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Any similarity between names characters and places in this story are purely coincidental.
Pirate King was created by, and is property of, Glavas K.
Batgirl: Terror Cove by Glavas K.
Part Three
The end of her next orgasm awoke her.
Batgirl lay on the wet floor of her cell, shaking and shivering from the inside out. She realized that the orgasms were coming more frequently now, and soon she would be able to do nothing but quiver and gasp with the unwanted pleasure.
Another point concerned her: the size of the creature had more than doubled during the time of her blackout. She had no way of knowing how long that time was, but even if she had been unconscious for hours she was still in great danger from the Barnacle Dildo’s growth. Her vagina seemed as if it were stretched to its limits as it was, and the beast’s pulsating enlargement was still painfully evident. Pleasure and agony gripped Batgirl’s loins, making her either clench her teeth through her loose gag or groan constantly. She could not even bring her thighs together.
Her hands were still securely bound behind her back. Her bikini bottoms were shoved in her mouth; she spit them out between the small breaks in the pain. Several thumbtacks still remained embedded in her breasts and belly.
She gathered her breath and her strength and yelled.
“Help! Help me!”
As expected, there was no answer.
Batgirl strained at her bonds, but they were too tight. They were, however, rope so they could be cut. She started to inch her way over to the rough rock wall, but almost immediately, the vibrations in her vagina caused another orgasm. Batgirl gasped and panted through the orgasm, sweat running down her nose and forehead. When the sensation was over, her muscles trembled beyond her ability to control them. She lay there shivering for long moments.
I only went a couple of inches, she thought. At that rate, I’ll never reach the wall, let alone sever the ropes. And the thing...It’s even bigger...and growing by the second!
Batgirl gritted her teeth as the Barnacle Dildo pulsated and enlarged, feeding off of her bodily fluids. The pain in her pussy was constant, now. And the creature still continued to grow.
“No!” She cried as the dildo’s vibrations sent her into another orgasm. Her pussy juices flowed from her and were absorbed by the beast, which in turn fed on those juices and grew.
“Aaaaaahhh! No! The pain...too much - aaaaaahhhhrrgg!”
Batgirl thrashed on the wet floor, her body being destroyed by pain and exertion which equaled labor, but continued to increase. Another orgasm wracked her. Her eyes rolled up in her head and her lips puckered and trembled, spittle spraying from them. And the monster inside of her continued to grow.
With an unnatural expansion, the Barnacle Dildo reached the bottom of Batgirl’s vaginal tract and pressed heavily against her cervix. The helpless heroine wailed, her body beyond control and her mind fogged by the overload of pleasure and pain.
After another viscous orgasm, the barnacle muscled past Batgirl’s cervix and began filling her womb. Batgirl’s beautiful brown eyes glazed over. Soon there would be nowhere for it to go and the Dark Angel of Gotham would be split apart from the inside. Drool oozed from her red lips and her head lolled on the floor. Sharp daggers of pain pierced her loins as her muscles began to tear. Her stomach lurched with the sound of the ripping muscles. And through all the pain and torment, Batgirl felt shame as she savored the next orgasm which washed over her like the powerful waves of the ocean.
Batgirl shrieked as the creature expanded and pushed her body beyond its limits. She knew that the next orgasm would be her last. The Barnacle Dildo would feast off of the bodily fluids created by that final, wonderful orgasm, and then her luscious, young body would be shredded; her life would flow out of her like her juices did now.
“Oh, please... help me,” the once proud Batgirl begged to no one in particular and to everyone. The empty room did not reply. Deep within her, she could feel the Barnacle Dildo begin to stir.
“I’ll do... anything... just help me. Please, anyone... I’ll do... anything. Just don’t let me die....” Pain from her torn muscles made the beautiful redhead grit her teeth. She crushed her eyelids together as she inadvertently bit into her cheek. Blood oozed past her ruby lips and down her smooth, wet cheeks.
“Please...don’t let me...die like...this...”
Through the haze of agony which covered her mind and body, Batgirl began to see a gray mist forming in the cell. In seconds, that mist swirled into the shape of a man. When the mist cleared, Batgirl gazed up at the form of an attractive and athletic man with olive colored skin. The man was dressed in a small, red turban with a scarlet jewel on the front. His face was covered by a loose red kerchief-like mask which hid all of his face except for the top of a aquiline nose and a pair of piercing light gray eyes. The man’s muscular torso was bare, but covered with a sheen of sweat. His pants were a pair of loose-fitting red pants, and his shoes were red slippers. On his hip, he wore a large, curved scimitar.
He bend over the dying heroine and spoke.
“Will you do anything to live and be free of the pain?” His voice bore the accent of the far east.
“What?” Batgirl gasped. “Who are you?”
“Does that matter, beautiful woman? You are moments from death, and I bring you salvation, does my identity weigh the same as your life? Again, will you do anything for me if I save you?” His voice was soft and rhythmic. Batgirl gazed into the man’s enchanting gray eyes and began to become lost there.
“I...please...help me...”
The man shook his head. “That is not good enough. Will you devote yourself to me, will you do as I say, until I release you from our partnership, if I save you?”
As the rumblings of the Barnacle Dildo began to roar, and her own final orgasm began to take her, Batgirl succumbed to the handsome stranger. Through the blood and the drool, the beautiful avenger uttered her answer in defeat.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Then so be it. Our bargain is sealed. When I come to you, you will follow me. When I speak to you, you will answer. When I command you, you will obey.
