Minerva, Millionaires and Murder… By Sneakly
\nPart 1 Batgirl lowered her binoculars. There was Commodore Schmidlap coming out\nof Minerva’s Mineral Spa for Millionaires. She ducked down behind the parapet.\nThe Commodore was putting a fresh cigarette into his holder and scanning up and\ndown the street before pulling out his lighter and with an unsteady hand,\nlighting the cigarette. After a few moments of reflection, he started down the\nstreet, stopped and turned around and headed to his waiting limousine.
\nSchmidlap was the fifth millionaire to have been robbed in less than two weeks.\nBarbara watched his unsteady gait as he moved to his waiting car. Something was\ngoing on in that spa, but what? Barbara knew Minerva’s Spa was the hot new thing\namongst the Gotham millionaires since it opened only a few months ago and within\njust a few weeks, millionaires were reporting huge amounts of money disappearing\nfrom their accounts then with a few more weeks they were withdrawing their\npolice reports saying that nothing was amiss.
\nBarbara’s father, Commissioner Gordon, was perplexed by these weird turns of\nevents as were the Bankers, who were seeing large withdrawals, but unable to do\nanything once the crime reports were canceled. Even Batman was near apoplectic\nfor a week trying to solve the crime, but then lost almost all interest.
\nAs Batgirl, there was only so much she could do. Minerva’s sudden and meteoric\nrise in Gotham was not surprising, she was a beautiful platinum blond with a\nthick Hungarian accent. Barbara found her very attractive just as had the\nmillionaire playboys of Gotham. They were a competitive bunch. For them, the\nmost important thing was winning. Most of the time success was measured in\nhaving the most money or the fastest boat, or the prettiest woman. In this case,\nthe prize was who would win the Hungarian lottery, or at least that was what\nBarbara thought.
\nIn the six hours Barbara Gordon, in her guise as Batgirl had seen a veritable\nwho’s who of Gotham elites coming and going from Minerva’s Mineral Spa for\nMillionaires. They were all exclusive and by appointment only. The more she\nwatched, the more suspicious she became. Each Millionaire went in in a\npurposeful gait, but upon exiting an hour later they seemed dazed and mildly\nconfused.
\nBarbara wrapped up her surveillance and headed back to her apartment.
\n“Hello Charlie!” Barbara quipped, addressing her parakeet, she came into her\napartment from the Bedroom where her secret entrance was located.
\n“Oh God, Oh God… Catwoman! Stop! Brahhh” Barbara looked at the bird as it used\nits beak to dismember yet another Robin chew toy.
\nBarbara sighed, unlearning a phrase was not something parrots were good at and\nBarbara thought briefly about borrowing her father’s cat…
\n“Charlie, you are going to get yourself brazed with a lemon glaze if you don’t\nunlearn that.” Selina thought it was fucking hilarious.
\n“Come here, Charlie. If I wanted to know what was happening inside Minerva’s\nSpa, how would I go about it?” Charlie applied his can-opener like beak to the\ngreen crotch of the Robin doll. “Brahhh,” he followed with a quick whistle.
\n“As Batgirl, I can’t get anywhere near the place. Minerva has spared no expense\non security. Cameras all around and not to mention her muscle laden goons,\nApollo and Adonis.” Barbara fed the bird slice of apple from the food tray. The\nbird dropped the now genderless Robin to take the fruit.
\n“Maybe, I am looking at this the wrong way? What if, instead of trying to get\nBatgirl in, I just try to listen in?” Barbara smiled to herself as she spun\naround and headed back to her Batgirl utility room to see what was in stock.
\n“Dahling, I have a customer coming in for a back alignment,” Minerva took the\nslip from Apollo, who was sitting at the reception desk and handed it to Adonis.
\n“Is she going to get an Eggplant Jelly Vitamin Scalp Massage?”
\n“No, Dahling, she isn’t worth the trouble. Her sister might be worth it, but\nthis one is just a client.”
\n“We are blowing town in a couple of days, Minerva. Why bother with regular\nbusiness?”
\nDahling, We have stolen ten million dollars from the richest scions of Gotham,\npeople may become suspicious… We had best keep up appearances until the last\nmoment.”
\n“Penelope PInkston? The Pinkstons of Genital Electric?” Adonis asked.
\n“Pinky Pinkston, this is her sister.” Minerva put on her gold lamee clinic\njacket over her evening gown. “Penelope is her near-do-well little sister. She\nwon’t be worth calibrating the Deepest Secret Extractor, but turning her away as\na client will ring too many alarm bells.”
\nBarbara checked her make-up in the tiny gold compact mirror while she briefly\nwaited to be rung into Minerva’s Mineral Spa for Millionaires. She smiled to\nherself, Pinky was always into a bit of subterfuge, If she had known her old\ncollege girlfriend was actually Batgirl and she was pretending to be Penelope to\nplant bugs in an elitist health spa that was fleecing millionaires left and\nright, she would be tickled pink. That Millionaire Bruce Wayne was one of the\nbiggest marks, Pinky would have told Barbara to let Minerva get away with it.
\nUnfortunately for Pinky, Barbara just wasn’t the type of girl that would turn a\nblind eye to an arch criminal (except, maybe Catwoman). That’s probably why they\ndidn’t stay a couple…
\n“Miss PInkston?” The door opened and Barbara was met with the exquisitely\ncoiffed blond in pearls, garish diamond earrings and evening gown under a gold\nclinic blazer.
