they cinched the\ncloth tight, Babara wondered if the color of the gag was coincidental or a\nchoice that Prudence had consciously made.
\n“Well, Barbara, I guess this is the moment where I explain how you are going to\ndisappear forever and never be heard from ever again.” Prudence stroked the side\nof Barbara’s face. “And please, do put up a struggle, I always prefer a good\nshow. And you are quite lovely….”
\n“As you probably noticed, we are on the same roof where the famous Tipton Tea\nTime advertisement is located. “‘Tea loved to the final drop!’ Ghastly cheap\ntea. The preferred tea of British alcoholics far and wide…. But the sign with\nits’ cooking sherry-fueled antics is too famous to ever come down.”
\n“Wha’ ‘oes ‘at have oo o’ wit’ ‘e?” Barbara half demanded through her gag.
\n“Everrything. I would have very much loved invite you home to Ffogg Place, I\nhave some delicious toys to show you, but, as you pointed out. Getting you out\nof the club is problematic.” Prudence stroked the front of Barbara’s skirt,\npressing her fingers against her sex.
\n“But that doesn’t mean I can’t make it interesting.” The three women lifted the\nbound and gagged librarian and started carrying her to the giant sign. “Normally\nthey only run the sign during the day when tourists are about. It is frightfully\nexpensive to run if no one is awake to see it. The entire mechanism is run by\nthe same steam plant that heats the building. Water is boiled in the basement\nand the resulting steam is used to run the animatronics and the scalding hot hot\nwater is recondensed into the ‘tea’ that pours into the cup. When the cup is\ncompletely filled, it tips over the edge and pours its contents into the river\nbelow.” The three women hefted the struggling Barbara into the giant, chipped\ncup. The mechanism rocked back and forth briefly as Barbara wriggled futilely\nagainst the ropes.
\n“And that includes you, Miss Gordon. 50 feet into the briny deep… and with the\nhelp of this,” her two assistants struggled to heft the giant weight of concrete\nover the rim of the cup. “I like to call this a Tipton Teabagging.”
\nThe weight was a flat, rectangular block that looked like a giant teabag. “This\nwill pull you down and anchor your body most permanently in the deep mud of the\nThames.” At the narrow end was a steel eye-bolt with a ropes cow hitched to it.\nOnce it was in the bowl of the cup, Lady Prudence leaned in, her blond hair\nspilling from her efficient English tweed vest as she attached it to Barbara’s\nankles.
\n“When the boiler down in the basement gets hot enough, you’ll see the steam\nrising from the spout and within a few minutes of that the teapot will deposit\nits spill of boiling hot water on you. I doubt that will do you in proper… but\nby the fourth pour you will likely have drowned and then the cup will dump\nwhatever is left of you into the Thames four stories below… and drag your body\ndeep into the river mud, never to be seen again…”
\nBarbara grunted and bucked as hard as she could while Lady Prudence tied the\ncement anchor to her ankles. The cup was spacious by cup standards, but Barbara\nwas curled up in the bottom with her knees to her chest and her arms behind.\nWith the twenty kilo block of cement, she had hardly any space to move.
\nLady Prudence stood on the rim of the cupsaucer and looked down at her\nstruggling and grunting victim. There was almost no room in the enamelled bowl.\nBarbara wasn’t going to even be able to sit up, much less keep her head about\nwater. Once the system started to percolate.
\n“It was lovely catching up, Barbara. I hope you don't mind if we take our leave?\nWatching you drown would be most enjoyable, but we have an appointment we shan’t\nwant to miss…” Prudence tossed Barbara’s almost empty clutch purse into the cup.\n“I expect this will be found in a day or two in the river. Say ‘hello’ to the\nothers when you get there…”
\nIS IT TEATIME FOR BARBARA? IS LADY PRUDENCE GOING TO TEABAG HER OUT OF\nEXISTENCE? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT EXCITING EPISODE SAME TEA TIME, SAME TEA CHANNEL
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\nPart 4 Barbara lay balled up in the confines of the Tipton Tea Cup and struggled\nfutilely against the ropes that bound her. The cement weight that had been tied\nto her ankles made the space even more cramped.
When she had been tied up, Barbara was standing up. The ropes had been snug, but\nefficient. Now that she was forced into a ball, they had become positively\nparalyzing,
\nShe looked up above her. The spout of the giant teapot was starting to move and\nas it moved, Barbara could see the first wisps of steam intersecting with the\nchilled night air.
\nWith her knees pushed to her chest and her arms tied behind her, Barbara had\nvery little range of motion. She chewed on the thick gag. Prudence had a\nperverse love of the macabre, she had delighted in using her great Grand-ma-ma’s\nfuck machine on Batgirl with the intent of leaving her body to frame her uncle,\nLord Ffogg for Batgirl’s rape-murder and take control of Ffogg Place and the\nassociated criminal enterprises. With her aunt and uncle both in prison, Lady\nPrudence had accomplished most of those ends.
\nNow Barbara was a few minutes away from being eliminated by the same sick mind.\nEven in Gotham, the news had been reporting on the Redchappel ripper. Prudence\nhad been using the serial killings as a cover for her taking control of the\nLondinium girl gangs that had tried to move in when the Ffoggs had been\nprosecuted. And now Barbara had been accidentally swept up in it.
\nIf Barbara couldn’t escape, she (and Batgirl) would simply be another footnote\nin the history of the Londinium underworld, quickly forgotten. Barbara felt her\nclutch purse laying on top of her. It was emptied of her valuables, just her\nGotham driver’s license and her library ID.
\nAt least, that was what Prudence assumed. Barbara had secreted a batgirl utility\nblade in the frame of the small clutch. To the casual observer, it was just a\nsimple, yet tasteful accessory, but, if she ripped out the stitching on the\nliner, she had a three inch folding pocket knife that would make quick work of\nher ropes.
\nBarbara lifted her head to look at the purse where Prudence had casually thrown\nit. It had landed on Barbara’s right breast. It might have been a mile away\nhaving coffee in Chelsea. The ropes were just too tight. The concrete ”teabag”\nattached to her ankles made the space even tighter.
\nGlancing up at the spout of the teapot, she could see steam forming in the cool\ndamp air. Then she felt the cup start its mechanical dance, the teapot starting\nits comical tipping, ready to cook Barbara alive.
\nSucking in a lung full of air, she braced for the scalding water. Barbara closed\nher eyes, preparing for the worst.
\nThe water splashed down on her and flowed around her. Barbara was relieved that\nit wasn’ t actually scalding hot. Just moderately tepid. As it splashed down\naround her it picked up and pushed her clutch bag around the teacup.
\nWhen the deluge stopped, Barbara was soaked through with water, and the bottom\nof the cup was now filled with water. It rose up and covered the left side of\nher face. And she was now sloshing around and rapidly cooling. The metal\nstructure of the cup quickly leached away what heat came from the water. Barbara\nlooked around for where her clutch purse had gone. She knew it was in the cup,\nbut where it had been pushed was a mystery.
\nShe tried to squirm a little more, only to realize that, while the water had\nsoftened the ropes, she was tied as tightly as ever. Lady Prudence had obviously\ndone this before, and worse, she took pride in her sadism. Escape, even for\nBatgirl would be near impossible.
\nThe only way Barbara had escaped the fuck chair in the dungeon of Ffogg Place\nwas because of its extreme age and her ability to break some of the restraints.\nPrudence was not making any of those mistakes here. The ropes were fresh,\nexpertly tied and the death trap working to its intended limit.
\nBarbara didn’t have to wait long for the next phase of her execution. Just as\nshe was giving up on finding her lost clutch, she looked up at the teapot that\nloomed overhead. Instinctively, she started rapidly filling and exhaling her\nlungs to be prepared as the readied the next deluge of water.
\nHolding her breath and closing her eyes, she braces against the next flood in\nher would be drowning. This time the water was significantly hotter and it\nsplashed down over head to foot. When she opened her eyes, she found that she\nhad to turn her head and struggled to keep her head out of the water.
\nBarbara was starting to get an understanding of the cadence of the trap. The\npipes that brought the boiling water from the basement were starting out cold,\nbut after a few cycles of heating, would eventually reach the scalding\ntemperatures Prudence had promised. The next pour would submerge her completely\nunder water and after the fourth pour, it would dump Barbara, dead or alive,\nover the side of the building into the water grave below. The cement teabag was\nstreamlined enough that it would pull Barbara feet first into the water, down to\nthe bottom and depositing her deep in the river mud, just as it had Prudence’s\nother victims.
\nPrudence’s other victims would probably not even be visible even if the tides\ndrained the river completely.
\nThere wasn’t much time for Barbara to contemplate the simplistic efficacy of\nPrudence’s trap as Barbara looked up and saw the kettle starting its next tilt.\nShe had started hyperventilating as soon as the water had started filling the\ncup, held her breath as the water poured down on her, knowing at some point she\nwould be completely submerged.
\nWith her head just barely above the surface, she knew this might be the last\nbreath of her life. She gasped in as deeply as she could, she saw the cascade of\nwater moments before it hit.
\nThe fresh water poured down on her, warming her up, but, as she expected, this\ntime she was unable to make her head break the surface, no matter how she moved,\nor struggled.
\nThoughts were flicking through her head. Struggling used oxygen. Panic used\noxygen. From what she observed from her hotel room, it would take more than a\nminute for the teapot to fill the cup for the last time and to dump her out into\nthe black waters of the river below.
\nBarbara fought to remain calm, she knew panic meant death. She closed her eyes\nand tried to hold still, cleared her mind and waited. And waited. Her lungs were\nstarting to burn, but she held firm. She felt the splash of hot water pouring\ndown on her. She didn’t even try to make it to the surface of the water, she\nalready knew it was a futile waste of energy.
\nThe water sloshed as the cup moved through its mechanical theatrics and came to\nrest. Barbara's mind stayed focused. Was she certain that it was four pours\nbefore the water was cast off the roof or was it five? From her hotel room it\nwas an oddity for tourists. She really couldn’t say she paid that much\nattention.
\nThe gag had swollen in her mouth and she reflexively bit down, as waited for the\nmachine to run its programmed display. She squeezed the water out and her mind\nvisualized the gears and levers that were working its way along to pour the\nheated water into the cup, the cup to slosh it around, the eyes on the pot and\ncup to perform their theatrical magic and finally to tip over and drop her in to\nthe river mud.
