WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
This story contains scenes of violence, rape, bondage and other sexual situations that are not appropriate for anyone under the age of eighteen. If you are under the age of eighteen, do not read this story. If you are offended by this material, do not read any further.
Batgirl, Batman, Gotham City and all other characters, were created by and are copyrighted by and are property of DC Comics. This story has been written solely to occupy my free time. No compensation has been or will be received for this story. This story is purely for entertainment purposes and cannot be redistributed for the purposes of making money or profit.
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(I)
Batgirl headed home on her high-speed motorcycle, racing silently through the almost-deserted streets of Gotham City. She had rescued a woman and her baby from a gang of muggers when their car had become disabled in one of the city’s worst neighborhoods, helped nail an armed robber who had shot at her (fortunately hitting her in the bulletproof costume she wore), and she was dead tired. The cycle turned down a deserted alley, then sped toward what looked like a brick wall, only to open quickly and allow her to speed into her building, closing once she was through.
Fortunately, her father owned the building and she was its sole occupant, which worked out perfectly for her life of fighting crime. She parked the cycle then removed her boots and gloves. Then she lifted up her mask, removing it and the red wig she wore to further disguise her identity. She reached around and unzipped her top, bringing the zipper down to her waist and taking off her top. Her ample breasts practically jumped out, as the top came off. Some nights, like this one, were so hot and humid she couldn’t stand wearing a bra under the costume. Besides, she thought, the bulletproof costume provided her with plenty of support. She looked in the mirror, admiring her muscles and well-conditioned body. Her 36C sized breasts still hadn’t surrendered to the march of time, yet, though having just turned 28, she knew it was inevitable. She removed the remainder of her costume and went upstairs to shower.
In three hours she was due at the library for her real-life role as chief researcher.
The woman known as Bertha, sat in her high-tech control room. The 45-year old had recently been released from prison, after serving a stretch for a carjacking during which she’d shot a man. Unfortunately for her, Batgirl had arrived on the scene and swooped down, knocked Bertha out before she knew what was happening.
She had spent the past few years reading up on computers and electronics in the prison library--and working out. No small woman to begin with, standing 6'5", Bertha now easily topped the scales at 210 pounds of solid muscle.
Currently, she sat in a small building, which she had recently purchased with some funds she had switched into her account via the Internet. It was so easy to break into these computers, she thought as he tapped her keys. Within a few hours she had transferred money into a new account and had arranged an entirely new identity. With her new base of operations, money and some tools, she knew she would soon be on the way to her ultimate goal--the destruction of Batgirl.
Over the next several months, Bertha hired goons and assorted toughs to help her move in on the city’s fence and drug traffic. She stayed in the shadows, letting her associates run things for her. She didn’t want to reveal her cards until she was ready. Her sole goal, other than amassing a fortune, was to break Batgirl. She not only wanted to defeat her, but humiliate her and break her as no other criminal had done before.
Batgirl entered the building cautiously. She had followed a shipment of jewels as they were hijacked earlier that evening to this building. She could hear a number of people talking on the second floor as she entered through a skylight on the roof and made her way down three flights of stairs. She stood and listened. There were no other voices other than these. The element of surprise was on her side as she appeared in the doorway. She always loved this moment. Criminals, so surprised to finally meet Batgirl in person, oftentimes fled, or just gave up, rather than try and fight someone known for her superior skills.
"OK, everybody relax and no one will get bruised," announced Batgirl appearing before a half dozen men and women, all tough-looking hoodlums.
"Batgirl?!" they all exclaimed in unison, as one dropped a knife. Before anyone could react Batgirl swung into action, taking out the nearest two thugs, with her fists. She jumped up onto the table and kicked two more in the chest, taking them down, before jumping down and facing the next two. They weren’t much of a match for her martial arts skills and within seconds she had dispatched those two, before another the first two rejoined the fight. She landed a blow across the face of one, but before she could turn, a chair broke across her back, temporarily dazing her. She stumbled for a moment, unsure as one of the men jumped onto her back, but reacting swiftly, she lurched backwards, hurling him into a wall.
"Whew…six down, zero to go," she said, looking around the room. She grabbed the two bags of jewels and headed down the hall, when out stepped another woman, much larger than the rest.
"Batgirl. Going somewhere with MY jewels," she asked, blocking the hallway.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I’m returning these to their rightful owner, if you’ll let me by," said Batgirl, stopping.
"Hold up, there, Batbitch. You’re not going anywhere," said the massive woman folding her arms in front of her chest. My name is Bertha.
Batgirl laughed. "Well, Bertha," she smiled spitting out the name, "we’ll see about that," as she feigned a punch, then swiftly kicked the woman in the chest.
The large woman barely moved from the force of the kick as Batgirl whirled around and tried again. This time the woman move with lightning-like swiftness, grabbing Batgirl’s foot and twisting it hard.
"Arrgggggggghhhhh!" screamed Batgirl in pain as she lost her balance and fell to the ground.
"That’s nothing, Batgirl. Wait until I show you some real pain," the massive hulk sneered as she viciously kicked Batgirl between her legs.
"ARRRGGHHHHHHH!" Batgirl screamed in sheer agony, unable to move as her assailant towered over her.
Got to…get…up… Her mind flashed to her, knowing that unless she continued the fight, she would be finished quickly.
Batgirl grabbed the hulk with both hands, brought her legs up and flipped the woman over, sending her crashing into the wall of the hallway, shaking the entire building.
Batgirl stood up, as did her assailant. Bertha towered over Batgirl, the two women’s eyes meeting. Batgirl felt queasy, as Bertha smiled back at her. She doesn’t seem to be scared by me one bit, thought Batgirl, biting her lip as the woman continued to smile.
Suddenly, the woman charged Batgirl in the narrow hallway. As Batgirl brought her foot up, it was of little use. Outweighed and outmuscled, the larger woman smashed Batgirl into the wall, knocking her senseless when her head smashed into the wall, her legs buckling under her as she sank to the floor, momentarily dazed.
"Get up!!! I’m far from finished with you, Batgirl," snarled Bertha as she lifted her up with one hand by her utility belt and sent her smashing into the wall again.
CRASH!! Batgirl struck the hallway wall with her back. Sure that she must have broken some ribs, she slumped again to the hallway.
She was shocked. How could she have been beaten, so quickly, by this woman. She slowly got to her feet, shaking her head to clear herself as her attacker watched, but before she could mount an effective counter offense, the massive hulk grabbed her and smashed her into the wall, one time after another after another, pummeling her until she collapsed into a heap on the floor, gasping for air, her hand reaching for her utility belt.
"No you’re not," hissed Bertha, taking Batgirl’s hand with both hers and bending the hand back.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" screamed Batgirl as Bertha bent her hand back at the wrist. CRACKKKK!
"AiiiiiiiiEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Batgirl screamed with pain as she heard a bone break in her left hand, now rendered all but useless by the beating she was taking. Before she could react, Bertha’s other hand slammed into her and she absorbed a massive blow to the chest that literally lifted her up off the ground.
"GET UP, BITCH!" Demanded Bertha, standing over her. Batgirl summoned all her strength as she slammed her right fist into Bertha’s crotch.
"OOOOOWWWWWWWW!" gasped Bertha, grabbing her crotch and falling back. Batgirl got up, trying a flying leap at Bertha’s head, but Bertha, despite her pain, ducked and sent her foot into Batgirl’s crotch.
"AHHHHHHHH!" screamed Batgirl as she slammed into the floor and passed out from the pain.
**
When she awoke, she found herself in a room. Her utility belt was lying in a corner, otherwise, she still had her mask and costume on. Thank God, she thought.
"Batbitch. You’re awake. Time for more?" laughed Bertha, getting out of the chair her massive body had been sitting in.
"Do yourself and favor and surrender now, whoever you are," demanded the Dark Angel.
"Surrender? You’ve got to be kidding. When I’m done with you, you’re the one that will be begging me for mercy, girl.
Batgirl got up, standing a short distance from her opponent, ready to do battle again. This woman had gotten the best of her once, but the Dark Angel would not be defeated twice. Batgirl’s right foot lashed out in a front kick, her boot sole landing on Bertha’s chest with a thump, knocking her back slightly. Batgirl seized on the opening. The heroine quickly landed a right hook to Bertha’s jaw, putting her full force behind it. To Batgirl’s surprise, Bertha merely shook her head and then laughed. Batgirl began to be very concerned. No one had ever shaken off a punch like that. Her left hand was still useless and swollen as it hung limply at her side.
