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“World’s Finest Heroines” in: “Dungeons of The Rogues Gallery”
By Raven11803
“PRRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAPPP!”
There was a bright white flash, as the strange beam device discharged between Batgirl’s legs, and for an instant, young masked heroine’s eyes flew wide open. Then a moment later, her jaw went slack, and her eyes slowly crossed, as an exquisite series of erotic expressions began to play across her face.
Now jets of super-cooled air vented from a grate in Mr. Freeze’s suit, spraying their frosty mist across Batgirl’s already sharply pointed breasts. Mr. Freeze watched with fascination, as Batgirl’s nipples became visibly pronounced, pressing out against the thin gray fabric of her tights. Under the continued effects of the beam device, Batgirl gasped, and her eyes rolled up into her head, as unfathomable sensations of pure perfect rapture filled her body. As the sensations intensified, Batgirl’s taut limbs pulled against her unyielding icy bindings, which squeaked and cracked as the ice began to fracture, but ultimately the restraints held. Over the next several seconds the heady sensations both swelled and intensified, as they carried Batgirl toward an inevitable resolution.
Just a few feet away, Supergirl struggled against her own metal bindings as she wondered, “How long can Batgirl last against that beam?”
“Freeze,” Batgirl began, “you. . . son of a . . . HUUUUUUUNNNNGGGGGGHHH!!!!” Batgirl’s body heaved as a powerful orgasmic climax finally detonated between her legs. Her body trembled and writhed in the throes of the moment, “So gooooooood . . .” she thought, as her body quaked and her groin surrendered its wet discharge of release, the ultimate guilty pleasure.
At last, Mr. Freeze released the trigger. With that, Batgirl’s satisfied body fell limp and slack in her chains, her nicely tapered legs now falling into a gangly awkward position, as the young heroine utterly surrendered to the intense sparkling sensations of afterglow that still played throughout her body.
Next he walked over to Supergirl, who was still slack-jawed at the swiftness and merciless effectiveness with which her resolute partner had just been bested.
“I suppose you will require the highest setting, my dear?”
“Gimme your best shot, Iceman, . . . if you’ve got the guts,” Supergirl replied in the best tone of defiance she could muster. Slowly and methodically, Mr. Freeze clicked the barrel of the advanced device, adjusting its power setting from 3, up to 4, then 5, 6, 7, 8, and higher still, 9, 10, 11, and finally adjusting it to its maximum setting, . . . 12. Then he slowly lowered it and placed the barrel between Supergirl’s tender thighs, just under the hem of her shiny latex micro-mini. The glowing blue light that emanated from the weapon illuminated Supergirl’s inner thighs. The tip of the barrel was now a scant inch from her virtue. Supergirl braced herself bravely against the inevitable, then . . .
“KKKKZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!”
4 HOURS 46 MINUTES EARLIER:
“Just another evening in Gotham” 8:00pm. Gotham City- The rooftop of the notorious villain hang out, “The Stacked Deck”
On this particular evening, the roof of the Stacked Deck, was a fanboy’s dream come true, as the lovely tightly-clad figures of Batgirl and Supergirl paced anxiously around the dismal rooftop. The two remarkably fit young heroines were on a stakeout, trying to pick up the trail of the notorious Joker. Hours had gone by uneventfully, with no sign of the Joker or his henchmen, so the girls’ conversation had turned to small talk, and then eventually to a favorite subject of discussion . . . men.
“I’d just like to get a little ‘experience,’” commented Supergirl, “I mean . . . nothing too intense. I don’t want to go ‘all the way,’ just yet, but, . . . you know, I just don’t want to be so totally clueless. But its hard in our line of work . . . to get close to anybody.”
“I know what you mean,” Batgirl replied. “I have all these feelings for the Batman, but he’s so unapproachable when it comes to relationships and, . . . heaven forbid, . . . sex,” posited the nymph-like Batgirl, utterly unaware that she was striking a remarkably sexy pose, as she leaned to look over the edge of the building. “I even started wearing a little blue thong as part of one of my uniforms, hoping he’d finally notice me as a woman, but so far, . . . nothing. He pays more attention to the Batmobile. . .”
After a pause, Supergirl spoke again, “You should keep after him. There’s a sweet guy deep down in there somewhere.”
“The Batman, . . . sweet??” replied Batgirl, incredulous.
“Sure. His warm side is hidden in there somewhere. Its buried pretty deep, I’ll grant you that, but its in there somewhere. You can see little glimpses of it every once in the while. Keep the faith, girl. With detective skills like yours, nobody’s better equipped to find his affectionate side than you . . .”
“Thanks,” Batgirl replied, encouraged but still skeptical.
“Where is Bats tonight, anyway?” queried Supergirl.
Batgirl got quiet for a moment before answering, “It’s the anniversary of his parents’, . . . you know. . . .”
“Oh, . . . ,” answered Supergirl soberly, “. . . right.”
“What More Would They Have Wanted?” 8:00pm Wayne Manor
Bruce Wayne was dressed as the Batman, with his cowl pushed back off of his head, as he looked up at the imposing picture that hung high on the mahogany paneled wall of his study. The picture of his parents showed a warm affectionate happy couple, but the expression on Bruce’s face was one of deep, profound loss.
“Is everything all right, Master Bruce?” asked Alfred.
“I’ve failed them. . .”
“Nonsense, Master Bruce! I’m sure they are most profoundly proud of your sterling efforts! You’ve done as much as humanly possible for this city, more than I would have imagined possible. With Wayne Industries scientific and medical research, your philanthropic and charitable efforts, . . . and of course, with your efforts as The Batman.”
“Then why do I feel like this? What more would they have wanted?”
“With all due respect, Master Bruce, there is one pursuit in which I believe your parents might well have been . . . sorely disappointed with your apparent lack of effort. . .”
“What?” Bruce asked, turning to face the butler with genuine concern on his face.
“Well,” Alfred replied in a reflective tone, “at his very core, the Batman undeniably consists of two key inseparable parts. The first, of course, is ‘the Bat.’ ‘The Bat’ strikes fear into the hearts of evildoers. The Bat is cold, hard, calculating, and merciless. In this area, you have performed admirably, sir, crafting yourself into a mysterious and cunning creature of the night.”
“But the other part that is equally crucial to the success of the Batman, is . . . ‘the Man.’ I’m afraid you sometimes take this part of the equation for granted. But this often overlooked part of your life is every bit as vital to the success of the Batman, as its darker counterpart. ‘The Man’ is what gives Batman his humanity. It anchors the Batman. It keeps ‘the Bat’ from slipping over into the darkness forever. In this area, I believe your parents would have found your performance to date, . . . rather . . . lacking.”
“Alfred, you knew them better than anyone. What would they have wanted?”
“That, Master Bruce, is rather simple. They would have wanted you to be . . . happy. They’d have wanted your life to be fulfilled with the kind of warmth, love, and passion that they shared with eachother. That is all they ever wanted for you.”
“I’ve never had much luck with women. . .” Bruce replied coldly.
“Bandying around with criminals like Catwoman and Talia, what do you expect? Such dalliances in the criminal world are doomed from the start, as I suspect you well know.”
“Selena and Talia are the only ones who’ve ever been able to keep up with me.”
“Indeed, Master Bruce! Do you honestly mean to tell me that you can think of no woman who shares your goals, your vision, your hopes and dreams, your dedication to truth and honor, your commitment to martial arts, who share your love of crimefighting? No one with whom you share that special spark of chemistry and attraction? Is there truly no one who comes to mind at all?? . . . And to think they call you a master detective!”
Pulling his cowl into position, Bruce/Batman turned away, “I can’t open up like that again, . . . I can’t and I won’t,” he ended with an air of finality.
“But you don’t know that you’d be hurt again. It’s a chance that all of us take when we care for someone. Better to have loved and lost . . . , Master Bruce.”
“. . . Never. . . again.”
“Then, I’m afraid your parents dream is truly dead, and you are doomed to a fate even worse than the loss of your parents, . . .”
Just then, the Bat signal appeared in the sky, and the infamous red Bat phone began to buzz and blink.
“A Signal” 8:05am The Roof of the Stacked Deck
As the two young heroines’ quietly continued their uneventful stakeout, suddenly the sprawling image of the Bat signal appeared unmistakably in the sky.
“Look,” called out Supergirl, spotting the signal first. “Do you want a lift to Police Headquarters?”
“No, I should get a call on my Bat-comm if they need me.”
Just then, Batgirl’s utility belt, slung low on her wide comely hips started beeping.
“Speak of the devil!” she said grinning. Then sobering up her tone, she activated her comm. unit and answered, “Batgirl here.”
The Dark Knight’s image appeared on the view screen of the tiny handheld Bat-comm unit. “Batgirl, the Penguin has been sighted at the Gotham city library. That’s just a few blocks from your current location. Check it out, and report back within the hour. . .”
“I’m on it,” she replied.
“Oh, and Batgirl . . .” the Dark Knight continued.
“Yes, Batman?” Batgirl replied.
Spotting Supergirl standing next to Batgirl, the Batman changed his tone, “. . . Nothing. . . Just check out that library.” And with that, his transmission ended abruptly.
“That was weird!” Batgirl scoffed, puzzled at the normally decisive mentor’s hesitant tone. “Oh well, . . . duty calls,” she continued, turning north, in the direction of the library. “Supergirl, the Penguin’s been spotted at the library. You wanna come with--?”
“BOOOOOOM!” a huge explosion lit up the night sky directly south of the two young heroines.
“That explosion has my name all over it,” replied Supergirl. “I’ll check it out, while you deal with the Penguin. We’ll catch up later.”
“Roger that!” answered Batgirl with a smile.
And with that, both young heroines sprang into action. . .
**BATSPIN***** “Auspicious Beginnings” 8:08 am Gotham City - The rooftop of the headquarters of Gotham City Bank.
Supergirl landed with an authoritative “THUMP!” on the rooftop of Gotham City Bank. Smoke was still pouring from one of the windows. Not 20 meters from her, stood the notorious Joker. With her hands on her hips and red boots spread wide, she shouted out a challenge to him, “You should have known better than to try out your brand of humor while I was in town, Joker. Now come quietly, and I’ll try not to hurt you!”
Despite her youthful voice and slight stature, the Maid of Might managed to deliver the line with all of the confidence and panache that she had intended. It was a clear bright day in Gotham, and the heroine’s golden hair and perky red, white, and blue uniform positively sparkled in the sunlight. Her red “S” emblem was handsomely thrust forward, stretched tight over her firm young prominent breasts.
As she waited for the Joker’s requisite “witty comeback,” she anxiously hoped that he would resist her. The curvy blonde had already come up with a half-dozen ways to take down the pesky clown, and she was itching for a chance to haul him in to the authorities.
Finally, the Joker delivered his answer, “They say that brevity is the soul of wit, my dear! If that is the case, then your skirt must be the funniest one in all of Metropolis! Ha ha-ha- ha ha-ha-ha!”
The heroine blushed for a moment as she considered the scant dimensions of the shiny blue skin-tight latex-neoprene micro-miniskirt that clung to her fabulous hips. Cut low on her hips, and high on her thighs, it allowed for maximum ease of motion, but covered precious little of her hot little form. What little it did cover, was so tightly clad that it might as well have been a second skin.
“That’s a pretty cheap shot, Joker,” she retorted, “is that all the better you can do?” Then in an instant, she crossed the 20 meters with her super-speed, and picked the Joker up by the back of his collar, flying just high enough to keep his feet 3 inches off the rooftop.
“Heh heh heh,” the Joker responded sheepishly, “a cheap shot? No, here’s my cheap shot.” A microsecond later, Supergirl felt a sharp pain in the fullest part of her bottom. Then a half second later, she felt two more pinches in her right buttock. Whirling around at super-speed in the direction of her attack, she quickly scanned the surrounding cityscape with her X-ray vision, and in an eighth of a second located the image of Harley Quinn, in a nearby window, gazing back at her through the scope of a high-powered rifle.
Reaching around with her white-gloved hand, she felt something protruding from her backside. Quickly plucking out the offending object, she found it to be a tranquilizer dart. A grimace of determination crossed Supergirl’s brown as she returned her gaze toward the menacing clown-sniper. Just then Harley squeezed off two more rounds.
Supergirl watched the darts move through the air, directly toward her. While, in actuality they were moving at an incredible speed, with the benefit of Supergirl’s hyperfast reflexes she watched the darts as if they were approaching in super-slow-motion, carefully observing the shockwaves of air around the darts, and watching the sunlight glisten off of the cylindrical casings. As they slid through the air, Supergirl considered her options. She could dodge them at high-speed, or blast them with her heat vision.
In a nanosecond, she decided to use her heat-vision, and focusing on the nearer of the two darts, she observed as everything in her field of vision became instantly red, and she noted the usual sensation as her eye sockets quickly warmed. She had used the heat-vision a thousand times before, but as she focused on the two incoming darts, something felt different this time. Different, . . . and not good. She couldn’t focus. She didn’t feel the customary buildup of power that always happened right before she discharged her devastating attack. What was hap. . .
The two kryptonite-tipped tranq darts traversed the distance to Supergirl in 33 one hundredths of a second. The first dart punctured the white fabric covering her right breast, and then pierced the tender skin of the plump breast within. As the vial containing the kryptonite-laced tranquilizer impacted, it emptied its contents into her bloodstream, and instantly sent the shapely mammary sloshing and wobbling as the energy of its impact dissipated throughout the fleshy form. The second dart impacted her left breast, and caused a similar pattern of ripples to play out in a radial pattern through the sexy form.
“UNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHH!. . .” Supergirl called out in disbelief, as the time seemed to go into slow motion.
It was all over in a second. The first three darts in her ripe bottom had been enough to compromise her heat vision, and the two in her chest had finished the job. As Supergirl’s grip on the Joker loosened, she felt lightheaded, dizzy, sick to her stomach . . . and worst of all . . . weak. Dropping the short distance to the rooftop, she released her grip on him entirely, and raised a gloved hand to her head. But as she landed on her feet, her knees felt weak, and her footing uncertain. She felt hot, as a distinct chill passed over her, and a cold sweat crawled over her perfect skin.
As she stepped feebly away from the now-grinning Joker, she tried to speak, but only a weak whimper came from her lips. Now wobbling like a new-born fawn on gangly legs, she felt a strange warm yearning between her legs. “Unnnnnnh. . .” Was it some special form of kryptonite, the drugs, or the feeling of helplessness that was turning her on? While Supergirl didn’t know for sure, the Joker did, and the answer was . . . all three.
“What a pretty little thing, you are,” the Joker preened, now gloating over the increasingly helpless young heroine. Grabbing her by the scruff of the neck her held her up on her toes, not unlike the way that she had just done with him only a few seconds before. “My, my, how quickly the tables have turned, my dear.” There was nothing that she could do, but hang limply in his grip.
Dropping her down again onto her feet, he pulled her to him, chest to chest, her soft nubile breasts crushing nicely against him, as his hands reached around behind her to clutch at her plump blue-latex-clad ass. Each of the Joker’s hands cupped a buttock, as he pulled the girl’s shapely pelvis against him. Through the shiny latex, she could feel the bulge of him. His purple-gloved hands reveled in the sensation of palming her perfect bottom. “You always seem so aloof and distant in those news reports, but now here we are, finally together, and you’ve already let me put my hands on your ass, . . . and its only five minutes into our first date. Hee Hee!”
Speaking to her now in a disturbingly serious tone, “I’ve gone to a lot of trouble to get you, my pretty, now don’t disappoint me.”
“What was he referring to?” Supergirl wondered, but she was in no condition to question him, as his lusty hands sampled and squeezed her ripe posterior. Releasing his grip on her for a moment, the Joker stepped around beside the woozy Supergirl, and pulled up her skirt in the rear, revealing her panties, and her perfect bottom.
“I’m more of a thong man, myself!” he commented. Then, slipping his gloved fingers under the hem of her panties, he pulled the thin fabric up into the cleft between her buttocks, making a makeshift thong. In the process, he also revealed quite a bit more of the perfect soft pale skin of Supergirl’s plump naked buttocks. For a few moments, he lasciviously groped the naked cheeks of her ass, reveling in his lewd victory. Then he covertly slipped on the latest variant on his trademark “joy buzzer” and swiftly clapped on hand over Supergirl’s perfect ass. A millisecond, later, 32,000 volts of electricity coursed through Supergirl’s body, with the worst of it discharging through her pelvis. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ-ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT-ZZZZZZZZT!” It would have been enough to melt a normal human, but with her Kryptonian super-strength and endurance, it had a decidedly different effect on Supergirl. As her body began to jerk and jolt with the relentless discharge of energy, Supergirl was helpless to control her body, and she was riddled with a powerful tingling, but she experienced no overt sensation of pain. Then, Supergirl began to become conscious of a different sensation. A warm tingling vibrating sensation, . . . between her legs.
Saliva spattered from her gritted teeth. Her breasts and buttocks jiggled enticingly, as the helpless electrified Supergirl quivered in the grip of the disgusting Joker. But disgusting or not, there was no denying the vibrating feelings of arousal rapidly growing in Supergirl’s body. As she twitched in her strange ecstasy, the Joker stood there leering at her helpless jerking form, his hand still clapped tightly over her pert bottom. As the feelings intensified, Supergirl realized that the vibrating sensations were rapidly taking her toward an unthinkable but inevitable sexual release. Through the onslaught of electricity, she looked desperately toward the Joker as if to beg for mercy, but his knowing gaze told her that he was well aware of the unique effects that the joy buzzer was having on her.
Then mercifully, the Joker pulled his hand away from the young heroine’s bottom. Supergirl fell abruptly to her hands and knees for a moment, but then collapsed like a rag-doll to the gritty rooftop. “Ohhhhhhhhh. . .”
“It gives a whole new meaning to the term ‘Joy Buzzer.’ Doesn’t it?” the Joker teased cruelly.
Supergirl squirmed weakly, as smoke rolled off her body, and her microskirt continued to hike up her hips. Her shiny red boots slid over the gritty gravelly surface of the rooftop. Then kneeling down next to her, the Joker decided to finish what he started, and clapped his palm over her naked ass again. “BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ-ZZZZZZZT-ZZZZZZZZT!”
Despite her best efforts to fend off the effects, Supergirl could feel the phenomenal sensations of pleasure intensifying. Amazingly, this second discharge was even more powerful than the first one. As the inevitable outcome of these events became undeniably clear to her, Supergirl moaned out, “Oh, God! Uunnnggggghhhhh!!!!!!”
Now her body flailed even more uncontrollably, as the throes of a powerful orgasm overwhelmed her incredible young physique. “OHHHHHHHH-UNNNGGH-nnnngh!” Supergirl could hardly believe the intensity of the wonderful sensations flowing through her young body. There, at the end of the Joker’s arm, with her head thrown back Supergirl surrendered to the abject bliss of an unbridled climax which left all past experiences utterly pale by comparison. “S-soo g-good! . . .” she thought, unwilling to utter the words aloud, even in a gasp of desperation. The pleasure and degradation seemed to go on forever, as Supergirl felt a gush of liquid between her legs. Her mound exploded in a cavalcade of delightful fireworks that seemed to fill every cell of her mind and body. As the bliss had its way with her, the shapely young blonde, squirmed and thrust, jerked and wriggled in the unavoidable throes of climax, flailing uncontrollably.
When the worst of it was over, the Joker released his grip, and allowed the spent maiden a few moments to squirm helplessly, basking in her steamy creamy afterglow.
There at the Joker’s feet, sprawled out in all of her youthful beauty and helpless innocence, lost in her afterglow, dressed in her revealing belly shirt with her shiny clingy micro-mini hiked up around her waist, revealing her soaking thong panties, lay the key to all of the villain’s dreams and aspirations.
“Girl, everything you do is ‘super” isn’t it? . . . Ya show-off. . . . But, y’know kid, I really gotta hand it to you, you really know how to cook , don’t ya? HA HA HA HA HA!”
And with that thought, Supergirl’s world faded to black.
“Closing Time” 8:15 pm Gotham City Library - 15 minutes before closing time.
It was just another day at the Gotham City Public Library, but things had gone horribly wrong when the dastardly Penguin arrived unexpectedly! Claiming that he had an over-due book, but was un-willing to pay the $2.00 fine, the Penguin made a public spectacle of himself, frightening the crowd of assembled Gothamites! It was only then that Batgirl arrived on the scene.
