Batgirl Makes the Siren Wail…
\nBy Sneakly Barbara, in her guise as Batgirl, dropped the clutch on her\nBatgirl-cycle and accelerated towards her fathers office at Police Headquarters.\nIt was very unlike him to not return her calls and she was curious to know why\nshe had not heard from him in more than a day.
\nReluctantly, she had called Chief O’Hara. She usually thought of him as her\ncreepy Irish uncle, so avoided too much personal contact as possible. But this\nwas so unlike her father, she decided to take a chance.
\nO’Hara said that he, the Commissioner and Baman were working on a special\nhigh-priority case that he couldn’t share with her.
\nBarbara, never one to take “no” for an answer, had decided they might not share\nit with the head of Gotham City’s Branch Library, but they would likely share it\nwith Batgirl. If she showed up in her father’s office. Batman and Robin were\nloath to share information (or the spotlight) with Batgirl, but O’Hara and\nGordon were much more inclined to accept her help. They appreciated Batgirl\nbecause she attached no conditions to her crime fighting efforts. No helipads or\nmarina space required.
\nShe pulled into the police lot and bound into Head Quarters. Heading to her\nfathers office, she noticed how subdued the building seemed. The usual bustle of\na major precinct was absent.
\n‘Could this all be part of the operation her father was planning with Batman?’\nshe thought.
\nBarbara bounded into her father’s office, a sense of excitement building. She\nresented being kept out of the loop, but that was par for the course. Batman and\nmale hierarchy of Gotham resented her presence, regardless of how effective she\nhad been. Chief O’Hara had spent a lot of mental energy trying to figure out how\nBatman figured into Batgirl’s recent capture of Minerva.
\nBarabara walked briskly into her father’s office letting her short cape swish\nwith a flourish as closed the door.
\nBatman, Robin, O’Hara and Commissioner Gordon were standing around her fathers\ndesk looking at what appeared to be a street map.
\n“Hello Commissioner! I heard you and Batman were working on a special\ninvestigation. I thought I would check if there was anything I could do to\nhelp…” Barbara marched up to the street map and looked at what seemed like a\nroute planned from the Gotham Central Bank to the Airport.
\n“Batgirl, how did you find out about this meeting? I specifically asked that you\nnot be involved…” Batman looked annoyed.
\n“Oh, little birdy told me…” Barbara gave a demure smile at Batman. Anything to\npiss him off a little more…. She glanced at where O’Hara had been standing, but\nhe was gone. “What are you planning? Is one of the Arch Criminals planning to\nrob Gotham Central?”
\n“Not quite, Batgirl,” Commissioner Gordon smiled enthusiastically. “We are.”
\n“What do you mean, Commissioner?” Barbara was taken aback by his glib tone.
\n“We are going to do it for Lorei, the most gorgeous criminal in Gotham” Robin\npiped in. At that moment Lorelei Circie, the devilish villain Barbara knew as\n“Siren” spun around to reveal herself seated behind the Commissioner’s desk in\nher father’s overstuffed leather chair.
\n“That’s right Batgirl… I expected to have to deal with you eventually, but now\nis just as good a time as any…” Siren’s black hair was piled high on her head.\nHer metallic silver micro-mini dress displayed her feminine assets. Barbara knew\nSiren’s captivating note could hypnotize men when she hit three octaves above\nhigh-C, but her long legs, narrow waist and perky tits were more than a match\nfor most men in any regard.
\n“Chief O’Hara, grab Batgirl.” Siren leaned forward to see what would happen.
\nO’Hara, who had already moved behind the unsuspecting Batgirl, reached for her\narms and grabbed her from behind. Barbara was caught off guard and the Chief,\ndespite his bumbling demeanor, had decades of experience as a beat cop and\neasily a hundred pound weight advantage quickly seized Barbara before she had a\nchance to react. He forced her arms behind her back and pinned them there.
\nBarbara could have crippled O’Hara with a few deft moves, but did not want to\nput her full force into injuring her father’s best friend and her god father,\neven if he did give off a creepy old man vibe. Within a few seconds he had\nBatgirl under his control. If she had chosen to cripple him, the moment was\npast.
\n“Yes, Batgirl, I had fully intended to take care of you eventually. But, now\nwill have to do,” Siren motioned to Batman. “Batman, kill Batgirl.”
\n“Certainly.” Batman stepped forward. He stopped momentarily and turned to Siren,\n“how should you like me to do it?”
\nSiren looked at Batman, perplexed. “How do you normally kill people?”
\n“Well, generally I don’t.” Batman looked back at Siren. “Usually, they just kill\nthemselves.”
\n“What?”
\n“Well, I chase them and when they get to the edge of the roof, they say\nsomething like ’you’ll never take me alive’ and then they either trip and fall\nor they jump.” Batman had lowered his hands away from Batgirl and turned to\nSiren, assuming his usual professorial stance.
\n“Well there was Molly,” Robin chimed in.
\n“You mean that moll of Riddler’s?” Gordon asked. “The one that disappeared after\nwe caught him?”
\n“She didn’t disappear after he was caught, Commissioner,” Robin chimed in. “She\nfound her way into the Batcave and we vaporized her in the nuclear pile that\nfuels the Batmobile and the Batcave.”
\n“Ahh… that explains a lot.” Gordon said. “I kept getting calls from her mother\nabout what happened to her. I started calling after Molly failed to call on her\nMother’s Day. She would call my office just about every holiday. I had to tell\nBonnie to tell her that she was probably dead somewhere and we had no idea and\nto stop calling.”