Bertha stopped laughing then came at her. She launched a mighty right-handed blow that Batgirl easily ducked, but as she did she found herself in the corner. While she looked around, another mighty right came for her. With nowhere to go Batgirl involuntarily put her left hand up to ward off the fist. WHACK!!!
"UGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" She screamed as the hand struck her broken wrist.
Batgirl tried to fight back, but her broken hand was slowing her, throwing her balance off and she knew her enemy knew she was limited by what she could do.
Batgirl ducked as another fist hurled at her, slamming into the wood above her head. As she looked up, however, she was struck by another fist, which smacked the heroine across the face and cut her lip, sending her reeling into the corner behind her.
She gasped at she looked up, feeling the taste of blood in her mouth, feeling fear in the pit of her stomach as she knew she may be outmatched for the first time in her crimefighting career.
Bertha advanced. "How tough do you think,
"Nev…never…" stuttered Batgirl, as Bertha slammed her up against the wall, time after time after time.
"Beg me for mercy.
"Can't…never…" sputtered the masked angel in a show of defiance.
It made Bertha angrier as she brought her knee up, and crushed Batgirl’s pubic area as hard as she could, making Batgirl gasp with pain. Batgirl tried to hit Bertha with everything she had, but she was so spent, Bertha merely swatted her almost useless punches aside as she laughed.
"Come on…I know you can do it. Beg, Batgirl. Beg Bertha…" She ripped open Batgirl’s costume, exposing her breasts as the entire front of her outfit was reduced to shreds.
WHACK! WHACK! Bertha began to slap Batgirl’s breasts with her open palm.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" Batgirl cried
WHACK! WHACCCCCKKKKK! Bertha delivered a particularly vicious slap into the sobbing heroine’s left breast.
"No…Nooooooooo…" Batgirl sobbed, tears of humiliation streaming down her masked face as she was beaten almost at will.
Bertha put her knee back into Batgirl’s vagina, a powerful blow that caused Batgirl to crumple to the floor, sobbing and thrashing with pain.
"Heeellpppp…noooooo…pleassssseeeeee…noooo nooooo more…" she begged as she gasped for air.
"Why Batgirl. The fun has only begun," smiled Bertha as she bent over and took a breast into her mouth, then clamped down her teeth onto the nipple.
"AAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" screamed Batgirl. Never had she felt so much pain. Never in her worst dreams had this happened. She had been captured before, but never beaten this badly. For the first time, she had to consider surrender. There was no way out…
Bertha moved over and bit down on the other breast, then sank her teeth into the nipple, clamping down hard and pulling on it.
"NOOOOOOOOO…Noooooooooo…anything…just stop…" she begged, as the tears ran down her fact, her chest heaving and glistening with sweat from the beating she was taking.
Bertha stopped for a moment to admire her work. The great Batgirl. For almost ten years the most admired female crime fighter. Reduced to a pile of begging breasts…
Bertha leaned over and, grasping Batgirl’s pants, ripped them apart too, tearing the fabric until Batgirl lay on the floor, her eyes wide with fear, shaking as she was almost completely nude. Bertha smiled at the heroine's now exposed groin and its brown pubic hair, her gloves and boots still on, the rest of her exposed to her enemy.
"Oh…I see you’re not a natural redhead, honey," said Bertha grabbing a fistful of the pubic hair and yanking it.
"AIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!" shrieked Batgirl from the pain as Bertha held it up in front of her face like a trophy.
"Oh…calm down, Batgirl. The fun is only starting. Relax," she cooed, stroking Batgirl’s mask.
The next instant Bertha smacked Batgirl's exposed vagina with a powerful open handed slap.
SLAP! "You’re going to beg me, whore
"Pleasseeeee…noooo…stop… I-I surrender…" sobbed Batgirl unable to stop the tears, pain and humiliation. She was crying so hard, she didn’t see Bertha strap on the largest dildo she would ever lay eyes on.
Batgirl sobbed, then gasped as she felt something press at the entrance to her labia, her eyes looking at her assailant, wide with fear through her mask.
"NOOOO…Stop…anything…pleasssseeeeeee…" she begged as Bertha rammed the dildo into her. "AHHHHHHHiiieeeeeeeee!" she screamed.
Bertha laughed as she hunched over her captive, watching the fear and tears streaming from underneath the mask of Batgirl. She plunged the dildo deeper.
"Aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee…no…dear Goooooddddddddd… Bertha…don’t do this…please…" Batgirl cried as she felt the dildo spilt her moist insides, tearing the soft, sensitive flesh. She bucked as she tried to avoid the thrusting of the dildo, each one more painful than the first. Her hip movements only caused Bertha more excitement as she felt the Dark Angel squirm under her, trying to escape her beating.
Bertha leaned over. "How do you feel now, Batgirl. Beg me for mercy."
"I-I'm begging you…" Batgirl sobbed.
"I want you to call me master," Bertha hissed.
"MA…Ma…Master pleaseeee… I’m…I’m…begging…" sobbed Batgirl
"Who’s your master now, slut?"
"You…you are the one…the master…"
"Will you do whatever I command?" whispered Bertha into Batgirl’s ear as she thrust so hard Batgirl’s head banged up against the wall.
"Yessssss…yess… I-I…will…" stammered Batgirl.
"Well. I’ve got a little surprise for you," whispered Bertha. "You’ll notice I’m wearing rubber straps with this," she continued as she also grabbed a pair of gloves. "The end of this dildo…IS ELECTRIFIED!" she screamed as she flicked on the switch.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Batgirl could barely manage a scream as the current raced through her body. It felt like every muscle in her was twisted. All she could do was scream as her body convulsed from the electricity.
Bertha began to plunge the dildo in and out, harder and harder until she finally orgasmed from the incredible turn on of defeating Batgirl. The heroine continued to scream in her arms. Finally, after a minute or two, she switched off the current and withdrew the dildo.
Batgirl lay on the floor, whimpering and sobbing, her head faced down, her arms and legs now drawn up into a fetal position.
Bertha grabbed Batgirl by the mask and neck, forcing her up. "Now, who’s your master, whore?"
"You…" sobbed Batgirl, tears streaking down her face. You’re my…my master… Just, pleasse don’t hurt me anymore," she begged, unable to stop her body from shaking with fear.
"Come on, Batgirl. You disappoint me. I want you to really beg for it," she laughed as she turned on the button and rammed the dildo once again into Batgirl’s battered and bleeding pussy.
"NOOOOOO…NOOOOOOOOOO!" gasped Batgirl in horror as the jolt struck her body.
Bertha laughed as she continued to pummel the defenseless heroine. She leaned over and put some rubber gloves on, then began to batter Batgirl’s face and breasts with slaps from her hands as she brutally rammed the dildo completely in and out of her victim.
All the once proud crime fighter could do was beg as she was raped and beaten, again and again for the next couple of hours.
Finally Bertha pulled out of her and left her on the floor, sweat making her body glisten as the crimefighter passed out.
**
Batgirl awakened with a jolt. Bertha was standing over her, pouring cold water on her naked body. Batgirl was weak and in shock from her beating as she lay there, trying to regain some strength.
"Pleaseee…what do you want. I can help you. Anything…please," she asked looking up at her captor through the eyeholes in her mask.
Her question was met with a brutal kick to her defenseless groin. Bertha then bent over and dragged her to her feet. Batgirl leaned against the wall, unable to stand on her own as Bertha began to beat her harshly, throwing her against the wall, then pummeling her with both of her massive arms and their fists. Batgirl was too weak and fearful to do anything but accept the beating. Finally, Bertha picked her up, held her over her head, and slammed her down onto the floor, back first. Batgirl lay on the ground, unable to move.
"Now…if I ever see you again, bitch, anywhere, anytime, I’ll kill you. With my bare hands," she hissed as she pulled off Batgirl’s mask and wig, revealing her face for the first time. "Now that I know what you really look like, pray you don’t wander into me again, ever, in real life," she spat as she ripped Batgirl’s mask in two.
Barbara Gordon, lay there in shock. She had been broken by this woman. Utterly broken and humiliated, physically and mentally. She cowered as Bertha finished her instructions, picked her up by the hair and brought her up to face her, face to unmasked face for the first time.