\n“Yes.” Barbara extended her hand in a dainty shake that could well have been\naccompanied by a slight curtsey. “I am so glad you were able to make some time\nfor me today.”
\n“But of course, Dahling” Minerva returned the gesture with a practiced smile and\nushered Barbara into the salon. “Anything for an heir to the vaste Genital\nElectric fortune….”
\n“Can I offer you some champagne? Chateau Marmot, 1954.”
\n“That would be very kind of you,” Barbara looked around the gauche decor.\nLavender and pink with baroque furniture that had been gilded with gold and\nsilver. Two hulking men sat behind the clinic’s counter.
\nBarbare was relieved that she hadn’t tried to enter as Batgirl. The two men were\ntall and extremely muscular, their physiques befit the names on their stretched\nwhite t-shirts, Apollo and Adonis. They were not the typical Gotham thugs\nBatgirl was used to encountering. Her usual Bat-kicks would be hard pressed to\nlay either of these men out.
\n“So what can we do for you today Miss Pinkston?” Adonis asked as he prepared his\npaperwork. “I fell off my Polo pony the other day and my back has just not been\nright ever since. I have a flight to Londinium tomorrow and the thought of\nsitting in first class for six hours is just more than I think my back can\ntake.”
\n“I quite understand, Miss Pinkston.” Adonis slid a silver clipboard to her as\nApollo got up and followed Minerva to get the champagne.
\nOnce Apollo was outside of earshot of the front desk, he caught up with Minerva.
\n“Minerva, I don’t think that woman is Penelope Pinkston.”
\n“Why Dahling, would you think that?” Minerva pulled a bottle of Champagne from\nthe ice bucket.
\n“I saw her in the Gotham Public Library yesterday when you had me researching\nLord Easystreet. She wasn’t even wearing pearls. Would a Pinkston be caught in a\npublic library book stack? And she wasn’t even wearing pearls…”
\n“That is suspicious. We knew that someone might be getting close to figuring out\nwe were the ones extracting bank numbers and the locations of valuables from the\nelites of Gotham… but I was hoping we would have a little more time…” Minerva\nput the bottle of Chateau Marmot, 1954 back into the ice and went to the fridge\nand pulled out a bottle of California sparkling wine and filled a glass.
\n“When Miss Pinkston changes for her massage, go through her purse, and see what\nyou can find.” Minerva sniffed the wine. “Ugh, domestic.” She wrinkled her nose\nin disgust.
\nBarbara finished her paperwork and accepted a large and plush terry robes to\nwear into the massage clinic.
\nShe felt a smallish bump on the underside of the counter and peeled it off. As\nthe ersatz millionairess disappeared in the dressing room, Minerva looked at the\nsmall black and yellow button with a tiny aerial sticking from it.
\nMinerva had everything she needed, except the answer of who was pretending to be\nPenelope Pinkston and why.
\nApollo looked at the tiny device. “Shall I prepare a Eggplant Jelly Scap Massage\nfor our guest?”
\n“No Dahling, Deepest Secret Extractor won’t work on an unwilling participant,\nthat is why spend so much time relaxing the millionaires.” Minerva looked at the\ndoor Barbara had just exited through. “I think we will need to use more\ntraditional methods on the lovely Miss Pinkston. We’ll need to sweat the answers\nout of her. Make sure the Steam system is warmed up…. And come to think of it,\nmake sure it has the Dragon’s Tongue in it…”
\n“Are you sure Minerva? That thing was recalled…It’s inhumane..”
\n“Precisely why I want it, Dahling.”
\nBarbara opened the door to the Massage therapy suite. She was wrapped in one the\nclinic’s luxurious terrycloth robes. It was short and barely covered her naked\nbehind, but the fabric was a stark white and tied in the front. If she weren’t\non a case, she would be looking forward to an expensive spa treatment. Her life\nas Batgirl left her with more than the usual aches and pains associated with a\ncareer in the library sciences. She had one last Bat-bug palmed in her hand as\nshe entered the room.
\n“Well, are you ready to have your back fixed?” Minerva motioned her over to the\nmassage table in the corner of the room.
\nJust as Barbara reached the table and was about to drop her rope, Apollo and\nAdonis slipped into the room. Adonis gave a knowing nod to his boss. Apollo\nstepped in behind Barbara. It was only when the two men were in such close\nproximity that Barbara realized just how massively out matched she was compared\nto the body builders. Both were easily a foot taller than her and must have\nweighed an easy hundred pounds more than her.
\n“Or should I say ‘have your wagon fixed,’ Dahling?” No sooner had she heard the\nwords, Barbara felt the massive arms of Apollo closing around her.
\n“What’s the meaning of this!” Barbara demanded with as much command as she could\nmuster.
\n“Dahling, that was going to be one of my first Questions also…” Adonis handed\nBarbrara’s clutch purse to Minerva. “I know that you are just pretending to be\nPenelope Pinkston, Which begs the question, Who are you and What are you doing\nin my Spa?”
\nMinerva opened the purse and started pulling a handful of Barbara’s listening\nbugs out of the bottom along with a small hand held receiver. Minerva looked at\nthem in her hand and dropped the ones she had already found into her collection.