\n“Robin, I told you, she fell. I chased her onto the catwalk and she fell… I\ndidn’t throw her in.”
\n“That sounds pretty convenient, Batman.” Robin looked at Gordon. She was pretty\nmuch dead by the time I found out. The place stank of rancid meat for close to a\nmonth. The radiation did most of the work. We have what’s left in a lead box in\nthe back of the batcave. We figure it will be safe to dispose of it in another\nforty years or so.” “So you aren’t just going to strangle her?” Siren was\nstarting to get frustrated. “There’s a window right there, why don’t you use\nthat?”
\n“I’m sorry Siren, that just sounds beneath you.” Batman rubbed his hands\ntogether.
\n“Yes, about fourteen stories. That’s kind of the point.” Siren wasn’t used to\nhaving her slaves making things so complicated. Of course she usually just had\nthem sign over their life savings and jump off a building or drive off a cliff.\nShe desperately hoped he wasn’t going to make robbing a bank more complicated\nthan it needed to be.
\n“What I mean is, you are an arch villain. In Londinium you can kill however you\nlike but in Gotham, there needs to be some style involved. Just tossing her out\na window isn’t really done if at all necessary.”
\n“Catwoman was going to do that to me.”
\n“Those were her henchmen and it was during a fight.” Batman motioned at the\nstruggling Batgirl. “This is Batgirl, not a teenage punching bag.”
\nSiren looked at Batgirl. She was starting to see what Batman meant. Men were\nalways so easy. She could put them under her control in a matter of minutes and\nhave them falling to their deaths with just a few words. Batgirl was looking\nvery delicious in her purple catsuit and cowl. It reminded her of the fetish\nclubs of Londinium.
\nAnd she was struggling mightily. O’Hara had her under control, but she was\nwrithing desperately to escape. She found it particularly exciting. Since\ndiscovering the effect of her three octaves above high C, men had lost much of\nher interest. They just presented no challenge.
\nWomen on the other hand, were immune to her. When she wanted a challenging\nconquest, she would find her way to the lesbian bars. Even then, sexual\nconquests were only slightly more difficult. Back in Londinium Lady Prudence had\nbecome a frequent guest in her bed and she had enjoyed the story of how Prudence\nhad planned on framing her uncle Lord Phogg for the murder of Batgirl.
\nNow she had the opportunity to create her own story of killing Batgirl…
\n“What do you have in mind, Batman?” Siren knew they couldn’t take all day, but\nkilling Batgirl was starting to appeal to her as more than a necessity.
\n“Well, your power to control men has a certain demi-goddess style, so I would\nsuggest we harken back to the old classics.” Batman obviously was warming to the\nrole of official executioner.
\n“Hmmm. What do you have in mind?” Siren liked this direction. She was a goddess\nto these men and the idea of making Batgirl a sacrifice to her was very\nappealing.
\n“Well, Tut was always into the more arcane death traps. The Theibian Pebble\nTorture, boiling people in oil.” Batman was definitely warming to the subject.\n“One of my favorites was when he robbed the Gotham City Library. He tied one of\nthe Librarians in a hogtie of the Ancient Thuggee Tradition. She was just\nminutes from certain strangulation when Robin and I found her.”
\n“I remember that Batman, I was jerking off in the shower thinking about that for\na month.” Robin chimed in.
\n“That be the truth, I still keep the evidence pictures in my desk for when I’m\nalone in my office,” O’Hara added.
\n“Yes, I think we all have a set,” Commissioner Gordon agreed.
\n“Too bad it wasn't your daughter, Barbara. I think she would have looked hot as\nfuck like that.” Robin sighed.
\n“Yes, yes, she certainly would have…” Gordon looked wistfully at the window.\n“She certainly would.”
\nEveryone looked at Gordon.
\n“Okay then,” Siren turned to Batman. “Strangled to death in the Ancient Thuggee\nTradition? I like the sound of that.”
\nCan we rape her first? Robin offered.
\n“No Robin, You made a commitment to Pussycat.” Batman admonished his ward. “You\ntold her you would not sexually assault anyone but her.”
\n“Gosh Batman, She’s going to be in prison for another four years.”
\n“I know, Robin. But a man’s word is his bond. You can’t just sexually assault\nwhichever women you want. You made a commitment, I expect you to keep it.”
\n“But, Pussycat has been having sex”
\n“Yes Robin, but that’s prison sex. She needs to do that to get things she needs\nlike drugs and protection. If we hadn’t convinced the judge you were under the\ninfluence of Catwoman’s Cataphrenic, you would be having prison sex, too.”
\n“Gee, you’re right Batman, but who would know?” Robin looked at Batgirl. This\nwas the second time he was going to strike out with her…
\n“I would, Robin” Batman put his hand on the young man’s shoulder. “Life is about\nliving up to your commitments.”
\n“Holy hand job, you’re right. I guess I’ll just have to jerk off into a sport\nsock again.”
\n“That’s the spirit, Old Chum…”
\n“Gentlemen!” Siren had had enough. She was sorely tempted to have the whole\ngroup jump off the roof and take care of Batgirl herself.
\n“Batman, I like the idea of having Batgirl strangle, but this isn’t the only\nthing I want to get done today.” Batman immediately hung his head. He hadn’t\nmeant to offend his Mistress.
