Batgirl: Green-eyed Monster Ch. 01
This story is the fifth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, based on the characters in the early Batman comics and the sixties TV series, in which Barbara Gordon's relationships with all those around her, continue to develop, at the same time as the Dark Damsel manages to get herself into all sorts of tricky, sexually explosive situations. My thanks to the many readers who have taken the time to send me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. This story follows on from 'Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel'.
Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 1: Supersonic Striptease
Wednesday, 3:30 pm
Batgirl eased open the rickety, slightly ajar, wooden door of the boarded up, long abandoned warehouse, as quietly as was possible. It still creaked, alarmingly, despite her best efforts. The dilapidated storage facility was situated in the old, downtown industrial district of Gotham City.
Sucking in a deep breath, she squeezed her shapely torso through the narrow gap, into the gloomy, dusty interior of the disused building. A shrill warning voice inside her head, kept screaming, "It's a trap, you fool! Get the hell out of there!" but Batgirl ignored it, as always. Of course it was a trap, but if it meant getting her hands on that notorious criminal, Two-face, the Dark Damsel was willing to take that chance.
The curvaceous costumed crime-fighter, was wearing the latest sexy incarnation of her Batgirl outfit, which consisted of a skintight deep purple Latex catsuit, black ankle boots with five-inch spiky heels, and a black Batcowl, that covering most of her head. The cowl incorporated a mask that covered her upper face and eyes, to avoid her real identity from being discovered. Two pointed bat-like ears, thrust up from the sides of the cowl, incorporating electronic sound sensors that gave her almost bat-like audible ability. A yellow utility belt, incorporating numerous compartments to hold her Bat-accessories, was slung low on her shapely hips. She had dispensed with her Bat-cape and the various pieces of Kevlar armor, incorporated in her previous costume design, since these had tended to restrict her movements, and helped hide her superb figure. 'If you've got it, then flaunt it!' tended to be her motto, in these more-enlightened times. It also gave her that valuable extra split-second to strike, while her wide-eyed opponent was ogling her obvious charms.
Crouching slightly, she advanced along the hallway on the tips of her toes, peering about, alertly, ready for anything. Despite her potentially life-threatening situation, Batgirl felt her nipples peaking and hardening, pressing against the sheer clinging confines of her catsuit, with its bright yellow Bat-symbol nestling between her shapely, taut breasts. "Danger's almost as good as sex!" she mused, with a slight smile on her full, purple painted lips. "Almost, but not quite!"
-oOo-
An anonymous note had been delivered to her father, Police Commissioner Jim Gordon, at GCPD headquarters, while she had been visiting him on another matter, in her Batgirl persona. Daddy had no idea that his lovely, red-haired daughter, Barbara, was also that scourge of the Gotham City underworld, Batgirl!
The aging law officer's eyes had grown wide, as he read the note, which had just been handed to him by his long-serving (or should that be 'suffering'?) secretary, Bonnie.
"It's an anonymous tip-off, Girl Wonder!" he informed her, looking up at the Dark Damsel, with a grim expression on his face. "The writer claims that the notorious disfigured criminal, Two-face, is holed up in an old deserted warehouse, downtown, in the former industrial district!" He passed the missive over to the costumed heroine. "It's unsigned!"
"Hmm, anonymous notes rarely are, Commissioner!" Batgirl murmured, absently, as she scanned the text, which included the full address of the abandoned warehouse and a penciled map on how to get there. She memorized the address and passed the note back to Gotham City's most senior police officer. "I'll handle this... with your permission, of course, Commissioner?" she added, hastily.
"Er, yes, yes of course, Dark Damsel," he readily agreed, his gaze drawn to her shapely, slightly jiggling breasts. He could clearly see the large dark areolas of her magnificent breasts through the sheer clinging material, together with the peaks of her prominent nipples, as they thrust against their clinging confines, as if trying to burst free. "But it could be a cunning trap, dreamt up by the nefarious criminal himself?" he added, finally dragging his eyes back to her face and giving her a disapproving look.
"Perhaps?" she agreed, spinning on her high heels, to present him with the equally delicious sight of her shapely derriere, "but it won't be the first time I've walked into a deliberate trap!"
"I'll send the Dynamic Duo along, as soon as I manage to get in touch with them!" Jim called after her, watching her sexy ass sway out of his office and noting the skimpy black thong disappearing between her firm round buttocks, beneath the sheer clinging catsuit. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt collar, suddenly feeling all hot and bothered.
-oOo-
Batgirl pressed her ass and shoulderblades back against the corridor wall, as she inched her way forward, before craning her neck and cautiously peeping into an open doorway. Her eyes were greeted by the sight of a long disused office, now empty except for a pile of rubble in one corner. There was no sign of the thick layer of dust that had accumulated, having been disturbed in the last twenty years, let alone recently. She slowly exhaled, not realizing, up until that moment, that she had been holding her breath.
Two-face was the arch nemesis of the Batman. His real name was Harvey Dent, and at one time, many years ago, he had been the District Attorney for Gotham City and District, and a very competent one too, by all accounts. He had also been a close friend of multi-millionaire Bruce Wayne. Unfortunately for Harvey, just as he was preparing to apprehend a mob boss by the name of Rupert Thorne, Thorne had somehow discovered that Harvey suffered from a split personality. Thorne was determined to take advantage of this information, but a freak explosion had damaged the left side of Dent's body, while the D.A. and his officers, were in the process of apprehending Thorne and his cronies. This incident had scarred Harvey Dent more than just physically, and he went off the rails, taking up a life of crime! Right and wrong no longer held any real meaning for this psychotic menace! And now, it seemed, he was once more out on the prowl?
Batgirl listened carefully, with her electronically enhanced hearing, but the only sounds she could detect, were the scurrying of rodents and the occasional clicking of the old building, settling. "Perhaps the note was just a hoax?" she mused, as she crept along the deserted corridor. "Perhaps Two-face..." She heard a faint sound and spun around, just in time to see Two-face catch the coin that he had just flicked into the air.
The horribly half-deformed face of the six-feet tall villain, split into an evil grin, as he glanced at the double-headed silver dollar in his left hand. "Rough side! Bad luck, Batgirl!" he said, followed by an insane chuckle. "It's not your lucky day!" Before the Dark Angel could move, he pressed a red button on a remote control unit, held in his right hand, and the floor fell away, as a trapdoor sprang open beneath Batgirl's feet.
With a shrill squeal of terror, Batgirl plunged into the dark depths. She automatically started to curl up into a defensive ball, before hitting hard, some forty feet below. With a groan of pain, she staggered to her feet, shaking her head and rubbing her shapely ass, which seemed to have absorbed the worst of the impact? She was going to have an almighty bruise there by morning but, miraculously, she seemed to have survived the fall without suffering any broken bones or serious injury.
It was pitch black! The trapdoor had swung closed above her head, cutting off what little light had been present. She couldn't even see her hand in front of her face, when she held it up.
Batgirl took a cautious step forward, arms outstretched in front of her, and recoiled slightly, as her fingertips brushed a vertical surface. She tentatively reached out again, and located the surface. It was cold and smooth, and seemed to be slightly concave. She quickly crouched down and discovered that the barrier extended up from a slightly rougher floor surface. She straightened up and stood on the tips of her toes, but she could not feel the top of the obstruction. She started to edge sideways with her palms pressed against the barrier and quickly discovered that it extended all around her. Batgirl estimated that it was approximately six-feet in diameter. She appeared to be in some sort of small, cylindrical chamber?
Suddenly, an overhead light came on and she gasped, as she realized she was trapped inside a large glass cylinder. Through the thick glass wall, she saw Two-face descending a flight of concrete steps, into some sort of large, dusty basement. He walked over toward her, grinning like some macabre circus clown, from the good half of his face.
"I was hoping to capture Batman and possibly the Boy Blunder, as well," he announced, his voice somewhat muffled by the intervening clear barrier, "but you will have to do for now, Batgirl!"
"What are you going to do with me?" she demanded, angrily, standing in a defiant Batgirl pose, legs astride, breasts thrust out and hands firmly planted on her flared hips, determined not to show any outward signs of fear. She was certainly a delicious sight. The translucent material of her dark purple costume clearly revealed that her only item of underwear was a skimpy blank thong, clinging high on her hips.
"Why kill you of course, my dear!" he replied, with an amused chuckle. "The world will be a far better place when there are three less troublesome bats in it!"
He stepped over to a control board, just to the one side of the cylinder, flicked a switch and rotated a large knob. With a rumble, some sort of hydraulic pump started up and quickly gathered speed. "Of course, we can't have you casting off this mortal coil by any ordinary, mundane means," he continued, with a half-smirk. "That would NEVER do, not for a Caped Crusader! Hence this devilish device, which will also reveal your true identity, at the same time as you die!"
Batgirl heard a gurgling noise and stared down at a metal grill set in the stone floor, between her widespread feet. Some sort of clear liquid had started to gush forth, swilling around her ankle boots, as the chamber started to rapidly fill.
"I shall leave you now," Two-face said, with a theatrical bow. "When I return, all will be revealed... to me, that is! You, my dear, will no longer be in a position to care, either way!" He turned and exited the basement, laughing, uproariously.
-oOo-
As he disappeared, Batgirl heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness these deranged criminal types always wander off someplace, once they have me trapped in one of their insidious devices," she muttered to herself. "Now to figure a way out of here?"
She crouched down and trailed a finger through the clear liquid, then heaved another sigh of relief. It seemed to be water, with a small addition of some sort of industrial detergent? The water level was just above the tops of her ankle boots now, and rising, steadily. She would have to find a way out of the glass cylinder quickly, or she might eventually drown? "I should be able to tread water, as the level rises, so perhaps I should just wait until I float to the top of this cylinder?" she mused.
Suddenly, a loud sizzling sound was added to the dull thump, thump of the water pump, and the surface of the water started to display considerable surface ripples. Barbara frowned, feeling a tickling sensation about her feet and ankles, gradually climbing up her calves, as the water level rose still further.
She glanced down and gave a gasp of shock. While her leather boots still seemed to be intact, the sheer, clinging material of her catsuit, was pealing away from her skin and rapidly disintegrating in a cloud of swirling bubbles, beneath the surface of the water. "This must be some powerful industrial variant of a supersonic cleaner?" she gasped, as realization dawned. The sheer material of her Batcostume, was literally falling apart under the concentrated vibrational attack of the aqueous solution. She recalled Two-face's parting words, 'When I return, all will be revealed' and shuddered.