\nBarbara pushed back with her legs against Apollo and gave Adonis a hard\nbat-kick. Her bare foot made contact with the slab of muscle that his stomach\nand he barely flinched. She simply didn’t have enough mass in her bare feet to\naccomplish anything.
\n“What have you been doing to all the multimillionaires of Gotham?” Barbara felt\nlike the jig was partially up and giving up a little information might get\nMinerva talking.
\n“Why nothing at all… I just give them deliciously regenerative massages and I\nget paid quite handsomely for it.” Minerva waved at the garish decor. “I am but\na humble Hungarian emigree trying to find my way in this new and strange land.”
\n“Are you some sort of reporter, looking for a scoop or a detective trying to\nunfairly tie my business to the unfortunate and somewhat scandalous activities\nof Gotham’s elites?” She walked over to a blender on the counter that sat next\nto a bowl of carrots, citrus and assorted vegetables. She dumped the collection\nof bugs and the mini receiver into the blender and covered it and proceeded to\nblend the custom electronics into a fine grit, that she then poured into the\ntrash basket.
\n“Apollo, Adonis, make sure our guest is suitably comfortable while we get to the\nbottom of this mystery” Minerva picked up Barbara’s forgotten Champagne flute\nand after a momentary debate, wrinkled her nose and swilled it down quickly.\n“Ugh, domestic.”
\nApollo and Adonis grabbed Barbara, stripping her of her spa robe. Now naked\nBarbara struggled against the two men. If she could only get out their grips,\nshe could start trying to use her agility and speed against their size. Barbara\nwas an expert in the martial arts, but wrestling the two muscle bound men in\nclose quarters was an impossible task.
\nAdonis flung Barbara face down on the massage table pulling both her arms behind\nher while Apollo looped a rope around Barbara’s wrists. He threaded the length\nof onto the wrist tightly, Barbara’s fist clenched in a defiant fist, looking\nfor and opportunity that would never come.
\nAs soon as the wrist was secured, Apollo anchored it with what was left of the\nstruggling woman’s other arm, just above the elbow. Barbara could barely breathe\nas the two men put all of their weight into pinning her to the massage table,\nwhich creaked and groaned under the weight of the heroine pinned beneath hulking\nmen. Once Barbara’s first wrist was secured, the two men set upon her other arm.\nWhen they were finally done, both of Babara’s wrists were tightly tied behind\nher back to the opposite elbow.
\nPressed face down on the table, Barbara could do little more than flail with her\nlegs, hoping to unseat or at least destabilize them. The fight was much more one\nsided than she was used to. Normally Barbara was meeting attackers head on and\ncould use her speed and agility against them. Two big men like these were seldom\nfaster than Batgirl and she could use their speed and momentum against them,\nflipping and kicking them into walls or sending them crashing into each other.
\nThis was a wrestling match and she was naked against men with a combined weight\nof close to four times her lithe 115 lbs. Barbara kept fighting, hoping against\nhope that the Her endurance might wear the two down.
\nAt first she thought they would just try to pin her legs together to subdue her.\nBinding them together would, by far, be the easiest way to end the fight. But,\nthat wasn’t what the did.
\nWhile Adonis lay across Barbara’s upper body, planting her securely face down on\nthe massage table, Apollo used grabbed another length of rope and looped it\naround Barbara’s kinking foot. Once her ankle was securely wrapped, he bent her\nleg back on itself.
\nBarbara was able to use her free foot to plant her heel solidly into Apollo’s\nright eye.
\nHe grunted and cussed but stayed focused on securing her leg. He wrapped her\nankle rope around her upper thigh twice and tied it off. Effectively pinning her\nfoot. Robbed of all leverage, Barbara kicked her free foot back at the man for a\nsecond time and managed to kick him in the face a second time with her heel.
\nWithout even reacting to the second kick, Apollo Grabbed her ankle and forced it\nback onto her thigh, effectively ending the fight. Apollo struggled slightly to\nhold her leg while tying it back to the thigh.
\nThe entire time the two men were wrestling the heroine she was screaming and\nshouting in defiance. Adonis, having the easier task of pinning her upper body\nto the table was reaching over and grabbing what he could of from the massage\nsupplies.
\nHe gripped a folded washcloth and, balling it up, managed to force it into\nBarbara's mouth. While not enough to neutralize her screams, it was enough to\nkeep her voice from escaping the sound proofed room.
\n“Dahlings, take her to the Persimmons Pressurizer… We’ll use it to extract the\ntruth from her.” Minerva dug through Barbara’s purse. “Adonis, Miss Pinkston\ndidn’t walk here. Find her car and bring it around back. We’ll Drop it off at\nthe airport on our way out of town.”
\n“You got it, Minerva.”
\nA PERSIMMONS PRESSURIZER? WHAT FRUITY FATE HAS MINERVA IN MIND? IS BARBARA\nGORDON A GONER? AND WHAT DOES A DRAGON’S TONGUE TASTE? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT\nEXCITING EPISODE SAME BAT-TIME SAME BAT CHANNEL
\nPart 2 Apollo carried the naked and bound Barbara Gordon through a door labeled\n“Secret Spa Room” in the basement of Minvera’s Mineral Spa.