"BITCH!" screamed Bertha as she struck Barbara with a thunderous jolt from her right hand sending her reeling into the wall and knocking her unconscious.
**
Several hours later, Batman, responding to an anonymous call that had been relayed to him, approached the building that Batgirl had been eyeing earlier. As he crouched on a fire escape, he heard a moan.
"Heeelllppppp…heeeellpppppp…"
It was difficult for Batman to make out where it was, the voice was so weak. "Where are you," he shouted.
"Heeelllpp."
Over there, Batman thought, in a Dumpster. Batman, cautious as ever, swung to a spot over the Dumpster, where he spotted the nude body of a woman lying face down in the trash. Her body was covered with welts, cuts that were still bleeding, and was black and blue everywhere. Someone had obviously given her a beating that she was lucky to be alive from.
"Miss…" whispered Batman, turning over the body of the young woman. "MY GOD," gasped Batman as the severely beaten face of Barbara Gordon was revealed. She had been beaten so badly it was hard for Batman to recognize her. Her face was swollen, black and blue and cut in several places. She was nude.
"Barbara…what did they do… WHO did this to you?" demanded Batman, cradling her in his arms as he lowered her over the side of the Dumpster and onto the pavement.
"No…more…pleaseeeee…you are the master…" moaned Barbara, still incoherent. Batman thought about taking her back to the Batcave, but with her injuries, Barbara needed to be in a hospital. And, whoever had done this to her, obviously had removed her mask, if she had in fact, been in her Batgirl persona.
Several weeks later, a car carrying Barbara Gordon pulled up to her building. The young lady got out, and walked up the steps to her apartment, very slowly, leaning heavily on the cane she needed to balance herself. Her face was drawn, her walk unsteady as she ascended the stairs. It was the first time she had returned since she had departed as Batgirl on the night of her capture.
She closed and locked the deadbolts, taking extra care. Her right hand shook as she sat down at her kitchen table, and lifted a coffee cup to her mouth, swallowing a handful of powerful pain pills that had been prescribed for her. Her left hand, still encased in a cast, hung at her side.
Barbara realized she was sweating, even from the small amount of exertion she had expended just to climb out of the car and up the stairs to her place. She was on the mend, physically, but mentally felt empty. She had been beaten so badly. She wasn’t sure she could ever have sex without pain again, her tissues had been so badly bloodied and bruised. The mere thought of Bertha, lurking out there was enough to awaken her screaming almost every night. She knew, she would have to beat Bertha, or die trying, if she was to ever have peace, either as Barbara Gordon, or Batgirl.
What was worse was that Bertha had gotten a good look at her face. If her secret were to ever get out, she knew Barbara Gordon, and her friends, would be a target for every criminal in Gotham.
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(II)
Barbara Gordon took another drink of water. Her hand shook as she brought it up to her mouth. She gazed in the mirror at the face in front of her. There were bags under her eyes. Her face was drawn and her hair was ragged. It had been three months since her encounter with Bertha. Her left arm was almost healed. In fact, her cast had been removed some time earlier, but it was taking longer to rehab her wrist, which was still sore and not fully movable.
Physically, she was mending, although at times her insides still hurt from the massive beating her vagina had taken from the dildo that had been forced into it by Bertha. The very thought of her rape was enough to make her tremble. She had stopped using the cane just last week that she had been forced to rely on for the past few months, but her once well-toned physique was gone, replaced by a hunched over, 29-year-old woman, unsure of herself.
Batman stopped by every week, and tried to help. But, the pain and humiliation at the hands of the most powerful hulk Batgirl had ever faced haunted her and prompted frequent crying jags.
She stumbled into her bedroom and opened the secret closet where she kept her Batgirl costumes. There were two left, after Bertha had shredded the first. She could almost feel the power emanating from this room as she took one of the masks and placed it over her head and down over her eyes. She felt better. Not as confident as Batgirl, but better as she began to put her old costume on. Within minutes, standing in front of her mirror was the persona of Batgirl. She knew she had come to a critical junction. She was either to return as Batgirl, or retire and move away. She stood, looking at herself in the mirror, thinking. She knew she wasn't ready as she felt her clammy palms. The old feeling of power, the transformation hadn't taken place. Behind the mask was Barbara Gordon, not Batgirl.
Several weeks later, Barbara struck the punching bag, again and again and again. She was finishing the final part of her daily workout routine, the one she had used to keep in shape as Batgirl. She was still unsure during her judo and karate workouts, but her mentor, Mr. Chin, felt she was gaining confidence again. He didn't know what had happened to her, but as always, he was patient with his once best student.
A month later, Barbara Gordon surveyed herself in the mirror. Her pert, size 36-C breasts stood out, sagging only slightly in the surrender of time and age. Her muscles were beginning to show again. Her wrist was healed and she felt ready. She was itching to get back to Batgirl. The paper that day had run a story asking where was Batgirl. While she didn't feel 100% yet, she knew Batgirl had to return, and soon. The bags under her eyes worried her. She wasn't getting enough sleep, she still had frequent nightmares of Bertha, but even Mr. Chin had remarked about how well she had done the past few days.
The city needed her. She sighed and put her Batgirl pants on, then her top part. Then she pulled on her yellow boots and gloves. Time for the final transformation, she thought. She always loved this part. The power surge, the adrenaline began to flow as she lifted up the red wig and placed it over her short brown hair. Then came the mask and cowl, coming over her wig, then her eyes. She gently adjusted it as she gazed back at the person in the mirror--Batgirl. She felt the electricity as she stood there, Batgirl looking back at her. The greatest female crimefighter ever seen, she thought to herself.
"Time to rock and roll," she added as she ran to grab her motorbike and head out the secret entrance for the first time in months.
Batgirl knew Bertha had taken over much of the city's crime. She controlled much of the street crime, fencing and drug operations in the city. What she didn't know was where her current hideout was. And, of course, secrecy was important. She knew she would have to surprise Bertha and get the drop on her, or else she would face defeat again. She shuddered at the thought as she sped through the street.
Suddenly, she heard a gunshot, only a block or two from her location. Damn, she thought, as she slowed the silent motorbike. She saw a man running, a gun in hand down a sidewalk to her left. Here goes nothing, she thought as she gunned the bike toward him. Within seconds she had pulled over, and waited for the suspect to run past. As he did, she jumped out and demanded he stop.
"Hold it, buddy," she cried as she tackled him and the gun went sliding out of his hand. A quick series of karate kicks and the suspect was on the ground and handcuffed. Batgirl summoned police on her radio and handed him over when the officers arrived.
"Not bad, for a few moments work," she smiled to herself as she sped off.
Later that night as she sped home something caught her eye. A gang of young punks had gathered in front of a store and were pushing around what appeared to be a man in an apron. The bike skidded to a halt as Batgirl rounded a corner and parked the cycle in a nearby deserted alley.
"Hey, you old bastard, give it up, now," screamed one of the young toughs as he brandished a knife. Suddenly, another of the young teens gathered threw a punch to the shopkeeper's stomach.
"Uggghhhhhhh," was the only thing Batgirl heard as he crumpled to the ground. Just then Batgirl appeared.
"What do you BOYS think you're doing," she demanded from behind the group.
"What the fuck..." was all one of the young men could utter as Batgirl flew into action. Six young men, members of the Crips, descended on the Dark Angel, brandishing knives and even in one case, a gun. Batgirl took two down with two expertly thrown throws of her Batrang, and kicked several more before a single shot rang out. Batgirl felt a pounding blow to her back as she slumped facedown to the pavement.
"Holy shit, you killed Batgirl," one of the two remaining boys said to the gang member holding the still smoking gun.
"Let's remove her mask and see who she is," said the other as the pair approached the body of Batgirl. They knelt down and rolled her over. Quick as a snake, Batgirl flipped one teen over her head, throwing him into a brick wall and punched the gunman so hard he was knocked cold.
The shopkeeper ran over and thanked Batgirl, embracing her. Batgirl brushed herself off and disappeared into the darkness. Batgirl was back with a vengeance.
The next day, the Gotham Free Press carried a large article on page one about the apparent return of Batgirl.