\n“Yes, Mistress. O’Hara, bring Batgirl over here. Robin, give me your batarang\nand Batrope.”
\nFirst Batman wrapped a length of batrope around Barbara’s wrists and then\nbetween them, tying them off and then doing several coils above her elbows and\ndrawing them in tightly until they touched. He tied them off and he smiled as he\nfelt the thin, super strong climbing line cinching down on her batsuit. A single\nstrand would have quickly sawed through her uniform and skin. But that was not\nhis intention. He took a long length and wrapped it around her delicate neck\nseveral times. Her costume collar kept the rope from cutting into her neck.
\nWith the help of Chief O’Hara, Batman crossed Barbara’s ankles and immediately\ntied them together. Barbara could see that both men were sporting huge erections\nfrom under their uniforms.
\nWhen Batman was done tying Batgirl’s ankles, he pulled her to a kneeling\nposition and slipped the rope from her neck through a loop in her ankles and\nback to wrists. As he tied it off, Barbara had to lean forward to keep her\nbalance, if she tried to lean back the complex of ropes would tighten on her\nthroat. Babara was forced to balance awkwardly on her knees. Every movement to\nmaintain her precarious balance drew the rope around her neck slightly tighter…
\n“Ooh, Batman, I do love the way you think…. This is absolutely gorgeous. I think\nI am going to give you a hand job while we watch…” Siren leaned over Batman and\ngrabbed the bulge in his uniform.
\n“Yes, that would be most pleasant, Mistress.” Batman looked at the office clock.\n“She will be dead within the next two to two and a half hours.”
\n“Batman, Commissioner Gordon,Chief O’Hara, You can’t do this to me. Siren\nmesmerized you all.” Barbara was desperate. She was regretting not knocking\nO’Hara’s nuts into next week.
\n“Two and a half hours?” Siren was now visibly flustered. “We can’t wait around\nthat long… No matter how enjoyable it would be.”
\n“We can leave her here in my office to strangle while we rob the bank,”\nCommissioner Gordon was looking at his watch. We might even be able to be back\nin time to watch her expire.”
\n“Yes, an excellent idea, commissioner, but I’m concerned that someone, like your\nsecretary Bonnie, might find her and jeopardize our entire operation.” Batman\nwas shifting into planning mode.
\n“Gosh Batman, why don’t we gag her and lock her in a closet?” Robin pulled out a\npurple ball gag from the back of his utility belt.
\n“An excellent suggestion, Robin, but where did you get this gag?” It was an\nidentical shade of Purple as Batgirl’s uniform, it even had the same glitter.
\n“It was O’Hara’s suggestion.”
\n“Begoroha,” O’Hara spouted, flummoxed by the suggestion. “I told ya’ to do\nwhat?”
\n“You said we should start keeping a rape kit in the Batmobile” Robin held up a\nroll of matching duct tape, batcuffs and a string of condom packs.
\n“Mother of Christ, Boy, I meant for collecting evidence, not committing them…”\nClancy O’Hara planted his hand over his face.
\n“I’m sorry, Chief O’hara. Robin is not completely over the effect of Catwoman’s\nCataphrenic.” Batman planted his hand on Robin’s shoulder. “I know you are doing\nyour best with the moral ambiguity created by Catwoman’s chemical concoction.
\n“But I am concerned that Batgirl, as resourceful as she is, might be able to\ncall for rescue if we leave her in a part of the building where women or men\nthat have not been subjected to the Siren’s melodious ministrations might happen\nby.” Batman turned to the Commissioner.
\n“Commissioner Gordon, is the Police Training Gymnasium closed?”
\n“Why yes Batman, we couldn’t fund it once we started paying for the helipad for\nthe Batcopter. We still maintain it for the once a week training, but it is\notherwise locked.”
\n“Excellent, that will serve our purposes nicely. Chief O’Hara, I want you to go\ninto the evidence locker and find this exact piece. I believe it is still there\nfrom when we apprehended Zelda the Great.” Batman scribbled some notes on a slip\nof paper and handed it to the Chief.
\n“Robin and I will move Batgirl down to the gym. Transporting her in the confines\nof the Ancient l Thuggee Tradition is complex and dangerous. I would hate to\nhave one of your fine officers accidentally kill her prematurely in their\nenthusiasm.
\n“Of course, Batman.” Gordon grabbed a ring of keys from his desk. “Right this\nway.” Batman hefted Batgirl onto his shoulders, grabbed her bound ankles and\npulled them tight to her ass to prevent the Ancient Thuggee bondage from quickly\nstrangling her.
\nGordon led the way with Batman hefting the helpless Batgirl following. Siren\ncame behind, admiring the tight athletic butt of the soon to be dead crime\nfightress. Robin, dejected at another lost opportunity to stick his dick in an\nunwilling Batgirl, brought up the rear.
\nHOLY BAT-TRAPS! BATMAN GOING TO KILL BATGIRL? WILL HE MAKE THE SIREN WAIL WHILE\nSHE WAITS? WHAT TRICK IS UP HIS SLEEVE IN ZELDA’S CRIMINAL PROP CLOSET? IS ROBIN\nDOOMED TO BLUE BALLS WHILE PUSSYCAT IS PUSSY LICKING? TUNE IN NEXT WEEK, SAME\nBAT-TIME, SAME BAT-CHANNEL.
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\nBatman lugged Barbara through the halls of Gotham’s Central Precinct. She\nrealized that Siren had likely used her mesmerizing note to enthrall the entire\nmale population of the building.