\nBarbara was still struggling mightily, desperate to escape the tight bindings,\nforcing her arms across her back and her legs spread wide in a savage frog tie\nthat exposed her naked womanhood. Apollo dumped her onto an over-built massage\ntable. While it was padded with black leather, like other therapy tables Barbara\nhad seen, it was longer and broader and had manacles extending from the four\ncorners of the table and belts and strap stationed at different points, hinting\nits purpose might exceed traditional traction therapy.
\n“Don’t worry, Miss Pinkston. This isn’t for you, Minerva has something much\nworse planned for you…”
\n“Yes, Dahling, much worse.” Minerva came into the room followed by Adonis. “But\nI think you already expected that, didn’t you, Miss Gordon?” Minerva tossed the\nfolder Adonis had taken from the glove box of Barbara’s car on the table next to\nher. “It seems that Barbara Gordon, daughter of the Police Commissioner, paid us\na visit with the intention of planting listening devices all over the spa.”
\n“We better get out of Gotham quick, Minerva” Apollo was close to panic. “GPD\nwill be here any minute once they realize she isn’t coming out.”
\n“Relax, Dahling, Miss Gordon isn’t here in any official capacity. She’s a\nlibrarian, not a policewoman. When you saw her yesterday, she was at work.”\nMinerva Lifted Barbara’s chin with a silver gloved hand. “But , that still\nleaves us with the question, What are you doing here with a purse full of bugs\npretending to be Penelope Pinkston?” Minerva removed her gloves. Picking up a\nsqueeze bottle of labelled “Minerva’s Organic Food Grade Mineral Oil Substitute”\nshe filled her palm.
\n“Miss Gordon, Dahling, I would very much like to know what you learned about my\nhumble spa that made you want to listen in on our business?” She motioned over\nto a large lavender box in the corner of the room. “I had that built in case\nBatgirl tried to infiltrate my spa, I call it the Persimmons Pressurizer.”\nMinerva started rubbing her hands together. ‘It will work just as well on you as\nit would the purple princess.” Minerva motioned to her muscled minions, “Boys.”
\nAdonis and Apollo went over to the cabinet and opened the front. The box was\nmounted on sturdy legs. It had double doors going up the front of the box.\nRather than having a flat face, it sloped up to what was obviously a head hole.\nBarbara realized instantly what was inside. It was Sybian manufactured by Pinky\nPinkston’s Genital Electric. A smooth black naugahyde leather saddle with a\npurple phallus rising from the center.
\nShe also recognized the device immediately as the infamous “Dragon’s Tongue.” It\nwas the most expensive and powerful sex toy Pinky’s company ever produced.\nBarbara had ridden one of the early prototypes. Even being the adrenaline addict\nshe was, the ride had frightened her.
\nGenital Electric had them recalled to avoid several lawsuits. Few of them were\nreturned, and the secondary market exploded and made them extremely sought after\nand expensive. Barbara tried not to let her recognition show.
\n“Ungag her” Minerva looked at Barbara. “Tell me why you came to my spa!”
\n“You’ll never get away with this, Minerva.” Barbara's mouth was dry and her jaw\nached from the thick stuff gag. “Batman and Robin will hunt you down.”
\n“Possibly, Dahling, but they haven't yet. Who were you planting those bugs for?”
\n“You’ll find out when the police get here.” Barbara knew Minerva was calling her\nbluff. The Hungarian villainess stepped up to the Dragon’s Tongue and started\nlubricating it with the mineral oil.
\n“This should get you talking, Dahling,” Minerva was enthusiastically jacking off\nthe purple phallus as she explained. “This oil might ruin this dick, but it’s\nbetter than the dick ruining you…Don’t you think, Dahling?”
\n“You might recognize this Persimmons Pressurized as similar to a traditional\nsweat box you’ve seen in other spas, but this one is very special…”
\n“Aside from the giant dildo?” Barbara was not feeling very compliant as she\nwatched Minerva blond hair bouncing up and down as she enthusiastically\nlubricated the device with unnecessary enthusiasm.
\n“Ha! Such defiance! Dahling, enjoy it while you can, because it won’t last long”\nMinerva pointed to the stand next to the steam box. It has a curve top with a\nswitch mounted on it, much like the round mounting of a ship's telegraph. The\nhandle was pushed all the way forward as Minerva wiped her hands with a towel.\n“I had this specially built in case Batgirl should have stumbled onto our\noperation. But since she seems to have overlooked our clever ruse, I will still\nget to try it out on you, Dahling.”
\n“This is no ordinary steam box. Notice that I have a variety of settings from\nQuestioning, to Interrogation, torture, eventual death and Instant Death”\nMinerva reached for the handle to demonstrate. As she pulled it to the first\nsetting, the dragon’s tongue started to move. There was light hiss of steam\nreleased, as she moved it interrogation, there was a ding and the Sybian started\nto rattle as the machine’s plastic dick moved up and down in a more rapid\nmotion, spraying the it’s lubricant across the room. “You get the idea, I am\nsure, Dahling…” . When steam cleared, Minerva motioned for her two henchmen to\nput their captive into the box. Apollo and Adonis lifted teh struggling Barbara\nand lowered her onto the machine, Minerva guiding the purple phallus home.