She launched a power kick at the curved glass wall, but it was far too thick and strong for her to break through and didn't even budge. She tried to bridge her body across the width of the cylinder but the gap was too great. She lost her footing and tumbled backward into the swirling solution, which was already over two-feet deep and steadily rising. She came up spluttering and soaking wet and climbed back to her feet. Even the brief submersion had affected the material of her costume. Where it was most highly stressed, the fibers had started to break down and tear apart. A perky nipple forced its way into view, quickly followed by its equally erect neighbor. The swirling water level had now reached mid-thigh, quickly and efficiently stripping away her costume, as it rose.
Batgirl stared up, starting to panic, as she felt the liquid starting to lap about her crotch. The glass tube seemed to extend almost to the ceiling, with its closed trapdoor. It was becoming harder for her to concentrate! The vibrations against her pussy and clitoris were turning her on. She groaned and closed her eyes, as she felt the material of both the catsuit and her thong, disintegrate and swirl away from her pubes, leaving them naked.
As the water started to lap about her lower belly and ass, her eyes sprang open, and she reached for her utility belt, pulling out her pneumatic pistol, just before the vibrating solution enveloped it. Holding it above her head, she fitted an expandable light alloy grapnel, with attached nylon cord, and fired it at the rim of the cylinder, high above. But the gap between rim and ceiling was small, and the device bounced off the wooden boards and fell back.
"Damn!" Batgirl managed to catch the grapnel but some of the attached nylon rope fell into the bubbling solution. With a gasp of dismay, she tugged it from the water and quickly rewound it, hoping it hadn't been noticeably weakened by its momentary emersion. The solution was now lapping against the bottoms of her shapely breasts, attacking the outer layers of her skin, as well as her costume, which swirled away in ribbons of dissolving material. She had to get out of there fast! She swiftly took aim and fired again.
Again, the grapnel failed to latch on to the rim, and fell back into the churning, bubbling solution. Barbara groaned with disappointment and fished the device out again. By the time she had auto-wound the nylon cord, the water was lapping over her shoulders, and the only part of her costume still intact, apart from her ankle boots, was her Batcowl and mask.
The insidious vibrations were turning her on. She tried not to writhe her hips, as she aimed the device and fired again. This time the grapnel hooked onto the rim and Batgirl almost came, such was her delight and relief. She tugged on the thin nylon cord, to ensure that the hooks were firmly embedded, and that the nylon cord had not been too severely weakened by its short immersion. Then, planting her right foot against the glass wall, she started to climb the rope, slowly walking up the slippery side of the cylinder, as she hauled herself clear of the lethal churning liquid.
She reached the rim of the open-topped glass cylinder, which was no more than twelve-inches beneath the wooden ceiling, and clung on, trying to catch her breath after her exertions. Then, hooking one foot over the four-inch thick glass rim, she managed to haul herself astride it, lying flat on her belly, with one shapely leg dangling inside the container and the other outside. She had lost her boots by now, they having finally gone the way of her costume. The glass rim dug, painfully, into the tender flesh of the insides of her thighs and between her naked heaving breasts, which were forced apart, either side of the thick transparent barrier. Her shapely naked ass cheeks were brushing the rough floorboards of the ceiling above.
She now had a choice to make. She could either descend to the floor of the basement by rappelling down the nylon cable, or try to exit via the trapdoor above her head? Jumping down, unaided, was out of the question, since she might kill or seriously injure herself, in the attempt. The decision was made for her, as she realized the dangling nylon cord was now partially submerged under the fast rising foaming solution. As she went to haul it clear, she saw the nylon cable disintegrating before her eyes.
"Damn!" She fumbled in her utility belt, which was still in one piece, luckily, and drew out a miniature laser cutter, a prototype supplied by WayneTech. Then, tightly gripping the glass wall between her powerful, muscular thighs, she reached out toward the electronic lock that held the two halves of the trapdoor together, aimed and pressed the button. The bright-blue beam of energy that emerged, sliced through the metal lock, like a hot knife through butter, and the two halves of the trapdoor fell open, one narrowly failing to knock her from her precarious perch.
Reaching up, the near-naked daredoll gripped the edge of the hatch with one hand, and eased her upper torso out across the cylinder, twisting, awkwardly, until both hands were gripping the edge of the open hatchway. She managed to get both legs hooked over the outside of the cylinder, then hauled her elbows onto the floor of the room above, panting heavily from her considerable exertions. If she should slip now, it would probably prove to be her last! She eased up first one leg, then the other, until her feet rested, precariously, on the rim of the cylinder. She was leaning backward, slightly, over the churning, still rising solution.
"Aaaaagghh!" she cried out, as her feet lost their purchase, and she found herself hanging by her arms, scrabbling for grip on the rotten floorboards, her legs flailing beneath her, just above the still rising water level. "I'm doomed!" she thought, as her arms started to slip. "I'll never see Jenny again!"
-oOo-
Suddenly, gloved hands were clutching her under her armpits, supporting her weight and hauling her upward. "Easy does it, Batgirl!" murmured a familiar voice, as a second pair of hands gripped her wrists and aided in pulling her up through the open hatchway.
"Holy Birthday Suit!" gasped Robin, as Batgirl came into full view and he ogled her superb tits and pussy. Batgirl was totally naked, apart from her Batcowl and mask, a couple of clinging shreds of Batcostume and a numerous dirty smudges. Her skin seemed to have developed a bright rosy hue. "What happened to you, Batgirl?" he exclaimed, wide-eyed, staring at her hard, erect nipples and her neatly shaven pussy. "I've never seen anyone blushing all over before!"
"I've just had a supersonic bath!" she snapped, noting the considerable bulge in the front of his Robin briefs. "Now, if one of you so-called gentlemen, would kindly lend a girl his cape?"
Batman removed his Batcape and draped it over the girl's shoulders and she pulled it closed about her front, much to Robin's chagrin. "Thanks!" she said, gruffly, feeling more at ease, now that she was half decent. Luckily, Batman was wearing his cape long this season. "You guys arrived in the nick of time! I couldn't have clung on much longer!"
"Two-face?" queried the Caped Crusader, with a raised eyebrow.
"Uh huh! I walked straight into his trap, like a lamb to the slaughter! I should've waited for you guys to back me up!"
"Yes, you should have!" retorted Batman, with a frown of disapproval. "That was very unprofessional of you, Barbara!"
Her green eyes flashed, angrily, at the implied slur. "You're never around when I need you most!" she retorted. "Anyway, I tried to get you on your cellular Batphone, when I first arrived here, but it was switched off. I don't suppose you've bothered to check your voice mail lately?"
Batman looked suitably embarrassed. "Er, well no, I..."
"Exactly! Anyway, it's not just me that Two-face is after! You two are top of his hit list!"
"I suspected as much," the Dark Knight replied, nodding, knowingly.
"What, er, happened to your outfit?" Robin asked, with a childish smirk.
A momentary look of annoyance crossed her lovely face, before she answered. "Two-face trapped me in a huge supersonic cleaner, that not only disintegrated my Batcostume, but managed to remove a couple of layers of my epidermis as well! Hence the pink, freshly scrubbed look, Boy Wonder! If you guys hadn't arrived when you did, I might have drowned and been skinned alive, both at the same time?"
The Boy Wonder stared down through the open trapdoor. The liquid had stopped rising about a foot from the top of the glass cylinder. "At least you managed to protect your secret identity from any passing voyeurs," he replied, with a snigger.
Batgirl just glowered at him and pulled the cape tighter about herself. Robin could be so damned infantile at times.
-oOo-
They hung around for an hour, hoping to apprehend the arch-villain upon his return, but Two-face never showed.
"Perhaps he's spotted the Batmobile parked out front?" Robin offered, eventually.
Batgirl: Green-eyed Monster Ch. 02
This story is the fifth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, based on the characters in the early Batman comics and the sixties TV series, in which Barbara Gordon's relationships with all those around her, continue to develop, at the same time as the Dark Damsel manages to get herself into all sorts of tricky, sexually explosive situations. My thanks to the many readers who have taken the time to send me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The story follows on from 'Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel'.
Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 2: Harvey Dent Jr.
Saturday, 9:35 pm
Barbara sat at the small table, next to her father, listening to the loud dance music being played by the eight-piece band, and watching the elegantly dressed couples swirling around on the large dance floor, immediately in front of them. It was the annual GCPD Charity Ball and, as usual, she was accompanying the Commissioner of Police, as his 'date' for the evening. It had been three days since her embarrassing incident in the abandoned warehouse and her skin had lost much of its pink hue, thankfully. Her makeup hid the rest.
Barbara was wearing a gorgeous, black, full-length, backless evening gown, that revealed plenty of bare skin, and the ravishing redhead was drawing numerous admiring glances from both the men and women present. The tight-fitting dress had a tastefully low-cut bodice, with lightly wired cups and spaghetti shoulder straps, to accentuate her shapely figure to stunning effect. The long skirt was split up to mid-thigh on her left leg, revealing frequent glimpses of sheer dark hose and stiletto-heeled pumps. Matching fingerless gloves reached all the way up to her neatly-shaved armpits, with an elasticized band looped between her first and second fingers, to stop them riding up.
Barbara picked up her spritzer and took a lady-like sip from the white wine and lemonade concoction, while she glanced around the dance hall, with a bored expression on her lovely face. Her father insisted on dragging her to these Department bashes every year. The hall was mostly filled with older folk, male police officers with their wives, female police officers with their husbands or significant others, all dancing the same old boring dances, like the waltz, foxtrot and quickstep, to the same old boring big band music of Tommy Dorsey, Count Basie, Glen Miller and other boring old-time big band leaders. "Oh for a bit of funky Shania Twain or Sheryl Crow!" Barbara muttered, followed by a loud sigh. She was currently into Country Music and sexy girl singers with attitude.
James Gordon turned his face toward his daughter, at the sound of her sigh, just about audible above a noisy rendition of 'In the Mood'. "Enjoying yourself, princess?" he inquired, with a twinkle in his rheumy old eyes. His daughter was the prettiest girl in the room. He thought she looked lovely in that gown, but he wished she had used a little less makeup. He had to admit that the apple of his eye was turning into a beautiful young lady.
"Er, yes, yes of course, daddy," she replied, forcing a smile onto her full, scarlet-painted lips. "You know I always enjoy myself, when I'm out with my favorite man!" She reached over and squeezed his hand, lovingly and he smiled back at her.
Just then, a slim, good-looking, dark-haired guy, about Barbara's own age, wearing a smart suit and tie, appeared and made a beeline over to their table. "Good evening Commissioner Gordon! I just thought I'd stop by and say hello, sir?" the young man said, shaking her father's hand, warmly, as if they were old friends.