"No doubt about it. I've dealt with her before and it was THE Batgirl," a cop was quoted as saying. Then, the story detailed how she had dispatched a half dozen of the most dangerous members of the city's worst gang in but a few moments.
In her headquarters, Bertha read the story, spitting out the words. "Batgirl. How dare you, you sniveling little bitch. This time, I swear I'll kill her," vowed Bertha to one of her male assistants.
Bertha lifted up the phone. "George, get my computer warmed up. I want to search the driver's license bureau for our little friend. I want to prepare a little surprise for her," she said into the phone.
Within a few hours, Bertha was pouring over driver's license photo's, searching for Batgirl's familiar unmasked face. Bertha quickly narrowed the possibilities by zip code, then by age. She had about a dozen candidates as she began to look through the photos.
"Bingo!" she shouted out loud in her office. There she was. Barbara Gordon, aged 29, having just celebrated her birthday. Quickly, Bertha got onto her Nexus database and did a search. There were a number of articles on her. Daughter of the police commissioner, former congresswoman, worked at the Gotham Library. Bertha studied her opponent for the next several hours, then hired a number of private detectives to find out all they could about Barbara Gordon.
Over the next two weeks Batgirl searched for Bertha's headquarters. But, the massive hulk was running her empire from underground, it seemed. Everyone knew her, yet no one ever saw her. Batgirl was frustrated as she returned to her apartment building from another night on patrol.
Bertha was loving every minute of Batgirl's search. Unknown to Barbara or Batgirl, Bertha had had her apartment searched, then placed several small tracking devices on her Batgirl costumes. Bertha knew where Batgirl was every second and her hired hands knew where Barbara Gordon was. She had only told the private dicks to watch Barbara, and so far, they hadn't uncovered the truth about her other identity, which was fine with Bertha. Information was as valuable as cash in the Gotham underworld.
Batgirl returned home from a late night patrol. It was 3:30am. She pounded her fist on the dresser in frustration as she took her mask off then removed her utility belt. No sign of Bertha and she was exhausted.
"Well aren't we looking good tonight, Barbara," said a voice she instantly recognized in her doorway. Barbara was stunned. She was standing in her secret room, her Batgirl costume still on, save for her mask and utility belt when Bertha appeared in the doorway.
"Wha...What are you doing here," she said, a chill of fear in the pit of her stomach developing.
"I thought I warned you about being Batgirl again. It seems the little lesson I taught you wore off pretty quickly. I guess I'm going to have to teach you really well this time," she smiled making her way toward the Dark Angel.
Barbara grabbed for her utility belt, but as she struggled to open one of it's compartments, Bertha was on top of her and the pair went crashing into the floor. Bertha landed on top of Batgirl, knocking the wind out of her.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh," she cried as she struck the floor. The pair wrestled for a moment, each trying to gain the upper hand, struggling, kicking and punching, but Bertha's massive bulk and muscles, and Batgirl's struggle to regain her breath left her at a huge disadvantage. Bertha got her in a headlock as she rammed Barbara headfirst into her wall, knocking her senseless.
My God. No...can't lose again... her brain cried as she struggled to get up. She could hardly see. Her red wig had been knocked lose and she couldn't see anything through the mass of hair as Bertha slammed her again into the wall, then struck her with a right uppercut when she careened off the wall back towards the hulking woman. Barbara went down, discarding her wig, but before she could get up Bertha lifted her up with both hands and slammed her into the wall, time and time again.
Bertha laughed. She was having the time of her life. Batgirl was obviously unprepared for the fight. She knew no one else lived in the building and there was no chance anyone would be coming over at this hour. She was free to do whatever she wished.
Barbara began to shake. Her confidence was quickly evaporating as she remembered her previous beating and she began to shake. She knew she was being beaten, badly. She could only dream what nightmares Bertha would have in store for her if she lost and he heart began to race wildly. Got to...get my belt, she thought as she fought her enemy. Bertha paused in her beating as Barbara got up. Her lip was bleeding and her jaw was sore from the punches she had already taken. She leapt for her belt and with one motion opened the compartment she needed, but as she brought the chloroform spray up to get Bertha, the large woman swatted it out of her hand. Barbara looked toward the canister as it rolled across the room. Unfortunately, when she looked back all she saw was a giant fist and felt a huge pain as everything went dark.
When Batgirl awoke, she instantly noticed her costume had been removed. She was completely naked. She was still in her Batgirl chamber, but several cameras had been set up. Bertha winked at her.
"Good morning, sunshine. I see you're awake. How much do you think I'll make for a videotape of the taming and killing of Batgirl?" she asked.
Barbara said nothing as she sat on the floor, her body propped up on a wall. "What, what are you going to do? Kill me? Just get it over with, Bertha," said Batgirl.
"Oh, come on. You disappoint me, Barbara. First, we have to have some fun. What good would a video of just me killing you be? We need all the ingredients. Sex, fighting. Boys, she's all yours," smiled Bertha as four men entered. All were naked and well hung. "You see, when my men found out I had discovered who Batgirl was, and that I was coming to pay you a visit, well. You understand, I could hardly contain them if I wanted to keep the peace, or should I say piece, ha, ha, ha," she cackled as the men grabbed Barbara and threw her to the floor.
"NO!!!!! NO!!!!!!! Please...Bertha...woman to woman...you can't let them rape me like this... For Godsakes, I'm begging you...UGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She finished with a moan like a wounded animal as one of the men entered her from below, his huge prick piercing her pussy, forcing its way up into her womb and impaling her on his cock.
"NO...Help...help...please...AAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" Another scream punctuated the apartment as a second assailant plunged into her anus, ripping and tearing her muscles, while the other two men held her down.
"Nuh...nuh...nuh..." Barabara screamed, her eyes wild with terror as the men forced her to rock back and forth on their cocks. Then, she felt a stab of pain and another man grabbed her hair from the back and pulled her head back. As she watched in terror, the fourth henchman put his penis in front of her face and motioned for her to put it in her mouth.
"No...no...pleaseeeeeee..." she moaned. Suddenly her back felt like it was on fire as Bertha whipped her across the back with a large bullwhip.
"Eat him. NOW!" she demanded.
Barbara opened her mouth and began to cry as she felt the massive member fill her throat. She closed her eyes, wishing she had never become Batgirl again and quit the crimefighting game while she was ahead. She knew her terror was only beginning as she felt a surge and the man under her moaned as he filled her womb with his seed.
The rape continued for the next several hours as each man took several turns with the best known female superheroine of Gotham. When they were finally done, the body of Barbara Gordon lay sprawled on the floor of her Batgirl chamber. Sweat covered her nude body, and semen dripped down from her mouth and matted her short brown public hair. She lay moaning on the floor, semi-conscious and in shock from the vicious rapes.
"Ok, let's tie her up and throw her in the car. I've got big things in store for this one," said Bertha, lifting up Barbara's head by the hair, as Barbara's eyes barely opened. Bertha knew to break Batgirl physically and mentally she would have to do something so horrible it would totally humiliate Batgirl. She had just the plan. Bertha laughed.
When they arrived at Bertha's hideout, the villianess wasted little time in ordering, "Men, grab her and chain her to the wall." Her henchmen instantly obeyed. They dragged the sweaty body of Batgirl across the floor and manacled each wrist and ankle to the wall, so Batgirl was in a spread eagle position.
"Good, good," smiled Bertha as she put some smelling salts under Barbara's nose.
"Wha...wha's going on...where...where am I..." said a groggy Batgirl as she came to, her eyes rolling up and her eyelids shutting several times before she fully awoke.
SMACK! Bertha let loose with an open-palmed smack to Barbara's face.
"Now that I've got your attention," she said. "I thought I'd let you entertain yourself for awhile. By the way...who is Batman under that mask of his?" she asked.
Barbara laughed. "Never...Bertha...I'll die before I give you that information," she spat out.
"Very well, we shall see my pet," said Bertha as she waved the largest dildo Barbara had ever seen in front of her, then gently eased it past her labia, up inside of Barbara.
"Let's see how long you last, Barbara, my dear," whispered Bertha in her ear as she turned on the vibrator.
Instantly, Barbara felt herself becoming aroused. She had been raped, and sodomized but here was a chance to enjoy the moment as she felt the stirrings between her thighs. She was already becoming wet as an "MMMMMM" escaped her lips.
Bertha turned up the vibrator more and watched as Barbara Gordon began to gyrate her hips, unable to control the sensation that was quickly building inside of her.