\nBarbara winced as she felt the greasy studded cock slide into her body. The fear\nand danger had excited to the point where she was embarrassed at how readily her\nbody accepted it. She let out a fake groan to hide her excitement. She had no\nintention of letting Minerva or her men realize this wasn’t the first\nfuckmachine she was going to be left to die on.
\n“Dahling, I need to know why you were trying to plant listening devices in my\nspa….” Minerva was pouring out more of the mineral oil and rubbing it liberally\nonto Barbara’s naked body. “This oil will help stop you from sweating, making\nthe heat all the more deadly.” Minerva threw the empty bottle on the counter and\nclosed the doors to the sweat box, sealing her into the hot box.
\n“Tell me now, Dahling and I will make sure the police find you after we leave…”\nBarbara knew intuitively Minerva meant found dead.
\nBarbara’ s head was the only thing sticking out of Minerva’s trap. A rubber\ncollar sealed around her neck.
\n“Oil isn’t good for rubber” Barbara quipped defiantly.
\n“Don’t worry, Dahling. I am not planning on using it a second time….” Minerva\nwent to the controller and squeezed the handle and pulled it from off straight\nto Interrogation.
\nBarbara groaned in ecstasy. She was a freak of nature in the way danger and sex\nintertwined in her psyche. The blond criminal was pushing her buttons. The\nsybians were the centerpiece of Pinky Pinston’s Genital Electric company and the\nDragon’s Tongue would have been the crown jewel of the product line, if only it\nhadn’t been so dangerous. The sensation of the mechanical dick moving inside her\nso intense Barbara came almost at once. She closed her eyes an moaned.
\n“Miss Gordon, I vant to know who sent you here!” Minerva’s accent was getting\nmore pronounced. Barbara could feel the steam entering the box. It was getting\nhot. She could feel the heat and sweat coming from her skin
\n“You know, Dahling, The Dragon’s Tongue isn’t there to kill you. It’s there to\nkeep you from focusing on escape….” Minerva gripped Barbara’s chin between her\nfingers. “Death will come from dehydration and heat stroke.” She gave Barbara\none of her most insincere smiles, gloating over her victims slow, but inevitable\nfate. “While I am jetting out over the Atlantic, you will be in this Secret Spa\nRoom experiencing a slow death.”
\n“You’re not getting anything from me, but testimony at your trial.” Barbara was\nalready soaked in greasy mixture of sweat, oil and cum.
\n“Well, Dahling, let’s turn up the heat shall we?” Minerva gave a nod and Apollo\nmoved the lever from ‘Interogation’ to ‘Torture’.
\nBarbara could feel the heat rise in the cabinet. It was intense and the sybian,\nwell lubricated inside her body kept her well stimulated. The bondage, heat and\ncontinuous thrum of powerful sex toy pushed Barbara to the brink of\nunconsciousness. Minerva, though delighting in the sadism of the moment, was\nslowly realizing that Barbara wasn’t going to answer her questions.
\n“Dahling, I would love to personally watch your slow and ultimately agonizingly\norgasmic death. But, the boys and I have a plane to catch.” She motioned to\nApollo to switch the lever From Interrogation to ‘eventual Death.’ Barbara, in\nher half twilight of consciousness, was worried the sexual assault of the\nmachine would rip her apart, to her surprise, the Dragon’s Tongue let up on the\nintensity. The rotation of the phallus slowed and the vibration moderated, as if\nto draw the process out as long as possible.
\nMinerva got up from her interrogation stool and looked at Apollo. “Make sure she\ngets plenty of water. Then seal the room and come upstairs.”
\n“Miss Gordon, Dahling, once this room is sealed, so is your fate. In the\nunlikely event that any one finds this room while you are still alive, opening\nthe door will lead to automatically switching the Persimmons Pressurizer to\n‘Instant Death.’”
\nMinerva picked up the rest of her belongings, which included a large,loot filled\nduffle bag. She tossed what treasures were still in the room into the bag, which\nincluded some bundles of cash, several jewelry boxes and a bank portfolio with\nthe Wayne Enterprises insignia embossed in gold.
\n“Oh, and Apollo, Dahling, make sure the cork is in the champaign…” and she\ntossed large purple ball gag over to him. “The better to keep it fresh…”
\nApollo watched his boss leave and gave Barbara a bottle of water, which she\ndrank greedily. He gave her a second bottle.
\nWhen she was done, Apollo grabbed Barbara by the hair and forced the purple ball\ngag into her mouth. “That’ll keep you quiet.” He stepped back for a last look at\nBarbara.
\n“This is only going to slow the inevitable, but that’s what the boss wants.” He\nlooked at Barbara, “she can be an absolute cunt when dealing with other women,\nespecially ones who are younger and better looking.” He leaned into her, “don’t\ntell her I said that.”
\n“That gag looks even better on you than it would on Batgirl,” He nodded towards\nthe control leaver.
\n“Unfortunately, ‘instant death’ isn’t quite accurate. It actually will take a\nminute or two of truly horrific agony….” Apollo rubbed the portion of his face\nBarbara had landed her last kick. Too bad there are no cameras, I would love to\nsee that….”
\nApollo went to the door. “See you in the next life, kiddo.” Barbara could hear a\nvault-like mechanism closing after him.