“What’s this all about?” Batgirl inquired over the Penguin’s squawking.
“Oh, Batgirl, thank goodness! He refuses to pay the $2.00 fine,” called out the chief librarian.
Batgirl knew the chief librarian from her daytime job as the computer tech at the library, so she did her best to disguise her voice and keep her head low as she heroically managed the situation. “That figures,” Batgirl chided. “What’s the matter, Penguin, aren’t you good for two whole dollars?”
“Hrrrrrrreh Hrrrrrreh! That’s not it, you pesky do-gooder! It’s the principal of the matter!”
“Whatever,” Batgirl responded in disgust. “Here, I’ll pay the fine for him.” Reaching into a small pouch on the Batgirl utility belt which was slung low on her wide hips, she took out the necessary funds and paid the fee. “Now, let’s move along, folks. It’s all over,” said Batgirl quickly taking command and diffusing the scene.
Just then, two burly gentlemen dressed all in black, with the names “DUSTBAG” and “PUSHBROOM” printed in large white letters on their shirts, grabbed Batgirl, and held her fast! As Batgirl struggled mightily in the unyielding grip of the two henchmen/assailants, the Penguin reveled in his little victory, at having so quickly snared the young crime-fighting vixen.
“Hrrrrrrreh Hrrrrrreh! There, that will teach you to interfere in the affairs of the Penguin! Someone needs to teach you meddling do-gooders a lesson in manners!” Then using one of his special custom-made umbrellas, he sprayed Batgirl with a large cloud of noxious purple gas!
As the cloud blew into Batgirl’s face, she struggled fiercely against the grip of the men who held her. But the exertion of the struggle had already caused her to breath deeply. The gas worked quickly, and soon her long dark luscious eyelashes were fluttering. Then, only seconds into the battle, the gas rendered the brave heroine unconscious. Her full-bodied figure fell back into the waiting arms of the henchmen with a low moan, “Unnngghhhhhhnnnnn. . . “
The henchmen quickly lowered her remarkable body to the ground. Next an unmarked van pulled up with a screech, and the henchmen threw Batgirl’s lovely unconscious form in the back. Then it sped away!
A few minutes later, in the back of the Penguin’s getaway van, Batgirl awoke to discover that she her ankles, knees, and wrists had been tightly and expertly bound, and she had been cleave-gagged with a shiny purple silk cloth. Quickly sensing her predicament she began to wriggle sensuously against her bindings. . .
But moments later, the Penguin joined her in the back of the van.
“Hrrrrrrreh Hrrrrrreh! What a lovely parcel you make, Batgirl! I must say, you wriggle in bondage better than any other heroine I’ve ever seen.
Batgirl “mmmphed!” in defiance, and continued her sensuous wriggling. She was furious, but in her current predicament, there was little else that she could do.
Stepping behind her, the portly Penguin openly admired the unrivaled contours of Batgirl’s delightfully feminine wriggling bottom, encased in the shiny purple material of her uniform.
“My, my, my, what a perfectly plump posterior, my dear Batgirl! Flanks like that truly must be felt to be appreciated!”
“Mmmmmph! MMMMMMPPHH!!” Batgirl wriggled an mmmphed ferociously as the Penguin knelt beside her and began to grope her perfect bottom.
“Hrrrrrrreh Hrrrrrreh Hrrrrrreh! There’s no use making such a fuss about it!” the Penguin protested. Then using his special umbrella, he gassed the shapely heroine into unconsciousness again, “FFFFFFFFFFSSSSST!”
“UUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhnnn . . .”
“Hrrrrrrreh Hrrrrrreh! There! That gas should not only keep you unconscious, it should give your splendidly Lycra-clad physique a libido the size of all Gotham city! Hrrrrrrreh, Hrrrrrreh, Hrrrrrreh!” And with that, he went back to groping her perfect ass, inner thighs, and substantial breasts as the girl slept.
During the 20 minute drive, the Penguin leisurely enjoyed a splendidly self-indulgent session of groping Batgirl’s unconscious form. He had always wanted to help himself to her delights in this manner, uninterrupted, but had never had the chance until now. Finally, after the 20 minute drive, the Penguin’s van came to a stop, at his latest hideout, the abandoned Rain-Co. umbrella factory. As the van came to a stop, the rear doors flew open, and Batgirl’s succulent form was carefully pulled out. One of the Penguin’s henchmen, slung the poor girl over his shoulder, displaying her ample plump ass, nicely clad in shiny purple material.
“Squeeze it a little for me, will ya,” the Penguin ordered.
In response the lumbering henchman plumped and patted the unconscious girl’s bottom, in a way that the Penguin seemed to find most gratifying.
“Hrrrrrrreh Hrrrrrreh Hrrrrrreh! Well done, my boy! Well done! Now bring her down into my dungeons, and be prompt about it. We still have a little time before the others will be expecting us. And I don’t want to waste a moment of my precious time with the lovely Batgirl, Hrrrrrrreh Hrrrrrreh Hrrrrrreh!”
“The Penguin’s Perfect Pleasure Probe” 8:40pm Gotham City - in The Penguin’s Dungeons, deep below his lair at the abandoned Rain-Co. umbrella factory
Batgirl awoke to find herself standing upright, with her arms outstretched, chained firmly in steel cuffs, between two stone columns, in the dungeons of the Penguin. As the Penguin approached, brandishing a closed umbrella, Batgirl began wriggling sensuously in her bindings.
“There is no need to struggle, my petite little bat. I have no intention of causing you any pain. Quite the opposite, . . . rather, I planning on causing you a great deal of pleasure.”
“What are you up to, you fiendish foul?” Batgirl responded with petulance.
But the Penguin’s only response was to flip a switch on his umbrella, and a moment later, the very tip of his umbrella began to vibrate, and to glow with strange blue electrical sparks.
This is my latest umbrella the “Penguin’s Pleasure Probe.” It is perfectly primed and programmed for pubic petulance,” he said with a dreadful smile. Observe, . . .”
Batgirl gasped in anticipation, her body tensed, her firm pointed breasts rising high. Pointing his umbrella at the very tip of her prominent breasts, the Penguin pulled a trigger and blue sparks began to leap out at the young woman’s nipple. Instantly she began to gasp and wriggle in unmistakable arousal. Soon her entire body began to quiver.
“W-what are you d-doing to m-my b-body?” she asked between gasps of pleasure.
“I assure you that I have no idea how it works, my dear, Hrrrrrra-Hrrrrra! I stole it from some brilliant inventor nincompoop, and had it installed in this umbrella. But its effects are unmistakable, are they not?
Batgirl’s only answer was a new round of quivers, and a look of utter astonishment.
“But for a full demonstration, let me use it on its ultimate target!” With that, the Penguin lowered the tip of the device to about 6 inches below the buckle of Batgirl’s utility belt. Here he squeezed the trigger harder, and the strange electrical sparks seemed to grow in brightness and intensity. And with them, Batgirl’s gasps became desperate moans of pleasure.
****BATSPIN*** “The Big O” 8:50pm In the dungeons of the Penguin’s Lair, the abandoned Rain-Co. umbrella factory
Batgirl was now past desperate. The pleasure growing between her legs was now becoming quite insistent. She was certain that she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. She couldn’t imagine why she was so responsive, but there was no denying that she was. With her dreamy eyes closed to half-mast, her substantial pointed breasts rising and falling with her (clearly audible) heavy breathing, and her sensuous lips wet and parted, Batgirl’s expressions and body language had already told the Penguin that his ministrations were having the desired effect. The wriggling of her womanly hips was only icing on the cake.
Batgirl closed her eyes, and sensuously licked her lips as her fit young body grew ever nearer to orgasm. Despite her efforts to ignore the sensations, there was no denying the rich sensuous feelings of wanton desire which were growing so fervently and persistently between her full womanly leatherette-clad thighs. At last she reluctantly admitted to herself that she wanted the pleasure to come, wanted it to overwhelm her, wanted it to burst from her loins in a gratifying cavalcade of rapturous release. Who cared if the Penguin or anyone else was there to witness the indignity of her release. . . the only thing that mattered now was to achieve that climax . . .
Now her grunts and groans of resistance became the sighs and coos of willingness. “Ohhhhhh,” she cried out too softly for the Penguin to discern. As she licked her tender lips, gritted her teeth, and grunted and groaned in ecstasy, it was clear to the Penguin (and to the 11 video cameras that he had set up in the dungeon to record the event) that Batgirl was nearing a powerful awe-inspiring forced orgasm.
“Feeling the heat a bit, are we, Batgirl? Hrrrrrrreh Hrrrrrreh!” the Penguin asked, revving the intensity of the beam to its highest setting.
“Unnnghh! N-never, Penguin!” cried Batgirl, her gorgeous wet lips trembling as she spoke. “Please don’t do this,” she cried out, not meaning a word of it. “I’ll tell you anything!”
“What is the identity of the Batman, my dear?”
“N-never!” she cried with self-righteous defiance!
“Very well then. . .” with that he reached behind her, and clapping one gloved hand securely over her well-rounded buttock. Then pulling her wide hips forward, he pressed the trigger three times in rapid succession, cranking the device up to its maximum intensity power setting, then held the point of it a mere inch from her mound. The energy discharge was blinding, as it unleashed a devastating wave of irresistible sensations in the young heroine’s body. Suddenly, a look of utter astonishment passed over Batgirl’s face, and then her head snapped back sharply, as a powerful orgasm overwhelmed her entire Bat-mind and fabulous Bat-physique.
Now, shamelessly, Batgirl stretched her incredible dancer’s body, and thrust her wide hips out even further, so that she pressed the point of her pelvis hard against the vibrating, pleasure-giving, energy-emitting tip of the umbrella. The immediately resulting effect was to multiply the sensations of pleasure by a factor of 1000X. As the powerful pleasure consumed her, her delightfully fit body jerked and twitched spastically, her head snapping from side to side.
“UUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
After the long slow build-up, the hot wet ecstasy of a lifetime burst within the tiny triangle located between Batgirl’s full leatherette-clad thighs. In a moment her entire pelvis came on fire with the dizzying rapture of a pounding resounding release. Her sweet buttocks, still cupped in the grip of the Penguin’s gloved hand, clenched tight. Shamelessly, she thrust her pelvis forward hard against the steely point of the Penguin’s life-giving vibrating umbrella. Her back arched sharply, and her pointed breasts thrust outward and upward. Her purple gloved fingers clawed at the air. Batgirl’s long dark eyelashes closed over her lovely eyes, as her mind was gratefully overwhelmed with sensations of raw unfettered ecstasy. Never before, had she known such excitement, such exquisite pleasure and such momentous release.
When the throes of her weighty rapture finally subsided, Batgirl hung heavily by her wrists, limp and helpless in her chains, exhausted and spent, just the way she liked it.
“You know Batgirl, I can’t help but wonder how hard you were trying to avoid being captured by me. It seems that you were uncharacteristically careless going to such a public scene without backup.”
The Penguin then touched another button on his umbrella, remotely unlocking Batgirl’s manacles, and instantly the sensuous girl dropped to the stone floor, helpless at the feet of the Penguin, her full rounded hips writhing in afterglow.
“Hrrrrrrreh Hrrrrrreh! Serves you right.
“Wren! Cardinal! Canary!” the Penguin called to his female henchpersons. Promptly the three shapely young criminals came out of the shadows attentively. Each was dressed in a bowler hat, shiny gray hose, and a revealing black leotard, which was styled to resemble a tuxedo. “Ladies, Batgirl here, has put me in the mood. I shall require your . . . services. When we’re through, we’ll see what the rest of the villains wants to do with her, but for now, let us retire to my boudoir. . .”
Happily enough, the three remarkably perky young women gathered around the rotund villain and wrapped their arms around him enticingly, as the four of them retired to the Penguin’s boudoir.
As this scene played out, the Penguin’s male thugs, Dustbag and Pushbroom removed and disposed of Batgirl’s utility belt, then prepared her for transport to a new location.
****BATSPIN*** “Questions” 9:15 The Batcave
Alfred paced nervously in the Batcave. “Master Bruce, we’ve not heard from Batgirl in over an hour. It is rather unlike her to fail to report in. I’m afraid, she may be in some sort of . . . peril, . . . sir.”
“I know, Alfred. I haven’t heard from Supergirl either. And neither of them are answering on their comm. units. I’m going after them. I’ll track Batgirl down using the tracker in her utility belt. Hopefully, Supergirl will be with her. ”
Now entirely cloaked in his somber black Bat-cowl and body armor, the Batman leapt into the glossy-black armor-plated Batmobile. As he fired up the primary engine, and ignited the jet turbine, a complex array of computer tracking and targeting systems came to life on the dashboard before him, including an advanced heads up display. Now as the turbines whined, he reached to the central console to activate the master arms switch on the console. Without wasting another moment, he ignited the afterburners. The Batmobile’s wide tires gripped the road, and the Batmobile screeched off into the night.
“Penguin’s Henchwomen” 9:40pm The Penguin’s boudoir, the abandoned Rain-Co. umbrella factory
The Penguin lay in his opulent bed, in a grand imposing makeshift suite, covered in black silk sheets, surrounded and entwined with 3 beautiful nearly-naked women. All 4 of them were now quite nicely satisfied from the last 40 minutes of exertion, and the Penguin was just now enjoying a cigarette in one of his trademark cigarette holders.
The Penguin was not a beautiful man, but his power, the conspicuous trappings of his wealth, his fame and his ruthlessness all combined to resemble something close to allure. On this occasion, and on many previous occasions just like it, he enjoyed the power he had amassed, and basked in the lovely perks which ill-gotten success had brought him. Three of those perks were now in various stages of undress, sharing his bed with him. As he looked down, he regarded the lovely form of “Cardinal,” the red-head. Stretched out as she was, she was a sight to behold, dressed only in a daring pair of expensive black French panties, cut high on the legs, which nicely complimented her already fabulous physique. She wore only those panties, a sultry smile. . . and a large splatter of semi-clear liquid which handsomely adorned her left hip. Like Wren and Canary, Cardinal had long slender dancer’s legs, that felt absolutely exquisite between the silk sheets. The only thing better than feeling that pair of perfect legs sliding up seductively against the Penguin, was feeling THREE pairs of perfect feminine stems all intertwining with his own stumpy legs, as the three henchwomen continued their desperate competition to be the first to please him. Yes, . . . power had its perks.
In short order, the flurry of shapely limbs, round buttocks, soft breasts, and eager hands amidst the expensive silk sheets, had given the Penguin the release that he needed, and in the process he had christened all three of the women with a generous dose his gooey seed. This time, perhaps inspired by Batgirl’s erotic interlude, he had even had enough energy to take all three of his henchwomen to a climax, one at a time.
Cardinal had the best legs, Wren had the best ass, and Canary had the best face and chest. Sometimes in the flurry of the moment, he had even lost track of which body part belonged to which girl. It was briefly embarrassing, . . . but it was a good problem to have.
Though it was a tempting proposition, the Penguin had never seriously considered sleeping with his lovely hostage, Batgirl. The loathsome thuggish Batman had beaten him up enough over the years for much lesser offenses. He shuddered to imagine what the penalty for sleeping with his shapely sidekick would be. Quickly, he put the disturbing thought out of his mind, and returned to the more pleasant matters at hand.
Now, as he basked in the afterglow, in the warm embrace of his grateful lovers, the ludicrously elaborate gold-plated phone, styled to look like a penguin, rang.
“I’ll get it, Pengy,” said Wren, climbing over the other sprawled-out women to reach the phone. The Penguin admired the way that she made no effort to cover her lithe shapely physique, and considerable assets, as she completed the maneuver.
Picking up the phone, she answered, “Yeah? . . .Uhh-huh. . . .Okay,” then hung up.
“Dustbag says Batgirl’s ready for transport.”
“Excellent, my darlings,” replied the Penguin. “Let’s get ready, and let the games begin!”
****BATSPIN*** “Harley Gets Her Way” 10:15 pm Gotham City - The abandoned Laugh-Co. Toy Factory at the corner of 5th an Main.
Harley Quinn knelt at the feet of the Joker. Her perky expressive face, covered in her signature white make-up, was at eye level with the Joker’s silky purple boxer shorts.
“Well c’mon, Harl, what’re you waiting for? Heh, heh. . .let’s celebrate our victory over super simp!” With this, the Joker gestured to the sleeping form of Supergirl, stretched out face down on an examination table, her arms at her sides, her head turned to one side.
Forging ahead, the nymph-faced clown girl-slid her nimble fingers into the opening at the front of the Joker’s bulging shorts, and withdrew the long throbbing veiny structure that was the Joker’s manhood. Like the rest of his body, it was ghastly white. Next, Harley gently parting her soft villainously black lips, she slowly took the head of the structure into her warm wet welcoming mouth. As her soft silken lips wrapped around him, the Joker let out a low sigh of pleasure, as a decidedly satisfied smile crossed his twisted visage. It was then that Harley began skillfully sucking and slurping on her partner, with one hand sliding back and forth along his shaft, while the fingers of her other hand delicately fondled his ball sack. Harley did not mind her chore in the slightest. She skillfully and enthusiastically went about her work, happy in the knowledge that she was bringing her psychopathic lover (and would-be fiancé) all the sexual pleasure and satisfaction that any partner could hope for. She also knew how irritable the Joker could become when he wasn’t well-pleased, so there was an element of self-preservation at work in her motivation as well, but on the whole she enjoyed these sexual forays with the Joker. In fact, some of her fondest memories of their relationship had been spent in this room, their room, between the black silk sheets of their bed at the “Ha Hacienda.”
The coordinated effort of her lips, tongue, the walls of her mouth, and the skillful ministrations of both hands soon had the Joker was approaching a powerful release. As she continued slurping, she began to taste the Joker’s precum. It was then that she stopped.
“… What gives, Harl?”
“No, no, no,” the minxy girl protested. If I finish you off now, you’ll just fall into bed asleep, and leave me all . . . all . . . well, . . . you know . . .”
“You promised! Remember?” Harley whimpered in protest. It was a fight that the Joker couldn’t win. If he tossed Harley out of the hideout again, (as he’d done so many times before) he’d have the satisfaction of taking the upper hand again, but he’d be left “unfinished” himself, and secretly he had to admit to himself that the Ha Hacienda just wasn’t the same without her. Besides, he was unquestionably in the mood for a long weekend of merrymaking, . . . Harley style.
After a long pause, the Joker responded, with a disingenuous smile, and a broad sweep of his hand, “But of course, my little Shmoopykins! Your wish is my command . . .” It was a hard line to deliver for a villain with an ego the size of Gotham City, but the Joker was nothing if not a grand performer, and given the circumstances, he pulled off the selfishly motivated performance with panache!
“Eeeeeeeee!” Harley squealed with delight, as the Joker closed his robe around himself again and helped Harley to her feet.
“Its this way to the master bedroom, my dear. . .” he continued with another grand gesture.
As Harley rose to her feet, the Joker got to take in the lovely vision of his henchwoman’s magnificent physique. At 5’ 7’ Harley had a perfect gymnast’s build, perfectly toned and delightful to view from every angle. She was dressed in her usual red and black harlequin costume, with the notable exception of her tights, which had been removed earlier and discarded in the corner. This left her body almost entirely naked except for her harlequin boots, gloves, mask, cap, her white wristlets, her half-red/half-black thong panties, and a large white collar with its white fobs bouncing crazily over her delightfully naked and perky gravity-defying breasts.
“On your way!” the Joker encouraged her as he gestured toward the bed.
As she skipped toward the bed, the Joker drank in the intoxicating form of her delicious thonged ass, knowing that it was his for the taking.
Glancing dramatically over one shoulder, Harley teased her mate, “C’mon, Puddin’ you wouldn’t want to keep a girl waitin’.”
“Coming, darling,” the Joker responded, in his best impersonation of affectionate partner.
“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Harley cried as she jumped into bed. In a moment the Joker was at her side, the suave and debonair lover. Immediately his hands went to her toned delectable ass. The smooth toned mounds of muscle felt magnificent in his hands, as he gazed down the deep cleavage where her thong disappeared. Then, he rolled her over, and began to grope and fondle her perky firm breasts. Harley’s breasts were remarkable. They were not large, but they were not exactly small either. What they were was remarkably firm, buoyant, and upright. While they were nicely soft to the touch, to the eye they appeared unusually pointed, almost to the extreme of looking sharp. Beyond that, they were astoundingly gravity defying. Perhaps best of all, the fit very nicely into the palm of the Joker’s hands.