\nAs she felt the splash of Hot Tipton tea water splash down on her for the last\ntime, Barbara tensed her knees against the cup and the cement teabag. She pushed\nfor her life, waiting, her lungs screaming for air. Her eyes closed, teeth\ngritted, muscle tense as the cup did its final mechanical swirl and tipped\nninety degrees and the water drained from the cup in a matter of seconds.
\nBarbara felt the water flow out, pulling her with it and the sensation of the\nheavy weight trying to follow it into the river. The machine bounced on its side\nbriefly, trying to shake out the last drop of water along with its unwilling\ncargo.
\nAs the cup returned to its original position, Barbara, exhausted, exhaled her\nbursting lungs. She was still in the cup for the moment, but she wasn’t any\ncloser to safety. She looked around inside the cup, but her clutch and the\nprecious knife it contained was nowhere to be seen.
\nIt almost certainly was floating down the river, waiting to be found as proof\nthat Barbara had been taken during a robbery or as another victim of the\nRedchapel Ripper.
\nShe was just catching her breath as she looked up at the Tipton Tea Pot and saw\neven more steam rising from it. Barbara was certain the water was going to\ncontinue to heat up as with each subsequent pour, eventually delivering the\nscalding death Lady Prudence had promised, if Barbara survived that long. The\nfirst cycle had taken all her strength to avoid being dumped into the river. Now\nshe was shivering in the cold Londinium night, waiting for the next round of\nmechanized torture.
\nDespite her exhaustion and cold, Barbara thought briefly why Prudence and her\ngang hadn't stuck around to watch her execution. The last time Prudence tried to\nkill Batgirl, Prudence been transfixed watching the fuck machine rape her. She\nwas positively enthralled watching the leather cock repeatedly penetrating her\nand rubbing out orgasm after orgasm until she almost passed out. She only left\nwhen she had other more pressing criminal duties to attend to.
\nThe second round in the bottom of the cup was worse than her first. The water\nwas heating up, and the mechanism was reaching its working potential as it did\nso. The first dunking felt hot on her cold skin, but the metal of the basin\nquickly drained away the heat. Barbara pulled at the ropes and tried desperately\nto slip her hands out. She also felt around for her purse or the knife it\ncontained, but with no luck.
\nBy the next pour, the water crashed down on her and she twisted, holding her\nbreath, knowing that would not get another breath for a while and would also\nneed to brace herself against being poured over the side of the building and\ninto the muddy black waters of the Thames. If she survived the fall, she\nwouldn’t survive lungs filled with mud.
\nLooking up through the hot water and waiting for the fatal coupe de gras,\nBarbara saw a face peering in at her from the edge of the cup. In the dark, she\ncould only make out some pale white skin and blurred features.
\nShe saw the fuzzy view of an arm reaching in to grab her. There were hands under\nher shoulder and pulling her up out of the water.
\nBarbara’s head broke the surface of the water and she let out her breath and\ncoughed out the water that flowed in around her gag. As she sputtered and\nhacked, the figure pulled her up over the side of the dancing cup. She might\nhave fallen completely out of the cup if it hadn’t been for the forty pounds of\nconcrete that were tied to her ankles.
\n“I was wondering where you went off to.” Barbara looked into the smiling blue\neyes of her redheaded dance partner. “I thought we were going to head back to\nyour place. And there I was with two drinks and an empty booth. Fortunately for\nme, I like tequila sunrises.”
\nRed looked down into the cup to see what was keeping Barbara in it. “That’s not\nyour purse is it?” She reached inside the cup and picked up the knife that had\nworked its way out of Barbara’s clutch purse and had been laying underneath her\nthe whole time. With a couple of deft strokes, she cut the rope to the anchor\nand Barbara fell out of the cup and they both tumbled onto the asphalt roof.
\nRed helped Barbara to a sitting position and started to cut through her gag and\nseamlessly continued onto the other bonds.
\n“You do this recreationally?” Red smiled, “You didn’t need to do all this to get\nmy attention… I was all set to go home with you for a righteous clam slam.”\nBarbar looked back at her. “You know, some lettuce licking… a bit of tribbing,\nrubbing donuts, an Aussie kiss… I hope you fuck better than you comprehend,\notherwise this whole evening was a waste…”
\nBarbara grabbed Red’s mane of red curls, pulled her in and gave her a hard kiss.\nTheir tongues played together for a moment, but was interrupted as the Tipton\nTeapot unloaded its final spout of scalding water. The cup danced briefly and\nthen dumped the contents into the river. They could hear the solid splash of the\ncement teabag hitting the river below.
\n“I can’t thank you enough.”
\n“I have some idea of how you can…” Red gave Barbara a smile and a wink.
\n“How did you find me? I was certain I was a goner.” Barbara gave Red another\nkiss and put her hand on hers.
\n“Well, I was finishing your tequila when I heard the building’s pipes start to\nbang and growl. I had been told by someone ages ago that was how you could know\nthe sign was running. The racket it makes is why there have always been a night\nclub in the building. Its too damn noisy during the day. They don’t usually have\nthe sign running at night.”
\n“When I heard it, I thought I would have a look-see up close.” Red laughed, “I\nwished you let me know you were coming up here.”
\n“I hadn’t planned it… “ Barbara glanced down at the wet mess she had become.\n“The arch villainess of Ffogg Place, Lady Prudence, grabbed me and was trying to\nget rid of me for good.”
\n“Oh, she is a royal cunt, that one.,.” Red stood up and offered a hand up to\nBarbara. “Never really liked her. But she runs a pretty cool dance bar… How\nabout we blow this joint and head back to your place?” Red held on to Barbara’s\nHand even after she was standing.
\n“That sounds lovely, but we can’t go back down through the disco. Prudence's\ngoon squad thinks that I am at the bottom of the river.” Barbara looked over the\nedge of the building. Three stories never sounds that high, but it always looks\nintimidating. “They can’t see me, but you can go back down and I will meet you\nover there.” She pointed to a corner shop a block away.
\n“Well how are you going to get down?” Red was looking over the edge, too.
\n“I know the river has to be pretty deep here, because Prudence said they’ve been\ndumping bodies with the Tipton Tea Sign… I’m going to jump and then swim down\nriver until I find a ladder or a dock.”
\n“You’re going to jump? I’m doing that… Sound’s much more fun…” She grabbed\nBarbara’s hand and stood next to her. “I really like you. You seem fun. Oh, and\nI’m Pepper.”
\nBarbara looked at her as they stepped to the edge. “Pepper?”
\n“Peppermint Paddy, me Mum’ and Da’ were good for a bit of a laugh. I’m the fifth\nof six. After the first three, they had used up all the usual Names like Ryan,\nConor and Liam, they decided to have a laugh. I did better than my brother, they\nnamed him Bó.”
\n“What’s wrong with Bó?”
\n“Bó is Irish for cow… They named him Cow Paddy…” Pepper looked down at the\nwater. “Look’s cold.”
\n“I’m Barbara. It probably is, are you sure you want to jump? You can just walk\nout the front door.”
\n“Na, I’m good, this’ll make a good story when I go home for Easter…” Pepper\nsqueezed her hand.
\nBarabra leapt forward with Pepper following her off the ledge. Pepper let out a\nloud “whoop” as they headed for the river below. Barbara didn’t say anything,\nshe knew they were trying to escape a gang of killers and she didn’t know for\ncertain that the river was deep enough or that there wasn’t an old barge sunk\nwhere they were going to land.
\nBoth girls hit the water simultaneously. Pepper surfaced after Barbara.
\n“Fuck yeah! I like hanging around with you!” The two swam down river until they\nfound a dock that had a ladder they could climb out on.
\nBarbara climbed onto the dock, both girls were shivering in the cold as they\nmade their way back to Barbara’s hotel shivering from the cold.
\nThe night clerk looked up from his magazine at the two wet, quivering women as\nBarbara asked for her room key. “Looks like you two are having quite the night\non the town.” He slid the Key over to her and went back to his reading without\nanother look.
\n+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Part 5 Barbara carried the tray of room\nservice breakfast over to the little coffee table. Her silk robe only extended\ndown to her mid-thigh. She looked at Pepper as she poured her a mug of coffee.\nPepper was wearing the terry-cloth robe that came with the room.
\nHer areola peaked out from within the robe and Barbara couldn’t help but notice\nthey matched the red freckles that dotted her face and shoulders as well as the\nflowing locks of her red hair.
\nDespite the night of dancing, a freezing river plunge, enthusiastic sex and a\nmild hangover, she looked surprisingly fresh.
\n“Oh Barb, are you this much fun all the time?” She draped her naked leg over\nBarbara’s. It exposed some dainty small patch of Pepper’s short cropped pussy\nhair. She sipped her coffee and knocked the empties from the minibar over as she\ncreated space for the breakfast plate of eggs and bacon.
\n“Sometimes,” Barbara spread her legs a little bit, giving Pepper a view of her\nopen legs while she raised her plate to trap any escaping bits of food. “But not\nusually.”
\n“Aside from looking smashing in a gag, what did you do that got Lady Pru’ so\nworked up about you?”
\n“Its a bit of a story… A couple of years ago I visited Londinium with my father,\nThe Police Commissioner of Gotham City, Lady Peasoup invited me to be a guest\nfaculty member at her exclusive finishing school at Ffogg Place.” Barbara\ncontinued with her breakfast.
\n“That seems like a silly idea when they were running a burglary ring.” Pepper\nwas running her calf up and down Barbara’s inner thigh.
\n“It was and it wasn’t,” Barbara went on, trying not to be distracted. “They\nassumed they would be able to keep an eye on me and have a hostage if their\nschemes went south. But, it ended up working against them. I was able to do my\nown investigation and realized they were hiding much of their loot in the old\nCricket Pavillion on the grounds.”
\n“I provided a lot of the damning testimony at their trials. She also has it out\nfor Batgirl.”
\n“Why? I read almost nothing about Batgirl in stories about the case.” Pepper\nstarted gathering the service dishes back onto the tray.
\n“Batgirl was there, she was the one that confirmed where the loot was hidden in\nFfogg Place. Prudence managed to capture her and decided to frame her uncle for\nthe rape-murder of Batgirl.”