\nBarbara glanced at the control for the steam box. It clicked halfway between\n‘Eventual Death’ and ‘Instant Death.’ More steamed hissed into the box.
\nIS THIS THE END OF BARBARA GORDON? STEAMED TO DEATH RIDING THE DRAGON’S TONGUE?\nMINERVA IS REALLY COOKING BARBARA’S GOOSE? ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Part 3
\nBarbara’s head was lolling backwards and forwards. The heat inside the sweat box\nwas unbearable. The water that Apollo had given her had revived her, but only so\nthat she was more aware of the Dragon’s tongue assaulting her from within. She\nwas still being forced to climax but after so many and so brutally she was\nbecoming immune to the sensations.
\nThe purple ball gag was hard rubber and it was forcing her jaw open to an\nuncomfortable degree, and her saliva dribbled out of her mouth as she tried\nfutilely to make herself more comfortable.
\nThe physical demands of the sweatbox were brutal, just trying to focus her mind\non her predicament was all she could muster. Barbara was trying to remember all\nabout how saunas worked. Her mind was foggy, but she remembered the rule of 200.\nTemperature and Humidity ideally would add up to 200. Barbara knew with the oil\ncoating her skin, covering her pores and the moist hot air circulating inside\nthe box, Humidity was effectively 100%. The air inside the box would only need\nto be somewhere between 100. Unfortunately, the purpose was not to help her\nexfoliate, it was to kill her. As slowly as possible.
\nBarbara struggled with her arms, she had been caught unawares by villains\nbefore, being naked physically overwhelmed so easily by two men was not a\nsensation she would want to repeat. She hadn’t appreciated the extra advantages\nthe thin armor of her gloves and boots gave her when fighting.
\nPulling at her wrists, Barbara tried to clear her mind. She went back to the\nbrief fight with Apollo and Adonis as they manhandled her into the ropes. She\nthought about all that she had trained for such occasions. The tricks that could\ngive every slight advantage in a battle…
\nBarbara flexed her hand, fortunately, she had held a fist while getting tied up.\nShe had learned long ago that a clenched fist made her wrist wider and handcuffs\neasier to escape. If only Apollo and Adonis had come at her with metal\nbracelets, they were much easier to slip out of than rope…
\nShe could feel that the ropes had softened from the steam, the oil and her\nsweat. Barbara moved her hands inside the rope loops. How the knots had been\napplied to her couldn’t really tell. They were knotted above her elbows and to\nher opposite wrist.
\nApollo and Adonis apparently had not been using their considerable strength\nadvantage in this scheme. They hadn’t gotten over enthusiastic with the tight\nbondage. Inexperienced thugs would either tie too tight or poorly. Minerva was\nnormally relying on brainwashing victims using her Deepest Secret Extractor\nduring her patented Eggplant Jelly Vitamin Scalp Massage. Her two thugs, not\nsure what Minerva was planning, opted to not leave marks.
\nBarbara wondered briefly how many of Minerva’s victims needed to be restrained.\nWith the surety of the bondage, she knew she wasn’t the first one.
\nBarbara gasped at the cool room air, the only way to fight the life threatening\nheat of the steam box was to take advantage of the heat lost to the relatively\ncool room. Somewhat rejuvenated by the water she had been given to draw out her\neventual death, Barbara explored the rope work with her fingers. Wet knots in\nnatural rope fibers would make the undoing the knots a hopeless exercise.
\nBarbara was still riding the soft rubber dildo, and it’s motion continued to\nstimulate her,but she had escaped fuck machines before and she rode the cock\nwhile working at the ropes.
\nShe focused on moving what little slack she had from her wrists to the rope\nabove the elbow. Left elbow was the least tight. With a couple of minutes of\nwork, she was able to slide therope off her elbow.
\nOnce it was over her elbow, she slipped the ropes down to her wrist. Now she had\nher two wrists together at her right elbow.
\nShe shifted her weight on the top of the sybian, The Dragon’s Tongue pushed deep\ninto her pussy as she tried to get her right wrist free.
\nHer hand slipped free of the rope and once able to straighten her right arm,\nBarbara was able to slide the loops from above her and release her other hand.
\nThe first thing Babara did was to try to get herself off the dildo. She couldn’t\nmove her head forward because of the hole in the box and she couldn’t raise her\nbody because of the shape of the box. Prevented her shoulders from going up.
\nShe did manage to raise herself off it a smidgeon, which was a small relief..
\nWith her hands free inside the box, Barbara felt around inside the box. Her\nheart sank a bit as she realized there was no latch mechanism inside the box.\nBarbara hadn’t really expected Minerva to have made it so easy to escape. This\nwas a purpose made deathtrap and putting a latch mechanism inside it would have\nbeen an egregious design error, not that it hadn’t happened in the past…
\nBarbara looked at the control lever, it still sat perched between “Eventual\nDeath” and “Instant Death.” She wondered whether the cabinet doors were\nconnected to the same booby trap activation as the secret room door.
\nShe gave an experimental push on the front door lid of the cabinet and it didn’t\nbudge. Barbara wanted out of that box desperately. Feeling the top lid, it was\nnot as solid as the front of the cabinet, but the ergonomics of applying a force\nupward was just not going to work.