“Or else, you will be returned to this torment until death takes you. So be it!”
With a clap of the handsome, mysterious, stranger’s hands, Batgirl’s world fell into darkness.
* * *
When she again awoke, Batgirl was alone. She was unbound and lying on a pile of blankets in the rear of her cell. Her nakedness was covered by another blanket. She reached beneath the blanket and found that she was dressed in her purple Bat-bikini. And she found out something else.
The Barnacle Dildo was not in her.
She twisted her head easily, and sat up. There was no rush of pain or dizziness. She, in fact, felt quite rested. She looked to the center of the cell and saw the monstrous dildo lying dead on the floor. The thumbtacks which were embedded in her earlier lay next to the creature.
She thanked her mysterious savior, but with the same thought, she cursed him, for she knew that, somehow, she herself was cursed. She knew that she was cursed to wear the invisible weight of their ambiguous bargain around her throat until the man came to collect.
With a toss of her crimson locks, Batgirl pushed those worries aside for the time being.
“Now, I have to deal with that worm, Pirate King. Later, I’ll deal with that...crimson stranger.
“Here I come, Pirate King. Get ready for some lumps.” The Dark Angel whispered into the darkness as she strode to the mysteriously ajar cell door.
* * *
Starboard was going over the mini-sub operating procedures for the fifth time. He felt that he was rusty on operating the vessel while the others, especially Pirate King, were excelling. To his pleasure, his hands sped over the switches and levels needed to take the sub out of the cavern dock. Upon completion of his practice, Starboard rose with a smile and exited the metal craft to assist the others with preparing the gear for the night’s raid...and the late night’s pleasure with whatever remained of Batgirl.
Little did the lecherous thug know, but a pair of brown eyes watched and memorized his every move from the shadows of the mini-sub.
* * *
“Pirate King! Pirate King!” Aft yelled as he burst into the villain’s map room.
“What the hell is it, you jerk? You scared the hell out of us!” Pirate King glared up from the maps of Gotham Channel and Gotham Harbor. The other henchmen, busy with their duties, also looked up.
“She’s gone, boss! Batgirl’s gone!”
Pirate King stood, his golden locks flying. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, boss, I’m sure. I just checked her cell and she’s gone.”
“Damn,” the muscular pirate captain swore. “Alright, Port and Fore, start searching the complex for the bitch. Teach her a lesson she’ll never forget.
“Aft, go tell Starboard to stop playing with the sub and secure it. Then you two join us in the search.”
“But Pirate King?”
“What is it?” The villain spun at the door, growling at the question.
“I’m right here.” Starboard stupidly stated from the corner of the room, a crate of smoke grenades in his arms.
* * *
With the care of a surgeon, Batgirl guided the mini-sub through the cavern tunnel and toward the light from Raven’s Cove, which shown through the sub’s only window, a reinforced viewing port. A wide smile painted her weary features.
Starting the mini-sub had been easy. Starboard had done it five times. It was just a simple series of thrown switches following a hearty pumping of a fuel button. Steering the vessel had been a bit more difficult, but all that action really required was the maneuvering of two steering bars which rose from the floor at the front of the mini-sub. Pushing both bars away from her caused the vessel to dive, pulling both bars towards her caused it to rise. Left forward and right back guided right, while right forward and left back guided left. Start, slow and stop were operated from a handily marked lever to the right of the pilot’s chair.
With growing confidence, the Girl Wonder brought the vessel out of the tunnel and into Raven’s Cove.
Once she was sure that the sub had cleared the cliff wall, Batgirl pulled back on the sticks and brought the sub to the surface. Through the view port, the waning light of the setting sun reflected off of the water as it splashed on the glass. Batgirl, not completely confident in her ability to guide the vessel back to Gotham Harbor, steered the sub left toward the shore and the shadow of the hills silhouetted by the sun. She knew that it was not the same day as when she had entered the cove, but due to her ordeals, the young crime fighter could not even begin to guess what day it was or how long she had been in Pirate King’s clutches. She was just glad to be free.
Within minutes, the mini-sub rocked with the impact of being beached on the shore. Batgirl kept the motors on “Ahead Full” for a minute to ensure that the vessel was completely beached before shutting the power in the sub down completely. She then made her way to the ladder to climb out through the hatch. Seawater from the hatch seal soaked her when she opened the steel door.
Exhausted, Batgirl climbed down from the sub and collapsed on the beach. Her breathing was heavy, as if she had just run ten miles, and her muscles were weary, as if she had run twice that. She knew that she should swim out to her father’s boat to radio the Coast Guard, but her body would not respond. For the first time in days, she was safe and able to relax. Pirate King and his crew were trapped in their lair, the mini-sub was beached and secured, and the sand felt good beneath her.
“Just a few minutes,” she told herself. She gasped as a cool sea breeze caressed her bare thighs. Somewhere in the distance, seagulls could be heard, squawking to one another. Her weary eyelids closed, Batgirl began envisioning herself relaxing on some tropical island. Absentmindedly, she cupped a handful of sand and began letting it run through her fingers. Soon, her breathing took on the rhythmic sounds of sleep, and Batgirl drifted away in bliss.
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