\n“Oh dear, how was she going to manage that?”
\n“You can’t breath a word of this, but…” Barbara hadn’t told anyone about what\nhappened in the dungeon of Ffogg Place, yet Pepper had just saved her life and\nshe had been an awfully good fuck. Barbara instincts told her to trust her.\n“Ffogg Place had a long history as a sexual playground for Londinium’s elites.\nShe had a mechanical sex chair that she strapped Batgirl into. Her plan was to\nhave the machine fuck Batgirl to death and she and the other students would dump\nher body in Lord Marmaduke’s bedchambers. Then she would blow the whistle on him\nand Peasoup. Ireland Yard would find the body, and some of the loot tying them\nto the robberies.”
\n“With Marmaduke and Penelope out of the way, Lady Prudence would get Ffogg\nPlace, the rest of the loot and be rid of Batgirl all at the same time.” Barbara\nwas checking on her outfit for the day. She gave Pepper some fresh clothes, so\nshe wouldn’t have to make the walk of shame in her water stained blue minidress.
\n“Why wasn’t any of this in any of the reporting?” Pepper was putting on one of\nBarbara’s skirts and blouse. Otherwise she was going full commando. Barbara\nwondered if her bra-less breasts wouldn’t attract too much notice on the metro.
\n“Batgirl said she didn’t want the tawdry parts of the affair to come out if they\ndidn’t have too. Marmaduke, Penelope and Prudence were all convicted of the\nthefts. Marmaduke and Penelope were convicted of the attempted murder of Batman\nand Robin. Prudence was tried for attempting to kidnap and kill Robin.”
\n“Why didn’t that work?”
\n“It turns out Robin wasn’t much of a hostage. His entire captivity involved him\ngetting his dick sucked and pressuring the girls for anal.”
\n“Oooh, The coppers don’t like buggery… They outlawed it for over four hundred\nyears.”
\n“Yes and the attempted murder charge went belly up when they couldn’t prove the\n‘killer bee’ wasn’t just a regular bee sting.” Barbara laughed. No one was more\nupset that Prudence only got a slap on the wrist than she was, but this was\ntypical for Batman and Robin.
\n“What are you going to do about Prudence trying to dump you in the river?”\nPepper looked out the window and could see the Tipton Teapot chugging away in\nthe distance.
\n“I’ll call Chief Inspector Watson and tell him what happened.” Barbara picked up\nthe phone and carried it towards the bathroom. “Prudence said I wasn’t the first\none to get ‘teabagged’ as she put it. There must be more evidence either in the\nclub or in the river…” Barbara closed the door to make her call in private.
\nA few minutes later, Barbara came out of the bathroom. “About what I expected.”
\n“Well?”
\n“He invited me to Ireland Yard after tea tomorrow to make a statement.” Barbara\nsat down next to Pepper.
\nThat’s it?” Pepper put her hand on her knee. “You offer him the Redchappel\nRipper and he asks you to stop by tomorrow afternoon?”
\n“He said he doesn’t want anything to do with more Yank buffoonery after the\nhumiliation of finding out that Robin, whose life was supposedly in dire peril,\nspent the entire time getting his dick sucked and rear-ending everything in a\nskirt the entire time… With pictures and two days of testimony from every girl\nin the school describing it in explicit detail, along with pictures.”
\n“He’s not interested?”
\n“He’s meeting with me only because I actually helped get the convictions and\nbecause my father is a public figure.” Barbara picked up her bag. “I’ll walk you\nto the Tube. I have to be at my library conference.”
\nAs they walked Barbara gazed absently ahead of her. “I’ve been thinking about\nPrudence….”
\n“Anything that I should be jealous of?” Pepper smiled and looked at Barbara’s\nfurrowed brow.
\n“Well, everything I know about her is that she has a strong-sado sexual\nappetite. Why didn’t she stick around to watch? She went through all the trouble\nto create an elaborate method of execution, but then she just left…” Barbara\nstole a glance at Pepper as they walked. She wasn’t going to say it outloud, but\nwhy didn’t she sexually assault her? Lady Penelope had included it the training\nfor her Crime School for Girls. She had put Batgirl in the fuck chair to frame\nLord Ffogg for murder and then sat and watch, repeatedly playing with herself as\nthe machine tried to kill her. She even gave Robin a blow job and let him do\nanal on her.
\n“Maybe you aren’t her type?” Pepper gave a sideways glance and seeing the look\non Barbara’s face and began to laugh. “Okay. So you’re everyone’s type. I would\nhave fucked you once, maybe twice, if I had you drugged and tied up… You think\nwe could try that tonight? I’m game, you did look good in that gag…”
\nBarbara laughed, “You bring what you like, as long as it isn’t warm beer. Chief\nInspector Watson had said he couldn’t meet until tomorrow, because he was busy.\nI thought he was just pissed about the Robin thing, but maybe he wasn’t.”\nBarbara stopped in front of a news stand. She picked up the Londinium Times. The\nbanner headline read “Hunt on for Easterland’s Easter Eggs!”
\n“Maybe she had some place else to be?” Pepper was reading over her shoulder.
\n“Maybe?” Barbara paid for the paper and folded it under her arm as they\ncontinued down to the Tube station.
\nBarbara gave Pepper a soft kiss on the mouth before sending her off.
\nAfter Barbara left Pepper at the Tube station, She didn’t immediately leave for\nher conference. Instead, she walked up the street, but not with the intention of\ncatching the next train to her conference….
\n+++++++++++
\nBarbara sat on the over stuffed leather library chair, Two stacks of newspaper\nsat on either side of her. Chief Inspector Watson’s not willing to give\nBarbara’s complaint the time of day made much more sense now that she had a\nchance to read up on the goings on in Londinium.
\nThe Londinium underworld was going through a high visibility crime wave the last\nfew weeks. Barbara’s appearance at the club must have coincided with Lady\nPrudence and her gang getting ready to steal Lady Easterland’s Jeweled Easter\nEggs. It wasn’t until she read more details about the theft that it became\nclear.
\nIt wouldn’t make sense why Prudence and her gang are stealing something that\nthey had already stolen once. Security would be much tighter than it was the\nfirst time… And it would be a huge red flag to Ireland Yard.
\nIt turned out, she was right, the crime wasn’t a repeat of their earlier heist.\nMarmaduke and Penelope had stolen Faberge Easter Eggs. They had been jewel\nencrusted and would be extremely hard to fence intact. The “Easter Eggs” in this\ntheft were actually vaginal toys, similar to ben-wa balls, vibrators and dildos,\nall branded as “Easterland’s Eggs”
\nAn entire tractor trailer of Easterland’s sex toys had been waylaid by bandits\nand the tabloids couldn't resist the story.
\nAs she dug further, she found an article about the theft of a Roman Spintriae,\ntokens used in Roman brothels to purchase various sex acts. Each coin would\ndepict a particular sex act on one side and a number on the other, allowing\ncustomers to communicate with foreign slaves about the activity being purchased.\nThe collection was valued at almost a hundred thousand pounds. Most\ninterestingly, the shop was owned by none other than the Count of Claremont.\nMarmaduke and Penelope had previously purloined the Count of Claremont’s coin\ncollection
\nSeeing a pattern, Barbara started hunting for other crimes that fit the pattern\nof having had a similar crime committed by the Ffoggs. She quickly found an\naccount of a burglary of Duchess of Desborough’s Londinium townhouse.\nUndisclosed Items had been stolen from her boudoir while the Duchess was\nenjoying an evening of theatre.
\nThe pattern of crimes was crystal clear to Barbara, but what could she do about\nit? Chief Inspector Watson was going to be of no use in this case. He made that\nclear when she called him earlier. The humiliation his department suffered when\nit came out the lethal weapon Robin was supposedly faced with was a bee sting\nand that his entire “captivity”, as he put it, involved him “finding cavities to\nbe filled.” The London press had a field day making up nicknames for him, “The\nCavity Search Kid” “Cock Robin” “Throbbin’ Robin”. Watson was not amused.
\nBarbara reached the next tube station, paid her fare and walked down until she\nreached the end of the platform. After looking back around to see if she was\nbeing watched, she disappeared into the tunnel.
\nAs she moved farther away from the train platform and around the bend in the\ntracks, she pulled out a flashlight to guide her way.
\nShe had promised her father that she wasn’t going to fight crime, but criminals\njust seemed to find her. Fortunately, after her last Londinium caper, she left\nher Batgirl costume, her utility belt and even the small purple Batgirl\nmotorcycle she had purchased hidden in one of Londinium’s many abandoned tube\nstations. It took her a minute of searching to find the circuit panel that gave\nher some light to work under. She pulled the dusty tarp off the Batgirl cycle,\nthen unlocked the metal locker that had her Batgirl uniform, cowl and belt.
\nAlfred had suggested that she look for a place to create her own “Bat-cave”\nrather than trying to take her costume back to Gotham. It would make life much\nsimpler if she ever had to return to Londinium on a case. She stripped down and\nsuited up as Batgirl.
\nLady Prudence had tried to kill Barbara. Eventually, she would realize that she\nhad failed. While Barbara and Batgirl may have been on Prudence’s wish list for\nvictims, surviving would move Barbara to the very top of it…
\nWith little help to be expected from official sources, Barbara had looked\nthrough the news clippings about the thefts with interest. She just didn’t think\nthis could be any sort of coincidence. Prudence couldn’t have stayed and toyed\nwith her victim and committed a major theft at the same time… The other crimes\nall mirrored in a funhouse version of the Londinium Larcenies of her last visit.\nThe coins, the Easter Eggs, Desmonde’s Diamonds, there were only two crimes that\nhadn’t been included… the Crown Jewels and her Majesty’s Royal Snuff Boxes. The\nCrown Jewels were safely under guard at The Tower of Londinium with a triple\nguard ever since the plot to steal them was exposed. Her Majesty's Royal snuff\nboxes were also on display in the nearly impenetrable fortress of the Tower.
\nBarbara spread out a map on an old work bench. Lady Prudence was certainly based\nat Ffogg Place and she may well be hiding her loot somewhere on the grounds, but\nit was her home turf. She would have all the advantages. Batgirl wasn’t going to\ntry her luck sneaking into the Cricket Pavillion and there was no telling what\nother traps the grounds might harbor.