\nShe thought about her options. Her brain was foggy and the heat would exhaust\nher soon enough. She thought of some of the ways she could force the cabinet\nopen.
\nHer mind went back into all of her martial arts training over the years. Batman\nwas a brawler and relied on metal backing in his gloves to make his punches more\ndevastating. She wondered if her father ever realized that Batman had brass\nknuckles sewn into his gloves. Robin was not as big and had to rely more on\nfinesse, but was getting punch drunk from the beatings.
\nShe thought about a martial artist that she had known, Kato came to mind. He had\nbeen amazing. He was far faster than any crime fighter, or any fighter, for that\nmatter, than she had ever seen.
\nHe had given her many useful suggestions that made her all the more effective.\nThe only skill he had tried to teach her that she was never able to truly master\nwas the one inch punch.
\n“No time like the present,” Barbara thought. She cleared her mind. Her thoughts\nfocused down onto the fist the positioning of her hand… the chain of muscle\ncontractions that would lead her through the punch. Kato was so much faster than\nshe ever hoped to be, but she couldn’t stay where she was… in another twenty\nminutes she was as good as dead. Barbara, pulled back her hand. There was so\nlittle room in the box, the maneuver was near impossible. She focused her\nbreathing and ran through the motion several times slowly. When she felt like\nher chi was focused, her fist shot forward…
\n“Fuck!”
\nThat hurt like fucking hell, she cursed into her purple ball gag. The bare\nknuckles against the wooden death trap made a thud. The years of training had\ngiven her fist some resilience, but the moist heat had also softened them.
\nBarbara refocused. She knew kato would be toweling himself off after his first\ntry… She fired a second punch and the door bounced back at her with a loud\n“clack.”
\nHer third and fourth punches were similarly ineffective. She was getting tired\nand she tried hard to make the fifth one count. Her hand was smarting, but she\nwas starting to feel her center returning as she lined knuckles up.
\nUsing her straightened fingers as a spacer she closed her eyes and made a fist,\n“crack.” she felt the wood break longitudinally from the top of the door down.
\nShe could feel a breath of cold air burst in briefly. The wood was split, but\ndid not come apart.
\nShe lined up another punch and the bottom of the door broke away. She couldn’t\nsee it but she could feel 2x4 that was holding the box shut.
\nBarbara managed to push the board aside and opened the cabinet.
\nBarbara tumbled onto the floor of the sp’s secret room. She lay gasping naked\nand wet on the floor. Her legs were still tightly bound a tangle of rope hung\nfrom her arms, but she was alive and no longer being raped by Minerva’s machine.\nThe floor was wonderfully cool and she thought about drifting to sleep. The\nordeal was over, but she wanted Minerva in the worst way.
\nMinerva and her gang were going to fly out after dumping Barbara’s car in the\nairport parking lot. Knowing time was of the essence, Barbara started to work on\nthe ropes binding her legs. With her heel pulled back on her thighs, she had\nlost all feeling in them. At first it was slow going, but like her wrists, she\nwas able to work a bit of slack into the ropes. She pulled herself over to the\ncounter and started going through the drawers. Most of them were stocked with\ntowels and robes. She did come across a small first aid kit that had a pair of\nmedical shears.
\nWithin a few minutes, Barbara was laying on the floor with her legs extended\nstraight and massaging the blood back into them. The pins and needles sensation\nwas agony at first as she tried to regain sensation, but told her that Apollo\nand Adonis had failed to cause her any permanent damage.
\nA brief exploration of the room gave her a case of water bottles and a partial\ncase of sports drinks. After hydrating with several bottles, Barbara started\nlooking at how to escape the room. Minerva’s death trap turned out to be\nsurprisingly easy to neutralize if you were free in the room with it. Unplugged\nfrom the wall the Dragon’s Tongue slowed to a halt and the steam box belched a\nfinal cloud of steam and died. Barbara made quick work of the door’s lock,\nseeing that it was designed to prevent someone from breaking in and not breaking\nout…
\nBarbara grabbed her dress and threw it on over her dried sweat and whatever was\nleft of the coating of Minerva’s Mineral Oil. She left through the back door of\nthe spa and walked a half block down the back alley until she reached her\nBatgirl-cycle. She lifted the lid to the fiberglass saddle bag. A reel to reel\ntape recorder was still turning slowly recording whatever the sounds were being\npicked up by the two or three bugs she planted that Minerva and her thugs never\nfound. Barbara turned the recorder off and opened the other saddle bag and\npulled out her spare Batgirl uniform.
\nBarbara was too tired to care if she was spotted naked in the alley, unlikely as\nit was. She pulled the fresh uniform over her crusty body. She thanked her stars\nthat her cowl had her signature red wig permanently attached. Her natural hair\nwas steamed and matted almost flat on her head.
\nAs soon as she was in full costume, Barbara started listening to the tape. It\nhad all the evidence she needed.
\nBarbara wolfed down some of the energy bars Alfred had given her for just such\noccasions, straddled the bike and headed off for Gotham Airport.
\nBarbara was debating where to go… Minerva was planning on dumping Barbara’s car\nin the long term lot, where it might take a week to be found. But, that duffle\nbag of money and jewelry wasn't going as carry on or checked baggage.
\nBarbara was sure Minerva was going to leave on a private plane, but how would\nshe know which one?