The breast and ass massage had effectively put Harley in “the mood” and now the Joker’s fingers moved downward, between her legs to massage the front panel of her thong. Harley’s normally giggly mood got more serious as the massage began. Her eyes closed and her back arched as the began to focus on the sensations growing between her legs.
Despite his preference for ruthlessness, the Joker could be a skillful lover. His fingers moved cleverly under the front panel of her thong, and began moving in circles over his partner’s moist bud. Soon wet sounds emanated from between her legs, as he gradually worked the girl into a frenzy of ever-increasing pleasure.
“Oh Puddin’! Unn huhhh - uh-huhh - uh-huhhhh! Mmmmmm! Yeah! . . . Oh Puddin’! . . . GASP! . . .” Harley’s gasping pleas were accompanied by a series of visually appealing squirming motions as the smoldering pleasure oozed through every limb of her now tense young body. “Yeah! Oh yeah! Mmmm-hmmm! Yeah! OH YEAH! UNNNNN!”
It was not strictly funny, per se, but it was nevertheless entertaining to watch the clown girl dance her squirming dance of ecstasy, as her imminent ecstasy approached. The Joker relished the strange power that resided at the tips of his fingers, as Harley prostituted herself to the moment of pleasure that she hoped would come in scant seconds.
As he toyed with her tiny clit, he also toyed with the idea of leaving her hanging, as she had done to him. It would serve her right for leaving him hanging, but in the end it was easy enough to give her the moment of rapture that she wanted, and he knew that in exchange she would do so much more for him, over and over again all weekend long. And so as part of that self-centered bargain, with one final flurry of rapid finger-flicking, he took her over the edge.
“OHBABYOHBABYOHBABY - UUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHH!!!” Harley’s composure was decimated as a category five, 50 megaton orgasm released itself between her legs. Wave after wave of endless sparkling radiant pleasure emanated from the Joker’s magical fingers and blasted through every fiber of her being, without mercy or reason. Contorted expressions of abject lust and abdication ripped across her expressive face. Her teeth were bared as she grunted and screamed through the throes of her tortuous ecstasy, her delicate nearly-naked body bucking and writhing as if possessed by a demon. Her arching back thrust upward her firm prominent wobbling breasts. The orgasm itself was delicious, and Harley savored every libidinous moment of its unparalleled joy ride, as her sexual fluids gushed forth, dousing the front panel of her thong in a torrent of juices. The fact that this pleasure had been given to her by the gloriously notorious Joker, her boyfriend, boss, and entertainment idol, made it all the better. The fact that he had followed through with his promise to pleasure her first, was utterly unprecedented, and so for that moment, Harley was truly in a state of absolute bliss.
The Joker for his part, observed as the stampeding symphony of pleasures ripped through his lover’s delicate body. Even his cold dispassionate heart could not help but be fascinated by one of nature’s greatest mysteries, while his cynical side wondered if it might not also be nature’s cruelest joke. Nevertheless, Harley was a sensuous wonder to behold, as her delectable body rode out the wild ride which he had granted her. After a long series of spastic aftershocks, the she eventually returned from her ecstatic state, and opened her eyes again, they were heavy with a smoky afterglow, but her body was utterly pleased, refreshed, and ready to return the favor.
As she lay, spent and satisfied in the arms of the Joker, her pale tender skin looked utterly delicious.
“Baby, you were . . . amazing,” Harley’s voice was as sexy, seductive, and uncharacteristically throaty, as her nearly-naked body slithered even closer up-against the Joker.
“Well, . . .I,” the Joker did his best to feign modesty, though unconvincingly.
“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” Harley responded, pouring her lovely body all over him at once, and they rolled over and over again in a frenzy of groping hands. The cool flesh of Harley’s squooshy-soft breasts rubbed blissfully over the Joker’s face, as his eager hands devoured her pale, soft, toned buttocks. Moments later, his fully erect cock slithered through the well-lubricated valley of her chest mounds, as she smooshed them together for his pleasure. A second later, he whipped her around and ground his stiffened cock along the long soft groove between her buttocks, parallel with her thong, grinding his hips against her soft full round deliciously wriggling ass. Next he probed the head of his spear directly into the fullest part of her right ass cheek, smearing his precum across it. Finally, he bent her gasping, panting form over on all fours, and pulling her thong to one side, lanced into her hot core from behind. The gasping clown-girl’s steamy hot tight wet little core was perfection. Tight as a vice, hot, and oh-so-slick. Slowly he slid in and out of her, gradually picking up his pace and savoring the sensations as his hips pressed against the soft curves of her ass. Each and every thrust was accompanied by a gratifying whine of sensual submission from his partner, as her head drooped in submission to the moment. As he rifled in and out of her, his hands pulling on her shapely young hips, he was temped, oh-so-tempted to jet his load here, deep in the clown-girl’s body, but another session with her mouth would be nice too.
Sliding out reluctantly, he flopped onto the bed, on his back. Harley knew this cue and quickly took her place by his side, carefully taking his member in both hands as her mouth engulfed the head in a warm humid world of pleasure. Her tongue swirled with skill as her eager hands stroked him. Literally no one on the planet was a more highly motivated lover than Harley. She both adored the Joker and feared him. So it was with a unique combination of star-struck adulation and life-saving self-preservation that she went about pleasing him. Then she began licking the length of him with moans of unbridled adoration. It was too much.
The Joker erupted in an explosion of ecstasy, as a column of his goo rocketed skyward from his loins. For a moment the world stood still as a cavalcade of mind-warping pleasure pulsed through his frame. The pleasure of her embrace was magnificent, as stream after stream of his cum arced upward, then falling and splattering lovingly onto Harley’s face, hands and naked breasts. A series of unflattering expressions and grimaces covered the Joker’s face as the throes of unbridled ecstasy flowed through him. Harley observed her lover with glee as she saw the ecstasy take him at last. “But how long could it last?” both participants wondered. Four, five, and then six spurts arced upward as a magnificent dance of sensations played out within him, before finally it was finished and the Joker collapsed with a sigh.
Harley attended to him quickly, stroking his staff, gently coaxing out every last drop of his pleasure and seed from him. He jerked and gasped as she did this, lost in the aftershocks of his pleasure. Coaxing the last drooling remnants of seed from the tip of his shaft, Harley smeared them lovingly over her white face and soft breasts, until her face, chest, and hips, were shiny wet with his ooze. As they basked in their pleasure and their messy love, the intrusive sound of 2 hands slowly clapping filled the room.
Then, as the clapping stopped, a sexy-smooth female voice spoke, dripping with sarcasm, “Nice performance, you two.”
“Why, heh heh, thanks, Pammy,” the Joker responded as he rose from bed awkwardly, and slipped on a Hefner-style smoking jacket.
With a slow and sexy stride, Pamela Isley, “Poison Ivy” stepped from the shadows. As she stopped, her hot curvaceous form was neatly illuminated by the light from the Joker’s nightstand lamps. “You know, I never thought I’d be into voyeurism, . . . but, like the rest of my garden, . . . its growing on me. . . The rest of the gang is here. The Penguin finally arrived with Batgirl. Now, if you two are quite finished, can we get on with the next part of the plan?”
“Ivy’s Oils” 11:00pm The Joker’s Ha Hacienda
Batgirl and Supergirl were both unconscious, stretched out on their backs, with their hands at their sides, and their legs tied together, lying on separate examination tables. Batgirl’s tights had been removed and she now wore only her cowl, cape, gloves, boots and a daring shiny purple thong. Supergirl’s micro-miniskirt had also been removed, revealing her equally tempting and oh-so-tiny thong. Gathered around were the looming forms of the Joker, Penguin, and Harley Quinn, as Poison Ivy was smoothing a fragrant oil onto Batgirl’s full shapely shiny glistening wet thighs. Ivy seemed practiced and shameless about smearing the lotion all over the slumbering heroine’s form, even her inner thighs.
While she disinterestedly went about applying the oils, the male villains looked on with undisguised looks of abject libidinous lust plastered all over their pasty faces.
“This herbal potion is no ordinary aphrodisiac. This concoction is my own special blend of rare orchid extracts that will multiply both of their already healthy sex-drives by a factor of about 100X,” Ivy explained. “As the oils go to work, a number of complex bio-toxins will begin to build up in their svelte little super-bodies. If they don’t have sex about a dozen times in the next 24 hours, the bio-toxins will continue to accumulate. So if these two don’t become absolute sluts during the next 24 hours, they will in fact, . . . die.”
“Ooooooooooooooh! Pammy!” the Joker interjected. “I never knew you had it in ya!”
Supergirl’s thighs and midriff were already glistening with the oil, and Ivy was now slopping the lotion and oils onto the sleeping heroine’s magnificently slick pliant breasts. Ivy now rolled her over to smooth the lotion onto the girl’s full rounded rump. As she rubbed, and smoothed, and massaged the pliant superglutes, Supergirl moaned erotically in her sleep, while the Penguin licked his lips.
Then, moving on to Batgirl, Ivy repeated the procedure, smoothing the slick concoction onto Batgirl’s spectacularly supple, prominent, pointed breasts and full sleek thighs, and then rolling her over to smooth the concoction onto her perfectly plump thonged ass.
As Ivy worked, you could have heard a pin drop. No one even breathed. All eyes were locked on the improbable, but spectacular scene that was playing out before them. The only sound in the room, was the sound of the slick viscous oils being slopped and smoothed onto the perfect shining glutes. Every male villain in the room was doing his best to cover his growing erection.
“OK, that’s it,” Ivy declared. “Let’s get their uniforms back on, and get them into the cages. The Scarecrow is on his way.”
“On the Right Track” 11:05pm In a grimy alley somewhere in Gotham
The haunting shadow of the Batman slid silently over Batgirl’s discarded utility belt. While the utility belt’s transponder had worked perfectly in leading the Dark Knight to its location, Batgirl’s captors had wisely chosen to cut the belt from her wide womanly hips and discard it in an unremarkable alley.
As he examined Batgirl’s utility belt, he thought of the young heroine’s, shapely sexy hips. Her figure was exquisite, perfect. He had always admired the way she moved. Lithe but shapely, she was art in motion. Even the casual way that she leaned on the Batcomputer, draped herself over a railing, flipper her hair over one shoulder, or leaned over a clue, was filled with a grace, beauty, and innocent appeal that even the Catwoman couldn’t hold a candle to.
“If they hurt her, I’ll . . .” the Batman fought to regain focus.
It was a dead end alley, and a dead end trail, . . . or was it? As he stood up to his full and impressive height, the Batman noticed the rotting old sign that stood at the entrance of the abandoned Rain-Co umbrella factory. I couldn’t be a coincidence. . . With a dramatic sweep of his cape, the Batman moved toward the umbrella factory in search of clues.
“Batgirl Caged” or “The Plot Thickens” 12:00 midnight The Joker’s Ha Hacienda
Batgirl awoke to find herself in a large cylindrical steel cage, standing in the center of the massive warehouse. She now fully dressed in the classic gray and blue version of her uniform that had been stored in one of the compartments of her utility belt. Batgirl looked around suspiciously at the growing collection criminals that encircled her. In attendance was: the infamous Joker, the sprightly Harley Quinn, the treacherous Poison Ivy, the insidious Riddler, the pugnacious Penguin, the Mad Hatter, and the frigid Mr. Freeze. But at center stage now, was the Scarecrow. . .
“‘Batgirl Behind Bars!’ That has kind of a nice ring to it,” began the Scarecrow. “Caged and cornered, are we?” he continued in a theatrical tone. “Well, worry not, for I’m about to take away all of your cares and fears! I’ll even take away all of your inhibitions! When I’m through, there is nothing that you won’t be willing to do. . . Combined with all the other gasses and potions you’ve been exposed to tonight, you should be a lot of fun!”
“What’s your game, Scarecrow?” asked Batgirl, accusingly.
“Why the usual, my dear. . . FEAR!” he replied, “OR the LACK of it.” He paused dramatically before going on to explain. “You see my pretty little Batgirl, each of us carries around a heavy burden of inhibitions everywhere that we go. While they are invisible, the nevertheless color our every action. We are hard-wired with them. And they, perhaps more than any other element determine what we will or will not do. Tonight, I give you a gift. . . a gift of freedom. I am going to deprive you of all your inhibitions. THAT, coupled with the RAGING libido that you must already have by now, from the Penguin Gas, and Ivy’s herbal potion, should make your resulting behavior . . . a night that none of us will ever forget.”
“That’s it?!” Batgirl barked defiantly, as her marvelously alluring figure paced within her cage, “Your big plan is to get me turned on?!! I was expecting so much more from so-called ‘super villains.’”
“Ooooooooo! Good one, Batsy!” chimed in the Joker. While he was not really impressed with Batgirl’s jibe, he was uncomfortable at the prospect of having another villain take center stage, while he was in the room, and so he took every opportunity to heckle.
The Scarecrow continued, “Ah, but that is the very GENIUS of our plan, my tightly clad adversary. The amorous drugs have weakened you and aroused you. But on their own, you might somehow still be able to resist its effects. Alone, . . . the Penguin’s Aphrodisiac Penguin Gas might not force you to lose control of her faculties. On its own, even Poison Ivy’s Potent Lust-Inducing herbal concoction might not do the trick. Somehow an antidote might be concocted to counter-act its effects.”
“But working together, along with my anti-inhibitor gas, you won’t have a chance in hell of holding onto your dignity. And even Batsy won’t be able to concoct an antidote for that cocktail! When I release this gas, you will have no choice but to become a wanton slave of desire.”
“Better yet, we’ve also managed to capture your short-skirted ally, the supposedly ‘fearless’ Supergirl. Together, the two of you make quite a tempting twosome.”
“What have you done with Supergirl!” Batgirl raged, pulling hard on the unyielding steel bars of the metal cage that confined her.
“She has already undergone a treatment similar to the one which I am about to administer to you. Soon you’ll both overcome every do-gooder’s worst fears: fears of public humiliation, fears of being perceived as a ‘bad girl.’ You’ll willingly do unspeakable things with all of the villains assembled here. But it gets better. The black market videos of your uninhibited antics will make us all richer than Bruce Wayne. But it gets better yet. Video of your naughty encounters should be just about be the ultimate defeat for old Batsy himself. The shame of your public displays will cause you to withdraw from crime-fighting entirely, breaking up the coveted “Batman Family.” How could he ever live that down? But it gets better still. Once you’re that revved up, you’ll do anything for a release, and if we withhold release from you for long enough, you’ll do whatever we ask to get what you need.”
“You’ll even reveal the identity of the Batman, . . . and Superman, ruining them forever. Freed of all inhibitions, you won’t even think twice about it. And you’ll do it all on video, for all the world can see. They’ll cover it on CNN, and E! So I ask you, Batgirl, do you still want to know what good this plan will do for us? It is GENIUS, it is PERFECTION! It is the RUINATION OF BATMAN AND SUPERMAN FOREVER without every throwing so much as a single punch!”
“And if that doesn’t work, at least we’ll all have a lot of fun along the way!” the Joker added hastily.
“I want dibs on Batgirl!” cried the Riddler, “Hooo-Hoo-Hoo-Hooooooo!”
“Back off, Riddler! I called dibs before you even got here!” cried the Joker.
“We’ll all get our turns,” the Scarecrow replied, and with that, he threw a large mechanical lever.
A moment later, jets of orangeish gas released from tiny holes in the floor, just inside the perimeter of the steel cage, engulfing Batgirl in clouds of inescapable anti-inhibitor gas. Next, the Penguin extended his umbrella, and jetted more of his purple aphrodisiac gas into the cloud. Meanwhile, Poison Ivy’s aphrodisiac plants, positioned all around the cage, began spewing their vile spores into the cages. Escape was impossible. Batgirl tried to hold her breath, but she was utterly engulfed in the onslaught of noxious gasses, potions, toxins, and spores. Without her utility belt it was only a matter of time. Batgirl coughed and sputtered, choked and gasped, and ultimately . . . . . . . inhaled the noxious fumes.
Lost in the cloud of gasses, Batgirl was temporarily obscured from the view of the surrounding villains. Overwhelmed by the extreme vulnerability of the situation, the earlier doses of arousal drugs, as well as the new fast-acting gasses, Batgirl felt flushed as her libido flew into overdrive. Grateful for the cover which the cloud of gasses provided, she began rubbing he hands along her hips, thighs, buttocks, and breasts.
“Oh God!” she whispered, unable to believe the sensations of desire washing over her. Instinctively, her hands flew between her legs to probe the needy flesh that throbbed there.
“Oh yessss!” she gasped as her fingers probed the soft pubis. Now her fingers groped eagerly, but it was becoming difficult to stand. She fell to her knees.
“Oh yesss!” she gasped again. One hand groped her plump ass, while the other pawed between her legs. Now she rolled over onto her side, her thighs scissoring seductively.
Now her right hand smoothed her thighs and groped her breasts, while the fingers of her right hand clutched desperately at her oh-so-needy spot.
Now the fire she was fanning between her legs was reaching fever pitch. “Oh GOD yess!”
Now both hands clutched desperately at her mound. It felt soooooooo good. So close! That’s it--
“UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!….”
The orgasm detonated between Batgirl’s legs, with the power of a force 10 hurricane. In an instant, her mind, body, and soul were all wiped clean of every thought, tension, or care. The piercing searing rapture washed her in wave after wave of welcome release, as her body curled up into a ball, and her dainty booted feet pointed sharply, scuffing across the floor. When, at long last, the gas dissipated, the curvaceous young heroine lay defeated and unconscious in the bottom of her cage, stretched out and sprawled in a seductive vulnerable pose. Had anyone looked closely enough, (and thankfully they didn’t) they might have spotted the small damp area at the front of her uniform, just between her legs.
As the Scarecrow threw the lever again, the massive cage was lifted slowly skyward, with a slow “tink, tink, tink” sound, as massive chains lofted it up and out of sight, revealing the seductively reclining heroine sexpot, lost in her secret steamy afterglow.
“Let the games begin,” whispered the Joker. . .
“Joker and BG - Joy Buzzer” 12:20am The Interrogation room of the Joker’s Ha-Hacienda
Batgirl awoke to find herself tied in a dark featureless room. A single spotlight illuminated her. She was tied upright and spread-eagle, her arms held straight out by strong ropes, her legs spread wide by chains. It was then the Joker entered the room.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm,” he said admiring her impossible-to-ignore figure.
“I have to say, Batgirl, I’ve always . . . sorta . . . . had a . . . ‘thing’ for you. You know. . .the tights. . . your tight ass, and heaving breasts, the bondage, the obvious sexual tension that comes with the job?” As he spoke, the Joker ran his finger along the underside of Batgirl’s breast, lifting the soft pointed squooshy round form gratifyingly.
“Where does he get these wonderful toys?” he mused aloud, eyeing Batgirl’s upturned breast with open adoration.
Then crouching down, he put himself “face-to-face” with the front panel of Batgirl’s diminutive thong. “Mmmmmm-Mmmm! I gotta say, you’ve really got it where it counts, kid,” he commented as he drank in the delightfully unobstructed view of her defenseless mound. Then his eyed drifted to her soft, pouting, outstretched inner thighs. “Why Batsy doesn’t stay home in the Batcave, and fuck you all night long, is something I’ll never understand.”
“Neither will I,” she whispered under her breath.
After a long dramatic pause, he continued, “The thong is a nice touch, kid. It just screams, ‘Fuck me!’ and yet somehow you still pull off the ‘innocent heroine thing.’ I simply don’t know how you do it.”
Then producing a small yellow-gold cylinder, like the ones that appear all around Batgirl’s utility belt, he continued, “You know, the Penguin said that he found this in your utility belt. It’s a vibrator. . . Honestly, I didn’t know you had it in you, . . . you nasty thang!”
“It’s a sub-sonic/hypersonic vibration inducer, for silently breaking bullet-proof glass,” Batgirl responded flatly.
“Yeah, . . .” replied the Joker, befuddled at the techno-speak. “But on the lower settings, I’ll bet it makes one helluva nice vibrator! Do you honestly deny ever having used it for . . . shall we say, . . . ‘entertainment purposes?’”
Batgirl was silent, . . . but blushing.