Barbara looked surprised at this show of apparent camaraderie.
"I hope you and your... ah, your lovely companion, are having a good time this evening, sir?" As he spoke, he glanced over at Barbara, sizing her up, and obviously arriving at the conclusion that 'two plus two equaled five'.
Barbara stared back at him, haughtily. "He obviously has a very high opinion of himself?" she thought, noting the knowing smirk.
"Well, well, nice to see you, Harvey! How's the new job going down?"
"Very well, sir! Still getting to know the ropes at this early stage, of course but, all in all..."
"I'm sure you'll make a success of it, my boy! Oh, Harvey, I don't believe you've met my daughter, Barbara?" Jim said, changing the subject and turning back to the ravishing redhead alongside him.
"Your DAUGHTER? No, no, I would've remembered, Jim!" Harvey replied, staring into Barbara's big green eyes with renewed interest, as he took her proffered hand and shook it. His hand was slim and elegant, like everything else about him. "Good evening, Ms. Gordon! So nice to meet you, at last! Your father is always talking about his 'little girl', but I hadn't realized you had grown up into such a delightful young woman?"
Barbara tried not to blush. "Thank you! Daddy still tends to think of me as his 'little girl'," she replied, averting her eyes from his, but secretly pleased by the compliment.
"Harvey Dent Jr. here, is our newly appointed Assistant District Attorney," Jim Gordon explained, as the young man reluctantly let go of his daughter's hand.
Barbara's eyes opened wide with surprise. "Oh? You're not related to..."
"Harvey Dent Sr., Two-face? I'm embarrassed to say that I am! He is my father, Ms. Gordon!"
"You do know he's..."
"Just been released from New Arkham Asylum? Yes, I did know that and, before you ask, Ms. Gordon, NO, he hasn't been in touch with me! I haven't spoken to my father since that tragic accident that scarred him for life, both physically and mentally! To be honest, I rarely used to set eyes on him, even before that! I was raised by my mother, his former wife, Grace Dent."
"Oh?"
"I can assure you, Ms. Gordon... may I call you Barbara?"
"Please do, Harvey!"
"I can assure you, Barbara, that, unlike my father, I am perfectly sane and boringly normal!" He smiled at her and she felt her heart skip a beat.
Barbara found herself smiling back. Harvey Jr. had the most beautiful face she'd ever seen on a man; big expressive, grey-green eyes, with long eyelashes and neatly trimmed eyebrows, together with a small nose above a neatly-trimmed black mustache, and pale full lips. His smooth complexion was flawless, without a hint of beard stubble. He obviously had no problems attracting members of the opposite sex. She couldn't prevent herself from casting a surreptitious glance at his crotch. There was just a hint of a manly bulge. "No problems there," she murmured to herself.
"Would you care to dance, Barbara?"
Barbara came out of her reverie. "Huh?" She glanced up, blushing, afraid Harvey may have guessed what she had been staring at? "Sorry, what did you say, Harvey?"
"I asked if I could have the pleasure of the next dance, please?"
"Why, yes, thank you, Harvey! I'd like that!" She rose to her feet and took his hand, as he turned and escorted her out onto the dance floor.
Barbara could adequately manage most popular ballroom dances, even wearing five-inch stilettos. She just prayed that Harvey wasn't another one of those guys with two left feet? She'd already had a couple of 'ballroom elephants' trampling all over her toes, earlier in the evening and had, politely but firmly, turned down several other requests for a dance. A lot of the unmarried guys, just tended to use the opportunity as an excuse for a crafty grope.
To her surprise and delight, Harvey proved to be a perfect gentleman and an exceptional dancer. With his outstretched left hand, clasping her right, and his right arm about her trim waist, pulling her close up against him, his hand resting in the small of her bare back, he led her around the floor, smoothly gliding between the other couples, never missing a step or a spin turn, always in perfect harmony with the dance music. He seemed to have a natural rhythm and lightness of foot, rarely found in a man. Barbara was suitably impressed.
Soon, Barbara surrendered herself to his arms, confident in his mastery and, instead, concentrated on learning more about this charming stranger who'd just stepped into her life. She was aware that half the eyes in the room were upon her and her handsome dance partner, as they glided about the floor. "How long have you been in Gotham, Harvey?" she asked. "I can't remember seeing you around before!"
"Just a couple of months, ever since I successfully applied for my current position. Before that, I was a criminal lawyer in Chicago, but the Windy City's never been quite the same, since prohibition was repealed," he added, with a boyish grin.
"A sense of humor," she thought. "I like that in a man!"
"Uh huh! What made you go into the legal profession?" she asked, as he pulled her up against him for another masterful spin turn, perhaps a little tighter than was absolutely necessary, as she found her breasts crushed tight up against his chest, but she wasn't going to complain.
He shrugged, as they eased apart, slightly and glided onward. "Perhaps it was dad turning to a life of crime? Perhaps I subconsciously wanted to compensate for his subsequent underworld activities, somehow?"
"Do... Do you have a wife?" she asked, blushing when he smiled back at her and shook his head.
"Never had the time to meet a nice girl and get hitched, while I was working for my law degree but, maybe now...?" He deliberately let the sentence trail off, staring deep into her green eyes.
"Do you hope to become D.A. someday?" she added, hastily, blushing under his piercing gaze.
He nodded. "Uh huh! I'm sure it would help make up for my father's criminal past! Dad was a pretty good District Attorney here, before he got horribly scarred and went off the rails! By the way, that's an enchanting perfume you're wearing tonight, Barbara!"
"It's called 'Passion Uncaged'," she replied, staring deep into his eyes. "A girl could get lost in those eyes," she told herself, noting that his hand had gradually slid down until it was now resting on her shapely ass.
"Uh huh!"
There was a pregnant pause. "Don't you want to know what I do for a living?" she asked, with a slight frown.
He smiled, and a thrill ran down her spine. The man had the most devastating smile.
"I already know everything I need to know about you, Barbara! Your dad is always talking about you, remember!"
"Oh, yeah, I forgot!" she said, with a tinkling laugh, while blushing, slightly. "Would you, ah, stop squeezing my buttocks, please, Harvey?"
"What? Ah, sorry, I can't seem to help myself, when there's a beautiful girl in my arms!" he replied, with a grin. He reluctantly slid his hand up to the small of her back again.
"And I bet that's pretty often?" Barbara thought, smiling back at him.
The music finally came to and end and they applauded the band, then returned to the Police Commissioner's table, Harvey's arm still protectively wrapped around her trim waist.
"Your daughter is a most delightful dancer, Commissioner!"
"You're not so bad yourself, Harvey!" Barbara retorted.
"You looked the perfect couple," Jim Gordon replied, rising to his feet.
"Oh daddy, don't start matchmaking again!" Barbara groaned, under her breath, as Harvey politely pulled out her chair and she sat down on it. She smiled her thanks and pulled up an errant shoulder strap that had slipped down, as her father sat back down beside her.
Harvey dragged his eyes from her fabulous boobs and glanced at his wristwatch. "You'll have to excuse me people, I have an urgent appointment!" he said, with an apologetic shrug. "I'd love to stay longer, but..."
"At least stop for one drink?" the Commissioner urged, trying to hide his disappointment. He had already decided that Harvey would make an excellent son-in-law, even if he was a bit too effeminate for his taste. It was time his daughter settled down, got married, and gave him some grandchildren!
"I'm driving, so I'll pass on that drink, Jim. Maybe another time, huh?"
Barbara watched the new Assistant District Attorney walk away, with a confident sway of his hips and tried to hide her disappointment. Harvey was the most interesting man she'd met since... well, since Batman!
Saturday, 10:55 pm
Batman sat in front of the Bat-computer in the Batcave, with the Boy Wonder standing by his side. "The police forensic boys have taken that warehouse apart," he growled, "and they haven't come up with a single fingerprint, or any other clue, that would link Two-face to the attempted murder of Batgirl in that supersonic cleaning contraption! We have only the Girl Wonder's account that it was Two-face who entrapped her!"
"Batgirl would NEVER lie!" Robin protested, angrily. "If she says it was that deformed maniac, then it WAS him! I thought you had more faith in her than that, Bruce?"
"Whoa! Calm yourself, old chum! You and I both know that Batgirl was NOT mistaken, but it would be her word against his, in a court of law, without any corroborating evidence to support her version of events!"
The red-faced Boy Wonder started to calm down. "Yeah, sorry, I guess you're right, Bruce! How on earth the psychiatrists at Arkham Asylum, ever came to the conclusion that Two-face was safe to be let out, is beyond my comprehension? If ever there was a dangerous schizophrenic, who should be locked up for life, it's Two-face!"
"Agreed, Boy Wonder, but we all make mistakes."
"By the way, where IS Batgirl tonight? She's usually put in an appearance by now!" Robin added. He had always had a soft spot for the Dark Angel, but she didn't seem to be remotely interested in him, romantically that is.
"I believe she's attending a charity ball, along with her father? If this Two-face thing hadn't cropped up, I had intended that Bruce Wayne and his youthful ward, Dick Grayson, should drop by for a short while, perhaps even have a non-alcoholic drink or two, and say 'hello' to a few old friends and associates on the force? I have made a sizeable donation to this year's worthy cause, as usual," he added, almost as an afterthought.
Robin's face fell. Batgirl really turned him on when she was wearing her sexy new Batcostume. It was so sheer, you could clearly see her nips and dark areolas, and if it hadn't been for that brief thong... He felt his cock twitching and hardening, as he pictured her naked, in his mind's eye. Having ogled her nude body in the warehouse, this wasn't hard to do.
"I'd been hoping that by feeding Two-face's previous modus operandi into the Bat Computer, we would get an indication of his next possible move," Batman added, bringing Robin out of his daydream.
"Huh?"
"But no such luck! We may as well go out on our usual night patrol. To..."
"...the Batmobile!" Robin said in perfect unison, as Batman jumped up out of his seat and headed for the sleek, shiny black vehicle. Alfred, his faithful manservant, always kept the powerful, low-slung automobile in pristine condition.
Sunday, 12:25 am
The two women lay entwined, side-by-side, on Barbara's double bed, a thin sheen of perspiration covering their naked bodies. They had just finishing an energetic bout of lovemaking, and were kissing and cuddling, passionately.
Finally, their French kiss came to an end, and Jennifer raised her tousled blonde head up from the redhead's face and propping herself up on her right elbow, breathing, heavily. Her naked breasts heaved, fetchingly, as she stared into her lover's big green eyes. "So, tell me a bit more about our new Deputy District Attorney?" she enquired, experiencing what could only be described as a slight pang of jealousy.