\nAs patrolmen and office staff alike passed them in the hall and elevator to the\nbasement workout facilities. They did not react to either her or Batman, but\ngave fawning looks of adoration to Siren as she passed by.
\nBatman kept Batgirl over his shoulders as he went. He held her ankles and pushed\nthem back on her thighs to prevent her rapid strangulation from the bondage of\nthe Ancient Thuggee Tradition. Even so, Barbara was frought with pain as the\nstrict deathtrap was not designed for transportation, but a slow, linger death\nfrom the slightest of movements.
\nFinally reaching the basement. Gordon fumbled with the keys and opened the door\nto the concrete floored gymnasium. The room opened out into a spartan area of\nbare concrete walls lined with well worn free weights and dumbbells. There were\naged rubber mats and some antiquated exercise machines that had seen better\ntimes.
\nOn the far wall was a window, opening out onto a relatively small lap pool. At\nthe deep end was a collection of basic scuba equipment, GCPD stenciled on the\nsides of the banged up steel cylinders.
\nBatman set Barbara down on the tile floor next to the pool. She could here the\nsound of Chief O’Hara arriving with what sounded like a large and clunky item.\nO’Hara kept admonishing one of the rank and file officers to be careful.
\nSiren kneeled down next to Batgirl, who was once again in the upright hogtie of\nthe Ancient Thuggee Tradition. “I had rather hoped to have you raid my lair in\nthe Grotto Arms Hotel after the completion of our heist.” Lorelei stroked\nBarbara’s cheek. Barbara tried to spit an invective back at the villainess, but\nthe large purple ballgag allowed for nothing more than a garbled ‘umphing’\nsound. “That would have given me ample time to experiment with your delightful\nform.”
\nSiren looked up at the circle of fawning men that had accompanied her and\nBatgirl. “Men have become so deathly dull. I am sure you’ve noticed the same….\nSimpering fools that can be so easily seduced, even without a sonic high note.”
\n“The lovely part of this plan is that, after I have completed my clearing out of\nthe Gotham Central Bank, these dullards will wake up with absolutely no memory\nof what they have done. The only record of their crimes will be the security\nfootage of the bank and the many eyewitnesses that will happily testify to their\ncrimes.”
\n“I will finish out my last two shows at the Apolonia Theater and join the cargo\nplane of loot in Londinium.” Siren kissed Barbara’s gagged lips. “I have hoped\nto while away the hours between shows testing the sexual limits of Gotham’s Best\nDressed Crime Fighter.” She kissed Barbara again.
\n“Sadly, I will have to pass that time with whatever security footage I will get\nfrom your final performance.” Siren looked at Batman, “I trust this will be a\nvery visual final act, Batman?”
\n“Yes, of course, Mistress.” Batman motion to Chief O’Hara. “Zelda the Great\nwould commit one large and almost unsolvable crime every year to finance her\ndeath defying escape acts. This trunk was purchased three years ago as part of\none of those escapes.”
\nO’Hara and one of his patrolmen dropped the case on the tiled floor next to\nBatgirl. It was made from a thick, transparent plexiglass. The edges of the case\nwere tooled from angled stainless steel and riveted together. The lid was triple\nhinged and was closed by three latches designed to be sealed with three\npadlocks. Robin came up from behind them with two large flat discs of steel\nplates from the gym equipment.
\n“Thinking back to my several encounters with King Tut, I recalled the instance I\nwas lowered by crane into a pool of water while trapped in a stone sarcophagus.\nTo avoid suffocation, I was able to slow my breath to a fraction using the\ntraining of a Tibetan Faqir. However, I was unable to escape the trap without\nhelp.” Batman puffed out his chest. “I doubt Batgirl will be able to slow her\nbreathing to the extent that I was able to. I spent years perfecting the\ntechnique in the privacy of my lodgings in the Bat-cave.”
\n“Even if Batgirl were to reduce her breathing, I doubt she would be able to last\nlong enough for rescue or even the eventual strangulation bondage of the Ancient\nThuggee Tradition.” Batman turned to O’Hara. “Chief, when is the next scheduled\nuse of this pool?”
\n“Begora, Thursday afternoon. I’ll be leading a water-aerobics class for the\nGotham Meter-maids.”
\n“Excellent, that will give three days for us to complete our criminal corruption\nfor the betterment of Siren’s personal finances and she will be out of Gotham\nlong before Batgirl’s body is even found.”
\nBatman turned his attention to Batgirl. “Sadly for you, batgirl, you will be\nfaced with the only one option for escape… Death” Batman resumed his\nprofessorial tone and explained. “The water pressure on the lid, if my\ncalculations are correct, will be 238.4 pounds. Even if you were able to free\nyourself from this deadly tie of the Ancient Thuggee Tradition, you would be\nunable to open the trunk against that pressure and would still suffocate. Or if\nyou try to escape while still partially tied and do get the lid open, it would\nflood the trunk and drown you in seconds.”
\nBatman motioned to Robin, who put the two steel plates into the button of the\nsmall trunk. They then lifted Batgirl from her kneeling position and lay her\nhogtied on her side in the plexiglass box.
\nTo make Barbara fit into the death trap, Batman had to push her head down\ntowards her chest, drawing the bat-rope tighter around her throat. Barbara\nstruggled gamely as the lid of the coffin was closed over her. A tight fit,\nBarbara was barely able to struggle as Commissioner Gordon took three locks from\nthe nearby lockers and sealed Batgirl’s fate.