“Mmmmm, that’s what I thought, GUILTY AS CHARGED! Well, I’ll bet those late night stake-outs get pretty boring don’t they? And what with Batman being the emotional equivalent of Mr. Freeze, a girl can get lonely, right? So at 4:00 am, on some abandoned rooftop, or maybe in the Batmobile, with the windows tinted dark, why not put your sub-sonic-whatever-gizmo to good use? You feel so much better afterwards don’t you? With just a tinge of guilt, even though nobody knows. I’ll bet it feels so much naughtier to do it in the suit doesn’t it?”
Batgirl was astonished at the accuracy of the arch-villain’s insights, but bit her tongue.
“Yes, I’ll bet you and this vibrator are good friends. . . I’ll bet you two go way back.”
With this the Joker began rubbing the cylinder along Batgirl’s inner thighs. As he did so, he marveled at their softness, and their closeness to him. They were so toned and full and round. So defenseless against him, so vulnerable to his every whim. Twisting the cylinder, he activated it, setting it to one of its lower frequency levels. As it hummed, he continued rubbing it over her inner thighs, and then slowly he glided it up along the front of her waiting pubic mound.
As he slowly and skillfully moved it over the surface of her mound, it felt, . . . good, and Batgirl began to sweat.
“GOODNESS GRACIOUS!” he cried out, suddenly standing up, abruptly cutting off the pleasuring sensations. “In all the hurry-scurry, I forgot to show you my own latest toy! Its my newest Joy buzzer. I guess it’s a vibrator of sorts. I showed it to Supergirl, and she . . .” his voice deepened wickedly, “She . . . loved it. Of course, I’ll have to turn it down several settings for you, but that’s easily done,” he said, twisting a sliding section of the device, which made an audible clicking sound, as he adjusted the power setting.
“So its to be electrocution is it?”
“Ohh, nothing so mundane for you, Batgirl. All my joy buzzers are electrical in nature, but this specific one was specifically designed not to melt you, but to work on the same frequencies, amplitudes, and micro-voltages as occur naturally in the nervous system of your body. Specifically, it is designed to duplicate the electrical impulses that flow through your body . . .during orgasm and climax.”
Sobered by the news, Batgirl had no response.
“I’ve turned it down low enough so as not to seriously damage you, but the effect should still be about 100 times more powerful than any orgasm ever experienced by any woman in history. . . except maybe Supergirl.”
“You disgust me!” Batgirl replied flatly, with a sneer.
“Right. . . OK then. . .” without another word, the Joker slapped his left hand up against Batgirl’s unprotected buttock, his gloved hand instantly molding to the pliant curves of her perfect quivering flank. A nanosecond later, a death-defying blast of electrical energy discharged in Batgirl’s pelvis, and while it had entered her body in her bottom, the sensation was that a level-12 lightning bolt had just discharged directly into her clitoris.
“TZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT-TZZZZZZZTTTTTT!” the joy-buzzer discharged.
Batgirl’s hips thrust forward, her breasts bounced upward, her head snapped back, and her mouth flew open into a silent scream. It felt as though all the power in the Gotham Power and Light had just detonated in the tiny mound between her legs. Devastated by the sensory onslaught, her clitoris instantly stood at attention.
“Unngghh! Unngghh! Unnngghh!! . . .UNNGGHH!!” she groaned uncontrollably, lost in the throes of the growing overwhelming sensations, as the Joker feigned disinterest, his hand still cupped lasciviously against her tempting buoyant thonged ass.
The pleasure was impossible to ignore and rapidly intensifying, as the blue sparking lightning onslaught ripped its way through her mound for long seconds that felt like forever.
“Unngghh! Unngghh! Unnngghh!! . . .UNNGGHH!!” Batgirl jerked in uncontrollable spasms, as her hands clawed at the air. As intense as it was, she still hadn’t reached her rapidly approaching climax.
For his part, the Joker was marveling at the feeling of Batgirl’s ass. It was so wonderfully bouncy, and rotund, resilient, and pliant. So round and inviting, so plump, and so nicely divided into two perfect soft globes by her daring blue-black thong. He loved the look and feel of the shiny gray Lycra in his hand. As hot as Harley’s tight little gymnast’s body was, Batgirl’s ass had that little something extra that the Joker liked. “I could really get used to this,” he thought idly.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! . . .” she moaned in submission.
Then wondering what the other cheek felt like, he switched sides and groped her other cheek.
“TZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT-TZZZZZZZTTTTTT!” the joy-buzzer discharged again, this time in the new ass cheek.
“Unngghh! Unngghh! Unnngghh!! . . .UNNGGHH!!” Batgirl jerked in uncontrollable pleasure, as her hands clawed at the air. “S-sooo. . . intense!” she thought, utterly at her wits end, lost in disbelief at how easily she was being bested by the sensuous onslaught, and desperate for its inevitable much-needed climax.
Then, without warning, it all stopped.
“Guuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhh! . . .” Batgirl gasped as the Joker’s aptly named joy buzzer was unceremoniously removed from contact with her body.
As he walked away from her, Batgirl sagged limp in her bindings, gasping for breath, the thick black leather wrist-bands of her bindings creaking, smoke literally rolling off of her thonged ass.
Walking up in front of her now, the Joker looked at her and grinned his most disingenuous grin, as an exhausted Batgirl weakly raised her head to face him.
Then without warning, he reached around behind her, and clapped one hand (with its joy-buzzer) against the soft quivering contours of her ass. At the same time, he slapped the palm of his other hand (with its own joy-buzzer) directly against the front of her crotch, cupping it nicely to the contours of her mound, seating his grip snuggly against the front panel of her thong, with the joy-buzzer itself pressing directly against her clitoris. Simultaneously, the two joy-buzzers discharged, releasing a mind-shredding torrent of merciless power directly through Batgirl’s defenseless clitoris and pelvis.
Batgirl’s mouth hung open in a silent scream, as the climactic orgasm of a lifetime sparked and sizzled within her adorable pelvis, discharging gratifyingly between her defenseless outstretched legs.
It was like nothing Batgirl had ever experienced before. Arch-enemy or not, this was pure abject surrender to pure blinding white-hot ecstasy. It was a moment that re-defined “climax.” The energy exploded within her clitoris like a 1.21 gigawatt, thermonuclear detonation. There was nothing to do, but ride it out, as her body lurched and spasmed in mind-warping gratitude.
“SOOOOOOOOOOO-GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!” she thought, as her entire body quivered gratifyingly in submission.
“UUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH. . . !!” The power seemed to discharge right through her, as its sparking unyielding power ripped from the joy-buzzer in the Joker’s left hand, decimated her clitoris, and kept right on going through her buttocks into the joy-buzzer in his right hand.
It was as if every orgasm that she had ever experienced in her entire life was being “played back” simultaneously, at 10 times their original intensity. How could so much pleasure be contained within her body, or within the front panel of her tiny shiny blue-black thong?
“Unngghh! Unngghh! Unnngghh!! . . .UNNGGHHH!!” Suddenly Batgirl’s groin disgorged a voluminous torrent of hot sticky sexual fluid, surrendering its bounty in abject submission to the pleasure that had so totally bested the young heroine.
“Unngghh! Unngghh! Unnngghh!! . . .UNNGGHHHH!!” Her pointed breasts thrust prominently and rewardingly forward, as they bounced a lurid quivering dance. Her body shook, and her head snapped forward, back, left and right, in desperate thrashing motions. The pleasure was outrageous, merciless, unfathomable, and uncontainable. It was fabulous!
“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNGGHHHHHHHH!!” Her perfect thonged ass cheeks squeezed tight, wringing every last drop of warm wet pleasure gushing from that moment.
“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNGGHHHHHHHH!!” the crazy heyday, played out, and Batgirl rode it out.
And then at long last, the worst of it was over, as the Joker finally took his hands away.
“UUNNNNNGGGhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. . . .”
“MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. . . .”
Hanging there, limp, spent, . . . and utterly satisfied, Batgirl was totally depleted. Her thong and crotch were soaked with her hot wet love juice, and a the large wet stain of her sex was now seeping down her inner thighs, and dripping onto the cement beneath her.
Her hands were limp, her pretty cowled head hung low against her large sweat-soaked breasts. Her perfect pouting buttocks were utterly plump but slack and unclenched.
It was without a doubt the most satisfied delicious moment in Batgirl’s life.
“MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. . .” she cooed in delicious defeat.
Casually stepping around behind the spent heroine, the masterful Joker sidled up behind her, slowly, languorously, and deliciously nuzzling the bulge of his pants idly into the sweaty cleft of Batgirl’s divinely plump unresponding ass. At the same time, he reached around and lasciviously groped and massaged Batgirl’s heavy pouting breasts. It was lovely.
The nuzzling and groping went on for about 2 minutes, as Batgirl offered not an iota of resistance. He could feel her nipples hardening, and she could clearly perceive the sensation of the Joker’s erection hardening and lengthening, as his hips pushed and wriggled subtly against her perfect thonged ass. To the Joker, the sensation of his erection pressing eagerly against the underside of her thonged pouting unresisting buttocks was heavenly.
“Puuuuuuuuuuuudinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!” Harley’s voice could be heard calling out from the distance.
Realizing his awkward position, and the likely potential for impending disaster, and lacking any “Plan-B,” the Joker released his grip, stepped back away from Batgirl, and strode toward the exit, just as Harley flung open the door.
“SHMOOPYKINS!” he cried out in mock delight, at his girlfriend’s badly timed arrival.
“Did’ja get her to talk?” Harley inquired, scowling at Batgirl, but totally oblivious to the obvious sights and smells of sex that filled the room.
“Not yet,” the Joker replied, with unusual brevity, suddenly at a loss for words.
“Oh, well, Mr. Freeze is ready to take his turn with her, so let’s get outta here!” she suggested cheerfully, taking him by the arm possessively.
Seeing that the moment had passed, and finding himself with an opportunity to cleanly escape what might have been a fantastically awkward situation, the Joker simply offered an apologetic, “Oh well,” look at Batgirl, put his arm around Harley, and together, the two villains left the room, arm in arm.
As she hung there in her bindings, lost in her heady smoky afterglow, Batgirl had to admit to herself, that it was without a doubt, the most enjoyable moment of her life.
“Clues within Clues” 12:40am The Rain-Co Umbrella Factory
The scrap of paper in Batman’s hand showed a hand-scrawled map, probably left behind by one of the Penguin’s goons. From the looks of it, it indicated a travel route, from the Umbrella Factory to some other location, probably the place where they were keeping Batgirl, and with any luck, Supergirl.
“Chilling Results” 12:46am Interrogation Room B, of the Joker’s Ha-Hacienda
Batgirl was chained helpless, spread-eagle, her back against the cement wall. Rusty steel cuffs held her arms and tapered legs outstretched. In identical bindings next to her, was Supergirl. The two young heroines whispered back and forth to each other, to make sure that the other was all right, or at least unharmed. Finding that they had suffered similar ordeals during their captivity, but were essentially unharmed, both women shared a look of support and solidarity, but cut their conversation short, as Mr. Freeze entered the room.
Wearing a massive ice-encrusted power suit, Freeze was an incredible sight to behold. With massive twin tanks of super cooled liquid nitrogen mounted to his back, and strange tubes, running this way and that, he looked more like an astronaut than a common criminal. As frosty jets of hyper-cooled refrigerant vented and purged from vents in his suit, Supergirl and Batgirl could hear the distinctive sounds of whining servo-motors as the Super-cooled villain stomped heavily into the room, in even measured. At his side, Freeze carried a large strange-looking freeze-ray gun, with brightly illuminated glowing blue panels. He was flanked by his three parka-clad assistants. While the women looked warm in their suits, Supergirl and Batgirl couldn’t help but notice that the henchwomen’s short parkas, also served as revealing mini-skirts, revealing their slender shapely legs.
Mr. Freeze walked toward them, and stopped just in front of the two bound heroines, and then began to speak. Apparently not satisfied with the rusty steel cuffs which bound the women, Freeze extended his weapon, toward the bound women’s wrists, and pulled the trigger. In an instant, a blinding white beam extended from the weapon, and an instant later, the cuffs were reinforced by a thick formation of crystalline ice.
“THAT SHOULD HOLD YOU. . .”
As usual, the tone of Mr. Freeze’s voice was flat and monotone, devoid of all emotion. The hollow sound of his voice echoing in the frosty plastic dome of his helmet only emphasized the emptiness of the man.
“This, ladies, is my latest experimental Freeze-ray gun. In addition to its normal Freeze functions, it was also designed to include several new settings, including one that would flash freeze objects without ice, through the use of cryo-vibration.”
Taking a moment, Freeze adjusted a switch on the weapon, setting it to the new Experimental Cryovibretic mode, then continued, “During its initial testing, I discovered that this new feature suffered from a fatal design flaw. The flaw is irrevocable, and so this device will never serve me as the Freeze weapon that it was intended to be . . .
However, my associates,” he nodded in the direction of his three henchwomen, dressed in very short fur-trimmed micro-parkas, “have discovered another use . . . for this device.”
The three henchwomen, Miss Winter, Miss Berg, and Miss Weathers, all blushed and giggled at the reference to their “extra-curricular activities.”
“THEY MAY SEEM FOOLISH TO YOU, but these three perform vital services for me. In the absence of my beloved Nora, their . . . talents, . . . however crude, . . . have been crucial to my survival. I have not been proud of my interludes with them, . . .but as you might imagine, a man in my. . . condition . . . in this suit, . . . on the run from the Police, and the Batman, . . . can’t so easily move on to another ‘normal’ relationship. In as much as this, they service me well. And in return, . . . this device . . . services them.
Lowering the weapon out of Batgirl’s line of sight, he aimed the weapon at a point several inches below the buckle of Batgirl’s utility belt. The three henchwomen, giggled in excited anticipation. Aiming the weapon directly at Batgirl’s defenseless mound, at a range of not more than 2 inches.
Then, as Batgirl began to speak, he pulled the trigger.
“PRRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAPPP!”
There was a bright white flash, as the weapon discharged, and for an instant, Batgirl’s eyes flew wide open. Then a moment later, her jaw went slack, and her eyes slowly crossed, as an exquisite series of expressions began to play across her face.
Now jets of super-cooled air vented from a grate in Mr. Freeze’s suit, spraying their frosty mist across Batgirl’s sharply pointed breasts.
Mr. Freeze watched with fascination, as Batgirl’s conical breasts began to expand, and an instant later, her nipples began to harden and become visibly pronounced, pressing out against the thin gray fabric of her tights. Now Batgirl gasped and her eyes rolled up into her head as unfathomable sensations of pure rapture filled her body. She uttered not a sound, except for maybe a feint gurgle. Over the next several seconds the sensations both swelled and intensified, as they carried Batgirl toward an inevitable resolution.
“How long can she last?” Supergirl wondered, as she admired Batgirl’s cascading red hair.
“Freeze, you. . . son of a . . . . HUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!” Batgirl’s body heaved as a powerful orgasmic climax finally detonated between her legs, accompanied by a wet deluge. For nearly two minutes, her body trembled and writhed in the throes of the moment, “So gooooooood . . .” she thought, as her body quaked and her groin surrendered its wet discharge of release. And it was good. The ultimate guilty pleasure.
The white searing pleasure washed away all thought. Then, after two minutes of exquisite unbearable pleasure, Freeze released the trigger. With that, Batgirl’s satisfied body fell limp and slack in her chains, her nicely tapered legs now in a gangly awkward position, as the young heroine utterly surrendered to the intense sparkling sensations of afterglow that still played through her groin, and throughout her body.
Next he walked over to Supergirl, who was still slack-jawed at the swiftness and merciless effectiveness with which her resolute partner had just been bested.
“I suppose you will require the highest setting?”
“Gimme your best shot, Iceman,” Supergirl replied in the best tone of defiance she could muster.
Freeze’s henchwomen, whispered nervously, evidently shocked that anyone would even dare to try out he device at its highest setting.
“Mr. Freeze,” Miss Winter offered tentatively, . . . “We’ve never even tried it above power level 3, and frankly 3 was so strong we had to stop using it.”
Slowly and methodically, Mr. Freeze clicked the barrel of the advanced device to its maximum setting, 12, then lowered it and placed the barrel between Supergirl’s tender thighs, just under the hem of her shiny latex micro-mini. The tip of the barrel was a scant inch from her delicate virgin mound. Supergirl braced herself bravely, then, “KKKKZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!”
Supergirl’s teeth bared, her nostrils flared, and her head snapped left and then right as the advanced weapon discharged a fiery torrent of unfathomable energy. The flickering flashing blue-white light that came from the beam brightly illuminated the entire room. Supergirl’s prominent “S-covered” breasts thrust forward and upward, quivering nicely as her entire body trembled under the unspeakable force of the advanced energy beam. For a moment, she thought about resisting the sensations, then as the profound pleasure intensified, decimating all resistance, she couldn’t think of any reason on Earth to fight such an overwhelming sensual onslaught. Nor could she imagine how to resist it. The unyielding beam savagely engulfed her mound, and the front panel of her narrow thong, in a devastating torrent of energy. The mind-warping sensations between her legs were racing irrevocably toward a powerful and unavoidable conclusion.
But the brave heroine fought on. Her tender toned young thighs quivered, bathed in the unnatural blue light. Now her back arched sharply, her breasts thrust skyward.
“OH NO! UNNGG UNNGH UNNGGH UNNGGHH! GRRRRRRREAT SCOTT!” she cried out as the moment culminated in its inevitably wet crescendo. “AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!!!”
But even then Freeze kept the weapon activated. Now, for what seemed like an eternity, Supergirl rode out a wet blissful rapture which defied all knowing and all understanding, far surpassed anything which the young heroine had ever before dreamt possible. For long seconds, the delicious delights emanated from between her curvy thighs, sparking throughout her lithe young form, treating her to an intense forbidden rapture, as her wispy shiny blonde sweet-scented hair shimmered tantalizingly.
The forbidden pleasure was the ultimate guilty pleasure, and in a moment of weakness, she found herself wanting it to last forever. Only with the greatest of difficulty, did she keep herself from crying out, “OOOOOOOHHHH YESSSSS!”
It was so raw, so delicious to have the obscene barrel of the weapon thrust up under her micro-skirt, into her most private area, as the life-giving beam rewarded her with wave after wave of cool blue unyielding bliss. At last, she cried out, “OOOOOOOHHHH YESSSSS!!! . . .” as Freeze’s henchwomen looked on in undisguised admiration and awe.
Then at last, it ended, and Freeze removed the barrel of the massive twin-barreled weapon.
When the beam stopped, Supergirl found, to her shame, that she had involuntarily spread her legs wide apart to allow better access for the barrel of the wicked welcome weapon.
“Ohhhh, God yesssssssss!” There, it had slipped out. It was too late to take it back, as Supergirl collapsed in her chains, gently squeezing her tender naked thighs together, to wring every last drop of guilty pleasure from the shameful wonderful lusty moment.
As both women hung in their chains, utterly defeated by their own libidos, but secretly grateful nonetheless, Freeze solemnly strode out of the chamber.
“COME, MY ICE MAIDENS, SERVICE ME.” And with that, the three svelte henchwomen followed him out of the room, and walked toward the refrigeration room.
******BATSPIN********
“Clayface” 1:00am Interrogation Room B, of the Joker’s Ha-Hacienda
When Batgirl and Supergirl woke up they were still chained to the wall, but the ice that Freeze had added to their bindings had melted. As the two heroines looked around, they now saw an elaborate bondage armature in front of them. As they were wondering exactly how the device was to be used, the armature began to move. It looked at first as if the device was melting, as its steel and timber began to move like liquid. Then the entire structure coalesced into a shape roughly approximating that of a man, and then, the two heroines saw the infamous “Clayface” take shape before them.
“Its been a long time since I’ve been with a woman,” he said in his gruff voice. “Let alone TWO women. I can look like Brad Pitt, if I want to, but once I get excited, I start to go all . . . ‘Muddy.’ I guess chicks don’t dig that. Well, you two haven’t got much choice in the matter, so here goes.
Sliming toward them, Clayface entirely engulfed both Supergirl and Batgirl with his massive slurry of a body. It was like being submerged in quicksand. Fortunately, the features of his face disappeared entirely as he settled in around the two svelte and shapely heroines’ bodies, totally immersing them except for their heads.