Barbara gazed up at Jenny, and brushed a stray lock of blonde hair out of her bedmate's eyes. "He's absolutely gorgeous Jen, for a man, that is!" she added, with a girlish giggle. "He has the most beautiful delicate features, with lovely grey eyes and the longest eyelashes I've ever seen on a guy, a cute button nose and a small, neatly trimmed mustache! I don't know whether I care for the mustache, but he has the most kissable lips, Jen and..."
"So, he's obviously made a deep impression on you?" Jennifer interrupted, a little too sharply, as the 'green-eyed monster' reared its ugly head. "Do you think there's any chance that he might be in cahoots with his old man, Two-face?"
Barbara frowned, as she considered this possibility. "He seemed pretty genuine to me, Jen. He's never had much to do with his father, apparently? He was brought up by his mother, and she divorced Two-face, shortly after the accident that scarred him for life. Who knows, that may have contributed to Harvey Sr.'s subsequent psychological problems and downward spiral into crime?" she mused, aloud, stroking the younger girl's right breast.
"Hmm?" Jenny sounded less than totally convinced. "Are you going to see him again?" she asked, running a possessive fingernail along Barbara's full lower lip.
"I think I'd better keep a close eye on him, just in case," Barbara replied, with a teasing smile on her lips. She was finding Jen's possessiveness quite a turn on. "Now kiss me again, you little vixen!"
Jennifer duly obliged, her left hand slipping between their still moist bodies and between Barbara's slightly splayed thighs, her stiffened fingers quickly finding and rubbing against her swollen clitoris, while they kissed, passionately. A muffle groan of pleasure escaped Barbara's lips, as she reached up and cupped her lover's right breast, then tweaked the nipple between her finger and thumb, causing Jen to squirm her hips and gasp with delight. Any stray thoughts of Harvey Dent Jr., were soon driven from both girls' thoughts, as they began to make passionate love, once again.
Note: The 'green-eyed monster' is a colorful way of describing intense jealousy.
Batgirl: Green-eyed Monster Ch. 03
This story is the fifth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, based on the characters in the early Batman comics and the sixties TV series, in which Barbara Gordon's relationships with all those around her, continue to develop, at the same time as the Dark Damsel manages to get herself into all sorts of tricky, sexually explosive situations. My thanks to the many readers who have taken the time to send me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The story follows on from 'Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel'.
Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 3: Come Into My Parlor...
Sunday, 12:30 am
Harvey Dent Jr. shivered and turned up the collar of his long, grey, astrakhan overcoat, before returning his hands to the deep pockets. He had arrived at the designated bench, in Gotham's Central Park, some ten minutes earlier, and had sat waiting in the cool night air. He took out the crumpled piece of notepaper that had originally been pushed under the door of his apartment, sometime during the previous afternoon, and re-read the terse message it contained: 'Meet me in Gotham's Central Park tonight, at half past midnight, if you know what's good for you? No cops!'. It was signed 'Dad'.
He stuffed the scrap of paper back into his coat pocket, and then blew on his slim, delicate-looking hands, to help keep them warm. "What the hell does the old fool want from me?" he wondered, with a puzzled frown. "Just when things are starting to look up, as well! I haven't set eyes on the old fool for almost twenty years! He didn't even bother to turn up for Mom's funeral!"
Suddenly, there was a rustling of leaves from the clump of bushes, just behind the bench seat, and Harvey Jr. twisted around, to see the horribly disfigured face of his father, peering out of the dense foliage. His eyes opened wide, at this gruesome sight.
"Don't look around! Stare straight in front of you, you young idiot! There might be someone watching?" Two-face snarled, pulling back out of sight.
Harvey Jr. did as instructed, even though there was no sign of anyone else taking a late night stroll through the public area of parkland. "I haven't told anyone else about this meeting, Dad, if that's what you're inferring?" he retorted. "What's this all about, anyway?"
Two-face chuckled, as he stepped into full gruesome view. "I was in two minds whether to enlist your help, son, but I'm afraid you lost the toss!" he informed his offspring.
"What do you want from me, father? You DO know that I am the new Assistant D.A. for Gotham City? It is my sworn duty to bring criminals, such as yourself, to justice!"
"You wouldn't turn in your own flesh and blood, now would you son?" Two-face asked, in a mock pleading tone.
"If you have truly attempted to harm Batgirl, as all the newspaper reports seem to suggest, then I would have no choice but to arrest you, father!" the slim built, 5-feet 10-inch tall, brown-haired Assistant D.A. replied, a little pompously.
"Oh no you won't, you little shit!" snarled Two-face, stepping closer. "Because I know your darkest secret, bright boy! If that ever got out, it would be the end of your cozy little job! I wouldn't be at all surprised, if you were thrown out of the legal profession, as well? That bunch of pompous, self-righteous bastards, are pretty averse to any sort of scandal, splashed across the front pages of the national newspapers!"
Harvey Junior's handsome face paled, noticeably, at this threat. "You wouldn't do that, Pa!" he gasped, in a high-pitched voice. "It... It would ruin my whole life!"
Harvey Senior chuckled. "Exactly! So, here's what you're gonna do, Junior..."
Monday, 10:45 am
"Damnation!" Barbara muttered, erasing the contents of the field in the computer database, before inserting the author's name again, this time with the correct spelling. She peered at the display on her slimline monitor screen, over the top of her horn-rimmed spectacles. "That's better, dummy! Now, try to concentrate on what you're doing, instead of daydreaming," she castigated herself. She was sitting at her desk, in the process of adding the latest book, CD and DVD additions, to the comprehensive central database that listed the entire contents of the Gotham City Public Library. Ever since she'd met Harvey Dent Jr., Barbara hadn't been able to get the good-looking Assistant D.A. out of her thoughts.
"Milk and no sugar," murmured Jennifer, placing a steaming mug of coffee on the desk, by the redhead's elbow.
Barbara looked up and smiled at her lovely five-feet eight-inch tall research assistant. "Thanks, Jen, I needed that!" she said, gratefully, with just a hint of a smile. She took off her glasses and rubbed her aching eyes, before raising the mug to her full lips and taking a cautious sip of its steaming contents. "Mmm, lovely! Thank you!" she added, closing her eyes and massaging the back of her slightly stiff neck with her free hand.
"You're welcome!" Jenny leant in, on a sudden impulse, and brushed her lips against Barbara's. "See you later, sexy!"
"Mmm!" Barbara smiled, admiring the blonde's shapely ass, as she wiggled out of the doorway, her short tight skirt barely sufficient to cover her panties. "I shall have to have a word with her about what is an appropriate length of skirt to wear to work," Barbara reminded herself, not for the first time, before taking another sip of her hot coffee.
Her mind drifted back to Harvey Jr. and she fantasized about him making love to her, his thick hard shaft plunging into her pussy from behind, as she rushed headlong toward a mind-blowing climax. "Faster Harvey! Harder!" she cried, writhing her impaled ass and almost swooning with delight. Barbara gave a guilty start and almost spilled the coffee in her lap, as she returned to reality, then realized she had wet her panties, thinking about Harvey making love to her.
"Damn!" She stood up, about to pay a visit the Ladies Powder Room, to affect some running repairs, but just as she was about to exit her office, the telephone on her desk, started ringing, insistently...
Brrring, brrring! Brrring, brrring!
"Damn!" She picked up the telephone, uncomfortably aware of the wetness trickling down the inside of her one thigh, and spoke into the mouthpiece. "Hello?"
"Barbara Gordon?"
"Yes! What can I do for you?" she said, a little more abruptly than she'd meant to.
"Barbara, this is Harvey Dent, the good-looking one, that is!"
Barbara's heart skipped a beat and she suddenly felt a little short of breath. "H-Hello, Harvey! What brings you calling me, here at work?" she gasped, unconsciously slipping her one hand under them hem of her skirt and rubbing her fingers against the damp crotch of her panties.
"I phoned to ask you if you'd got anything special lined up for this evening?"
"N-No, not really. My friend Jennifer was going to come over to help me wash my hair, but I could easily put her off! Why?" she asked, hardly able to believe her ears. She squeezed her thighs about her fingers, excitedly, anticipating his reply.
"I was wondering if I could take you out for a show or a movie, then maybe go for a meal, afterwards?"
"That... That sounds lovely, Harvey!" she gasped. "Sure! What time?"
"Say about 6:30?"
"Make it seven o'clock, I will need more time than that, to make myself presentable!"
"Okay, seven it is then! I can't wait to see you again, Barbara!"
"Same here, Harvey!"
There was an embarrassed pause, for a second or two.
"See you later then? Bye!"
"Bye, Harvey!"
Barbara put the phone down in a happy daze and then guiltily pulled her hand out from under her skirt. "God, I have a date with Harvey Dent!" she exclaimed, aloud, before rushing to the john, to clean herself up.
Monday, 3:15 pm
Barbara looked up from the report on her desk, and took off her spectacles, as Jennifer rushed into her office.
"You wanted to see me, Barbara?" the blonde asked, brightly, sitting down on the chair facing her.
Barbara finished folding her specs and carefully placed them on the desk in front of her, as she composed her thoughts. "Er, yes, Jen! Do you mind awfully, if we give tonight a miss, dear?"
The blue-eyed blonde's face fell. "I look forward to our little get-togethers," she retorted, with a sulky pout. "How come you..." Suddenly, her eyes flew wide open with sudden understanding and she jumped to her feet. "You're going out on a date, with HIM, aren't you?" she accused, flying into a jealous rage.
"Well... yes, I am, but this won't affect the way I feel about you, honey!" Barbara said, hastily, seeing the hurt, accusing look in Jenny's big blue eyes.
"Ooooooh! How could you?" Jenny stamped a high-heeled foot on the floor, then spun around and ran out of the office, before Barbara could stop her.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" Barbara swore, under her breath. "The last thing I wanted to do was to fall out with Jen, but she has been getting a little too possessive, of late!"
Monday, 6:35 pm
Barbara walked out of the en suite bathroom into her bedroom, completely naked, briskly rubbing her tousled mop of flame red hair on a fluffy white bath towel and causing her superb boobs to jiggle, fetchingly. She had just finished a long and invigorating shower. She tossed the towel aside and perched her shapely derriere on the edge of the bed, before she finished drying her flame-red tresses, with a hand-held electric hair dryer. When her hair was completely dry, she ran her wide-spread fingers through it, to fluff it out, then walked over to the dresser, humming, happily to herself. Perching her tight bottom on the upholstered stool in front of the mirror, she proceeded to briskly brush her red tresses into a silky sheen, before teased her curls into shape with a long-handled comb.