\n“She does look even more delicious than I would have hoped!” Siren was giddy\nwith excitement. “O’Hara, I want a tape of the security feed sent to my hotel\nroom at the Gotham Grotto Hotel after you load the loot onto my private flight\nto Londinium. Batman, will you do the honors?”
\n“Why of course, Mistress” Batman motioned to Chief O’Hara and the Patrolman to\nlift the case and walk it to the edge of the pool. Batman raised his hands in\npraise towards Lorelei Circe and spoke…
\n“Friends, Felons, countrymen! Lend me your ears, I have come to kill Batgirl and\nnot to praise her… The evil women do lives after them, but in this case, the\ngood of Batgirl Will be interred with her bones, until at least Thursday… If you\nhave tears, prepare to shed them now. For I plan on jerking off at the thought\nof this later. For this is the unkindest cut of all.”
\nChief O’Hara and the Patrolman heaved the trunk into the deep end of the pool\nand the gathered watched as it sank to the bottom Batgirl’s form was clearly\nvisible inside the box struggling against the tightening Batropes.
\n“Gosh Batman, she sure does look pretty like that…” “Yes, Robin, she certainly\ndoes.”
\nIS THIS BATGIRL’S SWAN SONG? HAS BATMAN GONE BAD? DOES LORELEI HAVE BETA OR VHS?\nWHAT ELSE DOES SHE HAVE? THE MAGIC FINGERS? OR DOES SHE RELY ON HITACHI FOR HER\nVIEWING PLEASURE?
\nFIND OUT IN THE NEXT NUT BUSTING EPISODE….
\n++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Barbara screamed into the thick rubber\nball gag that filled her mouth as the trunk that held her hit the water and sank\nstraight to the bottom of the pool. Instinctively, she started to struggle\nagainst her bonds, and immediately felt the ropes around her neck to tighten.
\nThe clear plexiglass coffin settled on the pool bottom within just a few seconds\nand Barbara was relieved that the seal around the edges of the box were holding\nout against the water. She knew enough about Zelda’s act to realize the box\nwasn’t made to be underwater, much less the bottom of a pool.
\nLooking out through the side of the box, Barbara could see the tiled lanes of\nthe pool and the number twelve spelled out on the bottom. The Basement was lit\nonly by the light coming in through the blue painted glass windows that lined\nthe top of the wall.
\nBarbara was terrified. Her own father had seen her being put into this virtually\ninescapable death trap. She wasn’t surprised at Batman and Robin, but her Daddy\nand Clancy were family.
\nThe box was tight, and it’s walls were rigid, her only prior experience with\nescaping luggage was when Pinky Pinkston smuggled her into the Filton Hotel in a\nsuitcase. The paparazzi had been tailing Pinky relentlessly because of the\nrumors she was having a torrid secret affair (she was, with the much younger\nBarbara).
\nAt the time it was all fun and games with the heiress to the Genital Electric\nfortune. But Pinky didn’t want the publicity of having a relationship with a\nyounger, non-celebrity woman. Barbara thought it was a hilarious lark. The\nsuitcase went from the limo to the hotel suite and the ropes and gag were just\nfor entertainment. The suitcase was bigger than this one and soft sided. The\nbondage was meant to make her cum, not to slowly strangle her to death.
\nBarbara moved her arms around behind her back. She could feel her hands wedged\ntogether. Batman may have been a lot of things, but sloppy with knots was not\none of them.
\nJust flexing her wrists was quickly drawing the thin bat-rope tight across her\nthroat. If she started to cramp or struggled too hard, she would cut her own\nthroat.
\nFeeling around on the palm of her bat-gloves, Barbara worked hard not to hasten\nher own demise. It was a long shot but she needed to escape the Thuggee bondage\nquickly if she was going to have any hope of surviving the death trap.
\nUsing her fingers to scrape away at the palm of her glove, Barbara looked for\nthe edge of the tape. She had picked up this idea from her friend Amanda\nKingston, who had used this ridiculously simple trick to cut herself free from a\nsimilar death-trap below the Penguins hide-out. A thin blade taped to the palm\nof her glove was all that Amanda needed to cut herself and Barbara free from the\nPirate Princess’s live-stream execution.
\nBarbara felt for the piece of purple tape that hid the razor sharp craft blade\nin place. Fitted in a way that it wouldn’t interfere with her hands or damage\nthe glove’s utility, Barabara was finding that releasing the blade harder than\nshe would have liked.
\nIt had been taped in place for almost six months and the tape adhesive had fused\nwith the glove, making it even harder for her nearly numb fingers to pick away\nat the tape. The more she fumbled with the tape the tighter the cords on her\nneck were becoming.
\nBarbara’s vision was narrowing, her periphery was disappearing, puffing around\nthe edges of the gag was harder and less productive and her fingers numbed more\nwith each passing second.
\nIf she didn’t control her breathing, suffocation would quickly follow. But her\nend would would certainly come soon if she didn’t escape the confines of the\ntiny plexiglass coffin.
\nBarbara could feel the edge of the tape slowly yield to her finger tips. The\nblade was stuck to the tape and the tape to her finger. If she lost the tape all\nwould be lost, death at the hands of Batman would be certain.
\nFumbling with the tape, Barbara folded it over at an angle, making an ersatz\nhandle. The tape was still stuck to the blade on one side, but she had a firm\ngrip.