At first it felt strange, . . . but good. Like a therapeutic mud bath. Then it started. The warm ‘mud,’ for lack of a better term, began to move. It was as if they were in a giant mud bath, with whirlpool jets. But the ‘circulation’ was anything but random.
Supergirl could feel her firm pointed breasts being ‘fondled.’ Batgirl could feel her proud breasts being squeezed together. Then her soft plump ass cheeks were groped and fingered lustfully. Batgirl moaned as the mud between her legs began to agitate cleverly, and she felt a hard bulge pressing into the groove between her ass cheeks, forcing an unintended gasp from her lips. It was as if they were being groped all over at the same time. The mud slithered and slid across them in a strange caressing motion that was unlike anything that either girl could ever remember having encountered.
Both girls were now gasping and moaning quietly. Unlike the direct stimulation of Mr. Freeze’s beam device, this was a totally immersive sensual experience, that tapped into an entirely different part of their womanly desires. Their sounds of passion echoing in the otherwise silent room. Batgirl glanced over to see Supergirl’s face, and was relieved to see that her partner was similarly enthralled by the intriguing invigorating sensations.
Then the mud between their legs . . . began to . . . vibrate.
Each girl’s sounds of submission excited the other, and now the volume of their cries increased, as both girls gave up any pretense of resisting them. They pulled on their chains, thrusting and wriggling their hips in the wet onslaught, but this only heightened their feelings of helplessness and arousal.
Supergirl came first, “Uhhggh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh, YESS!!! . . . Ohh GOD, YESSS!!!” Ohh! OHH!! UNNNGHHH! Ungh!! Ungh!” At this point, she was obviously thrusting. “UNNGGHH! UNNGGHHH!!!!!!!!” as she thrust her hips hungrily against the strange liquid lover.
“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGHHHHHHH!!” OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH”
Batgirl watched in kinky fascination as her invulnerable partner surrendered to the savory sensations of young lust. It was exciting to see the curvy young blonde surrender so totally to such powerful and revealing sensations. Finally, Supergirl succumbed to the last throes of her ferocious and devastating climax, “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!! UNGHH!!. . . . followed by a long cooing calm, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. .. .ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm- mmmmmmmmmmm. . . hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . .” Finally she fell totally silent, save for a desperate gasping for air.
Now Batgirl found the erotic sensual imagery of her beautiful writhing partner to be both inspiring and stimulating, as the lusty sight pushed her over the edge as well. She loved the sensation of Clayface’s wet “hands” groping and probing and stroking, cupping, licking, and vibrating in all the right places, everywhere at once. It was so exciting to literally be submerged within her lover. Briefly, she wondered if this was how men felt, as they plunge and plough into a welcoming female.
“mmmmmmmm-MMMMMMMMMMMM . . . Oh God! YESSSSSSS!! Unngghh! Unnnnghh! OOOOOOOOOOOO-eeeeeeee,” she cried, as her mound and clitoris was massaged just the way she liked it.
Somehow Clayface knew right where to touch her, just the way she needed it, just the way she liked it. And everything was so slippery, so wet and lubricated. Her whole body seemed to squish and slurp wetly within him.
“Mmm! Uhh-huh! Unnnnnnngh! Mmmphh! Oooooooooooooo!!!”
His whole body was adoring her, his whole body was restraining her, his whole body was pleasuring her, ravaging her. It was all too much.
Finally, in desperation, “Oooo YEAH!! . . . UNNNNNGHHHHHHHH! Ungh!! Unghh!! UNGHH!!” It was too much. Too good.
Until finally, Batgirl’s orgasm exploded gratefully within her.
“UUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH!! NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN- mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm- nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. . . nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. . . . hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . .”
The wet release was perfect in its bliss, and Batgirl soared on the airy wings of ecstasy for long luxurious minutes. Gone were any cares of escape or resistance, only heavenly guilty bliss.
Clayface reveled in the sensations of the two slender shapely bombshells, squirming erotically within him. He experienced these two women as no normal man ever could. He marveled at the sensations as his immersive grip slithered all over Batgirl’s thonged ass, and between her smooth round nicely tapered thighs. Simultaneously, he oozed back and forth between Supergirl’s pert breasts, cupped and thrust against her ass cheeks, and groped both women’s mounds. As the sexy girls moaned in obvious erotic delight, it was gratifying to see that he had not lost his touch with women. Even as a hideous monstrous blob, he had skillfully managed to pleasure two of the cutest hotties in crimefighting, giving them the thrill of a lifetime. As Batgirl’s urgently squirming body finally surrendered to its bone-jarring climax, her erotic cries, and the sensation of her quivering thonged ass in his “hands” was too much, and suddenly he too surrendered to his own liquid version of rapture, his slurry of a body, trembling and jiggling like Jello, as the rapturous feelings took him. Then at long last, all was calm.
When it was all over, Clayface slowly receded, oozing down off of the two ooing, cooing heroines, leaving their wet dripping forms limp and spent in their bindings, lost in their afterglow, with memories that neither of them would ever forget. Then he quietly made his exit, dripping down into a ventilation duct, and finally disappearing.
Moments later, the Mad Hatter entered the room, flanked by two burly henchmen. Laying eyes on the two swooned heroines, he called to his henchmen, “Bring them to . . . the chairs.” After a dramatic pause, he added, “and strap them in.”
“Riddles within Riddles” 1:30 am The site of the abandoned “Puzzler’s Amusement Park”
The Batmobile’s wide tires rumbled down the gravel road that led out to the old Puzzler’s Amusement Park. As the powerful vehicle approached the main gates, it suddenly came to an abrupt stop. Servo-motors whined as the canopy slid open, and in an instant the unmistakable silhouette of the Batman leapt out.
“This is where the map led,” he whispered in a deep haunting voice.
As he approached the main gate, he saw a large green envelope with a gold question mark, fastened to the main entryway. Suddenly, a sick feeling filled the pit of his stomach.
Removing the envelope and opening it, he removed an elaborately written note, which read as follows:
“Riddle me this, Batman! QUESTION: When is a map like a fish? ANSWER: When it’s a red herring!
Sorry for the red herring, Batman, but I needed to buy some time. Now, time is running out for Batgirl and Supergirl. Can you find them in time? Or is the joke on you?”
Focusing a life of crimefighting experience on the Riddler’s twisted riddle, the Batman quickly parsed its meaning.
“Red herring, . . . buy some time, . . . time is running out, . . . find them in time, . . . jokes on me. . .”
“Herring, . . . time, . . . running out . . . The sand in sand-timers ‘runs out,’ . . . joke . . . joke, . . . Joker.”
“They must be using old abandoned Herring Sand Timer Factory as the Joker’s latest Ha-Hacienda. Hang on BATGIRL!”
**BATSPIN***
Batgirl found herself chained on her back, her hands near her head, on a large rough- hewn wooden table, in what looked like an elaborate room of a medieval castle. The lower half of her tights was ripped away, to reveal the naked skin of her abs, legs, and bottom, as well as the daring blue thong that she wore. At the other end of the table, she could hear the gasping breath of the one and only, Supergirl.
“Supergirl, is that you?”
“Yeah! I’m OK.”
Supergirl was similarly bound at the other end of the table. Both girls were bound so that their legs dangled off the edge of the table with their slender legs spread . . . invitingly. There was a doorway at either end of the room, one entrance opened up to each end of the table.
“I hear something coming!” cried Supergirl, as she struggled futilely against her bindings. “Something big.”
Her super-hearing served her well, and in time the sounds grew louder. Heavy footsteps and heavy breathing.
“There are two of them . . . and they’re getting closer!”
“I hear them now too,” replied Batgirl. “That breathing sound is too big and deep to be human. It almost sounds like a lion . . . or . . . something.”
Moments later, Batgirl’s eyes opened wide, as she saw the imposing form of MANBAT enter her end of the room. Massive and bestial, its upper body was monstrous and its bearing, savage. Huge leathery wings adorned its hairy hunched back, and the black eyes were devoid of humanity.
At the other end of the room, Supergirl looked on astonished, as the monstrous form of BANE, entered her end of the room. His weird masked face cast in the form of an eternal scowl, his bulging rippling Venom-enhanced muscles made Superman’s physique look wimpy. Clear green tubes leading into his body glowed iridescent green as the strange chemical Venom mixture continued to pump into his mutated body. Worst of all, a bulging codpiece hinted at massive eager tool within.
Neither “creature” spoke a word, but both stepped forward and examined their pinned prey, with a mixture of male admiration, and savage carnal lust.
Time seemed to go into slow motion, as the monstrous beasts approached their helpless prone females, examining their shapely wide-spread legs approvingly. MANBAT reached forward with massive clawed hairy hands and grasped Batgirl’s ripe breasts, squeezing them. Her nipples went instantly erect, and she whimpered and wriggled submissively, emphasizing her total sexual vulnerability.
Glancing down between her mauled breasts, and between her wriggling thighs, Batgirl caught sight of the MANBAT’s angry erect member. It was massive, thick, hairy, and longer than she would have thought possible. As the panting creature stood dominantly over her, positioned between her soft supple spread legs, looking admiringly down at her, his eyes locked on her enticing narrow blue thong. Batgirl found that she could only whimper pitifully, as she tried to accept the inevitable.
Meanwhile, BANE stepped between Supergirl’s spread legs. Looking between the naked flesh of her spread thighs, up under her micro-skirt skirt, he could easily see her vulnerable panties. Gripping her small pointed breasts, encased in thin tight white Lycra, he took her breasts in his large gloved hands, and squeezed them, savored her squirming vulnerability. Now his masked eyes drank in her revealing belly shirt, her taut firm feminine abs, her wriggling struggling hips, and her comically short micro-skirt. Somehow, Supergirl knew that within his mask, BANE was smiling.
“My latest version of Venom, is laced with liquid Kryptonite, Supergirl,” his gravely voice spoke. It permeates every cell in my body. So you see, . . . I AM Kryptonite, and you are helpless to resist me.”
Now he luridly stroked the insides of her soft naked thighs. “Nice. . .” he commented.
Still seemingly moving in slow-motion, he unfastened his codpiece, and revealed a massive member, that was already oozing and dripping with a potent load of his green glowing seed. It glowed green like the vile venom that pumped in his veins. Unimaginably thick, his member’s girth was beyond anything Supergirl had ever imagined. Its prominent veins pulsed, and throbbed, and surged with potency. A heavy drop of his thick green cum, dripped off of him and spattered onto the stone floor.
Now MANBAT’s massive muscular body loomed over Batgirl, his hips wedged between her legs, against her groin, his black eyes devouring her narrow thong, pelvis and exquisite defenseless perfect feminine physique, his member poised at her entrance. Then with a thrust, he pushed past her narrow thong, and opened her. Not all the way, but enough to know that he would enter her easily. Batgirl’s shapely buttocks were crushed against the rough-hewn timbers of the table. She squirmed, but there was no escape. She was pinned. Another animalistic thrust and he entered her a bit more. There was no denying him. Her clitoris was standing at attention now, and her core was sopping wet. With one more definitive thrust, he plowed deep into her, burying the entire impressive length of him deep, deep inside her, utterly filling her. Now with a squish he shifted his hips and reveled in the hot tight humid depths of her. So good . . .
Impaled on the obscene length of him, Batgirl only whimpered erotically again. She didn’t want to admit it, but she needed this beast. She wanted him. Wanted his masculinity. She needed the essence of the bat, . . . raw, wild and untamed. The way he filled her both startled and humbled her. This is what she needed. Not some beam or weird villain gadget, but a real male, lusty and insistent.
He rotated his hips back and thrust in again, making a gratifying wet squishing sound. The feeling was incredible. She needed more. The long thing slid and snaked in and out of her, rifling deeply through her core, plowing her, and filling her like never before. Her breasts bounced and wobbled gratifyingly with each successive thrust. And each muscular thrust elicited another erotic feminine yelp from her.
“UnNNHGhh! Unghh! Yeah! Yeah! . . Oh yeah! Unh-huhh! Yeah! . . .” Now her greedy hips thrust back at him.
As he plowed into her, MANBAT thrilled at the divine sight before him. A yelping Batgirl, prone, pinned, and randy, as he rifled into her hot wet core. The young masked heroine yelped and whined with each successive thrust rifling into her hot slick welcoming core. Neither of them would last long now, as his sack bounced off of her tight round crushed buttocks.
She was everything that he wanted. Smooth, soft, well-rounded, quivering, neat, clean and refined, while he was rough hard, crude, hairy, and dirty. She was petite and slender; he was massive and monstrous. She was smooth, slick, hot, and tight, he was hard, ruthless, savage and probing. Her face was pale, and adorned with sparkling violet eye shadow, his face was rough, his eyes hooded and black. Her mouth was petite and pretty, her lips sweet glossy red, her teeth bright white. His maw was lined with dirty jagged razor-edged fangs. She wore an mysterious mask, a flirty shiny micro-cape, and a sexy Lycra thong, while he was a raw naked animal. In short she was his ultimate female, and he was her raw demon-lover.
Batgirl was strong, feminine, and alluring, but now her strength and beauty had been lashed down, . . . his for the taking. Now her thonged ass was his to ravage at will. Now he elicited the most intimate of all pleasures from her.
At last his thrusting took her over the edge, and she came with a shrill feminine squeal, “OhhhhUNNNNNNGGGHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” As the overwhelming pleasure erupted inside her, and filled her, starting at her groin and washing all over her, her pretty eyes winced shut, her delicate mouth bared her white teeth, her shapely thighs wrapped greedily around him, and her startling breasts thrust skyward. It was divine surrender.
Seeing the lovely trifle beneath him surrender to her savage ecstasy, the hulking monster momentarily ceased his onslaught, to observe the delightful spectacle of her erotic throes and emotional surrender, and he was not disappointed with her energetic display. She hungrily lunged and heaved, quivered and thrust. The once refined Batgirl eagerly traded in her refined sophistication for a few moments of raw unchecked animalistic bliss. Now she wallowed in her animal lust, crudely thrusting and licking her lips, savoring the shameful afterglow. He had won.
Now the monster resumed his thrusting, greedy for his own release. Again, her feminine wails only excited him further, and the slick tight confines of her womanhood enchanted his sliding rifling rod. At last the beast exploded within her pelvis, jetting his hot vile seed deep deep within her. One, two, three hard pumps, jetted into her, before he pulled out. Then another, one, two, three, four, five, long squirting ropes of his thick gooey seed shot out and splattered all over her hips, abs, and breasts. Even her pretty, refined, perfect cowled face was spattered and dripping with his thick goopy clear seed. It was obscene. The entire length of her was christened with his goo. And she seemed to love it.
Now he wiped his member off on her smooth thighs, leaving even more evidence of his domination over her. Then, ripping her chains out of the table effortlessly, he turned her over, to wipe the rest of his seed off on her perfect wide round feminine thonged ass. Now she was his completely.
Inspired by the inviting view of her tiny plump posterior, he mounted her again. This time, like an animal, . . . from behind. He longed to rut her plump tiny ass to his heart’s delight.
By now BANE had buried his girth deep inside Supergirl. She was so tight around him, both of them wondered if she would burst. But her tight Kryptonian form held him fast. Now as he slowly withdrew and thrust back into her, she groaned in submission and pleasure. As his massive length slowly slid in an out of her slick depths, he realized that, perhaps for the first time, he had found a woman who could fully handle his Venom-enhanced lovemaking. As her pleasure grew, so did his. He loved the feeling of her smooth naked blemishless thighs wrapped greedily around his hips, as the wet sounds of their coupling filled the air. The blonde hair on her head so shiny and sweet-smelling, as it lay spilled out over the table. Her tiny pointed breasts, so perky, pointed, and soft, the raw grimacing expressions of unbridled lust so alien to her perfect feminine refined face.
But heroine or not, the super-physique of the one and only Supergirl now writhed and thrust wantonly back at him. Her sexy hips, in their tiny blue nano-skirt lustfully lunged back up at him. It was wonderful to have his pole buried so deep within her, squishing and slurping shamelessly.
Now her feminine cries intensified, as she grew ever-nearer her release. Now her hips lifted upward, and his gloved hands reached below to grasp her pert plump ass cheeks.
Her face was locked in an intense grimace as she closed in on her well-earned release.
“UUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!” Her back arched sharply, as an intense rapture took her totally. Her tiny frame trembled with the force of it, and her Kryptonian strength gripped and squeezed him all the harder. Involuntarily, she ripped her heavy chains and cuffs out of the table, possessed like a demon by her living rapture. “UUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!”
When the heat of her climax was over, he reluctantly withdrew from the restrictive confines of her depths. She was so tight that he genuinely had to pull to free himself. As he slurped out of her, a smoldering look of grateful lust covered Supergirl’s usually innocent features.
Now, propping herself up on her elbows, she gaze more easily at the impressive sight of BANE’s throbbing manhood. It was immense, throbbing, veiny, oozing with his green cum, it girth almost unimaginable. Sitting up now, Supergirl scooted her tiny hips off the edge of the rough table, and knelt her tiny frame before the massive bulk of BANE’s hulking body.
Now, just inches from his manhood, she got her first close up look at a male member. Her eyes drank in all of the little details. Not knowing exactly where to begin, the inexperienced young blonde, tentatively grasped the massive tool in her delicate tapered fingers, amazed that her grip could not entirely encompass his hot throbbing staff. Then leaning tentatively in, her pink virgin lips delicately kissed the head of his angry stalk. Her lips were so soft, her touch so gentle, that BANE moaned in amazement.
The juxtaposition of Supergirl’s tiny delicate physique, next to the throbbing muscle-bound monstrosity of BANE was not lost on either of them. But BANE was not about to stop the neophyte lover, as she began her awkward attempt to please him.
Pulling gently on his tool, she slowly coaxed a long gooey droplet of obscene glowing green pre-cum from the veiny monstrosity.
“UNNNNNNNNNNNGGGHhhhhhh. . .”
Encouraged by his reaction, Supergirl continued her fumbling efforts, stroking the eager member back and forth.
Now her tender pink lips kissed his tip again and again. Reluctantly, the tip her tongue licked the spongy head of his member as well. The touch, taste, and smell of him were all alien to her, but she was eager to learn more. Idly, she wondered how different or similar a sexual encounter with BANE might be, compared with other men.
While her delicate probing tongue felt wonderful, BANE was anxious for a more direct stimulation.
Placing his massive gloved hand on the back of her silky blonde head, he gently urged her head forward, causing the inexperienced Supergirl to take the gargantuan member fully into the warm wet humid depths of her soft welcoming virgin mouth.
With his erection now deeply seated in the blonde’s mouth, BANE sighed a sigh of relief, “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!. . . . .”
What the girl lacked in skill, she more than made up for in innocence and appeal. Bane breathed deeply, taking in the sweet scent of Supergirl’s clean shiny hair. As he looked down on her head, he admired her silky blonde head of hair, and her youthful hair band.
This was Supergirl, an Icon of purity and femininity around the world. The embodiment of innocence and power. Now he had impaled her sweet lips with the obscenity of his Venom-enhanced greedy erection, and even now the supposedly innocent heroine was doing her best to please him with the slow animated workings of her mouth and tongue. Despite her inexperience, her slurping slobbering efforts proved highly effective. It was all too much, and BANE could feel himself stiffening all the more.
Pulling her off of the length of him for a moment, Bane reached down, and grasped the collar of Supergirl’s belly shirt, and in a single pull, ripped the famous “S-emblazoned” shirt from her body, revealing her plump youthful apple-innocent breasts.
Now grabbing her head with greater strength, he pulled her head forward again, this time he pulled her further forward, to plunge himself more deeply into her wonderful mouth. Now her efforts were becoming more confident and proficient, as she slurped licked and kissed with her mouth, while one hand stroked the massive length of him, and the other hand gently massaged his ball sack.
Quickly loosing his patience, BANE began thrusting with powerful urgent strokes, deep into the Kryptonian girl’s throat. The fact that she could go without oxygen for protracted periods of time helped make her efforts all the more effective. Now her enchanted lubricating mouth and super-powered grip further enhanced the overall effect.
BANE was now reduced to short desperate stabbing thrusts, as he pulled her bobbing head hard against his crotch. Soon she began to whimper with each stroke, her flaxen hair whisking around as her head struggled to contain the wildly thrusting erection.
“Mmmmm!! Hmmm!! Oooooh!! Mmmmmm!! . . .”
It was all too much, and suddenly, BANE’s manhood exploded in a cavalcade of pent up ecstasy and oozing desire.