\n“Is it possible that Prudence is trying to recreate the crimes that sent her,\nher aunt and uncle to prison?” Barbara mused as she looked over the map. All the\ncrime scenes were within a few miles of the discotheque, with the exception of\nLady Easterlands truck hijacking. That was less than a ten minute drive from\nFfogg Place. The truck was found abandoned in a shire miles away and empty.\nBatgirl was going to keep out of the trap riddled estate for the moment.
\nThe Tower of Londinium was within the same area of all the others. The Royal\nJewels and Her Majesty's collection of Royal Snuff Boxes had been moved to the\nfortress-prison after the Ffogg thefts. Breaking into Ffogg Place would be\nconsiderably easier than The “Bloody” Tower, but it was far less likely to be\nstrewn with lethal booby traps. On her previous visit Barbara had toured the\ntower, and in addition to marveling at the history and treasures, she had been\nabsorbing all the features of the building and potential ways to gain access\nunnoticed. It had become a habit born of her crimefighting career. Every\nbuilding had a weakness, no matter how secure. Sometimes her interests were to\nthwart criminals and sometimes to access their lairs.
\nLooking at the pattern of crimes that Barbara was attributing to Lady Prudence\nand her gang, She expected that Prudence would make another try for the Crown\nJewels or the Snuff Boxes later tonight. If the gang waited too long, Ireland\nYard might see the pattern beef up the security even more than they already\nhave.
\nBarbara put her street clothes over her Batsuit and packed what she thought she\nwould need into her shoulder bag and set out with her shoulder bag loaded down\nfor an afternoon tour of the Tower of Londinium.
\nBarbara stood in line at the admissions gate of The Bloody Tower. Weirdly, this\nwas the part of her plan she worried about most. It wasn’t the riskiest part,\nbut she still hated it. As she reached the desk, she plopped her coat and bag in\nfront of the guard and fidgetted while he patted down the coat and then opened\nthe bag. Atop the clutter was her umbrella, her wallet, keys, some feminine\nhygiene products and the brown box with the dildo she picked up from a sex shop,\nalong with some lacey underwear.
\nThe guard looked uncomfortably at the recently purchased sex toy and back at the\nfidgeting woman and immediately abandoned further inspection, closed the bag and\nwaved her through to enjoy the tour with no further embarrassment. He just\nwished the tourists would hit the sex shops after the museums and not before.
\nOnce inside the museum Barbara relaxed and enjoyed the many features it had to\noffer. She noted the armed guards in ceremonial dress standing guard over the\nCrown Jewels. Their Beefeater costumes might be ceremonial, but the guns they\nhad were not.
\nBarbara continued to look at the different historical displays. Her Majesty’s\nRoyal Snuff Boxes were there in a larger cell that had been converted into a\ngallery. For tobacco products, they were an impressive collection, made by the\nhand of artisans such as Faberge and Cartier. Beautifully crafted from gold,\nsilver, platinum and precious stones. Exquisite and valuable, they would be\ndifficult to fence without destroying them.
\nShe also looked through the torture collection. The place where medieval\nconfessions were extracted. Racks and several other devices where interrogations\nmight be taken and occasionally used to meet out punishments of unique and\nsavage natures. Barbara had met several versions of these devices during her\ntime as a crime fighter. More than once she had faced a fetishized rack or\nmanacle meant to inflict not just a mortal peril, but sexualized perversion to\ngratify the sexual whims of her adversary.
\nShe didn’t like to admit to herself, but she was also the adrenaline junky that\nrode the sexual highs from the likes of Lady Prudence, Nora Clavicle, Pirate\nPrincess and Minerva. Barbara had been wet with excitement after being rescued\nby Pepper just the night before and had been ready to rip the clothes off the\nlittle red head by the time she got her back to the hotel. Not that Pepper had\nbeen any less enthusiastic, but a normal person would have been looking to make\na police report rather than a marathon fuck with her rescuer.
\nShe smirked to herself that despite finding Barbara moments from death, Pepper\nhadn’t insisted on a direct call to the police either. She had been just as\nenthusiastic in participation as Barbara had been.
\nBarbara moved around the displays and explored the expanse of the building with\nher critical eye on cameras, alarms and alcoves. Eventually she moved towards\nthe lady’s restroom. Instead of moving into one of the stalls, she reached for\nthe locked storage area that was just off its entrance. The lock was easily\npicked. Her hands were so quick that an onlooker might have mistaken her moves\nfor slipping through an unbolted closet.
\nThe small space had no light, except from the torch that Barbara had brought\nwith her. Once inside, she quickly opened her bag and pulled out her Batgirl\noutfit. Some of her costume had been hidden under her street clothes. Her cowl\nhad been hidden inside the dildo box and her utility belt had been secreted in\nthe hidden pouch on the floor of her purse. No one ever looked inside the box\nand once they saw it and the crotchless panties, she was home free.
\nLooking at the time she realized she still had a half hour before the museum\nclosed. Once it did, she would give it another hour before the security sweeps\nand building maintenance had finished up before she would set up her ambush and\nwait for Lady Prudence and her cohorts to appear sometime after mid-night.
\nBarbara waited patiently in the dark. She could hear the cleaning crew come in\nto clean the adjacent bathroom. They even picked some restocked supplies from\nthe closet, but Barbara was able to conceal herself behind some shelving.\nEventually all sound in the tower drifted away into a deathly silence. Barbara\ncontinued to wait for another hour and then she waited another hour.
\nBarbara crept out of her hiding place, her ears peeled for the slightest sound\nof either Lady Prudence or the Beefeater Guards making their rounds through the\notherwise deserted museum.
\nAccording to her observations and prior knowledge, the guards would be making\nregular rounds through the museum every half hour, and using their keys to clock\nin each round of the displays.
\nPrudence would have exactly thirty minutes to clear out the snuff boxes and exit\nthe building before one of the Beefeaters would discover the crime and raise the\nalarm. From her closet hiding place, Barbara had confirmed the sound and rhythm\nof the patrols.
\nBarbara moved through the building towards the Royal Snuff Boxes. With roving\nfoot patrols, there was little worry about tripping the alarms as she moved\naround the building.
\nFinally, arriving at the cell that had been converted to a gallery for the\nprecious loot, Barbara was surprised to see the black metal bars still propped\nopen. The display case, still lit, but now empty of treasure, was the only\nsource of light. She slowed her advance through the dark. Inside was sitting a\nlone figure wearing the light blue dress of a custodian and the black Tudor hat\nand holding the wooden pike of a Beefeater.
\n“Well, if it isn’t Batgirl!” Lady Prudence’s voice broke the silence.
\nAt that moment, Barbara felt the tips of two steel pikes poking into her back.
\n“I’ve been waiting for you…”\n+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Part 6 Lady Prudence\nsmiled from her folding metal chair. Her long legs were pale white in the harsh\nlight of the display cabinet. The cheap light blue dress of the nightly cleaning\ncrew had bunched up on her thigh, helping expose more of her legs. Even wearing\nthe practical white flats of a domestic, her legs looked exceptional.
\n“I was starting to think you might not show up.” She pushed the brim of her\nTudor hat up so Barbara could confirm it was really Prudence. In her other hand\nshe held the shaft of one of the guard’s ceremonial pikes. On its head there was\na spear point and a smallish axe blade below it. Barbara assumed that whoever\nwas behind her was similarly armed. An excellent standoff weapon for fighting in\nnarrow halls of a late medieval fortress. In the open, Batgirl could probably\nhave disarmed both of her attackers, but in the confines of the Bloody Tower,\nshe would never get past the pikes.
\n“I thought I might find you here.” Barbara was going to bluff confidence, making\nsure Prudence felt doubt over the situation.
\n“I was counting on finding you here, Batgirl.” Prudence pulled herself up to her\nfeet, as if she had been exhausted by the effort of waiting. “I took care of\nyour friend Barbara Gordon last night, and I will take care of you tonight” She\nsmiled. Prudence was undeniably attractive, but her mouth formed a cold, dead\nsmile, telegraphing an aristocratic anger more than the warmth one might expect.
\nShe looked appreciatively at the wooden shaft of the pike. “We fogged the guard,\nso we could have an uninterrupted night of fun. I was hoping you'd show up with\na little more of your American punctuality, to maximize our time together.”
\nShe moved the point of the pike under Barbara’s chin, forcing her to raise it.\n“I was sorely disappointed when Miss Gordon showed up at my club last night. I\ndid not get the… how should I put it? The level of intimacy I would have liked.”
\n“But, I am not going to let you be such a disappointment.” Her cold, dead smile\nbroadened. “If you would kindly turn around, Batgirl..”
\nThe three women marched Barbara through the Bloody Tower. She assumed they were\nheading to the display of torture implements that she had examined before\nclosing. To her surprise, they passed through the room without even slowing\ndown. Instead they came to a non descript door that was labelled “Her Majesty’s\nSecret Lower Dungeon” and “Authorized Personnel Only.”
\nBarbara was pushed ahead of her three captors at spear point. The stair was a\nsteep winding stone spiral and Barbara was prodded into the dark by Prudence.\nUnable to see, Barbara could do nothing but comply. When she reached the bottom\nlanding, Prudence gave her a sharp push and turned on the dungeon lights.
\nThey were in a damp, moisture filled chamber. On one side of the chamber was\nstone trench deep enough for a medieval man to stand up in. It was more than\nadequate for Barbara’s diminutive five-three frame. Attached to the walls were a\npair of manacles hanging on either side metal collar and at the bottom of the\npit were a pair of spread out ankle chains.
\n“Down you go” Lady Prudence prodded Barbara with her pike. “You can go down\nthere yourself or I can push you down there with this pike. Your choice.”\nBarbara could feel the sharp metal point ripping her Bat-suit.
\nReluctantly, she lowered her hands to stoop down and jumped into the pit. When\nshe stood up, she had to look up to see over the rim of the pit.
\n“Excellent, now shackle your ankles to the walls.” She pointed to the two short\nchains with the open manacled protruding from the wall near the floor. “Make it\nquick Batgirl… We have a long night ahead… and I don’t want to waste a second of\nit… and close them with the locks.” She motioned to the pile of old, black metal\nlocks that were sitting on the floor.