"That will have to do!" she eventually announced, with a resigned sigh. Had Harvey given her a little more notice, she could've booked an appointment at her favorite hairdressing salon and had the full works.
Finally satisfied with her efforts, she pulled open her lingerie drawer and sorted out a pair of daringly brief, red string panties, complete with side ties. She slipped the flimsy underwear on, until it fitted snuggly over her still slightly damp mons veneris, then adjusted the side ties high on her hips. She then walked over to the red mini dress, that she'd selected earlier, and draped over the end of the bed. She gathered the garment up in both hands, then slipped it on, over her head and shoulders, careful not to disturb her hair, before wriggling and tugging it down over her shapely torso. After pulling it into position, she drew up the long zipper that started at the base of her spine and ended between her shoulder blades. The sleeveless frock had a daringly low-cut neckline, that just revealed the tops of her bra-less, size 36c, surgically enhanced breasts. It was held up by the narrowest of spaghetti shoulder straps. The short skirt reached down to approximately mid-thigh, accentuating her long, shapely lower limbs to spectacular effect.
She sat back down on the side of the bed and carefully rolled on a brand new pair of sheer, 'barely black' hold-ups, with lacy tops, that reached to just below the juncture of her pale, smooth thighs, then pulled on a pair of red pumps with 5-inch stilettos, the highest heels she possessed in her wardrobe. She then stood up and smoothed the skirt down over her thighs, with the palms of her hands. The heels forced her to throw her hips forward, sexily. Barbara was determined to impress her gorgeous date for the evening!
Barbara spent the next twenty minutes applying her makeup; foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, blush and lipstick to match her dress color, then, finally, lip liner to further enhance her full, eminently kissable lips. She sat back with a sigh, and gazed at the overall effect in the dresser mirror. "If this doesn't give our new Assistant D.A. a raging hard-on, then nothing will!" she murmured, with a shrug.
As an added touch, she fastened her double strand, white cultured pearl necklace about her slim neck. It had been a twenty-fifth birthday present from daddy and was her favorite item of jewelry. She thought it added just the right touch of sophistication to her already sexy appearance.
She rose to her feet, slipped on her wristwatch, and glanced at the dial. "Holy Shit! He'll be hear any moment now!" she gasped, starting to panic when she saw that the time was 6:59 pm.
Moments later, the buzzer for main entrance to the apartment block sounded. Barbara hurried over to the intercom on the back of the apartment door. "Yes, who is it?" she enquired, breathlessly, her heart in her mouth, as she pressed the reply button.
"It's me, Harvey!" came the reply. "Who else were you expecting? Have I arrived too early?"
"N-No, Harvey, please hang on! I'll be right down!" Grabbing her coat and purse, Barbara hurried out of the apartment, heading for the elevator, pausing only long enough to slam shut the self-locking reinforced steel door behind her.
"Try not to appear too eager!" she kept telling herself, as she rode down in the elevator, at the same time, tugging up her low-cut neckline, to completely hide her dark areolas from view.
Monday, 7:05 pm
Harvey was standing by the car, as Barbara hurried up, looking a little flustered. "Sorry I'm late, Harvey," she gasped, as he opened the front passenger door for her to get in.
"Hey, no problem! I've only been here five minutes," he replied, giving her one of those mega-ton, knee-trembling smiles. His date looked like a million dollars.
Barbara slid her shapely ass onto the leather-upholstered seat, while remembering to keep her knees close together, and gave him a warm smile. As he walked around to the driver's side of the vehicle, she was nervously tugging down the hem of her short skirt, which was exhibiting an alarming tendency to ride all the way up to the lacy tops of her stockings.
"Where are we going?" she asked, excitedly, as he climbed into the limo alongside her and clipped on his safety belt.
He turned and smiled at her, as he started the powerful 5.5 liter supercharged V-8 engine, signaled, and pulled away from the curb. "I thought we might take in the show at the Rep, then, afterwards, go for a meal at my favorite French restaurant, the 'Moulin Rouge'? You'll love it, Barbara! The food there, is absolutely out of this world!"
"I know the 'Moulin Rouge', it's a gorgeous restaurant, but the 'Rep'?" she queried, with a slightly puzzled frown.
"The Gotham City Repertory Theater," he explained. "They're doing their own stage adaptation of 'The Mousetrap'". He noted the blank look on Barbara's face, out of the corner of his eye, and smiled. "By Agatha Christie," he explained further. "It's a play about murder; full of suspense and humor. It's a Brit classic! I promise you'll love every minute!"
"Oh, THAT Mousetrap? Lovely!" she replied, trying to hide her ignorance. There had been little time for her to visit the theater, in recent years, what with all her nocturnal commitments.
Harvey glanced down at her lap, then back to the road ahead, blushing, furiously. "Would you, ah, pull your skirt down a little, Barbara?" he requested, hoarsely. "Your panties are showing and it's giving me a raging hard-on. I'm having enough trouble concentrating on my driving, as it is!"
Barbara blushed, prettily, wiggling her ass on the seat, as she tugged at the hem of her skirt. The damned thing seemed to have developed a mind of its own! "If nothing else, that last statement proves he's a gentleman," she mused, unsure whether that was necessarily a good thing or not?
-oOo-
Luckily, Harvey was a steady driver. Jennifer had no trouble tailing him in her red Toyota Corolla compact sedan, as he headed for the center of town, no doubt to sample the night life. "He'd better not try sampling Barbara," she thought, darkly, gripping the steering wheel even tighter, as she tried to maintain a two-car gap between the two vehicles.
She'd been parked a hundred yards away from Barbara's apartment block, when Harvey had arrived in his brand-new, Mercedes Benz CLS55 AMG, and confidently walked up to the front entrance. Jenny had to admit that the new Assistant D.A. was a good-looking guy, smartly dressed and with a slim build, if you liked that sort of thing. She watched him press the illuminated button for Barbara's apartment and speak into the wall mic, before returning to wait by the dark-blue limo, neatly parked at the curbside.
Shortly afterwards, Barbara came hurrying out of the building, in a disgustingly short red dress and sky-high heels. Jenny clenched her fists in fury and frustration. "You... you TART!" she cried, tears forming in her big blue eyes, as she pounded the steering wheel with her fists, in sheer frustration.
Harvey opened the front passenger door and Barbara slid her tightly clad ass onto the seat, before drawing in her long, shapely lower limbs. "No doubt showing him all you've got, you little HUSSY!" Jenny muttered, darkly, fighting back the tears of jealousy and frustration.
The dark-brown haired, Assistant D.A., climbed into the driver's seat and the Merc, indicated, and moved off smoothly, heading for the city center.
Jenny slipped the Corolla into drive, and moved off after it, still muttering, under her breath.
-oOo-
Jenny was almost taken by surprise, when the Mercedes turned into the parking lot of the Gotham City Repertory Theater and pulled into the nearest vacant parking bay. She slowly drove in after them and parked on the far side of the sparsely populated parking area and switched off her engine. She slid lower in the driver's seat, to spy on the couple in the other vehicle, as unobtrusively as possible.
Harvey climbed out of the driving seat and walked around the rear of the Mercedes, to open the passenger door for his lovely female companion. As Barbara slid out and stood up, she appeared to totter on her spiky heels, and Harvey slipped an arm around her slim waist, to help support her.
"Whoops!" Barbara exclaimed, dramatically, entwining her arms around Harvey's neck, and deliberately pressing her boobs up against his dress shirtfront. Harvey's eyes widened, as he realized his date wasn't wearing a bra beneath her skimpy dress. "Thank you, Harvey!" she murmured huskily, reluctantly releasing him and stepping aside, as he closed the car door and activated the central locking with a press of his key fob.
Jennifer had watched all this with growing anger. "She's practically begging him for it!" she snarled, watching the couple enter the theater, hand in hand, like two love-struck teens.
She decided that the best course of action was to wait out the performance in the parking lot. She was likely to be spotted, if she followed them inside, and anyway, she figured they were unlikely to get up to anything untoward, in such a public place! Jenny reclined the seat slightly, slid it back a few inches, then stretched out and made herself more comfortable, prepared for a long, boring vigil.
Batgirl: Green-eyed Monster Ch. 04
This story is the fifth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, based on the characters in the early Batman comics and the sixties TV series, in which Barbara Gordon's relationships with all those around her, continues to develop, at the same time as the Dark Damsel manages to get herself into all sorts of tricky, sexually explosive situations. My thanks to the many readers who have taken the time to send me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The story follows on from 'Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel'.
Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Adventures Of Batgirl: The Green-eyed Monster
Or
(The Return Of Two-face)
Chapter 4: Grand Theft Auto
Monday, 9:15 pm
Despite her intention to remain totally alert and observant, Jennifer's eyelids had gradually grown heavier, and she'd slipped into a light slumber, at the wheel of her parked car.
Suddenly, the driver's door was abruptly wrenched open, and a big, black hand reached in and grabbed the half-dozing blonde by the front of her short cropped top, before hauling her, unceremoniously, out of the driver's seat and onto her feet in the parking lot.
The startled girl's big blue eyes flew wide open. "What the hell's going..." she started to exclaim, but her vociferous protest was abruptly cut short by a second meaty hand, that was clamped over her mouth from behind, thus informing the frightened blonde that there were at least two of her attackers.
Her lovely blue eyes opened wide with terror, as a wicked-looking knife blade was pressed against her pale exposed throat. "One more word outta ya, and I will slit ya throat, white bitch!" snarled the big black guy standing in front of her, still gripping a handful of her knitted top in his other ham-like fist. He was a six-feet tall, Afro-American, with the broad, muscular physique of a body builder. There was a nasty scowl on his face and a wild look in his eyes.
Jennifer nodded her head, vigorously, and the guy behind her, slowly eased his hand away from her mouth. While she was peering around, desperately hoping that someone might be close at hand who could come to her aid, her wrists were grabbed, and both arms were unceremoniously hauled behind her back, producing a sharp yelp of pain and protest. There was a tearing sound, and then she felt a length of some sort of sticky tape being wrapped about her crossed wrists, tightly and effectively binding them together.
"Wha'... What are you going to do with me?" she gasped, desperately fighting to control the fear that was building inside her. "Take the car, it's yours! The keys are in the ignition!"
"I warned ya, white trash!" snarled the six-feet tall Afro-American, nodding to the guy standing behind her. Moments later, more of the sticky 4-inch wide roll of duct tape, was being wound around her head and over her mouth, swiftly cutting off any further protests.