SPURT, . . .SPURT . . . SPURT . . . .SPURT!!
His body rocketed jet after jet of wet oozing cum into her throat. Reflexively, Supergirl pulled back, and was immediately shot in the face with several more voluminous ropes of long splattering jets of cum.
SPURT, . . .SPURT . . . SPURT . . . .SPURT!! Now the perfect pure refined delicate features of Supergirl’s beautiful young face were soaking with an obscene amount of the villainous monster’s clear seed. The oozing violation baptized her innocence with unabashed male lust.
Now dripping with the vile abomination, Supergirl noticed how the splattering spattering seed was dripping over the full contours of her plump breasts, and seeping inexorably down into her tight cleavage. Kneeling up now, Supergirl thrust her ripe breasts forward, and rubbed Bane’s massive spent manhood all over her, utterly covering her breasts in the clear shiny wet coating. The feeling of her rubbing her soft breasts against his rough manhood was incredible, and It was a scene that BANE promised himself, he would NEVER forget. . .
Now pulling her to her feet, he turned Supergirl’s delicate frame around, bent her over the edge of the table, prepared to finish her off properly. Gaping for a moment at the perfect proportions of her shiny blue neoprene-clad ass, he had the distinct privilege of pulling the clingy restrictive skirt up and out of the way, to reveal what was perhaps the most pure and alluring sight on the planet, the sight of her plump pale unblemished ass, neatly bisected by a daring thong. Savoring the moment, he gazed at her slender form, her delicate proportions, her pale blonde wispy hair, her narrow waist, and the lovely swell of her hips. She was aware of his abject admiration of her young form, and swished her pale blonde hair to one side, as she enjoyed his drinking in the lovely alluring sight of her.
One of the interesting side-effects of the Venom formulation, was that Bane’s period of recovery in the bedroom could be measured in seconds, not minutes. Now his thick member was poised again, ready to go, at her entrance, just between those perfect pale buttocks, eager to push past that narrow thong. Pushing, nudging, and probing into her, again, he slowly forced his way into her hot welcoming depths. Perhaps due to her youth, inexperience, or her Kryptonian physiology, Supergirl was incredibly tight, but soon he pushed his length deeper and deeper into her. Only when his massive hard hips nestled against the smooth cool contours of her perfect ass did he know he was home. Now with a smooth steady rhythm he began hammering against her perfect soft thonged ass. As his rod rifled in and out of her tight slick depths from behind, he was the first man to ever enjoy this distinctive honor.
Now his thrusts became more desperate, lusty stabs. His hips crushed aggressively against the soft pillows of her ass. He bored into the depths of her with an intense new resolve. Now, in unison, BANE and MANBAT took Supergirl and Batgirl from behind. Buttocks quivered with each steely impact. Lusty hands groped tempting down-hanging breasts, and shrill feminine whines filled the room, as all four lovers all approached a needy release.
“HUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Suddenly Batgirl’s unconscious body jerked and spasmed in the chair as another orgasm wracked her sleeping frame.
“There she goes again!” called out the Mad Hatter’s henchman. “How many times does that make, Hatter?”
“She’s come 11 times now,” replied the confident Hatter, dressed in a long double breasted overcoat, and a prominent top hat. After he adjusted the electronic modules attached to Batgirl’s cowl, he then double-checked the broad leather straps that held her tightly in the chair.
“Is that good?”
“Yes. There’s no telling exactly what she’s dreaming, but between the Penguins’ arousal gas, Ivy’s aphrodisiac oils, the Scarecrow’s anti-inhibitor gas, and my dream-inducing mind control devices, there is little doubt that she is lost in a deep and convincing erotic dream. The imagery in her mind, will be drawn from her own subconscious and from her own latent sexual fantasies. Due to the extreme time compression experienced in the dreamstate, she may not remember all of her dreams from this session, but the hope is that after enough orgasms, her mental defenses should be so low that she will divulge the identity of the Batman.”
“God, I love it when she does that,” observed the henchman as Batgirl jerked and grimaced in the throes of her weighty orgasm. “I like the way her pretty little pointed titties bounce when she comes, and the way her pretty little face gets all screwed up and contorted, like she’s really gettin’ into it.”
“Oh, she is, my good man, . . . she is. One has only to observe the copious amounts of fluid between her legs to observe that her dream-induced sensations are very real. Of course the real genius of my latest refinement of the mind-control device is the ability for Supergirl and Batgirl to have a shared dream experience. That’s never been done before.”
“When she comes out of it, will Batgirl know the difference between their REAL encounters with the rest of the villains, like Joker, Penguin, Mr. Freeze, and Clayface, vs. her imagined, dreamed ones?”
“I don’t really know,” the Hatter replied candidly. “Batgirl has been exposed to some very intense erotic encounters with the others during this captivity, but I like to think that the fidelity of my carefully created dreamstate encounters will rival that of reality itself.”
“And what about her?”
Supergirl twitched in her creaking chair as another powerful orgasm ripped through her body.
“She is even more amazing isn’t she? That’s actually her 12th orgasm, since her dreamstate was initiated. The girl must be exhausted. Those marvelous Kryptonians. . . Now, let’s get back to business.”
Leaning in over Batgirl’s seated form, the Hatter delicately whispered into her ear, “Who . . . is . . . the Bat . . . man?”
Back in her dream world, the MANBAT was just wiping off his goo-soaked member on Batgirl’s naked thonged ass. When he was satisfied that he had adequately adorned the girl’s supple form, he rolled her over, and gazed down on her spent and satisfied body.
As she gazed up at him, his monstrous bat-proportions, she saw his features begin to warp. In moments, his visage morphed from those of the MANBAT, to those of the Batman. Then a moment later, he pulled off his cowl to reveal the face of Bruce Wayne.
“Ohhhhhhhh, B--. . .” she was about to call out the name, “Bruce,” when she noticed that his physique was still that of a monster. It was a strange duality, Batman/Manbat. It was impossible, . . . dreamlike. Idly, her head turned to one side to ponder the strange scene when the strangeness of the entire unreal encounter dawned on her. It was all too wonderful, but too strange to be real. It was--
Batgirl, sat up bolt straight in her chair, the action inadvertently ripping two of the cranial modules off of her cowl. As she sat upright, her eyes opened wide with awareness.
“Yikes, boss! What’s happenin’?” cried the Hatter’s henchman.
“That’s impossible! No one awakes from the Mad Hatter’s dreamstate!” cried the panic-stricken Hatter as he dashed to Batgirl’s side. Seeing Supergirl in the other chair, Batgirl cried out, “Supergirl, wake up, it’s a dream! The Mad Hatter!”
A moment later, Supergirl’s pretty blue eyes blinked open, groggy but awake.
Desperately, the Hatter rushed to apply a chloroform-soaked rag to Batgirl’s face, clamping the cotton rag over the nose and mouth of the shapely struggling heroine. For long moments the two struggled. Batgirl’s back arched sharply, and her pointed breasts thrust out admirably, but her leather bindings held fast. Soon her eyelashes began to flutter, and her pretty blue eyes rolled up into her head. Before long, she collapsed with a long low feminine moan, and a whispering sigh as the Hatter lowered her pretty sleeping head to her heaving chest. “UUNnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . .”
The Hatter’s assistant was not as lucky, as Supergirl pulled free of her leather bindings, snapping them easily. She shirked off the chloroform, and angrily rose to her feet. In a moment, she punched out the henchman and rushed toward the Hatter. On quick punch to his face put out his lights.
Now Supergirl quickly undid Batgirl’s bindings, and tried to pull her from her seat. It was hard not to notice the large wet spot between the shapely heroine’s legs, brought about by the extended erotic dream, but Supergirl had to focus on making an escape.
“The Escape” 2:30am The Hatter’s interrogation room, at the Joker’s Ha-Hacienda
Supergirl did her best to get the groggy Batgirl on her feet, down a hall, and out of an exit door. The night air was cool and refreshing, and soon Batgirl’s sensibilities were restored.
A moment later, the headlights of a large vehicle appeared and swung toward the two groggy heroines. As the vehicle came closer, the heroines could see that it was strange customized car, styled to look like. . . the Joker.
The weird “Jokermobile” was one that Batgirl had seen before. With a huge tinted bubble canopy, bizarre purple fins, and a grill that was designed to replicate the grinning visage of the Joker, it was a travesty of automotive design.
As the headlights of the Joker’s fantastic vehicle fell on Batgirl and Supergirl, the Joker cackled in excitement. “Hoo, hoo hoo hoooooooo! I have you now! Now hold still, while I activate my new toy! Hoo, hoo hoo hoooooooo!”
Pressing buttons frantically, he activated his latest gadget, and suddenly the twin beams of the headlights of the weird car dramatically intensified, and changed color slightly, catching both young defenseless heroines in some sort of strange energy field.
TZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAP! ZAP!!
Despite her eagerness to run for cover, Supergirl suddenly noticed that she could . . . not . . . move.
Indeed, the beams projected from the Jokermobile’s headlights did have an immobilizing effect. Using devices and technology stolen from a government research facility, the Joker had been eager to test out his ill-gotten gadgets. Each headlight actually contained two beams, which worked in unison to create an electronic current in the living targets, which had the effect of temporarily neutralizing all voluntary muscles in the body.
Now, neither Batgirl nor Supergirl could step out of the beams’ path. Their arms were pinned at their sides. They were quite literally “caught in the headlights.”
As they stood transfixed, it was only then that Batgirl and Supergirl noticed the beams’ unintended side effect.
“Not again!” was all Batgirl could think as a sweet intense pleasure gripped her between the legs. As her curvaceous body trembled in enjoyment of the strange energy field, the arousing effect rapidly intensified, causing her to quickly surrendered any hope of resisting it. As the pleasure intensified, so did the humiliation. Even more than their previous episodes, this particular incident was embarrassing in the extreme. No longer were their indignities hidden in the secret depths of some villainous dungeon, but now they were standing outside, in the night air, illuminated by the blinding headlights as the Joker looked on.
Soon the pleasure swelled to a bursting point, as both pinioned heroines trembled and quivered seductively in the throes of a rapidly approaching release.
It was a hot spicy pleasure that was cresting rapidly.
Then it came.
“UUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!” cried Batgirl. “OOOOHHHHHhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!” cried Supergirl.
They came together, and dropped unceremoniously to the gravely ground, as the “high beams” disengaged. Now their enticing limbs were tantalizingly intertwined.
As the Joker’s vehicle rolled slowly closer, and then came to a stop, Harley Quinn emerged from the side door and began piling the comely Supergirl into the rear compartment of the car, onto the rubberized floor, while the Joker opened the large clear canopy of the Jokermobile, and climbed out to get Batgirl. With the escape attempt thwarted, the heroines would be returned to the Ha Hacienda to continue their torments.
As the Joker approached the succulent form of the reclining Batgirl, he stopped for a moment to drink in her delicious curves with unabashed adoration. Then as he grinned in satisfaction, and reached over to grab her, Batgirl suddenly sprang to her feet! Though she was still groggy from being dosed with chloroform, and her recent climax she was making a heroic attempt to take on the Joker head to head!
After her long ordeal of being drugged, gassed, and bound, however, her attacked lacked its customary speed, power, and focus. The Joker easily sidestepped her fumbling punch, and deftly stepping around behind her, he was quickly able to subdue her, in a classic hold.
Though her sensuous body struggled and writhed against him, Batgirl was unable to summon the strength to break his grip. As she was held from behind in the Joker’s iron grip, his gloved hand slowly emerged, holding a juicy-wet chloroformed rag. Placing the soaking rag over Batgirl’s plump glossy red lips, the notorious villain seemed to relish the sweet surrender of the moment. Though Batgirl’s athletic frame struggled ferociously against him, she could not break his hold on her. For long delicious moments he savored the way her soft plump fleshy gyrating buttocks ground against him. At long last, when Batgirl could hold her breath no longer, she inhaled, flooding her lungs with the noxious sweet-smelling fumes. A certain lightheadedness came across her almost instantly. Reflexively another breath came, plunging her deeper under the influence of the seductive chloroform. Now she was dizzy and her vision became unfocused. Desperate to escape, she pulled hard on his arms, but to no avail. Her full thighs parted invitingly, then squeezed together even more enticingly.
“MmmmMMMMmmm-MmMMmm!” she mmphed into the cloth.
Her full thighs, hips and buttocks wriggled erotically against him. Now he caught her large heavy breasts in his hand, mauling them unapologetically. They were huge. Wrapped in the clingy fabric of her Batgirl suit, they were a breath-taking sight to behold. As her eyelids began to sag, and her eyes began to roll up into her head, she pulled against him again, this time more weakly. “MMMmmmmmmmmmm. . .” she moaned as her strength left her, and her arms began flailing weakly and without coordination. Now her lovely blue eyes rolled up deep into her head, as the bulge of his erection pressed hard against the groove between her soft inviting buttocks.
“Chloroform is such sweet surrender,” he mocked, leering down at her.
As her entire body went limp, and her arms fell slack, he slowly removed the soaked cloth from her mouth, allowing her pretty cowled head to loll forward against her chest. Then he continued to grope her prominent chest at length. Naturally, the unconscious Batgirl offered no resistance as he groped, fondled, mauled, and man-handled her succulent mammaries for several minutes. At long last, the Joker scooped Batgirl up in his arms. At first, he carried her over his shoulder, openly groping and mauling her upturned ass. Then he carried her out in front of him, draped over his arms, her breasts and knees lifted high, her head flung back, her hips slung low. He carried Batgirl to the side door of the Jokermobile, where Harley had finally managed to deposit Supergirl. The clown-girl had been too distracted in her task with Supergirl to notice the Joker’s lascivious antics with Batgirl. Placing the masked heroine alongside Supergirl, the Joker looked down on the sprawling twosome admiringly.
“Let’s take ‘em back, Harl!” cried the Joker. Climbing back into the cockpit of his car, he cackled wildly as he turned the car out onto the neighborhood streets, for a quick joy-ride.
The Joker was anxious to drive crazily through the streets of the run-down industrial park in his newly acquired Jokermobile, enjoying his pathetic attempt to compete with the legendary BATMOBILE. As he was about to pull out into the street, he began to wonder at the wisdom of driving around in such an audaciously conspicuous get-away vehicle. After a rare moment of reflection, he thought better of it, and decided it might be best to return to the Ha-Hacienda. Besides he had plans for Batgirl and Supergirl. His two curvaceous captives would need to be punished for their escape attempt, and the Joker’s devious mind was already scheming for the best way to punish them.
Without a Clue 2:50am The abandoned Herring Sand-Timer Factory
The Batman had thoroughly searched the Herring facility, but found no sign of Batgirl or Supergirl. Was this another red herring, to send Batman on a wild goose chase?
The Punishment 2:55am The Joker’s Ha-Hacienda
The Joker had strapped Batgirl facedown, onto a black padded examination table. Her wrists were bound together, with her arms tied out in front of her. Her ankles were tied together, with her hips and legs hanging off one end of the table, putting her bottom in prime spanking position.
SWAP!! Jiggle SWAP!! Quiver SWAP!! Ripple SWAP!! Tremble
Swat after swat after swat rained resoundingly down. Batgirl’s tender buoyant buttocks bounced and quivered in response to each diabolical impact. The sound of each swat rang out through the hall.
The Joker marveled in jubilation at the round perky Lycra-clad forms, neatly divided by the deeply plunging thong. Her tempting buttocks jiggled and quivered under his unrelenting assault. Batgirl did her best to bite her tongue, but occasionally little yelps would nevertheless escape her.
A few feet away, the Penguin dispensed a similar treatment to Supergirl, paddling the young heroine with a large padded wooden paddle.
SWAP!! Jiggle SWAP!! Quiver SWAP!! Ripple SWAP!! Tremble
As the tortuous punishment for their escape attempt continued, both nubile heroines secretly began to sense strange sensations of pleasure mixed in with the stinging pain.
Now the pleasure became more and more intense, masking, even obscuring the pain. Then it began to swell and intensify. Supergirl began yelping with each definitive swat, her cries, almost like a whinny, as the crack of each impact echoed through the room.
SWAP!! Jiggle SWAP!! Quiver SWAP!! Ripple SWAP!! Tremble
Confusing expressions of pain, curiosity, guilty pleasure, and shame played across Supergirl’s expressive face, as the spanking continued.
Batgirl’s thonged bottom quivered and jiggled rewardingly, as the punishment continued, until finally, the dull pleasure gained a new, more intense focus. It swelled and grew in intensity, until finally, it was evidently just too much.
“OoooOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-Ooooooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhh!” “AhhhhhhhhIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooOOOHHHHHHHaaaahhhh!” the girls cried out in unison, as hot wet spicy orgasms detonated between her luscious legs.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. . .” they cooed together afterwards.
“And let that be a lesson to you!” the Joker scolded them, in jest, seeing that the punishment had, in fact, been more of a reward.
“You know, you two are making too much noise!” the Joker complained. Responding promptly, the Penguin pulled a purple kerchief from his pocket, and quickly fashioned it into a makeshift cleave gag for Supergirl, quickly tying it in position between her beautifully clenched white teeth. “Mmmmmmm-MMMMMPH-MMM-mmmmmmm.” The gagging cause Supergirl to renew her struggles, which somehow only made her all the more appealing.
“I think I’m fresh out of gags! Heh heh!” the Joker teased, as he searched his pockets. “Ahh, this will do nicely,” he called out as he pulled a gold cylindrical object from his pocket. It was the sub-sonic/hypersonic vibration inducer from Batgirl’s utility belt, the one that he had set to “vibrate” to tease Batgirl earlier that evening. Unceremoniously, he shoved the cylinder deep into Batgirl’s pretty mouth, quickly and effectively silencing her.
“MMMMMMPH-MMMmmmm!” she ‘mmphed’ defiantly.
Now the Joker repositioned Batgirl’s weakened legs, strapping them wide apart, with a series of narrow black leather straps. Now her upturned bottom was nicely available, and the remarkable narrowness of her daring thong was nicely on display. Juiced up and pinned as she was, she was ripe for a little impaling. As the Joker stood behind her, his hands kneaded her plump toned ripe posterior admiringly. It was the moment of a lifetime. A moment to savor.
“Excuse me, Pengy, but I’d like a moment alone with Batgirl, if you don’t mind,” asked the Joker, giddy with anticipation.
“Hrrrrrrreh-Hrrrrrrreh! Very well, Joker, perhaps I’ll take Supergirl to an adjoining boudoir, for a little interlude myself. . . . Hrrrrrrreh-Hrrrrrrreh!”
“Ha Ha! Tell, the Riddler he’ll just have to wait his turn! Ooooooooooo-Hoo-hoo-ha!” Then the Joker suddenly caught himself short. “Say, you don’t suppose he left any of those infernal riddles for the Batman, do you?”
“Hrrrrrrrrreh! The agreement was to leave NO CLUES! We all agreed!”
“I know! Its just that you know how he can be about those awful clues. Achhhh! No matter! All the more reason for me to get promptly on with the business at hand!” he finally declared, gloating, leering, and grinning down at the resplendent form of Batgirl’s perfectly postured, plump, posterior. Now he cracked his gloved knuckles, as if formally preparing to give a performance in piano recital in a grand concert hall.
Just then, the floor literally dropped out from under the Joker and Penguin, as both Super-Villains instantly sailed through a trap door, down a long chute, and ended up somewhere in the basement laundry facility of the old factory, as the Riddler flung open the door to the room holding Batgirl and Supergirl.
“Sorry old boys, but Harley tells me, that the ladies are finally ready for me! Now, it’s the Riddler’s turn!”
Relieved at the arrival of her unlikely rescuer, Batgirl decided to take advantage of the distraction to send a desperate call for help. She quickly spat out the subsonic/ hypersonic vibration inducer, so that it flopped out onto the table in front of her. Puckering her lips, she blew on the slender cylinder causing it to roll toward her hands, which were bound in front of her on the table. Quickly grasping the device, she twisted its shaft to set the device to maximum power, aimed it at the window, and pressed the activation button.
A moment later a strange pulsing sensation filled the air, accompanied by a nearly inaudible indescribably shrill sound. Then all 98 panes of glass in windows of that room of the old factory building exploded outward, in a deafening blast, that, in the dead of night, was audible for miles around.