"Ummmmmm...ooooooooohhhhhhhhh," she moaned. It was undoubtedly the largest vibrator she had ever toyed with, bigger than the one she owned. She knew it was futile to resist the orgasm that was building in her like a lit fuse.
"Ahhhhhhhhh...Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...AIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed, her breasts pushing out, her arms and leg muscles straining against their manacles as her entire body convulsed from the thunderous orgasm.
Almost immediately, another one began to build. But, immediately, Barbara knew something was very wrong. Her arm manacles had moved slightly up, pulling her arms and stretching them.
"Ahhhh...now you see my little plan, Batgirl, ha, ha, ha... Each time you experience an orgasm, the manacles will move a little more, stretching you tighter and tighter. I dare say, tighter than that pussy of yours," she laughed as she said that. "Before long, your body will become so tight your muscles and bones will begin to come apart as the machine stretches you further and further, until, of course, your bones begin to snap."
"You bitch!" screamed Batgirl. But even as she was protesting she could feel another orgasm building. She tried to think of how much she hated Bertha for what she had done to her, but even that wasn't enough to snuff the feeling inside of her. Batgirl had often fantasized being manacled, but nothing like this.
Suddenly it struck again, this time even more intense than the first as she screamed again. "OOOOHHHHHH GGGGGOOOODDDDDDDDD...UUUUMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH!" Her eyeballs rolled back and she gave into the orgasm that struck her like a freight train, her muscles tensing on the dildo so hard she thought for a moment she might pass out.
Then she heard a click and her manacles moved again..."Ugghhhhhh...uuuggghhhhhhh...help...please..." she pleaded with Bertha. She was having trouble breathing. Each breath out meant she slumped in her manacles, making her body even more tense.
My God, she thought. A couple more orgasms and this thing will pull me apart. Can't last much longer...
"I see you're beginning to feel the pain. Well, dear. Exercise some self-control and you might last for awhile. Of course, just give me Batman's true identity and your troubles are over," she said stroking Barbara's clitoris.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." moaned Batgirl, more out of the pleasure of having her clit stroked at the moment than her fear.
Barbara tried concentrating on the pain. It worked for about five minutes, but she was finally unable to resist the vibrating presence inside of her as another orgasm ripped through her body.
Another orgasm later and Batgirl began to scream, now from the pain.
"Pleaseeeeee...Bertha...oh God...please...anything...just not Batman's secret... Oh...God.... AAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE," was all she could scream as the manacles pulled her body so tight she knew another orgasm would probably pull her shoulders from their sockets. She had to breathe carefully now, because one huge movement, one gasp and she knew she might never have the use of one or both arms.
"AAAIIEEEEEE...pleassssseeeee...ahhhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhhhh..." Her eyes went wide with fear as she felt another orgasm begin to wash over her. "Nuuuuhhhhhhhhh...noooooooooooo...UMMMMPHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned as her pussy seized inside.
"Brucee...Bruce Wayne...Oh please...Bertha...anything...anything...let me go..." she sobbed.
"Ok, I'll keep my part of the bargain, no more stretching. But...I'm leaving you here like this, minus your playtoy, until I return. Just to make sure you're not fibbing me," said Bertha with a smile.
"Noooo...please...not like this...I'm begging you..." but it was too late. Bertha had exited out the room as Batgirl began to scream and cry.
Bruce Wayne entered his manor, ascending the elevator from the Batcave. Bertha and her minions had been ever so careful to search for alarms. As the bone-weary Bruce Wayne walked into his bedroom he immediately knew there was trouble when he smelled cigarette smoke.
He wheeled around, only to find a tall, muscular, good-looking woman sitting in an easy chair, smoking.
"Hello, Mr. Wayne," she said, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Keeping some late hours at the office?" she asked.
"Look...I don't know what you want, but you can have anything, just leave me alone," Bruce whimpered in his best wimp imitation, trying to make it look like he was shaking.
Bertha had figured he didn't want to chance his identity being revealed and had already concluded he would act this way, something she could turn to her advantage.
"Look, Wayne," she hissed, getting up and grabbing the lapel of the undershirt he was wearing. "I don't want to hurt you. I just want some money."
"Anything, please...just go," he begged.
"Ok, have it your way," Bertha said as she instantly brought her knee crashing into his groin, while at the same time, slamming a fist into his face.
"Ugghhhhhhhhhhhh," groaned Bruce as he went crashing to the ground, totally unprepared for what Bertha had done. Bertha quickly took a canister out of her pocket and sprayed some chloroform gas into Bruce's face. He lost consciousness as he lay on the ground, his brain still trying to comprehend what was happening.
Bruce awoke in a large room. He was sitting upright in a large leather chair. He was unchained, so he decided to play along, knowing he could defeat this woman if worse came to worst. After all, he thought, no sense in calling suspicion to his alter-ego. He was clad in a nightshirt and some shorts. Standing a dozen feet away, in the shadows was a woman he judged to be about 6'5" and almost solid muscle. She was also very beautiful. The same woman who had earlier kicked and beaten him. He said nothing, wondering what she wanted with Bruce Wayne. He was both appalled and curious by her conspicuous beauty.
"Who are you, and what do you want," he demanded.
"Easy Bruce, or should I say, Batman?" said Bertha, a large smile appearing on her face as she said the last word. "You see, Batman. You and I share a mutual friend, someone you may have been wondering where she was for the past few nights. Batgirl has become quite the toy, but I'm afraid she likes to talk and she told me all about your secret nightlife," she laughed, noting the look of shock on Bruce Wayne's face.
"What have you done to her...you...you...creature!" Bruce spat out, a look of total shock registering on his face as Bertha grabbed what looked like a large curtain and pulled it back, revealing the nude body of Batgirl, save for her mask and cowl, chained and drugged, her feet spread-eagled, her once proud head hanging down.
"Oh boys, wake Ms. Gordon up, if you will," commanded Bertha. At once two henchmen entered from another door and shook smelling salts under Batgirl's nose. She came to, and gasped as she saw Bruce Wayne sitting across from her.
"By the way, let me introduce myself. I'm Bertha, the woman who has been running Gotham City's little crime empire lately. I know both you and the Batbitch were looking for me. Well, you can see what happened to our little friend here, right Barbara," said Bertha as Batman had to catch himself from gasping. It was true, Batgirl's secret identity was out, he thought.
"If you want your little friend back, Batman, I'm afraid you going to have to take her. You see, she's my little plaything now."
"Bruce...don't...she wants to provoke you. I'm so sorry but she tortured me...I...I...tried but I..." Batgirl said as she began to sob.
"You fiend," shouted Bruce, quickly forgetting any pretense now of saving his identity, as he lunged at Bertha.
Bertha made a lighting quick move and smashed Batman in the ribs as he sailed past her. Surprised, he turned and the pair began their combat. Each kicked and threw the other. As soon as one would land on the floor, the other would try to take advantage only to be thwarted time and time again. Unfortunately for Batman, he was already tired, while Bertha was well rested. As Batman tried to advance on her again, Bertha reached behind herself. Batman, intent on her eyes, didn't see her hand until she brought it back around and tossed mustard powder in his face and eyes.
"ARRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" he screamed as he rubbed at his eyes, blinded by the powder and gasping to breathe. As he scratched at his eyes, Bertha began to punch and kick him at will. Batman, gasping and out of breath had little left as Bertha hammered him time after time in the head, ribs and groin. Bertha jumped up, and delivered a massive blow to Batman's head. The Caped Crusader collapsed in a heap, unconscious at the feet of Batgirl, as a tear tricked down her face from below her mask.
Barbara awoke some time later in total darkness. She was immediately disoriented. She was floating in some type of liquid, she couldn't tell what, but was otherwise unrestrained. As far as she could tell, she was in some type of box, completely naked. She began to bang on the sides of the box and top.
"Help...help...let me out of here...help...help..." she yelled as she continued banging her fists for several minutes. She couldn't hear a thing and soon relaxed. She knew she had to be in some type of sensory deprivation chamber. She rested as she wondered what horrors lay in store for her. She didn't have to wait long. Her coffin like prison soon opened and her naked body was dragged out and thrown on the floor. To her horror, the men who had earlier abused her approached and began to fondle her again.