After several layers of tape had been wrapped about her head and over her mouth, the second black man spun Jenny around and forced her into the back seat of the car, before scrambling in after her. This second black guy was several inches shorter than his tall, muscular companion, who climbed into the driving seat and slammed the door shut behind him.
The driver twisted his head around to check things out, as he fired up the engine of the Toyota. The front of the girl's top was still screwed up about her throat. He grinned at the sight of her partially exposed, bra-less, heaving breasts. "Keep the white slut occupied, Leo, while I get us outta here!" he muttered to his companion in crime.
"Yeah, sure, Henry, no trouble!" came the confident reply, as the second black man effortlessly held the girl down against the seat, to keep her out of sight.
With a squeal of protesting tires, the car shot forward on full lock, then accelerated out of the parking lot, at high speed.
As the vehicle headed for the outskirts of the city, the two carjackers started to relax. Leo, who was maybe a few pounds overweight, grinned down at the sprawled out girl, who was staring back at him, wide-eyed, propped up on her elbows on the seat cushion. He leant over her and pushed her short top higher, fully exposing her small but nicely shaped breasts. "Nice," he murmured, running his palms over the blonde's trembling fleshy orbs. "Not bad for a white chick!"
"Mmmmm! Nnnngghhh!" the blonde cried into her duct tape gag, vigorously shaking her head from side to side, obviously not impressed by this particular line of sweet talk.
"Let's find out if that long blonde hair is out of a bottle or not?" he added, with a dazzling, toothy grin on his slightly chubby, ebony face. His hands unfastened the waist button of her blue denim hipster jeans, and then yanked down the zipper.
"Nnnnnggghhhh!" Jenny cried into the gag, trying to squirm away from her attacker, but finding nowhere to go.
Leo finished unzipping Jenny's jeans and after raising her ass off the seat, tugged them down about the girl's knees. She was wearing a tiny pair of pale-blue, lace-trimmed panties, but that would soon be corrected. Leo grinned and, gripping the narrow sidebands in both hands, gave a hefty yank. There was a snapping sound, accompanied by an involuntary jerk of the girl's hips, as the sheer material parted, then he tugged the torn fragile item of underwear from between her thighs and tossed it into the footwell.
"Well, well, a real blonde, I see?" Leo chortled, slipping a chubby index finger into her tight cunt and vigorously working it back and forth. "How does this feel, slut?"
"Mmmph! Unngghh!" the blonde gasped, squirming her hips.
Leo swiftly unfastened his own jeans and pushed them down about his knees. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and the girl's eyes widened at the sight of his big, black, fully erect cock. He dragged the girl out along the full width of the seat, then climbed astride her, kneeling between her thighs, clutching his seven-inches of throbbing man-meat in his hefty right fist. He smirked at the look of terror on the girl's face. "Don't worry, white trash, you're gonna love every minute of it!" he promised, with a low chuckle, as he positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina.
"Mmmmpphh! Nnnngghh!" the girl cried into the duct tape, vigorously shaking her blonde head from side to side.
She didn't sound too convinced, but Leo wasn't going to let that put him off.
"Aaaiiieee!" Her torso arched up off the seat, as he plunged his penis into her dry sheath and started pistoning it in and out. At the same time, he reached out and gripped her erect nipples, squeezing and twisting them, viciously, between his podgy fingers, producing further muffled cries of pain from the terrified blonde.
Monday, 9:56 pm
Some twenty-five minutes later, Henry, the big, muscle-bound driver, pulled the car over onto the side of the highway, and stopped in a billowing cloud of dust. He half-turned and peered into the back seat. Leo had finished screwing the girl and had his pants zipped back up again, a satisfied smirk on his ebony face. The girl was still sprawled out, with her jeans about her knees, fresh cum oozing from her abused cunt. Her shoulders shook, as she quietly sobbed into her duct tape gag, tears streaming from her big blue eyes.
"Time to dump the bitch!" Henry announced, matter-of-factly. "Better free her hands first, though!"
"Uh, huh!" Leo nodded and roughly rolled Jenny over onto her stomach. Taking a wicked looking Bowie knife from its sheath, he sliced through the duct tape binding her wrists together, before hauling her up into a sitting position. He leant across her lap and opened the car door. "Get out, bitch!" he snarled, with a jerk of his thumb.
Jenny nodded, eagerly, but as she went to exit the car, her rapist placed a foot against her naked ass and propelled her out, with some considerable force.
"Yeowwww!" Jenny's muffled wail of surprise, turned to a grunt of pain, as her exposed breasts struck the hard-baked earth. She rolled over onto her back, just in time to catch a face-full of loose debris, kicked up by the spinning rear wheels, as the Toyota accelerated away, back onto the highway, leaving her alone, in the middle of nowhere.
She scrambled to her feet and pulled up her jeans from about her ankles, zipped them back up, then pulled down her cropped top, to cover her naked breasts. With some difficulty, she managed to remove the sticky duct tape from about her head and mouth, before gratefully sucking in huge lungfuls of the cool evening air. She seemed to have lost one of her sneakers? She peered around and spotted it, a few yards away in the dust. She heaved a sigh of relief then limped over, picked it up and pulled it back onto her foot, without bothering to untie the laces.
As she dusted herself down, she peered around, quickly figuring that she must be several miles outside the Gotham City limits. Jenny started walking back toward the metropolis, her tears of humiliation, gradually turning to tears of anger and loathing. The first thing she needed to do, was get to a telephone and report the theft of her car to the police.
Luckily, she came across a late-night roadside diner, about 45 minutes into her trek, and the owner and chef, a pleasant enough, overweight, bald-headed guy, wearing a greasy apron, let her use the private phone to call the cops, to report the theft of her vehicle. She then make a second call to a cab company that the barkeep had recommended, to come and pick her up and take her home. She tried to make a third call, but Barbara's home phone kept ringing and no one picked up. She glanced at the clock on the wall behind her. It was 10:49 pm. "Barbara's obviously not got in yet, the little slut!" she thought, with a renewed flash of jealousy, her eyes glittering, angrily.
She returned to the counter of the sparsely patronized establishment, sat her shapely ass on a high stool, and ordered a mug of coffee, strong and black.
-oOo-
Jenny had initially felt an overpowering sense of relief when Leo had unwound the duct tape from about her head and mouth, after he had finished raping her, but this had quickly turned to one of horror and loathing, when he had grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, and forced his slimy black cock toward her open mouth.
"No, please! I... Mmnngghhh!" Her protest had been cut short, as he forced the bloated head between her jaws, stretching her lips thin about his impressive girth.
"Now clean it, bitch!" he had ordered, with a confident smirk on his chubby face.
Jenny had had little choice but to comply with his disgusting demand, so she had licked and slurped on the still semi-hard organ, trying not to throw up, as it brushed the back of her throat.
Afterwards, he had gagged her with a fresh length of the ubiquitous sticky tape.
-oOo-
Jen could still taste the black guy's cum in her mouth. "Luckily, he didn't go through the pockets of my jeans, or he would've found my emergency stash of cash," she thought, thankful for that, at least. She pulled the small wad out of her hip pocket and peeled off a crumpled ten. "That should pay for the calls and the coffee!" she growled.
The bartender placed the steaming mug of coffee in front of her and scooped up the ten-dollar bill, eying the skimpily clad, but bedraggled looking, blonde, without comment. The nipples of her bra-less breasts, produced twin miniature peaks in her tight, abbreviated top.
The blonde's blue eyes glittered like twin shards of ice, as she stared back at him, almost daring him to make some sort of clever comment. "Mama mia! This is one angry woman!" he told himself, with a slight shake of his head.
Monday, 11:58 pm
It was close to midnight, when the laughing couple left the restaurant, hand in hand, and strolled to the parking lot out back. "Mmm, that meal was absolutely delicious! Thank you, Harvey!" Barbara said, with a contented sigh, as they arrived back at the limo. Barbara was feeling a little drunk. She felt as if she were almost floating on air. She was not used to consuming so much wine in a single evening. She spun into his arms and raised her face up to his. "Please kiss me, Harvey!" she implored, closing her eyes and puckering up her lips.
Harvey smiled and dutifully lowered his face to hers. Their lips met in a passionate, lingering kiss. "Our first kiss, but hopefully just one of many more to come!" Barbara thought to herself, happily, as their tongues dueled.
When it finally ended, Barbara drew her face away, panting, her heart pounding and her breasts heaving beneath the low-cut top of her slinky red dress. "Let's go sit in the back of the car and talk for awhile, before we leave?" she implored, hoarsely, urgently tugging at his sleeve.
Harvey nodded, deactivated the alarm and central locking with his key fob, and pulled open the rear door. Barbara tumbled onto the back seat, giggling, accidentally revealing an expanse of pale naked flesh above the lacy tops of her dark stockings, and an intriguing glimpse of her skimpy red panties, in the process.
The dark-brown haired Adonis slipped in after her and half-turned to pull the door closed. "What did you want to say that you couldn't have said on the drive back to your place?" he asked, turning back to face her, only to find that Barbara had slipped off her shoulder straps and allowed her dress to fall about her waist. "God, you're beautiful, Barbara," he said, staring at her surgically enhanced breasts, appreciatively, "but is this the..."
As her arms entwined about his neck and gripped the hair at the back of his head, he raised his hands, defensively, to ward off her aggressive advance, and somehow found himself cupping her warm, rounded mammaries. He felt her nipples growing and hardening against his palms, as she drew his face down to hers and kissed him, passionately, hungrily, her tongue playing tag with his tonsils. Harvey groaned, then returned her open-mouthed kiss, his slim fingers expertly playing with her erect nipples and puffy areolas, producing a muffled gasp of pleasure.
"God, this guy sure knows how to turn a girl on," Barbara groaned, under her breath, squirming, sexily.
As their kiss came to an end, she pulled her face away from his, her lovely green eyes locking onto his grey-green ones. "Please make love to me, Harvey!" she pleaded. "I need you inside me, darling!" As she spoke, her fingers were already drawing down the zip of his fly and pulling the front of his pants apart.
As her right hand started to squirm into his slacks, Harvey finally came to his senses. He grabbed her wrist and drew her fingers clear, before she could grab his manhood. "Nooo! No, not here my darling!" he croaked, with a momentary look of panic on his handsome face. "We don't want our first time to be a sordid fumble in the back seat of my car. I'll drive us over to my place, then we can spend all the time in the world, getting to know one another more intimately!"
"Oh, but I'm sooo hot and horny, Harvey!" Barbara protested, wide-eyed.