\nBarbara swung her wrist around blindly. Each rotation tightened the stranglehold\non her throat as the ties in the Ancient Thuggee Tradition drew tighter around\nher neck and pulled her legs back tighter and her elbows, which were already\ntouching even closer.
\nAfter several rotations Barbara was certain she would die like that, strangled\nat the bottom of a pool in the basement of the GCPD Headquarters at the hands of\nher own father and Batman. All of them sporting massive hard-ons while it\noccurred.
\nBarbara felt the blade in her fingers strike against something. She motioned her\nfingers back onto the same space and felt the resistance of something. She held\nthe blade there and shifted her weight. There was little room for movement in\nthe tiny confines of the box, but she didn’t need much. She wondered if the\nthick glue on tape would prevent the blade from doing its job.
\nEach stroke of the blade tightened the knots around her neck. She was on the\nverge of blacking out, she knew it was from strangulation, definitely not the\ndwindling supply of oxygen or the slow and inevitable build up of carbon dioxide\nin her blood. She would be strangled in the Ancient Thuggee Tradition.
\nBarbara could feel the batrope tighten, but she also could feel a change in it.\nThe batrope was made from a pre-stretched blend of spectra fibers, incredibly\nstrong when holding weight, but not immune from cutting. She could feel the edge\nof the blade starting to get some purchase on the line and after several more\nstrokes she felt it snap.
\nThe key line that went from her ankles to her throat had been cut clean through\nand the ropes coiled around her neck suddenly lost tension. She was gasping at\nthe stale air as blood flowed back into her brain.
\nHer arms were still pinned fast behind her and aside from a respite of stale air\nshe gained no relief from the death trap. She was too tightly enclosed in the\ncoffin to make much difference.
\nWith her temporary reprieve, Barbara could tell she was far from free. With her\nwits somewhat retrieved, she realized how leaky the trunk was. With her head\nturned sideways, she could feel the rising water on her face…
\nIt was only minutes before her universe had shrunk to the small air bubble\ntrapped in the lid of the trunk. And getting smaller with every breath
\nBarbara would soon run out of air, lower her head an inch or two into the water\nand drown.
\nShe looked through the plexi lid of her coffin at the pool ladder and the\nendless supply of air just a few feet away. She needed to find an escape and\nfast.
\nThe closest thing she could recall was the time Pinky had insisted that Barbara\nneeded to take a defensive driving class with her. Pinky knew that a successful\nentrepreneur would make an endless string of business adversaries and a rich\nwoman was going to make a lot of spurned suitors. She had insisted that Barbara\njoin her on her defensive driving course and many of the other safety oriented\nclasses the head of Genital Electric needed to stay alive in misogynistic Gotham\nCity.
\nMany of the surveillance and defensive skills that Batgirl used to fight crime\nwere based on the classes she had taken to keep Pinky Pinkston company. Her\nextensive Judo training was morphed into Batgirls uncanny combat moves that had\ndevastated opponents twice her size.
\nPinky was proud of the monster she created and whenever she happened through\ntown, Barbara and her would meet for sparring and an evening of casual sex.
\nBarbara looked up at the edge of the pool twelve feet above her. The last time\nshe had viewed something like this was when she and Pinky learned how to escape\na sinking car. The lesson flashed through her memory almost in twilight dream\nstate.
\nTo get out of the back, you could kick out the rear glass panel, which in most\ncars it was designed to do. Kicking was certainly not an option bound and gagged\nin the tight confines of Zelda’s trap. With her wrists and elbows bound tightly\ntogether as well as her knees and cross ankles, Barbara was almost completely\nimmobilized.
\nDesperate, Barbara felt around her back. Her Batgirl utility belt, which usually\nhung stylishly low on her hips and supported by the curve of her ass, had\nbunched up awkwardly around her butt.
\nGoing solely by touch, Barbara explored what she had within reach. She popped\nopen one container after another, feeling the various tools drop through her\nfingers to the bottom of the trunk and between the steel plates that helped her\nto the bottom.
\nOne of them had the dimensions of a lipstick case. Barbara grabbed at it and\nheld it tight. She knew exactly what it was.
\nIt was a steel-springed punch. She carried it for emergencies to breakout car\nwindows or the glass from pretty much any window. She had used it as a civilian\nwhen she came across a car accident a few years ago and the crash victim was\nunconscious and locked in. As Batgirl she had used it to rescue Queen Bess of\nBelgravia when Olga and Egghead had trapped her in a highrise apartment in Wayne\nTowers.
\nBarbara knew it was her last chance. This was not a car windshield and it was\nnot glass. Most likely, the steel hammer would dent and dig into the plexi and\nshe would drown a minute or two later. She uncapped the end and pressed her\nfinger down on the safety. She pushed it up to the glass and fired off the\ncompacted spring.
\nSeveral hundred pounds of force slammed against a random spot behind her back.\nBarbara was so certain of failure that she hadn’t even thought to fill her\nlungs.
\nWhat happened shocked her to no end. The half inch metal spike shot out with\nsuch force she could feel the recoil like a gun. Whatever it hit must have been\nlarge, like one of the hinges, because the back of the case collapsed and her\ntiny air pocket disappeared.
\nStunned at her success, Barbara pushed with her knees at the intact front of the\ncase and forced her backside out the opening. It was a tight fit and the ragged\nedges of the case caught her batsuit and shredded her sides and scraped the skin\nunderneath. Barbara kept pushing oblivious to the pain and not thinking about\nwhat she would do once outside the box, still bound and gagged at the bottom of\nthe pool.