\nBarbara complied, noting the locks were not so sophisticated that she would have\nany trouble opening them, if she could reach them.
\n“Very nice, I think this will do very nicely.” Prudence admired the wide spread\nbetween Batgirl’s feet. “Now, take one of the locks and put the collar on. Good,\nnow put your right hand in its manacle.”
\nOnce Barbara was secured at her neck and one wrist, Prudence signalled to one of\nher accomplices to climb down and finish the job.
\nBarbara recognized her as one of the accomplices from the night before. She\nbriefly speculated about how big Prudence’s gang at Ffogg Place might actually\nbe.
\nAs the female thug reached for Batgirl’s wrist, Barbara decided to make sure she\nhad a reminder of the evening. With a lightning fast move, Barbara jammed her\nelbow hard into the girl’s face, blood erupted from her nose and the girl\ntemporarily sank to the floor abandoning her attempt to close the final\nrestraint.
\n“Play nice, Batgirl…” Lady Prudence gave an entertained laugh as she watched her\nlackey temporarily incapacitated with the hit. She eventually stood back up,\nholding her broken nose with one hand and securing the remaining manacle with\nthe other.
\nNow that their victim was fully secured. The other hench woman helped her\ncompatriot out of the pit while Prudence retrieved a canvas bag from under the\nonly piece of furniture in the cell, a leather reading chair.
\nPrudence climbed down and personally examined Barbara’s predicament. Each chain\nholding her to the wall was only a scant six inches, providing almost no range\nof motion. Hardly enough to reach a neighboring restraint or enough space for\nwinding up a good punch or kick.
\n“Well done, Batgirl! I had expected you to land a shot or two at some point and\nyou did not disappoint.” She looked up at the girl who was now having her other\ncompanion setting her broken with a sickening crack sound followed by wails of\npain in the process. A cleaning rag was used to staunch the flood of blood\ncoming from her.
\n“I was very disappointed that I was not able to spend more time with your friend\nMiss Gordon last night. She was very nicely done up, cute, two piece outfit.\nLots of sparkly fringe, blue to match her eyes. I would have very much liked to\nhave taken her back to the Cricket Pavillion, but she showed up just as we were\npreparing to pull a heist. When I heard she was in town for the Library\nConference I assumed she would be coming with you in tow.
\n“I couldn’t imagine that her police commissioner daddy would let come to\nLondinium alone… not while the girl gangs were duking it out after her testimony\nput my aunt and uncle away.”
\n“That’s why I started this series of larcenies. She would’ve been foolish to\ncome to Londinium on her own, but I figured that we would snatch her later, but\nas my uncle, Lord Marmaduke, would say, ‘never put off killing a pest today that\nyou will have to kill tomorrow…’”
\n“This sub-dungeon has been off the tour for decades, far too damp for tourists.\nThey used to use it for a laundry, but everything they put down here would rust\nor get moldy.” Prudence pulled her sack down and placed it on the floor. “Of\ncourse, that goes without saying. Since this was used as a drowning pit…”
\n“Is that what you are planning for me? A drowning?” Barbara looked up at the two\nremaining hench women. They both kept their pikes at the ready, in case the\nmanacled and chained heroine should suddenly turn on them like she had on their\nhapless companion.
\n“No Batgirl, high tide won’t flood this room for another nine hours. Well after\nthe theft of the Royal Snuff Boxes is discovered.” Prudence drew a metal pull up\nbar from her bag. “Too have gotten this far, you must have realized that my\nlatest crimes were all variations of the crimes that were used to send my Aunt\nand Uncle away, have you not?”
\n“It was not very clever, Ireland Yard will recognize the pattern sooner or\nlater…” Barbara looked as Prudence braced the bar between the narrow walls of\nthe pit, just beneath her spread legs.
\n“Ah… But Batgirl, is soon, soon enough?” Prudence pushed down on the bar, making\nsure that it was solidly wedged into place.
\n“Why do you think this robbery was the only one that was a direct repeat of our\noriginal crimes?” She pulled out a pair of surgical shears.
\n“I don’t know, but I suppose you are going to tell me.” Barbara tried to shrink\naway from the shears.
\n“Of course I am…. You know I just love good gloat… You see, Batgirl, the crime\nwas completely pretextual. The real crime was to get you here.” She snipped away\nat the middle of Barbara’s spread legs, spreading the fabric to expose her\npussy. “You Americans use the term ‘snuff’ for something other than tobacco,\ndon’t you?”
\nBarbara immediately saw where Prudence was going with this. Her body reflexively\ntensed, There was nothing she was ever going to say that would change what was\ncoming next.
\n“American gangsters like to say ‘snuff’ when they need a euphemism for getting\nrid of someone, and ‘box’? Well, I think you already know that one…” Prudence\nstarted to finger Barbara’s labia and finding it already wet, inserted her\nfingers inside her captive. As her fingers aggressively penetrated Barbara’s\npussy, she leaned in a whisper, “I am going to snuff your box….” and kissed the\nside of Barbara's retreating cheek.
\n“You aren’t going to get away with this, Prudence. You're going to end up in\njail for a very long time.” There was very little Barbara could do other than\nbluff and bluster.
\n“Oh, Batgirl, the question shouldn’t be whether I get away with it, but whether\nI succeed.” She pointed at the floor. Water was seeping in from between the gaps\nin the stone. She lifted the bag and slung it over her shoulder and pulled out a\nlittle blue egg shaped device. A small metal chain dangled from it. “One of Lady\nEasterland’s ‘Easterland Eggs.’” She gave it a twist and the egg sprang to life.
\n“This serves a special purpose, but I will get to that later… In anycase, I have\nabout 12, 000 more, so I figured I could spare one. With that she started to\nwork the toy between the lips of her Barbara’s labia.
\nBarbara could feel her pussy flowering at the vibrating touch of the egg against\nher cunt. She moaned involuntarily as her pussy quickly wetted. In short order,\nPrudence had slipped the toy into the fold of Barbara’s labia and deep inside\nher.
\n“That famous addiction to danger is such a turn on. You know I am going to\ndispose of you and what do you do? You get deliciously wet…” Prudence cupped her\nhand against Batgirl’s pussy and could feel the egg vibrating through her body.
\nBarbara gasped reflexively at the sensation. She was mortified that Prudence was\nreading her so well. She fought to keep her composure.
\n“I doubt anyone will hear you anyway, but this is a signature of the Redchapel\nRipper… One of his, or rather my signature gags.” she pulled out a piece of\ncloth that was 15 cm long and 5 cm wide. It was made from a thick canvas.
\nBarbara knew from extensive experience that tape gags were terrible. Unless they\nwere wrapped multiple times around the head, they would almost immediately fall\noff or the victim would end up talking with a giant silver mustache as the tape\ncame undone from one lip or another.
\nThis one was different, impregnated into the canvas was a thick layer of yellow\nglue. Thicker and denser than a glue trap, Prudence peeled off the backing and\npushed it across Barbara’s mouth before she could react to the sight of it.
\nTrying to argue with Prudence, Barbara discovered the effectiveness of the gag.\nHer mouth was sealed shut.
\n“I came up with it with Aunt Penelope, she was always an enthusiastic supporter\nof bondage and fetish innovations.” Prudence resumed digging through the bag.\nShe tosses an old cloth covered extension cord up out of the pit, before pulling\nout a large metal device.
\n“She sent me this beast from Gotham, during her brief residence at Pinkston\nPalisades, which I understand, you were responsible for cutting short….” Barbara\nknew what it was and what it was capable of, but she fought to keep it out of\nher mind.
\n“This is a Genital Electric, 1934 double clutched vibrator. The great-grand\npappy of the venerable and ubiquitous Hitachi wands used today.” She hefted the\naluminium casing, the black head was old, blackened rubber and the body looked\nmore like it was designed more for refinishing furniture than relieving\n‘feminine hysteria.’ “I guess clits were made of tougher stuff back in the day…”
\n“And look, a handy mounting clamp.” Prudence attached the Genital Electric, 1934\nto the metal bar that wedged between her spread thighs.
\n“This beast is designed to go to eleven, but I will set it at number four. I\ndon’t want it to damage the masonry as much as I want it to damage your pussy.”\nWith the head of the virator snug against her sex, Prudence lashed it in place\nwith some ropes. Then she wrapped the power cord around the bar back to the\nother side of the pit and up to the extension cord.
\n“I wouldn’t want to plug this thing in while standing in a pit filled with\nwater…” Both looked down, the water had already risen above Barbara’s ankle\nboots and it was visibly rising. Instinctively, Barbara pulled at the chains on\nthe walls. They had been anchored there centuries ago and would be there\ncenturies from now. Prudence started the climb out of the wet pit.
\n“Now, Batgirl, in case you haven't figured it out, let me explain. That\npositively fiendish old vibrator is soon to be plugged into this special,\nridiculously high voltage outlet that remains from when this space was set up as\na laundry.” Prudence motioned to blackened old sign that read ‘Danger, High\nVoltage.’ “I’ve replaced the fuse for the outlet with a bar of solid copper. I\nimagine that I am about to black out half of Londinium to kill you, but that is\nwhy I brought a flashlight.”
\n“That lovely metal chain from Lady Easterland’s Easter Egg is going to make sure\nthat when the water rises far enough, it will cook you from the inside out…”\nLady Prudence slid into the brown leather chair, kicked off her wet shoes and\nlifted one leg over the chair leg, spreading them to expose a pair of lacey\nblack panties to Barbara. “You don’t mind if I watch, do you?”
\nIs this the End of Batgirl? Easterland’s Easter Egg poaching her from the inside\nout? Is Lady Prudence wanking off because she likes girls or because she likes\nkilling? Tune in same Bat-Time, Same Bat Channel\n++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
\nPart 7 Yanking and twisting on the short chains, Barbara looked at Lady Prudence\nFfogg, mistress of Ffogg Place. Her thighs were spread wide as she kept her gaze\nfixed on Barbara. One leg over the arm of the leather chair. A purple sex toy\nwas sliding in and out of her body and her fingers massaging her clit in rhythm\nwith the vibrator.