"So am I, my darling, but the journey won't take long!" He grinned. "I just know you're gonna just love my king-sized bed!"
Barbara gave him a sulky pout, but nodded, reluctantly. If she hadn't known better, she would've sworn that he was deliberately trying to put her off? "Alright, my darling," she reluctantly agreed, "but please, please hurry!"
Barbara slipped her arms back into her shoulder straps and pulled up her dress, while Harvey zipped up his pants. He hastily got out of the car and climbed into the driver's seat, while Barbara slid into the front seat next to him, not bothering to tug her skirt down this time. Then he drove out of the lot, heading for Gotham Tower, the up-market block of condominiums where he rented a luxury apartment.
Barbara was very quiet on the short journey. "What on Earth came over me?" she groaned to herself, clenching her fists into tight balls, by her sides. "I was acting like a real slut back there! What must Harvey think of me? I just hope I haven't blown my chances with him?" She couldn't ever remember feeling so attracted to a man before.
A slight smile touched the corners of Harvey Dent's mouth, as he drove through the late-night city traffic. Things were going exactly to plan!
Note: Grand Theft Auto is the crime of 'motor vehicle theft'. If this is done while the vehicle is occupied, it is sometimes referred to as 'carjacking'!
Batgirl: Green-eyed Monster Ch. 05
This story is the fifth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, based on the characters in the early Batman comics and the sixties TV series, in which Barbara Gordon's relationships with all those around her, continue to develop, at the same time as the Dark Damsel manages to get herself into all sorts of tricky, sexually explosive situations. My thanks to the many readers who have taken the time to send me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The story follows on from 'Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel'.
Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Adventures Of Batgirl: The Green-eyed Monster
Or
(The Return Of Two-face)
Chapter 5: Things Aren't Always What They Seem
Tuesday, 12:19 am
"And finally, THIS is the bedroom!" Harvey announced, with a big smile and an exaggerated flourish, pushing open the closed door leading off from the one side of the spacious living room. He was just finishing giving Barbara the five minute tour of his spacious condo, culminating with the sleeping facilities. "You're the first girl I've ever invited back here, Barbara!" he confided, with a roguish twinkle in his grey-green eyes.
"Yeah, yeah!" Barbara smiled in obvious disbelief, as she walked past him, into the bedroom. She came to an abrupt halt, pleasantly surprised by the d�cor; from the matching suite of tasteful bedroom furniture and large four-poster bed, complete with colorful, patterned, overhead canopy, to the lace curtains covering the windows. It was altogether different from the austere, utilitarian bachelor bedroom that she'd been expecting. Tasteful oil paintings hung from the walls, which were covered in a lovely rose-patterned wallpaper. The room was scrupulously neat and tidy. It made her own bedroom seem a bit of a mess in comparison!
"This... this is quite lovely, Harvey!" she gushed, doing an on-the-spot twirl and loosing her balance in the process. She abruptly sat down, heavily, on the edge of the bed, before placing a hand to her chest and looking up at him, with a silly smile on her lips. "Whoops! I think I've had a lil' too much to drink?" she admitted, in a slightly slurred voice.
Harvey walked over to the bed beside her. "Why don't you stretch out on it, and find out if it's as comfortable as it looks?" he suggested, with a predatory gleam in his eye.
Barbara giggled, but did as he suggested, kicking off her heels and swinging her shapely legs up onto the bed. "Mmm, yes this IS comfortable," she agreed, stretching out, sinuously and resting her head on the pale lilac pillow, before closing her eyes. "Come on you jerk, make a move on me!" she muttered to herself, squirming her ass, sexily, as an added incentive. She wasn't as drunk as she was trying to make out.
Harvey stooped down and picked up what looked like a manacle, attached to a length of chain, from where it had been hidden, under the near side of the bed. The other end of the chain was looped about the bedpost, nearest the girl's head. Gently taking hold of Barbara's right wrist, Harvey eased it up, until it was resting on the pillow, just above her head, before slipping the leather padded metal cuff about it and clicking it closed and locked.
Barbara's eyes fluttered open, and she half-turned her head to see what he was doing. "What's this," she exclaimed, with a drunken giggle, her eyes widening, theatrically, "some sort of kinky game, you naughty boy?"
Harvey smiled down at her, reassuringly. "Patience my pretty one! All will soon be revealed!" he murmured. Her eyes followed him, as he walked around the foot of the bed, to the other side, and stooped down to retrieve a second manacle, which he proceeded to lock about her other wrist. This was attached to the opposite bedpost, by a similar short length of sturdy metal chain.
He then leant over and kissed her, gently, on the lips, before straightening back up and smiling down at her. "Now that I have you in my power, wench, would you like me to make love to you?" he asked, stroking his neatly trimmed black moustache and gazing down at her supine figure. Barbara had raised one knee, and her short skirt had ridden up beyond the tops of her stockings, revealing her sheer lacy red panties to his amused gaze.
"If it pleases you, Master!" Barbara replied, with a girlish giggle, deliberately tugging at her wrist manacles and writhing her body, sexily. Being chained down to the bed like this, was proving to be a real turn-on. "I am completely at your mercy!"
He nodded. "Very well, I will, but there is something you must know first!" he replied, suddenly becoming very serious-looking.
"Barbara wants Harvey to FUCK her!" she pleaded, in a little girl voice, squirming her shapely ass and spreading her thighs wide apart, as she watched him casually start to unfasten the cuffs of his dress shirt, before unbuttoning the front, starting at the collar. "Please hurry, darling?" she groaned.
She blinked, dizzily, as Harvey stripped his shirt off. He had some sort of garment wrapped around his upper chest. It looked like a very tight girl's tube top, made of stretchy white Spandex?
Gripping the bottom edges of the tightly stretched garment, Harvey drew it up over his head and stripped it from his slim arms.
Barbara blinked her eyes into sharper focus. Harvey had BREASTS! Small ones, maybe a size 32A at most, but they were definitely breasts, with the cutest, perky pink nipples topping their darker areolas! "Harvey, did you know you've got..."
"Sshh!" Harvey swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, pushing them down his thighs, together with his silk boxers, in a single smooth motion.
"Harvey, where is your penis?" Barbara gasped, wide-eyed, staring at the smooth, clean-shaven, nicely padded mons, with its pretty, pouting pink pussy lips.
"I haven't got a penis, Barbara, I'm a GIRL!" Harvey explained, patiently, as if he/she was talking to a mentally retarded child.
"But... but the bulge in your pants?"
"Merely a clever subterfuge, my dear! A thermal-gel packer, inserted in a pouch in my underwear. It not only looks realistic, but it feels pretty realistic too!" The willowy brunette finished removing the rest of her clothes, and then clambered onto the bed, swiftly straddling Barbara's hips. She pulled down Barbara's low-cut top and freed her shapely breasts, then slid her skirt up about her waist, before unfastening the side ties of her string panties and pulling them free of her crotch.
Barbara made no attempt to prevent the brunette's actions. She stared up at the lovely young woman, in total fascination. "He... she, would look very pretty without that silly moustache and with the application of a little make-up," she decided, somewhat perversely.
"But WHY pretend to be a man, Harvey? I-I don't understand?" she gasped, as the girl started to gently caress and squeeze her naked breasts together, and she arched her back up off the mattress.
"It all harks back to when I was born," the brunette replied, continuing her erotic massage. "Dad had always wanted a son and heir. For some reason, he blamed Mom for giving birth to a girl, and insisted that the name on my birth certificate should read 'Harvey Samantha Dent' and that my sex be registered as 'Male'. Weird I know, illegal I know, but that was just the start of things. Dad was a little loco, even in those days, Barbara. I was forced to grow up wearing boy's clothes and attend 'all boys' schools, in fact become a male in every way, except within the privacy of my own bedroom!"
"But surely you weren't able to keep the truth from doctors... nurses... close relatives?" Barbara gasped, wide-eyed, hardly able to credit the slim brunette's fantastic story. "And what about the other kids and the teachers at school? Surely..."
"I always got excused from all sporting activities and physical recreation, on the grounds that I had a heart murmur and it would be too risky!" The brunette explained, smiling, sadly. "One or two people did find out my secret, but they were sworn to secrecy, or paid to keep quiet! As I grew up, it became easier to maintain my gender deceit, and there seemed no valid reason to reveal my true sex to anyone! Being a man has its advantages, Barbara! Despite the advances of feminism, we still live in a largely male dominated society! Even now, I shudder at the thought of the media ever finding out my secret! They would have a field day! I do go to the gym twice a week, to keep fit and trim, but always as a girl! I use a false identity," she added, seeing the question forming on Barbara's lips.
She paused to flick Barbara's already prominent nipples into hard erection, causing her prisoner to arch her back up off the bed once more, and gasp with undisguised pleasure. "You may call me Sam or Samantha, if you wish, Barbara, but only when we are alone together?" she added, in a conspiratorial voice. "At all other times, please call me Harvey! Promise?"
"I promise! Now please make love to me, Sam?" the sexually frustrated redhead groaned.
Samantha smiled, and lowered her mouth to a firm breast, and suckled on the stiff fat nipple, whilst tweaking the companion teat between a thumb and forefinger.
"Aaaahhh! Mmmmm!" Barbara closed her eyes, squirming with delight. "That I like! More, please?"
Sam switched nipples, sucking and licking the pink crest and its darker, erectile tissue surround.
"Oh, yes, yesss!" Barbara gasped, head thrown back, her eyes closed once more.
Slowly, the brunette kissed and licked her way down over the redhead's trembling chest and taut belly, then over her nicely padded mons to her naked pubes. Easing aside the outer labia with her fingertips, Sam laved her tongue the full length of Barbara's succulent slit, before sucking her clitoris in between her tightly pursed lips.
"Ooooohhh, God! Yessssss!" Barbara gasped, hips jerking, feeling an orgasm starting to bubble up from the base of her belly. "Aaahhhhhh! Unnnggghhh!"
Sam's stiffened tongue began to dart in and out of Barbara's vagina, quickly raising her to a peak of ecstasy. With a moan of relief, the redhead started to cum, her sticky secretions flooding out over Samantha's mouth and chin.
When Barbara's hips fell back to the mattress, the brunette smiled, and then slithered up over the other girl's body, until they were lying breast-to-breast, face-to-face. They kissed, long and passionately, and Barbara tasted her own love juices on the other girl's lips and tongue.
"Your moustache tickles!" she said, with a giggle, when their kiss finally came to an end.