Quickly snatching the device from Batgirl’s gloved hands, the Riddler promptly scolded her, “You’ve made quite a mess my dear, but your ludicrous antics won’t derail my long-awaited rendez-vous with you and your lovely young friend here. You see, I’ve waited a lifetime for this moment, and I simply won’t be denied.” He punctuated his sentence by giving Batgirl one more good spank. “THWACK!”
“Hooo-Hooo-Hoooo! Besides, there’s no one around here for MILES, and Batsy is busy with the wild goose chase that I’ve sent him on. He won’t find this location for several more hours yet. We’ll be long gone by then. That still should leave PLENTY of time for ME . . . to have my way. . . with YOU. . . with BOTH of you. Hoooooo-Hooooo-Hoooo-Hoooooooooooo!” and with that, the green-clad degenerate degenerated into an uncontrollable wave of maniacal laughter.
To the Rescue 3:05am The abandoned Herring Sand-Timer Factory
As the Batman continued to searched the Herring facility, the crashing sound of shattering glass caught his attentive ears. Turning reflexively toward the sound, he spotted the main sign to the abandoned factory situated across the street from his current location. The sign read, “LaughCo Toy Factory.”
“Commisioner Gordon, send back-up to the following coordinates. . .”
“The Riddler’s Big Moment Approaches” 3:12am The Riddler’s boudoir room, in the Joker’s Ha Hacienda - LaughCo Toy Factory
As the groggy exhausted heroines were helped to their feet, they made no resistance. Seeing their pliant drug-induced demeanor, the Riddler jumped for joy, in sheer ecstatic, (and perhaps understandable) anticipation. He ushered the two unresisting and tightly clad heroines into a waiting side room which had been well-equipped to the Riddler’s exacting specifications. In it were green lights, dimmed with a rheostat, a large bed with green silk sheets and a huge embroidered question mark, a large mirror on the ceiling, a host of dangerous looking bondage devices and paraphernalia, and glittering green walls covered with raised black question marks. In addition, 11 video cameras were installed in various “strategic” locations.
To further heighten the tension, Supergirl was bound spread eagle with her back against the wall, her arms and legs held in position by sexy studded black leather bindings. The entire arrangement showed off her perky breasts to good advantage, as her legendary “S” logo did its best in a losing battle to stretch over the well-formed mammaries.
Next, the Riddler fitted Batgirl’s mouth with a shiny silken green cleave gag, and bound her hands behind her back, with tight studded black leather bindings. The Riddler loved the expression of her face, neatly silence by the cleave gag. Batgirl was kept standing for the time being. Her bindings suited the Riddler’s sexual tastes, and added immensely, he felt, to the dramatic flare of the moment.
The simple but effective binding gave Batgirl a perfectly delicious look. The Riddler felt that her cleave-gagged mouth, “kept the bubbles in the champagne,” as they say, giving her an added appearance of vulnerability and heightened tension, while tying her hands behind her back somehow forced her massive breasts to thrust and heave that much further forward, and simultaneously forced her prominently plump thonged ass to protrude slightly more at the rear, . . . and at an exquisitely inviting angle. When the door to the room was closed, leaving the Riddler alone with the two girls, he literally leapt with giddy joy. If this moment wasn’t every villain’s greatest fantasy, it certainly was the Riddler’s, (and most fanboys.)
“Riddle me this, Batman!” he gloated in absolute triumphant glee, “What wears green tights, and has kinky sex over and over and over again with Batgirl and Supergirl? Answer: A-hooo hooooo hooo! ME!!!!!!!!!!!! A-hooo hooooo hooooooooo!”
“Pruning the Ivy” 3:13am The Joker’s Ha Hacienda
The sexually captivating form of Poison Ivy strolled seductively down one of the outer corridors of the Joker’s Lair, to the makeshift arboretum that she had set up there. A remarkable variety of exotic plants were growing there, to keep Ivy supplied with all of the exotic oils, unguents, and poisonous spores that she needed.
Judging from all of the erotic cries that had been echoing throughout the facility this night, Ivy was satisfied that the plants’ various drugs, poisons, and spores were having the desired effect. While she personally had NO interest in getting “close” to the two captured heroines, she was happy to be a part of any collaborative plan that had such a good chance of humiliating the Batman. What’s more, the scheme to sell black-market videotapes of the bound struggling heroines’ various erotic encounters had $ucce$$ written all over it. With her own personal funds depleted, she was anxious for an infusion of green . . .in the way of CA$H! As she entered the arboretum, she imagined a host of devious new ways in which to spend her new ill-gotten would-be funding, in new and--
The Dark Knight descended from the ceiling like a demon in a nightmare. Only the flaring of his leathery cape made any sound at all. In an instant, he had Ivy pinned to the wall, his hand clamped over her mouth, her svelte body immobilized.
As he spoke, his voice was a deep haunting whisper, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH BATGIRL AND SUPERGIRL? . . .”
“mmmmMMMPHhhhh!”
“TELL ME, . . . OR THE PLANTS GET IT.”
With a dozen varieties of rare South American Orchids just inches away, Ivy knew that the Batman meant business. While he would never use lethal force against a human, she knew that he was decidedly blood-thirsty when it came to plants. Thinking quickly she considered the possibility that cooperation might buy some leniency for her or her plants, or even a moment to escape.
The Batman carefully lifted his gauntleted hand from Ivy’s face. . .
“They’ve been drugged. Bio-toxins from my plants have left them in a delicate state, Batman. . . . The only cure is repeated release. . . sexual release.” She smiled coyly as she delivered the last line.
“I’M IN NO MOOD, IVY!!” he growled, severely tightening his grip on her slender frame.
“The Riddler’s Big Moment” 3:15am The Riddler’s boudoir room, in the Joker’s Ha Hacienda - LaughCo Toy Factory
Now the bulge at the front of the Riddler’s clingy green tights was unmistakable, and growing to all new proportions by the second, as his erection stiffened and hardened.
“But it gets better yet, Ladies!” the Riddler continued.
Stepping over to a large silky green curtain, the Riddler paused dramatically. Supergirl and Batgirl were loath to imagine what new horror awaited them behind the curtain, and so with a sigh of resignation, they waited for the Riddler’s to reveal what was behind the curtain.
“SWISSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!” With dramatic flare, the Riddler drew back the curtain to reveal the stunning image of the one and only WONDER WOMAN, with her belt removed, bound spread eagle on a sturdy steel armature. Hanging there, her statuesque form was breathtaking. “Yes, ladies, we have a new addition to our little group of captive heroines. Stepping closer to the obviously drugged and groggy crime fighter, the geeky Riddler’s lusty eyes drank in the amazing sight of the limp outstretched woman. His lusty gaze lingered on her star-spangled briefs, and her limp but magnificently muscled thighs.
“Isn’t she a sight for sore eyes? . . .” he mused idly. Stroking her naked thighs possessively, he reveled in his moment of absolute domination over the three most highly sought after women on the planet. For years to come, this moment would do wonders for the Riddler already megalomaniacal ego.
For her part, the groggy Amazon made no effort to resist his lurid advances. Reaching behind her, his hands explored her magnificent muscled buttocks. Sliding his hands eagerly over the soft silky shiny blue briefs, he squeezed and groped her plump buttocks to his heart’s delight, then gave them a quick spank.
“SWAP!” the sound echoed throughout the room, as her buttocks jiggled a quivered in response.
“OH MY, these glutes are GLORIOUS! Mmmmmmmmmmm . . . now I have all three of you to myself. . .” he said, savoring the moment. With all the delicious ripeness in this room, where will I start? . . . How about the delicious Batgirl?. . .”
Sidling up behind the delicious Batgirl, he nestled his wad up against the inviting curves of the underside of her perfect plump posterior, clad only in thin gray tights and a shiny blue-black thong. The daring thong pulled the gray Lycra ever so cleverly into the remarkably deep divide between her buttocks, holding the clingy thin fabric nicely against all the right curves. Nudging up against her, with a gentle circular hip action, he relished the utterly soft supple tenderness of the hottest ass in all of Gotham. And now it was all his for the taking. Then it happened.
Batgirl wriggled and pushed her sexy little Bat-ass back against him. As he felt the contours of her soft mythic “Vida-Guerra-like” ass crush seductively against his hips, and against his already stiff member, he was utterly overcome with the sheer perfection of the moment. Then as her bottom moved away again, he accidentally discharged the orgasm of a lifetime, without ever even laying a hand on his two libidinous captives. Expressions of mind-warping release played about on his face as the floodgates of the sexual anticipation of a lifetime came gushing forth, simultaneously granting him the greatest pleasure and the greatest disappointment of his criminal career. The distorted front of his clingy green tights now displayed a large unmistakable wet stain, as he spurted and jetted on and on.
In that moment, the glass mirror in the ceiling came crashing in, as the one and only BATMAN, descended into the room with his traditional flare. Landing in the middle of the Riddler’s water bed, his thunderous impact utterly burst the watery mattress, dousing the room, including Batgirl and Supergirl, and to a lesser extent, Wonder Woman, in an impromptu monsoon.
It was all too much for the Riddler to see all of his fantasies swept away in the space of 5 seconds. He slipped on the water and fell, and collapsing into the vast puddle on the floor, bumping his head, knocking him unconscious.
Batgirl and Supergirl however were instantly doused with nicely warm water, making both steamy heroines look like contestants in a wet T-shirt competition. Batgirl’s massive mammaries were awe inspiring. Supergirl was no better, as her smaller pointed breasts stood out like cones, with her young pink nipples rapidly hardening. Her clingy white top became instantly transparent, her soaking nipples clearly visible through the doused Lycra fabric. Meanwhile, Batgirl was standing there with her arms pulled tightly behind her back, and her breasts thrust forward invitingly, even the fierce Dark Knight couldn’t help but notice the way her orbs were now dripping shiny wet, as the fabric of her uniform had instantly been rendered transparent by the water.
Rising now to his full height, the imposing form of THE BATMAN unfurled his massive leathery wing-like cape, instantly dominating the room. Leaping to Batgirl’s side, he stood before her in all of his black armor-plated glory.
As he knelt quickly to untie Batgirl’s ankles, Supergirl asked excitedly, “How did you find us, Batman?”
Rapidly untying Batgirl’s ankles, he spoke quickly in a deep whispering tone, “The Riddler’s misleading riddles led me most of the way across town, to the abandoned Sand Timer Factory across the street, but there was nothing there. It was the sound of breaking glass that drew my attention here to the Laugh-Co factory.”
“That was Batgirl’s doing, Batman. She used a device from her utility belt to break the glass, to try to get someone’s attention.”
“Well done, Batgirl. That single act may have just saved both of your lives.” Then, after freeing Batgirl’s ankles, he hesitated for a moment. Then, still crouching, he continued with uncharacteristic uncertainty, “I . . . promised myself I’d ask you this the next time I saw you, Batgirl.” The Dark Knight paused awkwardly, still at the feet of the succulent dripping-wet Batgirl. “After this op, . . . would you . . . like to . . . go out . . . to dinner Saturday?” There it was. It was not smooth, or pretty, but somehow, he was proud that, however awkwardly, he’d finally gotten it out. Then he rose to face her.
But Batgirl’s only response was, “Mmmmphhh! MmMMpphhhh!”
Realizing his faux pas, the Batman quickly freed Batgirl from her bindings and her gag.
“Yes!” she replied with beaming enthusiasm, the instant she was free of the gag. Then she leapt into his arms, crushing her soaking wet breasts against his chest, and rubbing her comely legs against him as she gave him the kiss of a lifetime.
When the kiss finally ended. He nodded and did his best to return to his more familiar persona as the grim dark avenger of the night. “. . . Right.” Then leaping to Supergirl’s side he freed her from her bindings as well. Finally, he freed Wonder Woman from her armature. Then, only moments after entering, he kicked out the back door of the room, revealing the mighty and legendary BATMOBILE, waiting just outside, its powerful engine rumbling, while its jet turbine whined reassuringly.
Taking one groggy heroine over each of his broad shoulders, the BATMAN carried Batgirl and Supergirl toward the waiting escape vehicle. Then went back for Wonder Woman, slinging her magnificent form over one shoulder.
While outstandingly fit, Wonder Woman was larger than the other two heroines, and the Batman found that he had to wrap both hands around her thighs and the full swell of her bottom just to keep her on his shoulder.
The fit was a little tight in the cramped confines of the BATMOBILE’s cockpit, but there were admittedly, worse things in the world than a car full of wet groggy aroused superheroines. . .
As Penguin and the other villains banged on the door to see what was happening in the Riddler’s boudoir, the BATMOBILE engaged its afterburners, and screeched out of sight, just as a swarm of police cars arrived, light bars flashing and sirens blaring through the night sky.
**BATSPIN***
“Loose Ends” 4:15am THE BATCAVE
Batman, Batgirl, Supergirl, and the statuesque form of Wonder Woman were all present in the Batcave. Wonder Woman was reclining on an examination table gathering her strength. Batgirl and Supergirl waited near the Batcomputer, while the Batman concluded a conversation on the Bat-phone and hung up.
“That was Commissioner Gordon,” reported the Batman, as he hung up the red phone. “There’s good news, . . . and bad news.”
“Give us the good news first,” requested Batgirl.
“The Police were able to round up all of the Rogues Gallery at the LaughCo Toy factory. What’s more, Barbara, your father personally confiscated all of the video tapes showing you and Supergirl in . . . less than flattering situations. He is going to give them to us for safe keeping.”
“That is good news,” replied Supergirl. “What’s the bad news?”
“Ivy was right about the lethal bio-toxins in your bodies. The Batcomputer confirms the analysis. Most of the toxins have been burned off, but the current levels still may be life-threatening,” reported the Batman soberly. “Ivy must have specifically bio-engineered her plants so that they would create toxins that could only be dispelled by large amounts of the unique endorphins and pheromones that are naturally generated and released by the body during intimacy. I’ve had Alfred prepare rooms for each of you, here at the mansion, . . . to give you some privacy.”
“I don’t want privacy, Batman,” barked Batgirl with uncharacteristic candor. “Maybe it’s the Scarecrow’s anti-inhibitor drugs talking, but after a night of weird beams, joy-buzzers, and other contraptions, I don’t want to be alone. I want to be with someone. I need to be with someone who cares about me. I need some real affection and closeness.”
The Batman was silent as the import of what Batgirl was saying sank in.
“She’s right, Batman,” chimed in Supergirl, “With everything we’ve been through tonight, the last thing that either of us wants is to be locked up alone in isolation in our rooms. We need some real support.”
“I am still too groggy to focus properly, so I may require some assistance as well,” admitted the statuesque Amazon. “. . . Perhaps it is best, if we work through this difficult moment together. . . with people that we trust. After all, we trust eachother with our lives every day.”
Batgirl touched a small red button, mounted on a rough-hewn stone wall, and instantly a large bed with black silk sheets slid out from the wall of the Batcave. Then glancing up at him, Batgirl gave Batman, “the look.”
“Ladies, . . .” he replied defensively, “relations of the nature that you’re suggesting, are out of the question. You are all in a vulnerable state, under the influence of multiple judgment-impairing drugs and toxins, and all of you are probably in a state of post-traumatic shock. Beyond that, we work together in a close-knit team. Intercourse would be unwise, ill-advised, and completely inappropriate.”
“Who’s talking about intercourse, Batman?” With her tremendous strength slowly returning, Supergirl used one finger (with the strength of a locomotive) to push the Batman on the chest, so that he fell backwards into the silk sheets of the bed. “We’re suffering from life-threatening levels of bio-toxins in our bloodstream. We just need some ‘rescuing.’”
“You can use those skillful hands of yours for that,” added Batgirl..
A few moments later, Wonder Woman spoke up as well. “I have always had a great deal of respect for you, Batman. I am quite certain that I feel as uncomfortable about what we are proposing as you do. But who else can we trust, with a matter of this delicate, intimate nature? You possess the integrity, honor, and discretion required. If we cannot turn to you, with this delicate issue, to whom can we turn?”
She asked with a sincerity that took him off guard. As she spoke, the Dark Knight was moved by her words, but he also could not help but notice the remarkable curves of her wide womanly hips. Her statuesque majestic proportions were those of a Greek goddess.
“Well,” . . . said the Dark Knight, finally smiling as he slipped into millionaire playboy mode, “saving lives is what the Batman does . . .” and with that Batgirl and Supergirl crawled into bed with him with wide naughty smiles on their faces. Together, the two young heroines looked like nothing so much as panthers stalking their prey they all descended into the black silken sheets, each of them straddling one of his legs. A moment later, Wonder Woman joined them.
In short order, all three women were sufficiently rescued.
He loved the way that Supergirl opened her legs to him, and marveled at her sensitivity, as he groped her pert cheeky ass, her pointed chest, and slender shapely young legs, and rubbed the front panel of her panties, sending her into whinnying cries and fits of abject Kryptonian ecstasy. He marveled at the intensity of her Super-climax, as her back arched sharply, thrusting her breasts skyward, her youthful legs squeezing down on him.
“OH YEAH! YEAH!! UNNGHH!! GREAT SCOTT!! HUNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHH!!!…”
The Batman marveled at the full womanly curves of Wonder Woman’s body. The full curves of her large womanly breasts and broad star-spangled ass filled his hands fully and rewardingly. Her statuesque Amazonian body was amazing, as was the mounting heat of her libido. She too was responsive to the warmth of his touch. Soon the front panel of her panties was wet to the touch, as her full thighs and hips squirmed and wriggled seductively in the heat of her rising passion. Supergirl and Batgirl looked on in wonder, as the majestic icon of feminine strength, surrendered herself to her carnal needs, and to the indignities of a powerful orgasm. . .
“OHHHHHHHH!! Grrrrreat HERA!!! . . . UHHHHHHHHGGHHHHHHHhhhh!!! . . .”
But most of all, Batman enjoyed the chance to finally hold and pleasure the woman he was beginning to love. Finally getting his hands on Batgirl’s eager young body was the treasure of a lifetime. While the exchange with the other two women was a remarkable privilege and a unique experience between close friends, his connection with Batgirl was completely different, and so much more intense. Here, he longed for more than a “hands only” experience. With Batgirl, he sensed the potential for a much deeper connection. Her release at his hands was profound.
“Unngh-UNNGHH UNNGHH!! OH YESS!! OH GOD, YESSSS!! Unghh!! Unghh!! HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
Her cries echoed throughout the cave.
In short order, all three women were sufficiently rescued.
**BATSPIN***
“The Next Day” 7:45pm The Batcave
Bruce Wayne looked at the painting of his parents on the wall, and for the first time in a long time, he smiled at them. Stepped through the secret passage in his study, he slowly descended the dimly lit stairway leading down . . . down into the Batcave. At the first landing, he pressed his palm against the security scanner.
“ACCESS GRANTED”
Stepping inside the armor plated vault, he walked up to the chamber where his Bat-uniform was displayed under stark lights mounted above.
As he had on a thousand nights before, he pulled on his armor plated rubberized uniform, clipped his breastplate in place, pulled on his boots and gauntlets, selected the gear that he would carry into battle this night, secured his utility belt, and at last, donned the cowl of THE BATMAN.
Dressed as a demon of the night, he exited the vault, and glided silently down the stairway, as the haunting specter that he had become. Indeed he WAS the BAT.
Tonight villains would tremble before him. Force would be exercised in defense of justice, and horrible deeds would be averted before they could damage innocent lives forever.
As he embraced the persona of the Bat for yet another night, he reached the bottom of the stairway only to find a surprising sight displayed before him.
Batgirl. Svelte, seductive, fit, and tightly clad in a revealing skin-tight suit, she cut a provocative image, leaning against one of the railings of the Batcave, looking over the underground river where the Batboat was docked. Though her uniform was designed to resemble his own, the utter femininity of her skin-tight uniform was overwhelming and enchanting. The tiny thong was just the accent the suit needed to make her utterly irresistible. As his keen eyes took in the alluring sight before him, he also remembered that he was looking at one of the world’s leading criminologists, a brilliant computer scientist, a woman as devoted to fighting crime as her father, Commissioner Gordon, or the Batman himself. He already trusted her with his most precious secrets, and he relied on her in a thousand ways every night that he went out on patrol. Beyond this, she added a happiness to his life that he knew he never wanted to live without. And last night, for the first time, albeit under unusual circumstances, he had kissed her, and she had shared his bed.
“It’ll never be the same, you know.”