\nThe sex toys lodged between her own legs were having their own effect on\nBarbara. The Genital Electric, 1934, even at a relatively modest setting of\nfour, was giving her a series of bone rattling orgasms. The rustic relic of\nPInky Pinkston’s estate worked on her from the outside, while Lady Easterland’s\nEaster Egg stimulating her from within, and the apparent hopelessness of her\npredicament kept Barbara a victim of one crippling orgasm after another.
\nBarbara tried to scream through her gag, but little sound made it past the\nthick, stiff glue that held her lips together. She pushed her hips out in an\nattempt to get the rubber head of the vibrator off her clit, but when she backed\noff, it moved right back with her.
\nThe entire time Barbara was struggling for her life, she had Prudence’s eyes\nlaser focused on her. As she fought for her life, she made a realization.\nPrudence wasn’t looking into her eyes the way some other criminals, like Pirate\nPrincess or Minerva might have. She was looking at the rising water.
\nThe water in the pit wasn’t moving, except in response to the limited thrashing\nBarbara could manage. But it was still steadily advancing up the walls of the\npit. It hadn’t taken long before the water was clearing Barbara’s knees and\ninching towards the electric cord and the ungrounded sex toy. She could feel the\ntingle of leaking voltage coming from the crude device and she could see the\nwater rising towards nearly century old wiring.
\nBarbara could hardly tell the difference between dream and consciousness as she\nsaw one of Prudence’s hench women come into the small dungeon and lean down to\nwhisper something to her boss. Prudence slowly pulled her sex toy from between\nher legs and rested blissfully for a moment, fixed her panties and with a\nsatisfied groan, got to her feet. She stood at the edge of the pit and looked\ndown at Barbara.
\n“It seems there is no rest for the wicked, Batgirl. In the next ten to fifteen\nminutes, your goose will be cooked, or rather your pussy will be…” She dropped\nher sex toy into her bag and stood looking down at her victim. “Apparently, I am\nhaving a run on redheads. I have some other business to attend to at Ffogg\nPlace.” Prudence made a cursory wiping down of her chair and the other objects\nshe had touched while in the dungeon.
\n“It was lovely catching up with you, Batgirl.” She gave one of her cold\naristocratic smiles and followed her henchwoman back up into the Tower of\nLondinium.
\nBarbara could hear the sound of the metal grate being closed and then the outer\ndoor to the dungeon being double locked.
\nClosing her eyes, Barbara thanked god that she was finally alone. The last thing\nshe wanted to see in her life was Prudence jerking off while she dies. She was\nexhausted by the constant stimulation, but she couldn’t give up.
\nThe Easterland Egg and the vintage vibrator were assaulting her inside and out,\nbut even in the midst of multiple orgasms, something stuck in Barbara’s head…
\nWhat did Prudence mean by “a run on redheads”? Slowly through her brain fog, she\nrealized Pepper must have turned up at Ffogg Place. But why?
\nThe thought that Pepper was going to be subjected to whatever freak show torture\ndevices that might be below the Cricket Pavillion woke Barbara up. She looked\ndown between her legs and could see the water had risen to the level of the\nmetal bar. The coiled power cord was already submerged in several places. It was\na miracle she hadn’t already been electrocuted. There were only a few inches of\nwater that separated the metal vibrator casing from the rising river water.
\nShe wasn’t going to have much time, but she at least had a glimmer of a\npossibility, but now that Prudence had abandoned her vigil, there was a chance.
\nForgetting about the rising water and her impending electrocution, Barbara\nlooked at her left hand. That wrist was a tiny fraction narrower than her right.\nThe shackles had been hand forged to fit a man’s wrist, but hundreds of years\nago men tended to be much shorter than today. The slick silk of her glove lining\nhad actually been designed for just this eventuality.
\nBarbara worked her thumb into the palm of her hand and closed her straightened\nfingers around it. Slowly she tried to pull her hand out through the gap. The\ncrude, rusted metal of the manacles caught on the thin leather of the gloves.\nFocussing and twisting her hand around in the cuff, she could feel her wrist\ntwisting inside the glove.
\nHer hand felt stuck, and it would have been much easier for her if the manacle\nhad been held straight, yet this was all she had to work with. She was exhausted\nby cold water and constant sexual stimulation. But now she knew that her new\nfriend was going to face a similarly sadistic fate.
\nShe kept pulling hard on the manacle, her hand ached, and she could feel her\nthumb on the verge of dislocating. Suddenly she felt her thumb pass through the\nnarrow restriction and her hand slipped out of the glove and it was left hanging\nin the manacle.
\nHer hand was almost numb from being held up and away from her body for so long.\nHer first instinct was to reach for the lock picks on her Batgirl utility belt,\nbut her fingers were so weak she couldn’t unclip the fastener.
\nInstead, she realized the most important thing was to stop the metal vibrator\nfrom shorting out in the water that was still seeping into the sub-dungeon. She\nreached across the pit and tried to grab the power cord that led the high\nvoltage outlet. With her neck and left arm still pinned to the wall, she\nrealized that she couldn’t reach the power cable.
\nThe old power cord was covered in fabric which was probably covering rotted and\ncracked rubber insulation. Despite her fear of getting the live electrical wire\nwet, Barbara had no choice but to pull on the wire wrapped around the metal bar.
\nWith time running out she pulled at the cable until the dangling wire was within\nher reach. She grabbed it and gave a hard tug, only to find there was several\nfeet of unused slack in the wire.
\nIt was with horror that Barbara watched the vibrator’s plug start to fall from\nthe stone floor into the pit. Barbara’s lightning reflexes that had been\nconditioned to a razor’s edge was the only thing that saved her. She reached out\nand grabbed the falling wire and yanked it from the wall in a split second.
\nThe now lifeless wire plunked in the dark, cold waters of the pit. The rough\nstimulation of the Genital Electric 1934 with a double clutch went silent.\nEasterland’s Egg continued to vibrate inside her, but compared to ½ horsepower\npower tool that had been banging away at her clit for the past hour or more, it\nwas nothing.
\nBarbara yanked on the bar to dislodge from the wall and it immediately sank into\nthe pit harmlessly. Breathing a sigh of relief she took another try at opening\nher Batgirl utility belt. Enough of her circulation had returned to her hand\nthat she was finally able to get out her lock picks.
\nThe old locks were not complicated, but unlatching them required physical force\nto move the mechanism, something she was sorely lacking at the moment.
\nThe cold Thames water had continued to flood into the pit and frigid river water\nlapped at her pussy, bringing her fully awake. Even with her hand free she could\nbarely reach her other wrist, but eventually, she heard the mechanism click open\nand she was able to release her other arm.
\nAfter shaking out her left arm, Barbara reached into the water, which had risen\nto hips and gently pulled on the chain attached to Lady Easterland’s Egg. The\ndevice had worked itself deep inside her body and it was still enthusiastically\nengaging itself with her pussy. Her sex had been thoroughly tenderized inside\nand out from her ordeal, so the relief of removing it was tempered with the\nexcessively sensitive condition of her clit.
\nIt felt good to be free of the sex toys and the manacle on her neck came away\nwith little trouble. Peeling the gag off her mouth was relatively painful, as it\nwas also taking with it the peach fuzz underneath.
\nThe water had risen up to her belly by the time she was able to set to work on\nher ankle shackles. For those she had to submerge completely underwater and the\nmechanisms had been severely corroded by years of repeated submersion in briny\nriver water.
\nWet and exhausted, Barbara climbed out of the pit. She fumbled to put her glove\nback on and looked up at the exit to the dungeon. The metal gates and doors were\ngoing to be easy compared to her ordeal in the pit.
\nBarbara moved through the still silent Tower of Londinium. She found the guards\nstill mostly asleep from Prudence’s Ffogg fog. A couple of them were starting to\nstir when she left the building. She was willing to bet that neither she nor\nPrudence’s gang were video taped entering or exiting the building, Prudence was\nmuch too experienced and cagey for that rooky mistake.
\nTired as she was, Barbara knew that she needed to get to Ffogg Place. Why Pepper\nhad gone there was a mystery, but what Prudence would do to her once caught, was\nnot.
\nBatgirl slipped into the darkened subway tunnel and made her way to the\nabandoned tube station where her Batgirl cycle and extra costumes were stored.
\nAs quickly as she could manage she stripped out of her destroyed batsuit and put\non a fresh one. The multiple tears and holes from the pikes and the torn up\ncrotch and stains from the mildly fetid riverwater made her look like a casting\nreject from the zombie apocalypse. She took some time to clean out her cuts and\napply antibiotic patches to her several wounds.
\nDonning her damp boots and her clammy wet cowl, Barbara mounted her purple\nmotorcycle, Alfred had added a yellow “bat” decals to the gas tank when he\nacquired it for her. For some reason he held a passive aggressive dislike for\nBatman’s determined defense of the Batman trademarks. Leaving her ersatz\nBatcave, Barbara gunned her bike towards Ffogg Place.
\n++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++= Part 8\nMeanwhile, in the dungeon beneath the old Cricket Pavillion at Ffogg Place….
\nLady Prudence looked down at her most recent acquisition. A delightful redhead!
\n“Come now, Pepper, if that is really your name. It’s time to fess up and tell me\nwhat’s what…” Prudence had discarded her drab blue museum maintenance dress for\nsomething more suitable for the occasion, a black leather minidress, bollaro\njacket, with come fuck-me pumps, stockings and a conspicuous absence of\nunderwear.
\n“You were at the Lesbo A-Go-Go dancing with Barbara Gordon just the other night.\nThen you suddenly turn up lurking, uninvited around Ffogg Place?” Prudence\nrubbed the handle of her leather flogger along the cheek of her latest captive.
\n“I ‘on’t ‘ow what ‘ou are ‘alking about….” was all that Pepper managed to say\nthrough her thick knotted PVC gag. “I ‘as ‘rying ‘o ‘ind the ‘ervice en’rance..”\nPepper realized this excuse was not working, especially now that she was tied\nnaked with her legs spread and her wrists tied on either side of her head on the\nheavy wooden table. She was still groggy from the paralyzing fog that she had\ninadvertently triggered while crossing the lawn.