\nHer cowl and attached wig were catching on the bent metal framing and pulling\noff as she desperately struggled free of the cocoon like box.
\nOnce she was clear of the box, Barbara twisted and contorted her body to get her\nfeet under her. With all her might, she pushed off the bottom and towards the\nsurface. As soon as she breached the surface, Barbara sucked a mixture of air\nand water in around her gag to fill her lungs. She rebounded back to the bottom\nagain and pushed off again, expelling her breath to take another lung full as\nshe hit the surface again.
\nWith a second lung full of air, she concentrated on gaining control of her\nemotions. Thrashing and struggling would only make her more tense and encourage\nher body to sink. Terrified and exhausted, Barbara tried to float face up in the\npool. Her wet uniform and utility belt threatening drag her back to the bottom.
\nIt took what felt like minutes to regain her composure and perform a survival\nfloat at the surface of the pool. In the meantime, she would frequently sink\nback into the water, in a terrifying cycle of floating and sinking. Her arms\nwere still pinned tight behind her and crossed and bound ankles dangled below\nher, but she was alive and floating on the surface of the pool, if just barely.
\nBarbara felt the adrenaline rush she got whenever she foiled some trap or plot\nto rob her of her life. It was the addictive high she lived her double life to\nfeel. Her secretive love life, her cloak and dagger existence as Batgirl. Her\nforbidden relationships with Pinky Pinkston, her dalliances with other women.\nThis was why Batgirl existed. Barbara knew she was an adrenaline junky, but\nmoments like this were her fix.
\nAfter resting at the surface for a few minutes, Barbara started to move her way\nto the shallow side of the pool. She would struggle to get out of the water and\nroll over the floor to find a jagged screw point sticking from one of the poorly\nmaintained storage lockers. It would take time, but she had a lot more of it now\nthat she could breath fresh air.
\nBut what about her father? Batman, Robin, Chief O’Hara and her father were going\nto rob Gotham Central Bank and ship off the loot to Londinium.
\nBatman and Robin would be fine. Batman had an uncanny ability to litigate his\nway out of almost any disaster. Robin had tried to cut Batgirl in half with a\ngiant mouse trap while getting jerked off by Pussycat and they were filming it,\nto boot, but Robin was saved from jail.
\nCatwoman escaped, but Pussycat was sent to jail and Robin, despite it being his\nidea to kill her and his sawing at the rope, escaped punishment. Lucky Pierre\nhad successfully argued that Robin was not in control of his faculties because\nof Catwoman drugging him with her Cataphrenic.
\nBarbara knew what happened to Robin would not happen to her father. Prosecutors\nwere very skeptical of the “Cataphrenic defense” as it was called. Batman and\nRobin had secret identities, if the courts didn’t buy into their defense, they\ncould easily disappear into the woodwork.” Daddy and O’Hara were public servants\nand both almost at retirement. A best, and highly unlikely outcome would be loss\nof their jobs and their pensions. More likely, the courts wouldn’t believe that\nthey were mesmerized by Siren and they would be sent to jail for the rest of\ntheir lives.
\nBarbara realized her only hope was to thwart the Siren’s plan before any crime\n(outside of trying to murder her) was committed. If she could thwart them before\nthey left the precinct, there was still hope.
\nBarbara dried herself as best she could and headed to the evidence lockers.
\nShe found the evidence room unlocked with the door open, which was lucky because\nmost of her lockpicks were scattered across the bottom of the pool, along with\nher cowl.
\nShe quickly went down the aisles, looking for what she needed. Eventually she\ncame to a barrel. It was filled with a collection of Penguins arsenal of\npreferred weapons. Single shot umbrella guns, repeating umbrella guns, even a\nbelt fed, fully automatic umbrella gun. Barbara left those and pulled a\nselection of the ones she wanted.
\nShe made her way to the motor pool in the adjacent parking garage of GCPD\nheadquarters. She headed towards a parked GCPD armored assault vehicle. The\narmor plated door was open and Barbara could see Robin's green pixie boots and\nstockinged legs exposed.
\nShe crept up and before he could react, she pushed the nozzle of the Penguin gas\nin his face and unloaded the entire canister. He crumpled to the concrete floor.\nA Thompson submachine gun clattered to the floor next to him and one of the\nofficers that had helped throw Barbara to her death, slumped down in the\npassenger seat.
\nMoving to the next vehicle, Barbara could hear Batman pontificating about some\naspect of the robbery to no one in particular. Barbara gassed him and the two\nofficers that were his audience also collapsed in the back of the truck. Canvas\nmoney bags and automatic weapons cluttered the vehicle.
\n“Barbara?” came the stunned voice of her father from behind her. She turned to\nstare face to face with her dad, with an armload of machine guns, a pair of\nbandoleros of smoke and concussion grenades draped across his chest. “What are\nyou doing here?”
\n“Sorry, Daddy” was all she could muster as she unloaded another one of Penguin’s\ngas guns directly into his face.
\nBarbara had one last gas gun left and she raced to the armory to make sure that\nO’Hara wouldn’t try to finish the job Siren had given them. She found him down\nto his waist in the ammo cupboard. She gassed him and looked around for\nstragglers. Finding none, Barbara went back to the pool and recovered what she\nhad left in the water, including her wig and cowl.