"No...please...no...anything. You don't want to do this," she pleaded as they held her down and began another rapefest. "Please...I beg you...noooooooooo!" she yelled as she felt a stiff bone at her labia. There was a brief hesitation, then her assailant plunged his cock all the way inside of her.
"OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!" she moaned as he continued to plunge in and out of her savagely while another man held her arms and head down.
Bruce awoke some time later. He was naked and sitting in chair which was bolted to the floor. He was chained in the chair, sitting upright. He also had a collar fastened around his neck, which led to a steel chain that was bolted to the floor. As he lifted his head up, which was still swimming from the punch that had knocked him unconscious, he heard the cries of what sounded like a wounded animal. To his horror, he realized the sounds were coming from the naked body of Barbara Gordon, who was being raped in both holes while being forced to give oral sex. Another goon was sucking her breasts as she continued to wail.
"I've devised the ultimate punishment for your friend, Batman. Barbara, Batgirl, is going to be raped and you can do nothing but watch. I'll bet after a few days she'll barely be able to think, much less present a formidable adversary, especially since I've already beaten her to within an inch of her life," Bertha said as she began to laugh.
"When I get out of here, I'll put you away for good," shouted Batman only to hear and see Bertha lean over and laugh in his face.
Bertha laughed as she took off her shirt and pants. Even Batman had to admit she was beautiful. She was huge, but well muscled with gigantic breasts that threatened to explode from her too small bra.
Bertha sat down on Batman's lap as she began to gyrate her pelvis back and forth. She leaned over and kissed him deeply, then grasped his head in both arms as she pulled him towards her and shoved her breasts into his face.
Despite his revulsion at what Bertha had done to Batgirl, Batman's penis began to grow and harden. Bertha continued to rub her breasts in his face as his cock stiffened and grew.
"Ah. It seems you're human after all, Batman," laughed Bertha as she unhooked her bra, her breasts spilling into Bruce's face. His rock hard member stood at full mast as Bertha gasped in delight, then grabbed it, and gently slid it between the mound of light brown hair between her legs, slowly impaling herself on Batman's cock.
Batman could only pant as Bertha began a slow motion gyration on his penis and leaned over to kiss the Batman. Bruce, who had some dark bondage fantasies of his own, although horrified by what had happened to Barbara, nonetheless took her tongue into his mouth as the pair began kissing deeply.
"UMMMMMMMMMMM," was all he could moan as she began to rock back and forth, tightening around his cock like a vise. All Batman could think of was this was the one woman who had ever beaten him. The thought repulsed and excited him as he began to suck the nipple that was offered to him by Bertha. In the background, he could also hear the moans coming from across the room as Batgirl was repeatedly raped. The thought both repulsed and turned him on.
"Come on...come on..." groaned Bertha, now beginning to lose herself in ecstasy as she felt the huge pole inside her, so large and hard it almost caused her pain to have the full cock in her. She began to rock faster and faster on his cock like a jackhammer.
He gazed up into Bertha's eyes as she grabbed him, smothering his face with her breasts so hard he had to struggle for breath as she exploded into a huge shattering orgasm.
"Yess...yessssssssss...ohhhhhhhhh GGGGOOOOOODDDDDDD YYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" she wailed as Batman felt her shudder from her orgasm.
Batman was himself on the verge of losing control. When he heard and felt Bertha's insides shudder with delight, he lost it. As a stream of juice squirted out of him and up into Bertha, he cried out, "Arrrrggghhhh!"
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Barbara Gordon watched in horror as Batman exploded with a thunderous scream across the room. She gave up all hope of rescue. For the first time, she and the Caped Crusader were beaten. Tears began to stream down her semen soaked face as she brought her arms up to put them around the man who was straddling her. Her body was sore from the beating Bertha had given her. Might as well enjoy the ride, she thought to herself as she brought the man down to her breasts and began pumping her hips.
**
Bertha kissed Batman as the pair caught their breath from the sixth orgasm both had experienced. As he softly groaned in her ear, Bertha had to admit Batman was a great, great lover, but she had no intention of keeping him around. She lifted herself off his cock, went over to a small cabinet in the room, then came back and unlocked the chain holding him to the chair, along with the collar.
"What..." was all Batman he could utter as Bertha viciously kicked his naked body smack in the groin.
"UGGHHHHHH!" he screamed as he crashed to the floor with a sickening thud. Bertha was on top in the blink of an eye as she began to pummel Bruce Wayne. Batman, still tired from his first battle with Bertha and tired from their sexual encounter, was no match for Bertha, who landed punches almost at will. Bruce stood his ground like a fighter who didn't know he had lost the match as she pounded him with a left and then a right. As he staggered back, Bertha grabbed him, bringing him to her body and grasped him with both arms.
"URRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Batman screamed as Bertha bear hugged him hard at the base of his spine, and broke his back with a tremendous CRAACCCCKKKKK!!!
Bruce Wayne slumped to the floor.
"NOW, you're free to go Bruce, Batman," she hissed as he tried to crawl away. "You may have to crawl all the way back to the Batcave, but don't ever fuck with me again," she shouted, turning toward Barbara.
Barbara lay watching the events unfold. If she pulled her head back, she could see an upside down version of what was unfolding as the man on top of her pumped away at her with his stone hard dick. The other men had taken a break from their fuckfest and watched in fascination as their boss broke the Batman. Even they wouldn't have believed it had they not seen it with their own eyes.
"My God...Bruce...oh God...I'm so...CHOKE...sorry..." she sobbed. Barbara thought in horror as she watched him try to crawl away, his legs useless, breathing heavily, each pull with his arms an exercise in gut-wrenching pain.
"Okay boys. Put her back in the sensory deprivation chamber. She's had enough fun for now," Bertha commanded as the bruised and semen-matted body of Barbara Gordon was lowered into the chamber and it was locked tight.
"Let's see how well done Batgirl will be after some time in there," smiled Bertha as she patted the chamber.
Over the next several days, Barbara rested in the chamber in total darkness, deprived of almost all sensory perception.
Finally, when she decided Barbara had had enough, Bertha kneeled down and unlocked the chamber. Batgirl had been in there, deprived of all light, food, sound, anything for three days. She had the ability to take a drink from a small bottle that was hanging in the chamber, otherwise she was totally alone. Bertha lifted the door open, swinging it one its hinge. Barbara Gordon stared back at her, eyes wide with terror. She squinted from the light as Bertha pulled her out of the chamber. Barbara, naked, immediately collapsed onto the floor. Having not moved much in three days, she was weak from lack of food and exercise.
Bertha smiled. Barbara Gordon looked haggard and afraid. Her once muscular body was noticeably shrunken as she struggled to lift herself to a prone position. She said nothing, but her eyes were wide with terror.
"Eat me, batbitch," she commanded as she pulled her panties down and stuck her mound of hair into Barbara Gordon's face. Barbara immediately complied with the command. She was disoriented, weak and was having trouble remembering how she had gotten there. She began to lick Bertha's cunt with her tongue, gently swishing her clitoris as she took stuck her tongue up into Bertha's rapidly wettening love canal.
"Ueeeeeeeee...yessssssssss..." Bertha moaned as she put her arm around Barbara's head and pulled her mouth even closer to her. Barbara continued to pleasure her, putting her lips, tongue, her full mouth into Bertha's hairy pussy as Bertha continued to moan louder and louder.
"Ahhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...UUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, taking both hands and holding onto Barbara's head, her legs shaking as a thunderous orgasm washed over her.
Barbara wanted to fight, to resist, but she knew it was futile. She was far too weak against this giant and she was terrified of what may come next. She had seen how easily this monster had literally broken Batman in half.
Over the next few weeks, Barbara was kept inside the locked sensory deprivation chamber whenever she wasn't seeing to Bertha's pleasure. Barbara was becoming more and more of a robot each day, her mind slowly slipping into madness as she was forced to endure rapes at the whim of Bertha's henchmen, and providing pleasure for Bertha whenever she needed it. Otherwise, her world was limited to the chamber, where she lay in a pool of saltwater, naked, staring into the eternal darkness that was now her hell.
When she'd become Batgirl, she had never imagined it could come to this. She had accepted the fact the odds were great she may become a victim, like many of the superheroes that preceded her, or even have her identity revealed. But, she had never imagined she would become a sex slave to a depraved monster like Bertha and her henchmen, a sperm depository and plaything. At 29, her muscles ached, gray was beginning to show in her hair and she was slowing down, but to have her life and Batgirl career end like this...