The brunette looked both surprised and embarrassed. "Oh, sorry! I forgot all about it!" She reached up and peeled the hirsute adornment from her upper lip. "Is that better?"
"It's false!" Barbara exclaimed, with another giggle.
"Of course its false, you bimbo!" Samantha retorted, as she lowered her mouth to Barbara's, for another French kiss.
"I had a feeling that you were mainly drawn to other women," Samantha murmured, with a sexy smile, when their mouths finally parted. "I usually find that it's the girls with your sort of sexual proclivity, who are usually attracted to me!" They kissed again.
Barbara smiled back, in post-coital bliss. "Please release me, Samantha!" she pleaded, looking up at her lover through her long eyelashes. "I want to make love to you properly! To give, as well as to receive!"
The brunette sat back onto her haunches, arching her spine, the nipples of her small perky breasts, sticking out like organ stops. She shook her close-cropped head of hair, and smiled down at the redhead, apologetically. "Sorry, lover, did I forget to mention that you've been kidnapped!"
As Barbara stared back at her, in open-mouthed amazement, Sam clambered off the bed and pulled her clothes back on, until she once again looked like Harvey, minus the moustache, of course.
When she had finished getting dressed, Harvey fished out two more shackles from under the lower corners of the bed, tugged on Barbara's ankles, pulling her closer, until her wrist chains were taut, then shackled her ankles to the lower two bedposts. This left the redhead spread-eagle with very little room for maneuver.
"B-But why, Harvey?" Barbara asked, with a hurt expression on her face, as Harvey gently pulled down her skirt to hide her naked pussy, then tugged up her top, to cover up her still-heaving breasts. "W-Why me? I-I don't understand?"
The other girl avoided looking at her directly, seemingly struck with guilt and remorse. "It's Dad!" she finally blurted out, shame-faced. "He wants to use you as bait, to help snare the Dynamic Trio! Once he has his hands on Batman, Robin and the Batgirl, he has promised me you will be released, unharmed! I had no choice in the matter, Barbara! He was threatening to reveal my dark secret, if I didn't help him! My career would've been ruined!" Tears glistened in her beautiful grey-green eyes.
"You silly little fool! Do you think Two-face will let me live a moment longer, once he has his claws in the Caped Crusaders?" Barbara cried, in fear and frustration. "No way!"
Samantha shook her head. "But he promised me," she said, lamely, before turning and hurrying from the room.
-oOo-
Harvey made up the sofa bed in the living room for herself, before returning to her helpless captive. She produced a red ballgag and, after inserting the rubber ball between Barbara's teeth, fastened it about her head, with the attached harness. "Sorry about this, honey!" she apologized, as she finished buckling it tight, "but we can't take the risk of anyone hearing your cries for help, now can we?" A former occupant, who'd been heavily into the BDSM scene, had soundproofed the walls of the bedroom but Harvey wasn't about to take any risks.
"Mmmmmph! Nnnnngghh!" was the muffled response from the redhead, her green eyes blazing with fury, while squirming her shapely ass.
Tuesday, 8:25 am
Barbara had awakened from a fitful slumber, to the sound of the toilet being flushed in the bathroom, on the other side of the condominium. This was closely followed by the sound of the shower being turned on. Harvey had released her from the bed, to go to the bathroom, before the brunette had finally retired for the night, but now Barbara needed to go again. The sound of running water wasn't helping any.
When Harvey finally appeared and sat down in front of the dresser mirror, the redhead was surprised to see that her captor was wearing just a white sports bra and panties. She watched, wide-eyed, as Harvey/Samantha applied her makeup, starting with her eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara and blush, before finishing with a thick layer of bright red lipstick.
Sam blotted off the surplus lipstick on a tissue, then turned to look at her helpless prisoner, for the first time. She looked extremely attractive with her make-up on. "Good morning, Barbara! I hope you slept well?" she enquired, with a teasing smile playing on her full red lips.
"Mmmppphhh!" Barbara cried into the ballgag, furiously shaking her head from side to side and tugging at her wrist manacles. No, she had NOT slept well! She'd had an awful night. Her shoulders and jaw ached terribly, and she badly needed to go to the john again.
"I take it you didn't? What a shame! I slept like a log."
The brunette rose to her feet, slipped her arms into a crisp white T-shirt and slipped it over her head and shoulders, before tugging it down over her modest bosom. Next, she stepped into a pair of blue denim jeans, and squirmed them up over her ass and hips, before zipping them closed. The material molded itself to her shapely ass, showing it off to full advantage, unlike the loose fitting pants she usually wore for her role as Harvey Dent Jr. Sam tucked the shirt into her pants, then sat back down on the dresser stool and pulled on a pair of white ankle socks, followed by a pair of slightly grubby sneakers.
"I'm off to the gym for a good workout, for the next couple of hours," she informed her captive, as she brushed out her short, slightly damp hair, then sprayed on a little hair lacquer, once she was satisfied with its appearance. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, while I'm away! Oh no, I forgot, you can't do anything, can you? Not even play with yourself!" With a tinkling laugh, Sam turned and exited the bedroom, her shapely ass swaying from side to side.
"Samantha even walks differently to her alter-ego," Barbara realized, bitterly, as she heard the apartment door open, then slam closed behind her.
Tuesday, 9:30 am
Jennifer poked her blonde head around the doorframe. "Hey, Brad, have you seen any sign of Barbara this morning?" she enquired. Jenny didn't much like Bradley Fleming, but he always seemed to be in pretty tight with the red-haired Deputy Head Librarian. For her part, Jenny couldn't see what Barbara, or any other girl for that matter, saw in the guy? Brad was the library's I.T. and Security Specialist and okay, he wasn't a bad looking guy, but he always gave her the creeps! Brad was the type of guy who thought he was God's gift to women!
Brad looked up from his computer monitor, and deliberately ran his gaze over her shapely figure, before replying, knowing this was bound to annoy the petite blonde air-head. "No!" he replied, with a leering grin and a slight shake of his head. "Perhaps she's off sick... AGAIN?"
Jenny tried to shake off the feeling that Brad was trying to undress her with his eyes. "I've already tried her home number, but there was no answer! All I got was that damned recorded message! Thanks anyway!"
She returned to her own desk, a worried frown on her pretty face. "Barbara can't possibly still be with that... that Harvey Dent Jr. character?" she muttered, her jealousy rearing its ugly head once more. She phoned the Mayor's Office and managed to get the daytime telephone number of the new Assistant D.A. from his Personal Assistant.
She hung up and quickly entered the number on the keypad of her phone. "Hello, can I speak to Assistant District Attorney, Harvey Dent Jr., please?" Jennifer asked, when she was finally put through to his secretary.
"Mr. Dent is not in yet," replied a cool, distinctly hostile, female voice. "He IS expected to arrive shortly, but I'm afraid he doesn't take any unsolicited telephone calls. Mr. Dent IS a very busy man! If you would care to put your query in writing, and submit it to the following..."
Jenny slammed the phone down. Officious types really got up her nose. "Where the hell has Barbara got to?" she muttered, in an exasperated tone, clenching her fists.
She decided to pop around to Harvey Dent's office during her lunch break. It was only a few minutes walk away from the library.
Tuesday, 12:45 pm
"Hey, where do you think you are going?" the startled, big-busted brunette cried, as Jennifer shoved her way past her, with a determined look on her face. She turned the doorknob of the glass-paneled door and barged into the inner office, without bothering to knock first.
Harvey looked up from the papers on his desk, at the sudden interruption. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, as he stared at the pretty mini-skirted blonde, who'd just stormed in.
The girl planted her high heels as far apart as her short black miniskirt would allow, placed both hands on her shapely hips and thrust out her chest, with a belligerent expression on her youthful face. "I want a word with you, Harvey Dent!" she snapped, her blue eyes flashing, angrily. "What have you done with Barbara Gordon?"
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Dent!" gasped the harassed looking secretary, as she tumbled into the room, just behind the sassy young blonde. "I tried my best to stop her, Sir!"
Harvey's eyes had narrowed, at the mention of Barbara's name. "It's all right, Hilary," he murmured, "I can deal with this. Please close the door on your way out!"
"But Sir, she..."
"Thank you, Hilary! That will be all!" he replied, in a firm, no-nonsense tone of voice.
"Y-Yes, Sir!" She backed out, closing the door behind her, an apoplectic expression on her face.
"Now Miss...?"
"Goodbody! Jennifer Goodbody!"
"Please take a seat, Ms. Goodbody!" Harvey admired the expanse of pale shapely thigh, as she sat down, tugging at the hem of her short skirt, self-consciously. He entwined the fingers of his slim hands, resting his weight on his elbows, on his desktop, as he gave her a reassuring smile. "Now, what can I do for you, young lady?"
"You can tell me what you've done with Barbara Gordon, for a start!" Jenny snapped, belligerently.
"What makes you think I've done ANYTHING with Ms. Gordon?" he replied, raising one well-plucked eyebrow and giving her his best disarming smile.
"She's disappeared, and YOU were almost certainly the last person to see her!"
"And what makes you think that?" he asked, his grey eyes glittering, dangerously.
"Because she was your date last night!"
"Ah, yes... Well, I dropped Ms. Gordon off at the front of her apartment block, just past midnight, after we returned from dining at my favorite restaurant. You can phone the establishment in question and confirm the time of our departure, if you like? I think I have their address and telephone number here, somewhere? Now, where did I put it?" He pulled open the top left drawer of his desk and started to sift through the contents.
"Er, no, that won't be necessary," Jenny mumbled, somewhat taken aback.
"I can assure you that Barbara was in perfect health when I left her, except for her being slightly inebriated of course."
"Oh?" Suddenly, Jenny started to feel very foolish, as well as frustrated.
"Is there anything else you wish to know, young lady?"
There were plenty of things Jenny would've liked to grill the stuck-up, pompous ass about, but she managed to control her usual tendency to fly off the handle. "Did, ah, did Barbara act strange, or do anything unusual, when you said goodnight to her?" she asked, lamely.
"Not that I noticed, but then I WAS engrossed in kissing the delectable Ms. Gordon, at the time!" he replied, with a slight smirk on his lips. He reached up and smoothed his moustache down, with the thumb and index finger of his left hand.
Jennifer experienced a sudden flash of irritation, at his display of preening. "Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Dent," she said, rising to her feet and brushing her short skirt down over her thighs, with both hands. "I, ah, I'm sorry I barged in on you like that, but I am very worried about Barbara!"
He smiled and raised his eyes to her face, as he stood up and reached out to shake her hand. "No problem, Ms. Goodbody! I only wish I could've been of more help. My secretary will show you out!"