\nShe thought of bringing up the idea of being sent to steal samples of the\nrenowned “Aftergrass” for Bruce Wayne, but she realized the opportunity to claim\nthat was past…
\n“Well, Miss Gordon is no longer with us, and soon, neither shall you…” Prudence\ntraced the end of her flogger across Pepper’s pale white skin. She admired her\ncaptives’ long red tresses, her freckled face and shoulders and the bright\ninquisitive eyes that were presently wide with fear and anticipation.
\n“Perhaps, you were looking for the missing shipment of Lady Easterland’s missing\nEaster Eggs?” Prudence moved down the girl’s body. She was delightfully fit and\nshe was a very good struggler… not that it would do her any good. Her bush had\nbeen neatly trimmed. For her friend Miss Gordon, perhaps?
\n“I really am looking forward to getting some answers from you… of course, you\nnot giving me any also presents some delicious possibilities….” Prudence ran her\nhand up Pepper’s innerthigh, all the way to the ropes that framed her crotch. A\nrope went around her waist, and two ropes went around the top of each thigh with\nthe head of one of Easterland's Hitachi knock-offs forcing the wand deep into\nthe folds of her labia. A rope had been tied on either side of the vibrator up\nthe waist rope, forming a tight diamond of rope below her belly button.
\nNo matter how the girl moved, the vibrator was going to move right along with\nher.
\nPrudence felt up Pepper’s thigh. “You are an enthusiastic struggler, aren’t you?\nYour pussy is all wet without me having done anything… yet.” Prudence sniffed\nher fingers. “Of course that will just make what I have planned all the more\nfun…..”
\nLady Prudence wheeled a cart to the table. Stacked on the cart were a collection\nof crude electronics. With a smiling efficiency, she pulled out a box of medical\nelectrodes, and started opening them up and laying them out next to Pepper.
\nSeeing this Pepper started squirming uselessly in her bondage. “ ‘Ou ‘on’t et\na’way w’th ‘is.” She shouted through her gag.
\n“Of course I will? Who’s going to stop me? Batgirl? She’s boiled Bat-bolognaise\nby now… Barbara Gordon is up to her neck in Londinium mud…” Prudence hesitated.\n“You think I am going to do some sort of sick electrocution torture?” She\nlaughed. “No, it was Batgirl that got that treatment. For you I have something\nmore interesting in mind…”
\nPrudence had a sadistic smirk on her face as she selected spots around Pepper’s\nbody for the electrodes, several went on her inner thighs, inches from her\npussy. A couple more were centered around her chest, to monitor breathing and\nher pulse. Several were positioned on her forehead.
\n“You see, Pepper-whatever-your-real-name is, I have always had a fascination\nwith orgasms and women… you might call it a fetishization of the female orgasm…\nI looovvve having them, I love giving them…. Just not like most people would\nexpect…”
\nAs she admired her handiwork she touched herself under her short leather dress.\n“I have found that there is nothing more exhilarating than a female in orgasm…\nThe French call them le petit morde, the little death…. Interestingly, I have\ndiscovered that with just a little help they can actually become the ‘grande\nfinale’”
\nShe looked at Pepper. “Oh, don’t get so scared… that’s not what I have planned\nfor you at all… well not right away… How I’ll get rid of you depends entirely\nwhether you answer my questions or not….”
\n“For now, I am interested in something much more prosaic and not likely to be\nparticularly lethal, well, I don’t expect it to be. But, I have been wrong\nbefore….” Prudence spit on her finger tips and started to massage Pepper’s\npussy.
\nPepper moaned into her gag. Her thighs were starting to quiver, just as Prudence\npulled her fingers away. She looked at the equipment screen, adjusted some of\nthe dials and set the power meter.
\n“No, I am going to see how orgasm denial works as a form of torture… You do seem\nto be a very sexual woman… Everytime you come within seconds of cumming… the\nelectrodes will sense the changes in your heart rate, skin moisture electrical\nactivity and shut down this lovely pussy ravaging sex toy. No matter how excited\nand ready to go you are…. It will all be for naught…. Over and over and over…\nUnless you answer my questions…Sort of a lie detector for your pussy… except\nwith orgasms… Now, who are you, really? Why have you been sneaking around Lesbo\nA-Go-Go? What is your connection with Barbara Gordon? Why did you try to break\ninto Ffogg Place? Are you a copper?”
\nShe laughed… “lots of really good orgasms for a lot of good answers… If not, I\ncan keep this up for days… or we could try… more interesting means of\npersuasion…” Prudence gave a laugh and activated the vibrator that was pressed\ndeep into the folds of Pepper’s labia.
\nAt first Pepper tried to use what limited range of motion her hips had to see if\nshe could dislodge the device from her clit, but there was no chance of doing\nthat. Next she bucked her pelvis back and forth. The sensation was devilish; she\nwas quickly being over stimulated, her pussy was grinding against the vibrator\nand within seconds she was puffing through her teeth as she bit into her gag….\nJust as she was on the cusp of orgasm, she felt the vibrator go dead.
\nNo matter how she tried to maneuver her body or her pelvis, she just couldn’t\nget herself over the finish line. Pepper grunted in frustration. Prudence\nwatched from the exit touching herself in time with the frustrated bucking and\ngrinding of her victim.
\n“I’ll be back in a few hours and we’ll see if this has loosened your lips as\nmuch as it has you clit.” She gave her usual casually cruel laughs. But this\ntime it was twinged with a satisfied excitement. She turned out the light so her\nvictim could suffer frustration in darkness.
\nIs Pepper’s pussy powerless against Prudence’s perversions? Is Batgirl coming to\nthe rescue or is there another trap laying in wait? Find out! same Bat-channel,\nSame Bat-time.
\n++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Part 9 Barbara was tired. The wind\nraced across her cowl, helping to dry it. Her boots were still somewhat squishy,\nbut she needed to get to Ffogg Place. Somehow, Pepper had gotten it into her\nhead to go snooping around Prudence’s trap infested property.
\nWorse yet, the Ffoggs had used it as an illicit sex retreat for possibly\ncenturies. Barbara had first hand experience in the sex dungeon under the\nCricket Pavillion, but she had no idea what other secrets were hidden in the\ndark recesses of the main house or other building around the property.
\nIf Pepper had been captured by Lady Prudence and her gang, where would they take\nher? Prudence would almost certainly interrogate her, before subjecting her to\nsome grisly fate. Now that Barbara knew Prudence and her gang were responsible\nfor the killings attributed to the Redchapel Ripper, Pepper’s fate would be\nsealed if Batgirl couldn’t get to her soon.
\nBarbara rode her Batgirl cycle through the Londinium countryside to the\noutskirts of the walled estate. She avoided the main gate. She knew it had\ncameras and a little guard shack to that was almost certainly manned.
\nHow many people worked for the Ffoggs? Most of the male thugs had disappeared\nwhen Marmaduke had been arrested and Penelope Peasoup had sailed with about a\nhalf dozen gang members when she tried to set up her Crime School for Girls in\nGotham.
\nPrudence was trying to reestablish her gang amongst the crowded line-up of\nLondinium girl gangs vying to fill the vacuum created by the collapse created by\nthe arrests of the Ffoggs.
\nBarbare guessed that Prudence had only a half dozen hardcore members and maybe\n20 or so hangers-on that were sometimes participants, spying and informing for\nher. Ffogg Place held all the secrets, only Prudence’s inner circle would be\nallowed free rein inside its walls. And they can’t be everywhere at once…
\nBarbara climbed on the seat of her motorcycle and balanced on it for a second\nbefore leaping at the wall into Ffogg Place. She clung to the top of the wall\nand easily pulled herself on top. She looked back and the little bike had tipped\nover next to the wall behind a bush.
\nLowering herself down the inside wall around Ffogg Place, Barbara landed on the\nsoft, dew softened Aftergrass, Bruce Wayne spent so much time talking about on\nthe five day voyage back to Gotham.
\nShe found him boring as all fuck, but the grass really did feel very nice as she\nlanded and rolled across it. Maybe Daddy should look at getting some for his\nhouse…
\nBarbara made her way across the open lawn to the Cricket Pavillion. Ffogg Place\nwas showing the signs of neglect. Prudence had only returned to the property\nrecently and it had been a few years since Marmaduke and Penelope had been\narrested. She was betting that Prudence had been focused on bringing the\nLondinium underworld back to heel rather than spending thousands of pounds on\nreturning Ffogg Place to it’s former glory.
\nThe only fog that rolled across the property was the one that occurred\nnaturally. The property was deserted with only a few lights on at the manor\nhouse, some perimeter lights and the Cricket Pavillion. The door to the Cricket\nPavillion was invitingly ajar, but Batgirl had no intention of taking the bait.
\nInstead, she worked her way around behind the building and found the main gas\ncontrol. The same one that Prudence had used to protect the Ffogg’s illicit\nbooty and trap Batgirl in the dungeon. She quietly closed the valve and\ndeactivated the system before sneaking in through a skylight.
\nOnce inside, Barbara found stacks of crates all marked with the logo of Lady\nEasterland’s signature line of sex toys. The rest of the illicit loot Prudence\nhad acquired was probably in here, too, but Barbara was more interested in\nfinding her friend than recovering ancient sex tokens and whatever else Prudence\nhad stolen since being released from Slutmoor Prison.
\nBarbara remembered the entrance to the dungeon under the Pavillion and wasted no\ntime in picking the lock and disabling a rather poorly designed alarm system.\nGiven time, Prudence would certainly have made some upgrades, but it seemed that\nwhatever she had arranged had been enough to capture Pepper.
\nOnce she was through the door, she looked from the upper landing and saw Pepper,\nstrapped to a bondage table and writhing to escape.
\nEven from the other side of the chamber, she could hear the electric buzz of the\nwand that was snugged between her friend’s legs.
\nBarbara wasted no time, leapt down to the dungeon floor and made her way to\nPepper. Even before she reached her, the buzzing stopped and Pepper was grinding\nher hips against the electric wand giving a frustrated scream from her gagged\nmouth.
\nPulling the gag from Pepper’s mouth, Barbara could see the anguish in her face.
\n“Barbara…. Please… Please… finish me….” Tears were rolling from Pepper’s eyes.
\n“Wha’ what do you mean?” Barbara was shocked that Pepper was calling her by her\nreal name and asking for something so terrible….