Barbara and Bertha were in bed, alone in Bertha's private room. Bertha was lying naked on the bed, sweat gleaming on her naked, well-toned body from the sexual workout she had just enjoyed, compliments of Batgirl/Barbara Gordon. Barbara was exhausted. She knew many more days in the chamber and she would not have the strength left to even pleasure Bertha. As Bertha lay panting on the bed, her eyes closed, Barbara stared back at herself in the large mirror that adorned one side of the room. Her hair was graying, her face had shrunk, as had her once well-toned physique. Her breasts still stood proud, but were beginning to sag ever so little. The time was now.
POW!!! She slammed a fist into Bertha's stomach as hard as she could while Bertha lay resting. She followed that with a rapid upper cut just as the mammoth lady sat up.
"Ugggghhhhhhhh," was all she could utter as Barbara attacked with a fist to the groin. "Aiieeeeeee!" screamed Bertha, putting her hands up to ward off Barbara's attacks. "YOU BITCH!!!" she screamed at Barbara as she tried to catch her breath.
Bertha grabbed a pillow just as another round of punches landed on her face, but this time, on the pillow. Bertha quickly swung her knee up, right into Barbara's groin, slamming it hard as Barbara screamed and went down.
Now Bertha attacked, kicking Barbara viciously in the ribs as she tried to catch her breath. Barbara fought off the next series of kicks and punches as she struggled to her feet to face her enemy. The pair faced off, each countering the other's kicks and punches for several minutes. Barbara knew she had lost the initiative. In her heart, she knew she could not beat Bertha, who was much stronger physically than her. Barbara feigned another kick and as Bertha ducked caught her square in the head with her other foot as Bertha slammed into the bedroom wall. Bertha paused, then ran right into Barbara. Her body felt like a freight train had struck her as Barbara was shoved backwards into the far wall.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she screamed as she felt several ribs crack from the assault.
"You're mine, Batbitch, and this time I'm going to kill you," hissed Bertha in her ear as the pair stood momentarily face to face as Barbara struggled to get her breath back.
Barbara summoned the last of her strength and issued a scream, almost like an ancient Sioux Indian war cry, as she pushed Bertha back and back, running faster and faster.
CRASH!!!!! The pair flew through the closed window of Bertha's second floor suite and onto the ground below.
Barbara crashed into the concrete in the alley below, landing on her back, while Bertha went through the windshield of a car.
Barbara, dazed, looked around. Bertha's body had crashed through the windshield, her head landing on the car's dashboard. Part of her body was impaled on a shard of glass, which stuck out of her midsection. She had literally been sliced in two. Barbara lay there, dazed and unable to move. Blood from cuts on her face oozed out as she pulled herself to her knees, taking a breath, gasping for air. She knew she had broken several ribs in the fall. The pain was incredible.
"Help...heeeellpppppp..." she called out weakly as she tried to crawl.
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EPILOGUE
After screaming for help for several minutes, Barbara Gordon was found by one of Bruce's most trusted friends who, at Bruce's request, had been keeping a close eye on Bertha's building. She was taken to Gotham Hospital where doctors told her the bad news. She related that she had been kidnapped by Bertha out of revenge for her father being the Commissioner. She spent the next several months recovering from her injuries in the hospital, then was released to return home. Her physical injuries soon healed, but her mental wounds took much longer.
Although under the competent care of a psychiatrist, Barbara (who was unable to tell the entire truth, even to her doctor) suffered a complete mental breakdown. She was committed to a mental hospital as she tried to cope with the hell she had endured and the pain she had caused her friend, Bruce Wayne, who was unable to walk.
After a year she was released and returned home, a broken bat. While she was able to make it through the days and nights, finally, she was plagued by almost daily nightmares of her ordeal and became a virtual recluse. Doctors certified her mentally disabled from working because of her trauma. Barbara Gordon existed on the small disability pension her library job provided.
She and Bruce Wayne occasionally talked, since Bruce too was now disabled, confined full-time to a wheelchair. The contact was limited thought, since Wayne had suffered a number of his own mental breakdowns from the trauma of his "car" accident and had become severely addicted to the painkillers he took every few hours to treat the pain that tormented his body.
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(III) BROKEN BAT…TO FLY AGAIN OR NOT
Barbara was being chased down a dark hallway. She ran as fast as she could, in mortal fear of being killed. She knew her tormentors were only a few feet away as she ran for the light up ahead. But something was wrong. The light didn't seem to be getting any closer, although she was growing more and more tired. The footsteps were now right behind her; she kept running, running...until, overcome by sheer exhaustion, her legs gave out and she stumbled and screamed.
Barbara awoke from the scream. She sat bolt upright in her bed, her chest heaving from the heavy breathing. It had been a dream. It was always a dream, or a nightmare, she thought. Her hands shook as she reached for the bottle of vodka that she kept on the nightstand, and took a stiff drink.
Ever since her ordeal with Bertha, now some 18 months past, she still suffered from nightmares. She couldn't sleep, so she stumbled out of bed, catching a glance of herself in the mirror as she did. Grey now streaked her brown hair, which had grown down to her shoulders. Giant bags circled her sunken eyes, although her once well-muscled body was still in fair shape. Like a Hollywood set, it was a false facade. Almost any time she moved much her body ached from the injuries she had received during her beating by Bertha.
She walked into the kitchen of her apartment, the front of her robe hanging open, and sat down at the table as she swigged a large gulp from another bottle of Stoly. She removed a cigarette from a nearby pack, brought her lighter up and took a deep drag, held it for a moment and then exhaled. She reflected back on her life since that day when she and Bertha had struggled for the last time.
The breakdown was hell. Her father had committed her to a mental hospital for a year after her collapse. Electro-shock therapy, drugs, group sessions, all of it was hell on earth. She laughed, as she thought that if she hadn't been crazy before her commitment, she was now. Thankfully, or perhaps not, no one had suspected that Batgirl had been in that house. Everyone believed her story that Bertha had kidnapped the daughter of Jim Gordon. Keeping that secret, and sharing it with no one, was probably one of the reasons she hadn't recovered mentally as quickly as she could have from her ordeal. She hated her life. She had been forced to move from the apartment in the building she had owned with her father, to a dumpy apartment on the fringes of Gotham. Her father had insisted, worried Bertha's henchmen may return for her.
She sat at the table for a while longer, then dragged herself back to face the nightmares of her dreams.
Barbara put down her coffee cup, hoping the stimulation would help reduce the hangover she was experiencing. Even in college she had not been a drinker, but she was learning. She sat and stared into space, wondering what she would do today, when there was a knock on her apartment door.
"Yeah, yeah...justa minute," she said, peering through the peephole. It was the telephone repairman. She had summoned them a day earlier when her phone went on the blink.
"Come on in," she said with a frown, opening the door.
"Sorry to bother you, miss, but we should be only a few minutes here," he said walking over to the phone while his partner closed the door behind them.
"What seems to be the matter," the larger of the two men said, smiling. Barbara smiled back, thinking he looked cute.
"Well, there's intermittent static. It comes and goes," she said, thinking there was something familiar about the men.
Just then, one of the men grabbed her from behind, while the second one smashed a fist directly into her stomach.
"UGGHHHHHHHH" she screamed as she doubled over in pain. She shook her head, trying to get the cobwebs out but it was useless. Before she could react both men began to thrash her, raining blows down upon her. She tried to get away, as her robe was ripped from her, her breasts dangling wildly as she tried to run. One of the men tackled her from behind. She struggled, swinging her feet and arms as her assailants turned her over, one of them grabbing her brown hair until she thought it was going to pull out.
"Uggghhhhhhhhh, you bastards..." she screamed.
SLAM!!! Went a fist into her stomach, knocking the wind from her. While she lay gasping for air, she noticed a familiar figure entering the room.
Myyyy...Gooooddddd…can't be... her mind screamed to herself as she lay naked and sprawled on her floor."
The large buxom woman leaned over her, pulled Barbara up by the hair as she squealed in pain, and said in a hiss, "You killed my twin sister, Batgirl. And now you're gonna pay for it," as she slammed a fist into Barbara's face. "By the way," she laughed, "I'm Betty."