\nAs she rounded the edge of the airfield Barbara saw the Wayne Enterprise jet\nrolling out of the hangar. That’s odd, Barbara thought, the Wayne jet was\nsupposed to be impounded as collateral for one of Bruce's many lawsuits.
\nBarbara popped the bike into a higher gear and poured on the gas. She raced down\nthe road, passing the fence to reach the far gate. Sitting in the copilot’s seat\nwas a big head of blond hair and jewelry.
\nThe idea of stopping and alerting the gate guard that an Arch Criminal was\nmaking an escape occurred to Barbara, but stopping the plane would be impossible\nonce it was airborne.
\n“He’ll get the idea” was all that she thought as blew past the gate at just over\n70 mph. The thin wooden barrier flew into the air as the Batgirl cycle whizzed\npast.
\nBarbara popped the clutch into it’s highest gear and took off down the tarmac.\nThe jet was taxiing to the take off run way and the bike was straining to catch\nup. Minerva must have realized that Batgirl was there for her and they need to\nget airborne.
\nFortunately, for Barbara, her bike was already going over 100 mph while the jet\nwas still spinning up the power on its engine. Barbara was pulling up on the\nport side of the plane as it approached take off speed. Barbara pulled her\nBat-grapple from a holster below the gas tank and pointed it down range towards\nthe plane’s landing gear. She only had one shot and it needed to count.
\nShe aimed for the center of the gear and pulled the trigger. The Grapple shot\nstraight out, towing the leader cable from the feed mounted on the bike. The\nspike was designed to penetrate concrete and she was gratified to see it blowout\none of the tires. The spiked tire continued to spin and was quickly winding up\nthe steel cable. By the time all 100 feet had played out, the mess of cable was\nfouling the landing gear. The gun, which was still attached to the cable, was\njerked out Barbara’s hand.
\nBarbara let up on the throttle of her Batgirl cycle and let the airplane pull\nahead. As it did, the tangled wheel seized up and the plane lurched to the left\nand the landing gear twisted and collapsed. The wing tip hit the ground and the\nplane started to skid on the tarmac. The pilot, realizing the plane was never\ngoing to take off, killed the engine and the plane spun and skidded as the\nremaining landing gear collapsed.
\nLetting her bike coast behind the plane Barbara could see the shocked faces of\nApollo and Minerva swing into view and then out of view as the plane continued\nits spinning skid.
\nAs the plane came to a rest, airport police and fire rescue were streaming down\nthe runway. Barbara pulled her Batgirl cycle up to the cabin door just as\nMinerva and her two henchmen popped the door to make their escape. Minerva\ncarrying her duffel bag.
\n“You’re under arrest Minerva, and so are your lackeys,” Barbara stepped in front\nof Apollo and Adonis. The two brutes didn’t think twice about attacking a\nBatgirl, she was a fraction of their size.
\nBarbara smiled with satisfaction as her spin kink hit Apollo in the ear and\nimmediately laid him flat on the ground. She followed up with a right cross to\nAdonis’ chin. Titanium is such an awesome metal, she thought. Never leave home\nwithout it…
\n“If you are here, then Dahling, you’ll be sad to hear that Miss Gordon, the\ndaughter of Commissioner Gordon is already dead…” Minerva wasn’t quite ready to\ngive up despite the loss of her two henchmen and her escape jet. Minerva pulled\nout nickel plated pistol and started to raise toward’s the Dominoes Dare Doll.
\n“Not so fast Minerva,” Barbara grabbed the slide of the gun in a lightning move,\npushing it down and away with speed that left Minerva dumb struck. Barbara\nreleased that hammer on the pistol just as the first police cruiser pulled up\nand several a pair of Gotham’s Finest covered Minerva and her goons.
\n“I have you on tape conspiring to extort money from Gotham’s millionaires and\nthe attempted murder of Barbara Gordon.” Barbara motioned to the saddle bag of\nher Batgirl-cycle. You didn’t find all the microphones, Miss Gordon was kind\nenough to hide.
\n“Those tapes won’t be admissible in court, Dahling.” Minerva was starting to\nrealize how cornered she really was. Typical Batman evidence was often thrown\nout. Secret tape recordings by Batman were consistently made fun of by the Arch\nCriminals that seldom were sentenced to more than a few months at a time.
\n“They will be with this, Dahhhlinnnng” Barbara said mockingly. “This a warrant\nfrom Judge Juliano. You remember him, don’t you?” Barbara pointed to the duffel\nbag. “Isn’t that the Tiara he wore for the Governor’s Command Performance of\n‘Hello Molly’?”
\n“He seemed to remember a fair amount of His Eggplant Jelly Vitamin Scalp Massage\nwhen I prompted him a little. Fortunately, his follow-up visit wasn’t until next\nweek.”
\n“Barbara Gordon is at home, resting after I release her from the death trap you\nabandoned her in.” Batgirl snapped her Bat-cuffs on Minerva. “Tomorrow she will\nbe at Police Headquarters filing a statement and certifying the authenticity of\nthe recordings.”
\nChief O’Hara pulled and climbed out of one of the late arriving squad car with a\nconfused look on his face.
\n“Begorrah, what happened here?” He looked around, “where did Batman go?”
\nFinis
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