“Not at first,” he responded. “But in a few weeks things with Supergirl and Diana will return to normal. It will just be another adventure. One of many.”
“No, I mean between you and me.”
After a long pause, “Yes, . . . I know.”
“With all that was going on last night, I noticed that you didn’t kiss either of them, not on the mouth.”
“That would have sent the wrong message.”
“But you kissed me,” Batgirl observed, “. . . a lot!”
“That was different.”
“How so?”
“Different,” the Dark Knight replied bluntly.
“It’ll never be the same, you know.”
“I wouldn’t want to go back to the way it was,” he continued, stepping intimately close to her.
“Why not?” she asked, facing him, and putting her arms around him.
“Because its not what they would have wanted,” he answered, putting his arms around her narrow dainty waist, and resting his hands on her shapely hips. “. . . And more importantly, . . . Its not what I want.”
“What do you want?”
His only answer was a knowing smile, and a passionate kiss, as his hands slipped down to fondle her supple ass.
When the 5-alarm kiss ended, both were flushed and breathing deeply. . .
“I’m really looking forward to our date this weekend, Batman.”
“So am I, Batgirl,” and they resumed their kiss.
**BATSPIN*** EPILOGUE “The Bat-Man” Several months later - The Batcave - 5:30 am
The sleek black form of the legendary Batmobile rumbled into the Batcave right on schedule at 5:30am. As its turbines slowly wound down, the Batmobile’s onboard computers automatically began their “download sync” with the cave’s main Batcomputer. Peering through the Batmobile’s canopy, the weary crime fighter spied the alluring form of his wife and partner, BATGIRL/ Barbara Gordon Wayne, on the Batcave’s upper level. She was bent over the main console of the Batcomputer, apparently lost in her work. Her short shiny blue-black cape hung over to one side of her body, handsomely displaying the girl’s luscious bottom, encased in a form-fitting gray Lycra suit and a daring blue-black thong. After this evening’s events, she was indeed a sight for sore eyes.
With a faint hydraulic whine, the Batmobile’s blue-black armor-plated canopy slid forward and locked into position to reveal the familiar cowled form of the Batman, who easily rose from the cockpit and leapt out. His vast leathery cape unfurled as he moved forward, revealing his sleek sculpted black body armor. Glancing up as he approached the main console of the Batcomputer, he continued to revel in the tempting view of his bride and partner, still standing before the computers controls. She was beautiful as always, giving the Dark Knight something to look forward to after each night’s combat. As he grew closer, his jaw went slack at the increasingly delightful view.
The smooth gently curved flanks of her supple softly rounded bottom, stirred primal feelings in the normally cool-headed detective. The swell of her hips, and the daring thong which neatly bisected her perfect bottom only accentuated the girl’s curvaceous form. The thong neatly pulled the smooth stretchy gray Lycra of Batgirl’s uniform deep into the cleft of between her buttocks, leaving little of the beauty of her physique to the imagination. After devouring the forms of her gray buttocks with his eyes, the Batman’s attention was drawn to the plunging lines of her narrow thong, which led his eyes ever downward, where it disappeared between her plump ass cheeks, then reappeared over the furtive contours of her pubic mound, just visible below her buttocks and between her thighs. The overall effect of seeing the girl from behind was hypnotizing, and the Batman suspected that his partner’s conspicuous pose was meant as a none-too-subtle message to him, that the evening’s “adventures” were not quite over.
“Alfred?” the dark knight asked Batgirl, curious to learn the whereabouts of their faithful friend and butler.
“I gave him the night off,” Batgirl responded, still facing the main screen of the Batcomputer.
“Robin?” he continued.
“Staying over at a friend’s house,” she replied.
“So, . . .we have the cave to ourselves?” the Batman confirmed, as he stepped up behind Batgirl, his hips pressing up against her tempting backside, her soft flesh molding against him. “Then it sounds like an excellent time for us to try some ‘advanced training.’” As the Batman pressed himself up against her, Batgirl could easily detect the long hard outline of the Dark Knight’s manhood wedging neatly along the long deep groove between her buttocks. She smiled to herself with satisfaction, as she realized how quickly the legendary Dark Knight had responded to her subtle queues.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” Batgirl replied mischievously, as she wriggled her bottom against him. “Advanced training, huh? What did you have in mind?”
“Endurance training,” he responded, still maintaining his grim stalwart tone.
“Really? . . .”
“Yes. In order to maximize the effectiveness of the training, we’ll need to proceed without any unnecessary equipment.”
Finally, Batgirl turned to face her lover. He eyed the front panel of her thong, framed invitingly by her soft thighs. His closeness, and his decidedly playful tone put a distinct tingle in the air.
“No equipment, huh? So I won’t be needing this?” she asked as she unbuckled the utility belt that was slung low on her hips, and then dropped it to the floor.
Next, she dipped a delicate gloved hand low, using her fingers to trace the long unmistakable outline of his manhood, clearly evident through his uniform. The dimensions of the thing were always astonishing to Batgirl, and tonight was no different.
“You know, Supergirl warned me about you,” teased Batgirl. “She said, ‘Keep after him. There’s a warm affectionate guy deep down in there somewhere.’”
“Did she? . . .”
Laying the helpless girl out on the bed, Batman began to unbuckle his own utility belt. This would be a well-earned reward for the night’s long work. Batgirl’s slick red lips parted in a tempting moan as the Dark Knight stripped out of his armor. The girl’s writhing motions were now driving him to distraction. Batman marveled at the wonders of Lycra. For while Batgirl remained fully clothed, she was perhaps even more enticing now than had she been entirely naked.
In moments he was free of the armor and slid into the sheets with Batgirl. Shamelessly the Batman’s hands devoured her body, groping every inch of her with abandon. Slowly unfastening and unzipping her, he peeled off the girl’s form-fitting uniform, like a child unwrapping a Christmas present. Next the Batman slid in behind the impossibly tempting form of Batgirl, so that he “spooned” her nearly naked physique. The feeling of her soft tender skin was electrifying, and soon his powerful erection was neatly wedged along the groove between her buttocks.
“So tell me,” Batgirl continued, “did you have any feelings for me before the night at LaughCo?”
After a pause, “I always had feelings for you, from pretty early on, . . . but as the Bat, I didn’t allow myself to act on them. I put it out of my mind.”
“So what changed?”
“We’ve covered all of this before, Barbara. . .” the Batman protested.
“I know, but I like to hearing about it,” she replied.
“Alfred helped me see what my parents really wanted for me. That changed everything. It gave me permission to do things differently, . . . to allow the ‘Man’ part of the Batman to have some feelings. . . and a life. Its what I’ve always wanted, but I thought it would let THEM down. I couldn’t bear that.”
“And now you see it differently?”
“Mmmm-hmmm.” Now reaching underneath her, the Batman’s large hands groped Batgirl’s perfect soft bottom.
“So it was all Alfred?” Batgirl asked, disappointed that she didn’t play a larger role in the momentous turn around.
“. . . Well, that tiny little blue thong that you started wearing a few days before didn’t hurt either,” he admitted with a mischievous knowing smile, causing Batgirl to grin proudly, happy to hear that her efforts at getting his attention had not gone unnoticed. Now Bruce leaned in and met her lips in a passionate kiss. From there, conversations were over. Batgirl gave no resistance, as they collapsed into the sheets. Then he began suckling her luscious naked nipples and breasts.
25 minutes of foreplay later, Batgirl’s sharp pointed breasts thrust skyward as the Dark Knight’s member deeply impaled her. His balls bounced off of her plump rotund buttocks, as he lanced deeply into her.
“UNNGH! UNNGH! UUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!”
Joy leapt through Batgirl’s loins as it had on many occasions before, but with the Batman, each time seemed to be more intense and meaningful than she had ever before known it.
A few minutes later, after she had recovered sufficiently, Batgirl’s svelte form knelt straddling the Batman’s feet. Forging ahead, the nymph-faced Batgirl slid her nimble fingers into the opening at the front of the Batman’s bulging shorts, and withdrew the long throbbing veiny structure that was his manhood. Like the rest of his body, it was impressive.
Next, Batgirl, gently parting her soft lips, slowly took the head of the structure into her warm wet welcoming mouth. As her soft silken lips wrapped around him, the humid confines of her mouth engulfed him, and the Batman let out a low sigh of pleasure, as a decidedly satisfied smile crossed his visage. It was then that Barbara/Batgirl began skillfully sucking and slurping on her partner, with one hand sliding back and forth along his shaft, while the fingers of her other hand delicately fondled his ball sack. At the same time, her hot wet tongue skillfully and cleverly adored and massaged his most sensitive areas.
She did not mind her chore in the slightest. She skillfully and enthusiastically went about her work, happy in the knowledge that she was bringing her lover all the sexual pleasure and satisfaction that any partner could hope for. Now her hand was furiously but skillfully jerking off the Batman’s massive member. Moments later, her strenuous efforts were rewarded, as his seed ejaculated all over her cowled face, splattering her perfect refined features in a voluminous dose of his gooey wet Bat-cum. . .
Afterwards, she gently coaxed the last few sticky oozing droplets of gooey cum from his stalk, with slow gentle strokes, taking pride in the resounding success of her amorous efforts. Shortly after, his massive muscled physique collapsed exhausted into the sheets.
When the Bruce woke up in bed, he was alone. Assuming that Barbara had gone upstairs to the mansion, he got back into his Batman uniform, and went to the central area of the BATCAVE. Here, he found a pleasant surprise, the seductive form of the lovely Batgirl, stretched out across the hood of one of the older Batmobiles, the one sporting twin bubble canopies, triple rocket launchers, and distinctive red striping.
Spying her svelte sexy form, wearing only her cowl, gloves, boots, a tiny shiny blue/black thong, and a flirty mischievous, yet innocent expression, the Batgirl cut an image that was impossible to ignore or resist. Lying on her stomach, with her legs kicking idly behind her, she was positioned so that the Batman could take in the spectacular view of her tantalizing thonged ass. It was an invitation that could not be denied.
As he walked slowly over to her scantily clad form, his eyes utterly devoured her, in a moment that he knew he would remember for the rest of his life. As he got closer, Batgirl rolled over on one side, revealing a delightful view of her delectable thighs, where they framed the tiny “V-shaped” front panel of her tight shiny thong.
“What took you so long to wake up?” Batgirl began, “I was beginning to think that--”
The Batman cut off Batgirl’s sentence with a kiss, as his hand slipped behind her to grope her plump tender bottom shamelessly. It was so soft, so cool and inviting, so satisfying in his hand, so right.
“Mmmmmmm-MMMMMmmmmmmmmm!” Batgirl replied through the kiss.
In no time the Dark Knight was on top of her, and soon the two lovers were rolling about all over the legendary Batmobile’s hood. For some reason, the combination of Batgirl’s naked flesh, with the tiny accents of her thong, cowl, gloves, and boots pushed all of the Batman’s buttons. Soon he mounted her from the front, climaxing her. Then Batgirl got up on all fours, on the hood of the Batmobile, and an appreciative Batman, impaled her thonged womanhood from behind, his powerful hands on her hips, pulling him harder to him. Occasionally he would reach around and fondle her impossibly soft swinging breasts as they swung enticingly under her. The mighty BATMOBILE rocked and squeaked as the lovemaking continued, but the shock absorbers nicely cushioned their gyrations.
Later, Batgirl took a position, lying face-down again on the hood, with her legs together. At first he slid his manhood along the groove between her pert buttocks. Then fitting his member into the tight space between her thighs and buttocks, but without technically entering her, he began thrusting hard against her perfect plump pert ass. Soon his enthusiastic efforts were well rewarded, as he discharged heavily and resoundingly between her legs, wiping his residue all over her perfect exposed flanks.
The Batmobile was going to need to be washed. . .
When the heat of events had slowed somewhat, the two climbed back into bed. Batgirl climbed up on top of him. Leaning forward, the Batman eyed Batgirl’s massive breasts as they hung on ample display before his eyes. Then he placed his hand on her perfect upturned bottom.
Finally, she spoke, “Let’s do it again. . . “
Bruce responded, “What did you have in mind?”
“A change of pace.”
After several minutes of impassioned groping, the Batman felt like a change of pace too, so throwing her nearly naked form over one shoulder, he decided to try another form of the “advanced training.”
Batgirl found herself tied hand and foot in the Batcave’s custom-made room for escape practice. She was tied spread-eagle on the large metal armature, nearly naked, except for her boots, gloves, cowl, and thong. At a computer station nearby, Batgirl could see the Batman busily examining the image of a detailed computer file that appeared on the monitor before him:
It was both shocking and thrilling to see such detailed files of her sexual proclivities displayed on the Batcomputer screen in the training room. When the Batman noticed her stirring she walked over to her and began slowly and skillfully massaging and stroking her naked flanks and thighs as he applied a smooth warm oil to her toned skin. Soon Batgirl was alive with desire. After several minutes of this “torture,” she begged for a release.
Reaching down to her utility belt he removed a small yellow cylinder which was mounted there. “W-what are you doing?” she asked nervously. Smiling he twisted the device and immediately it began to rapidly vibrate. . .
“So you still carry a vibrator with you as part of your utility belt equipment?” the Batman asked with an amused expression. Batgirl could only look away, as she blushed. “Let’s see if it works.” Lowering the device, he placed it between her legs and pressed it against the front of her Batgirl uniform, several inches below her utility belt. Immediately the girl’s eyes closed and her wet lips parted in a nearly silent gasp! . . After a few moments, she broke free from her reverie briefly to try pulling at her chains, but soon relented. As he began moving the vibrator against the front of her womanhood in a slow circular motion, she again became lost in her reverie, as warm pleasing sensations began to intensify between her legs. Her entire body began slowly squirming. In short order she began breathing heavily, her large pointed breasts heaving temptingly in his face, her seductive eyes gazing longingly into his.
Using the device with characteristic skill, he stimulated her mercilessly. Her feelings of desire gradually swelled until she found herself insane with lust and pleasure, desperate for release. Sensing her need, the Batman’s ministrations slowly intensified until the feelings between the young heroine’s legs finally reached a crescendo and a breaking point. At last, an overwhelming rush of intense pleasure exploded within her. As her anxious waiting came to an end, and rapture overwhelmed her, Batgirl shook violently in her metal bindings, rattling the sturdy armature, her teeth bared in passion, until at last the powerful swell of pleasurable sensations subsided.
Immediately, the Batman dropped the vibrator, and crushed his bulging manhood aggressively against her hips, grasping her generous buttocks intensely, one cheek grasped tightly in each hand as he pulled her hard against him, in a passionate kiss. After a long slow groping passionate kiss, he separated from her and walked away, moving around the columns until he appeared again between the columns, directly behind her.
As she peered at him over her shoulder, he approached her from behind, and pulled her tiny cape up and out of the way, to reveal the succulent form of her handsome womanly buttocks. Sidling up behind her, he pressed his hardened manhood up and down along the deep groove between her buttocks, as his hands groped her impossibly pointed breasts. Soon her movements matched his slow but insistent thrusting motion, her eyes half-closed in dreamy ecstasy.
Suddenly, the Batman secured a tight ball-gag in her perfect mouth. Mmmphing and pmmphing profusely, Batgirl put on a dazzlingly display of erotic wriggling for her partner.
But now his thrusting against her ass became more and more frenzied, and soon she knew that he must enter her in earnest. Positioning himself carefully, he found the small opening and mounted her from behind, pushing slowly into the depths of her core. In no time they were thrusting together like a wild beast, his hard hips repeatedly ramming the underside of her soft pliant tender buttocks, pistoning in and out of her incessantly. Batgirl was whimpering like a banshee through her gag as he groped her large breasts. The rutting and thrusting continue for some time, as the Batman’s hips pummel Batgirl’s soft yielding, plupping ass. The sound sounds of her chains jingling against the columns, filled their ears until finally, they came . . . together. It was the most intense rapture either of them had ever experienced, and together they marveled as its terrible glory enveloped them, his voluminous seed emptying deep within her hot wet core.
When the throes of her orgasm finally came to an end, Batgirl hung limp in her bindings. After a few minutes, she was able to regain her composure, so the Batman released her from her bindings, and placing an arm around her, and helped to support her until he was sure her post-orgasmic legs could support her weight.
Deep in the darkest recess of the legendary Batcave, the young beautiful Batgirl was bent over the port wing of the Bat-jet, wearing only her cowl, gloves, boots, and a daring pair of silky thong panties. Batgirl was bent over at the waist, leaning far over the port wing of the legendary Batwing.
“Take me from behind. . .” she begged him. Looking at that ass of hers, he knew that he couldn’t resist. Crushing his member hard against the soft cleft between her ass cheeks, he rapidly became excited. . .
She did him credit by sticking her ass back out at him, offering it to him. . . as Batman took her commandingly from behind. Batman shoved himself deep into Batgirl’s ass, impaling her womanhood.
The Batman mounted her perfect ass from behind, and began thrusting his hips insistently into her quivering backside. With every impact of his hips against her naked flanks, came a gentle meaty slapping sound, as he sent her flesh rippling with energy. Meanwhile a look of supreme peace, calm, control, happiness, and ecstasy covered her face.
“UNNGH, Ohhh! Unghh! Batman! Ohh!… Unngh! . . .Unghh! Yeah! So…good! Unghh!! Yess! . . . UUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!”…
Now she was stripped down to her cowl, gloves, and a daring pair of black thong panties. She wriggled pitifully before him, and he reveled in his absolute power over her.
Now he was humping her in earnest, his member eagerly sliding through her tight wet core, impaling her, his hips slapping against the underside of her soft quivering ass. . .
“SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! …”
He repeatedly slammed his hips against the underside of her perfect jiggling, quivering thonged ass, as he pulled her wide hips toward him with each thrust. She rode him hard like a powerful horse. . . “Sooo deeeeep.”
A look of intense vigor crossed her face as she braced herself against his relentless hammering assault on her curvaceous quivering backside, glancing back toward him, loving every second of it, amazed by the intensity and ferocity of his onslaught. His each and every thrust eliciting a feint cry of submission from her, as his steely member rutted her soft wet cove, and his hips hammered her buttocks. . . .”Sooooo big.”
“DON’T STOP!” she begged.
“Don’t worry,” he thought, he had no desire to cease this most passionate of moments. But such a vigorous onslaught must find it resolution. And soon it did.
Soon the growing pleasures within Batgirl’s mound reached a crescendo that was beyond her comprehension. It was too much to fathom, impossible to contain. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!! Batgirl came like a freight train, as a devastating orgasm finally detonated inside her. As the merciless onslaught of pleasure washed over her, it shook her delicate frame, causing her to tremble and cry out in desperate passionate release, “Aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”
In response, with one final resolute thrust, the Batman slammed his hips hard up against Batgirl’s soft yielding feminine ass, crushing himself against her, burying himself deep inside her hot slick spasming, welcoming core. And there at last he came, jetting his hot seed deep into her, as he grunted in a mind-rending release. He erupted with a torrent of hot jetting fluid.
Squeezing her soft tits and ass. . . he finally unloaded his jizz. For a long perfect moment, he joined his partner in bliss. His mind and body reeled as a cavalcade of delightful pleasures transported him to another world. The tensions and fears of a lifetime released and expelled in a moment of loving bliss. Again and again his body surged and spurted deep within her, as she contracted in rhythmic pulses around him.
After going so long without this kind of love or intimacy, it all felt so right, his hardness crushed up against her softness. His probing thrusting stalk crushed between her buttocks, embraced by her warm slick core. Peace. Love. What he had always sought and never found.
As the hot jets of fluid continued to flow deep within her, Batgirl rode the wave of her orgasm, and now her tiny delicate lithe form quivered and trembled, as the ecstasy of a lifetime ripped though her body, emanating from its bright source between her legs, it filled her with guilty pleasures, that flowed and sparkled through every inch her body, even out to her toes and fingertips. Together the lovers savored the rapture of the moment, forever.
Then, at long last, when the fury of the moment had finally subsided, and both lovers had returned to earth, he slowly withdrew his massive grateful member, still slick with their juices, and wiped his heavy wet cock off, rubbing it lovingly over the curves of her perfect young ass…
Batgirl wanted to say something clever in response, but all she could manage was, “Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggghh.”
As I observed their passionate antics on surveillance monitors #12, 14, and 22, in my butler’s quarters, I thought to myself, that this Barbara Gordon might well be as good for Master Bruce as I had always suspected.
THE END