Barbara lay on the floor, blood oozing from her nose as she struggled for breath. Bertha's twin pulled her upright, again grabbing her hair. Barbara cowered, in no shape to resist the beating she knew awaited her, while the two goons stared, smiling.
"No...pleaseeeeeeee," she whimpered, "I meant your sister no harm. I'm not Batgirl. Not any more." But before she could utter another word Betty's fist slammed into her like a freight train, sending her body flying backwards, a large CRACK sounding as Barbara broke the closed kitchen door to her dingy bedroom off its hinges.
Barbara was gasping, trying to catch her breath, her legs spread wide, her eyes round as saucers when Betty's two goons entered.
"Batgirl's all yours boys. Enjoy her, and soften her up for me, won't you," she cackled.
"No...please...please...help..." screamed Barbara as the two men descended upon her. Both had stripped off their clothes.
"Urrggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" was all Barbara could muster as they brought her up, then one of the goons slid his cock inside her pussy, thrusting it into her as she fought the pain.
Within seconds the man under her had his penis all the way into her, as the next one ordered her to open her mouth. At first she refused, but then he grabbed her by the neck and began choking her.
"Accckkkkkkk...Accckckckkkkkkkkkkk," she began to black out from the lack of oxygen as she felt her air cut off. Barbara knew these goons wouldn't stop. There was nothing she could do for herself but surrender as she opened her mouth and took the stiff penis into it and began massaging it with her tongue. As she did, the two men developed a rhythm. The goon she was giving the blowjob to grabbed her by the sides of the head and heaved her head back and forth on his member, as the one on the bottom ordered her to use her muscles to slide up and down on his cock.
Mentally, Barbara was shutting down. Unable to process the horror of another rape, of another torture, she ceased to be Barbara Gordon or Batgirl. Instead, she became a person trying to remain alive as she meekly complied with the men's demands for blowjobs, anal sex, anything.
Barbara endured five hours of rape and sodomy. When the men were done, she lay on her own bed, exhausted, with wet cum oozing from every orifice. She was too tired to even pull the covers over her as she lay looking up at the ceiling, her pubic hair and head matted with wet and dry cum, her breasts red with welts.
Betty let her sleep for ten hours, after which she had her men serve Barbara Gordon breakfast. One kept a lookout, lest anyone approach the apartment, like her father, but from watching Barbara for some time, knew the early part of the week was an unlikely time for a visit from anyone Barbara knew.
Barbara regained some of her strength as she ate, pondering the possibilities of escape.
If only I could take down the guard, I could try and outrun her, she thought as she lit a cigarette Betty had allowed her to have. She knew even in her glory Batgirl days she would have had a difficult time defeating Betty, who was in top shape, but in her current shape it was hopeless, she thought, as she exhaled a cloud of smoke.
Betty entered the room and looked at her, as Barbara took a drag, her robe hanging open revealing her two still-nice sized 36C-cup breasts.
SLAP!!!! "You will stand or acknowledge my presence, slave," screamed Betty at her.
Barbara staggered up and faced Betty. "Now, Barbara. Put this on," she demanded, throwing one of Barbara's old Batsuits at her.
"What?" asked Barbara.
"I said, you will put this on, mask and all. It's your old Batsuit. We found it in your room. Then, prepare for your doom. I'm going to beat you until you're dead," she shouted.
With few options, Barbara began to change into her Batsuit. Although she had put on some pounds here and there, it still fit, albeit a little snugly. She could almost feel some of her confidence return as she pulled down the cowl and mask over her eyes and stood before Betty--as Batgirl. Batgirl was back...for the first time in over a year.
"HIT ME!!!! HIT ME!!!!!!" screamed Betty, demanding Batgirl throw a punch.
Barbara turned to walk away, but it was a ruse as she quickly knelt and threw her feet out.
WHAM!!!! As she turned back to face Betty, Betty had anticipated the move and slammed a fist squarely into Batgirl's face. Batgirl hit the floor hard, dazed, but quickly got up. The pair circled until Betty threw a sucker punch, then came at Batgirl. She had anticipated it and caught the other woman in the gut with a hard kick from her boot.
"UGGGHHHHH!" Betty screamed as she bent over in pain. Batgirl then spun her around and smacked her in the face, then while Betty hid her face, landed one punch after another as the pair backed up. Batgirl knew the fight was too easy, so she quickly did something she knew Betty wouldn't anticipate, she grabbed her legs and threw her to the floor, in a kind of World Wrestling Federation slam. As Batgirl moved to grab her massive arms, Betty moved and grabbed the Dark Angel, throwing her headfirst to her left and facing up on the floor.
"So you thought you'd pound on me, eh, Batgirl. Get a little even for getting the shit pounded out of you by Harry and Wayne over there. Well take-" but before she could finish Batgirl brought a knee up into Betty's groin, sending a grunt of protest from the woman as Batgirl stood up.
"AARRRGGHHHH...YOU BITCH," Betty screamed rolling around on the floor. "I'LL BREAK YOU INTO A MILLION PIECES FOR THIS."
"Well, you'll have to try," replied Batgirl, "because I'm not rolling over for you anymore."
As Batgirl stood watching, Betty got up slowly, breathing hard. Batgirl surmised she was in nowhere near the shape as her late sister, while she stood waiting for next onslaught.
Without warning, Betty came straight at Batgirl like a battering ram, only as big as a Chevy. She rammed into Batgirl and kept going, sending her squarely into a wall on the opposite side of the room. Batgirl hit the wall with such force she immediately crumpled to the ground, dazed, feeling like several of her ribs had just snapped.
As she tried to regain the upper hand, Betty quickly grabbed her masked head and began pounding it back and forth against the wall. Batgirl was suddenly too dazed to respond. Betty paused, then delivered a massive stomach punch followed by a left hook to Batgirl's jaw. The Dark Angel sagged to the floor, her strength drained as she stared up at her tormentor.
"Had enough, sweetie? I always keep my promises," Betty smiled as she picked up Batgirl by her costume at the chest and began to punch her silly. Batgirl had to be held up as she took one punch after another. Finally Betty threw her against the wall and, she slumped to the floor.
"You're not finshed yet, Batslut. I want to really pay you back for what you did to my sister," she hissed picked Batgirl up and holding her over her head like a trophy as a dazed and in shock Batgirl noticed he was taping the fight.
Batgirl tried to twist and resist but it was fruitless. Out of shape, mentally and physically, teetering on the edge of madness, she knew any resistance was futile, but still she tried. It was too late, however as Betty brought Batgirl smashing down onto her right knee with such force it broke her back, snapping her spine at her waist. Barbara heard the CRACK of bone breaking.
"UGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Batgirl screamed. She felt horrible, horrible pain for just a second before she realized she didn't feel the incredible pain any longer.
Betty let Batgirl's body fall to the floor, face first.
"I'm not going to give you the pleasure of death, Batgirl. I'm going to let you live the rest of your life as a complete cripple, unable to do much of anything for yourself. You certainly won't be bothering any of my little efforts at wealth redistribution," she cackled.
Barbara lay on the ground, as she turned her head to see the woman staring back at her.
"Help me...please...I didn't mean to hurt your sister...please..." she cried.
"So sorry, Batgirl," said Betty learning down as she delivered a vicious kick that broke more of Batgirl's ribs. "See ya, sweetie," she called back as she and her goons exited the house.
Batgirl lay on the floor. She tried moving her feet to no avail. "My God...oh God..." she wailed. "What has she done," as she crawled towards the phone, coughing up blood. She managed to reach the phone and dial her father before she passed out from the shock and pain.
Later,
Commissioner Gordon entered his daughter's apartment, shocked to find a wounded Batgirl on the floor--until he realized it was also his daughter. Realizing the media furor that would break out and the extreme danger it would place on his daughter's life if Batgirl's secret identity became known, her gently removed her Batsuit and replaced it with some other clothes she had in the house before he summoned an ambulance.
Barbara was rushed to the hospital but there was little doctors could do to save her legs. She had been permanently paralyzed below the waist. The doctors told her there was virtually no chance she would ever walk again. Barbara suffered another breakdown. It was another two years before she could function again. Barbara, however, would never again be the same. She smoked and drank constantly to drown her pain. Her father arranged for a more secure apartment this time, equipped her with the latest computers, and Oracle was born.
THE END