\n“Make me cum… I can’t take it… the frustration is killing me….” Pepper’s hips\nwere grinding against the head of the dead sex toy, deprived once again of a\ntantalizingly close orgasm. “Please. This is driving me crazy…”
\nIt took Barbara a second to realize what Pepper really wanted and another second\nfor her to get over the weirdly inappropriateness of the request.
\nBarbara reached down and put her fingers on the head of her clit, and gave her\nfriend a few gentle strokes and could feel Pepper being thrust into a rapid\nstring of orgasms… one after another as all her pent up sexual energy came out\nin gushing orgasm after gushing orgasm.
\nAfter a few moments Pepper wilted back into the table. Her body fell limp\nagainst her bonds.
\n“Oh, my god….” She looked up at Barbara, “I really needed that…”
\nPepper lay limp and almost motionless as Barbara unbuckled the medical\nrestraints that held down.
\n“Why did you call me Barbara?” Barbara was busted, but she wasn’t going to give\nup without at least some protest.
\nLaying naked and still blissfully glowing from the rapid and intense sexual\nrelease. Pepper looked up at Batgirl. “I knew who you were all along… sorry I\nblew your cover…” Pepper, now that her arms were free, sat up on the table\nrubbing blood back into her extremities as Barbara continued to undo her\nbondage.
\n“How?” Barbara had only met Pepper a day ago, but somehow figured out, during a\nsession sexual torture that she was also Batgirl.
\n“We met briefly when you were in Londinium the first time.” Pepper was slipping\noff the table and wiped herself down with a towel that had been laying nearby.\n“My Step-father is Chief Inspector Watson. The moment I saw you, I realized you\nwere my doppleganger… A father that wants to keep you away from the dangers of\ncrime fighting… all the physical and mental preparations, and he wants you safe\nin a library. My dad insisted I ended up in the British Museum, far from any\nreal action or danger.”
\n“Nobody becomes a collegiate champion in martial arts and has some of the high\nprofile girlfriends you’ve had… And is satisfied with shelving books.” Pepper\nreached for her clothes, a pair of brown leather booty shorts, a matching\nleather vest and knee high boots. “You are too fucking accomplished to be just\nslumming around a library all day.”
\n“I was already investigating the Lesbo A-Go-Go when you showed up the other\nnight. I knew Lady Prudence was out for you when I pulled you onto the dance\nfloor. I didn’t think she would go after you so fast, but I didn’t realize they\nwere running on a tight schedule. Prudence already planned the truck heist.”
\nPepper finished pulling on her boots and zipping them up. “I think you saved my\nlife… If Prudence and her gang had realized that I was on to them, she would\nhave put me in that teacup and I doubt I wouldn’t have lasted as long as you\ndid. It took me a while to realize where they were taking you and to get up onto\nthe roof.”
\n“I am sure we can remedy that oversight…” Prudence and four of her hench women\nwere standing at the top of the dungeon stairs, blocking the only exit.\n“Batgirl, you continue to be delightfully difficult to kill.” Prudence was still\ndressed in latex-slut-coutour outfit. Her four minions were in matching pleated\nmini skirts and white blouses and saddle shoes.. Each one carried a metal short\nsword and a small gladiatorial shield.
\n“Five against two, Batgirl… I thought I would make it sporting. I had the fuck\nchair repaired…. Just for you…” Prudence directed her four hench women at the\ntwo heroines. “Alive if possible, but dead if necessary.”
\nWith that, the four young women leapt down to the floor of the dungeon and\nstarted to encircle the two heroines. Barbara instinctively moved back to keep\nas much distance as she could between the swords and herself. Pepper pulled\nback, closing ranks with Batgirl, the better to defend themselves.
\nBarbara made her way over to an unlit brazer. On the side of the dungeon floor.\nShe grabbed one of the metal pokers from it and tossed it to Pepper. “Catch” she\nshouted and then pulled another poker for herself from the brazer.
\nNow armed, Batgirl and Pepper rushed the four women. Despite having shields and\nblades, the four broke off their attack and formed a defensive cluster in the\nopen space of the dungeon. Barbara knew that she and Pepper were going to have\nthe upperhand. Pepper, following Barbara’s lead, rushed at the four warriors,\nraising the metal spike and swinging hard to force the women to break off and\nretreat.
\nHer first swing made contact with a metal shield. The girl holding had not been\nready for the ferocity of the attack lost her grip on the shield, even so, she\ntook a swipe at Pepper with her sword, which Pepper easily dodged.
\nBarbara, who had some weapons training and some practical experience with Olga’s\nscimitar wielding Cossacks was easily able to parry the criminal college girls'\nattacks and disarmed them one at a time.
\nWith her gang defeated, Prudence grabbed one of the discarded swords off the\nfloor and was backing towards the stair.
\nBarbara moved to cut off her retreat, while Pepper faced off against her.
\n“She’s mine, Batgirl” Pepper could have picked up a fresh weapon from the\nground, but stuck with the crude iron poker she had been using. She made a\nfeinted attack, caught the short blade against her piece of iron and in one move\nsent the sword flying out of Prudence’s hand and out of reach.
\nPepper dropped her weapon and moved in on Prudence.
\n“Prudence…” Pepper assumed a fighting stance with the intention of ending the\nfight shortly.
\n“Next time you tie someone up…” She launched a rounding kick into the villain’s\nside. Prudence partially doubled over.
\n“Make…” Pepper landed a second hit with a solid jab to her face.
\n“Sure…” A second sweeping kick that knocked Prudence’s legs out from under her.
\n“That…” Prudence was now on the ground. She was stunned by the ferocity of the\nattack as Pepper gave her a right cross to the chin.
\n“They…” Prudence was no longer able to fight back, much less defend herself.
\n“Cum…” Pepper followed through with a left jab that connected solidly just below\nPrudence’s eye.
\n“Easy there, Cowgirl….” Barbara was collecting the weapons the gang had\ndiscarded.
\n“Sorry, I’ve been a little frustrated this evening….” Pepper looked down at her\nswelling knuckles. “I never barefisted anyone before.”
\n++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
\nPart 10 Barbara was relieved to have someplace to hang out her last couple of\ndays in Londium. Pepper’s apartment wasn’t big, but it was more spacious than\nher hotel room had been.
\nBarbara looked at Pepper’s hand. Her knuckles were swollen and the bruises were\ngoing to take days to go away.
\n“If you are going to pursue this vigilante crime fighting thing, can I give you\na few suggestions?” Barbara pressed the bag of frozen peas back over the injured\nfist.
\n“Sure.” Pepper winced in pain as the ice cold vegetables closed around hand.
\n“First, buy some ice trays and a proper ice bag. No one is going to want to eat\nyour repeatedly thawed and refrozen peas. It’s a little disgusting.”
\n“Noted,” Pepper had been thinking the same thing when she brought out the bag\nthe second and then third time.
\n“Second, buy some proper gloves so when you punch someone in the face you don’t\nbreak your hand. The idea is to make the other guy go to the hospital, not\nyourself. I have a lady, Edna. She makes fantastic gloves and kit. I’ll get her\nnumber for you. Her prices are pretty reasonable and she doesn’t charge much\nextra if you want something custom. Just be careful not to mention capes, she\nhates capes.”
\n“You have a cape…”
\n“Yes, but as she put it, ‘it is short, fun, flirty and accents your ass very\nnicely.’” Barbara had always loved that comment and had so few people to share\nit with. “Catwoman uses her, too.”
\n“Catwoman?” Pepper’s ears perked up at a name she recognized. “You know\nCatwoman?”
\n“Sort of… it’s complicated…” Barbara wasn’t interested in explaining how\ncomplicated.
\n“Isn’t she considered an Arch-Criminal?” Pepper was momentarily distracted from\nthe pain in her hand.
\n“Well sort of…”
\n“Is she a frenemy?” Pepper wanted to lean in to see if there was any juice to\nsqueeze. “Frenemy with benefits?”
\nBarbara snorted back her laugh, “Sort of, it’s complicated….”
\nJust then there was a knock on the door of Pepper’s flat. She got up and went to\nthe door.
\n“Hello Papa! What brings you here?” Pepper ushered Chief Inspector Watson into\nher living room.
\n“Well, I understand Miss Gordon has been staying with you the last several days\nand I wanted to come by and personally extend my apologies for not having gotten\nback to her sooner.” He took off his tweed coat and hung it by the door.
\nHe shook Barbara’s hand with a small bow and sat down on a chair across from the\ntwo ladies. “We have had a bloody awful time with these Londinium Girl Gangs\nsince Lady Prudence was released from Slutmoor Prison, I just haven’t had the\ntime to take care of any of my more social duties. I hope your Father is well,\nMiss Gordon…”
\n“He sends his best, but I was wanting to tell you about something I learned\nabout the Tipton Tea Sign above the Let’s Go A-Go-Go.”
\n“You mean Lady Prudence, using it to get rid of her girl-gang competitors? We\nreceived an anonymous tip about that just a few hours after your call…” Chief\nInspector Watson was starting to load his pipe when he caught Pepper giving him\na cross look. He immediately pushed it back into his pocket. “We have a tipster\nthat calls in with remarkably prescient tips every now and again. It’s almost\nlike she knows exactly what we need for our cases…”
\n“She?” Barbara glanced at pepper.
\n“Well, I’ve never talked with her, but she has been calling in tips for sometime\nnow. Quite accurate, almost like she is out there running leads for the Yard.”
\n“It sounds like you should hire her…” Barbara gave Pepper a wink.
\n“Oh, we could never do that… Crime fighting is not for the fairer folk, much too\ndangerous. That’s why I made sure Pepper was able to get a steady job at the\nBritish Museum, at least until she finds a man that can properly take care of\nher…”
\n“But, Inspector Watson, I thought I heard that Batgirl turned up and actually\ncaptured Lady Prudence and her gang?” Barbara was used to this game, she played\nit often enough with her own father.
\n“Yes, well that was fortuitous, but I think we would have eventually been able\nto stop her crime spree with the venerable talents of Her Majesty’s Ireland\nYard.” With that Watson stood up and moved to get his coat. “Have a lovely rest\nof your stay in Londinium, Miss Gordon… I doubt you will have a better tour\nguide than Pepper.”
\n“Oh, yesss, Pepper has shown me quite a few sights over the last couple of\ndays.”
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