\nGetting ready to leave, Barbara went and did a final check of the men she had\ngassed. She had deleted all the security footage in the system from the time the\nSiren had mesmerized the entire male population of the precinct. Barbara had\nfound the flyers announcing the Commissioner’s Working Women Appreciation Day.\nLorelie Circe had seen fit to send the entire female staff on a booze cruise of\nGotham Harbor. While Barbara had been alone fighting to stop what was certain to\nbe one of the largest, and from the looks of it, bloodiest armed robberies in\nGotham history, the women of Gotham PD were having a safe and grand time.
\n+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Batgirl bounced into the office of her father,\nCommissioner Gordon. The office was empty, save for Robin, who had his legs up\non Gordon’s leather couch.
\n“Hello Robin,” Barbara gave a fake smile to the Boy Wonder. No sense in\nhostility to someone that had no control over himself.
\n“Hey Puddin’,” Robin had lost what little charm he had after the episode with\nthe Cataphrenic. Barbara made every effort to stay as far as she could from the\nDynamic Duo as much as possible and Robin in particular.
\n“Where’s my F--Commissioner Gordon?”
\n“He and Batman are down in the Pool area. They finally noticed the area got\ntrashed when we tried to kill you.” Robin didn’t even bother to look up when he\nsaid it.
\nBarbara hadn’t told anyone about what Batman, Gordon and the others had almost\ndone to her. As far as she knew, none of them remembered a thing and only knew\nthe version of the Siren’s plot that she had outlined to them. She hadn’t\nthought to make up a story about the gym and pool.
\n“Wait, what do you remember about the pool?”
\n“Everything,” Robin turned and smiled. “The whole thing.”
\n“How?”
\n“Simple, I was parking the Batmobile when the Siren mesmerized the entire\nPrecinct.” He laughed, “I thought ‘fuck yeah. Another get out of jail free\ncard.’” Robin sat up on the couch and swung his legs down.
\n“What do you mean, ‘another get out jail free card’?” Barbara was getting more\nworried about his demeanor.
\n“Batgirl, do you honestly think there is a drug that can turn someone from good\nto bad?”
\n“So what did Catwoman give you?”
\n“She gave me ‘Cataphrenic.’ It doesn't work, but that’s what she thought it\nwould do.” Robin laughed, “I was tripping balls for about eight hours and\nPussycat was all over me with those big ol’ titties of hers.” Robin chuckled to\nhimself. “God damn, she is a nasty little girl. I was totally down for it, and\nCatwoman was all for it. That girl could suck chrome off a tailpipe. I just went\nwith the flow.”
\n“Catwoman said I was now under her control and I would forget about crime\nfighting and hang around her and Pussycat. Pussycat wanted to do nothing but\nfuck and suck. How could I say no? I knew Batman would bail me out if we got\ncaught. So I just totally went with it.”
\n“We pulled a few jobs, we would go back to the Pink Litterbox and I would smack\nPussycat around and fuck her some more… That chick loves to get it rough…”
\n“After we got caught, I was sure I was going to prison, but Batman pulled\nthrough and got my charges dropped… ‘I was under the influence of ‘cataphrenic.’\nLucky Pierre got me released scott free into the custody of Batman.”
\n“When I realized that everyone was under the control of Siren, I thought, ‘Why\nnot?’ it already worked once. I just made sure I wasn’t going to be seen during\nthe robbery.”
\nRobin smirked, “I’m happy you got away. The plan to rob the bank was going to be\na massive blood bath. I really would like to fuck you and all that, but they\nwere going to machine gun everyone in there. Batman is really a sociopath, if\nyou didn’t already notice. I am almost certain he threw Molly into that reactor\ncore just to watch her burn. It's part of his major god complex.” He laughed one\nmore time. “I am sure you think I’m fucked up, but you have no idea about how\nbad he is.”
\nJust then Gordon, O’hara and Batman came into the office. Batman pointed at\nRobin, “let’s go, Old Chum.” Robin pretended he hadn’t said a thing about the\nSiren or Cataphrenic.
\n“Gosh Batman, it’s getting late. Goodbye Commissioner, Chief, Batgirl” and he\nbounded out of the office.
\n“Batgirl, what brings you to my office today? Another Arch Criminal sighted in\nGotham?” The Commissioner sat behind his desk and started sorting papers.”
\n“The opposite, actually.” Barbara tried to be unfazed by what the boy wonder had\njust told her. She had suspected as much from Batman, but Robin was bone\nchilling. She dropped a stack of folders on his desk. “I asked your daughter,\nBarbara, to do some research on Siren and her crimes in Londinium.”
\n“Oh really? That is unusual,”
\n“Commissioner, she is an excellent resource. Barbara is a whiz in research”\nBarbara figured no harm in having Batgirl toot her horn a little.
\n“What did she find?”
\n“Well, I don’t think we will hear much more from Siren, at least not for a\nwhile.” Barbara pointed to the top folder. “Her three octave above high C causes\nhearing damage in men. After hearing it once, it damages their hearing in that\nrange. Apparently, men lose the ability to be mesmerized. Since she used it on\nthe entire precinct, it is unlikely she will be able to come back to Gotham with\nsuch a grandiose scheme in the future. If she does return, it will probably be\nto fleece one or two men at a time like she did Bruce Wayne.” As she said it,\nBarbara wondered if anyone else in the Headquarters had been faking their\nmesmerization.
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