Batgirl hated going to Arkham Asylum. Not only were the inmates the vilest criminals in Gotham City, but most of the men had been incarcerated for years, many by her, and they hadn't had sex with a woman in all that tame. They were ravenous. She could see it in their eyes as she walked through the cellblock, the men pressed against the bars, staring at her curvaceous form in her skin-tight costume, drooling at the outline of her crotch. It always made her feel uncomfortably vulnerable.
But she had to go there today. The word was that the Joker knew who had killed Gotham's newest superheroine, the courageous Cowgirl, who had disappeared a week earlier, and he was willing to talk, but only to Batgirl. The odds were that it was only some sort of sick joke, but if the Joker had information, Batgirl had to take that chance.
She was escorted to the supervillain's cell. She was always surprised to see him in an orange prison jumpsuit, without his trademark purple outfit. But he still looked fiendishly malevolent. He gave her that famous chilling grin.
"Good to see you, Batcunt. We don't spend enough quality time together."
"Can it, Joker. I'm here for one reason. You say you have information on Cowgirl. I want to know who killed her."
"Always to the point, aren't you Batgirl, just like your nipples. As a matter of fact I do know who killed her. I did."
"You? Impossible. You've been in Arkham this whole time."
"You doubt my word? Here, let me show you."
The Joker pulled a trunk from underneath his cot and opened it. Inside was the lifeless body of Cowgirl. The breasts that had given her super-strength had been cut off, and her pussy was impaled on the horn of a Brahma bull. Batgirl recoiled in horror."
"You monster---but how? You've been locked up in Arkham."
"I've been in Arkham, yes, but hardly locked up."
The Joker took out a remote control device, and pressed a button. Instantly all the cell doors in the prison opened, and the prisoners poured out. Batgirl gasped. Somehow the Joker had taken control of Arkham, and now she was trapped inside with hundreds of horny inmates.
"And now, Batcunt, let's have some fun!" This was Batgirl's biggest nightmare. She knew how her sexuality could entrance opponents, but against hundreds of horny supervillains, it would only cause their passions to flame into an inferno.
The masked red-head had no time for terror, she had to escape. She made a dash for the West exit, but was blocked by a stampede of prisoners. She spun around towards the East, only to see another mob of prisoners pouring in. She would have to fight her way out.
Batgirl flew into a full dervish mode of somersaults and handsprings, her breasts bobbing and stretching, her fiery red hair whipping about, as she unleashed a low spinning kick to the ankles that swept a few insane convicts off their feet. She threw an elbow to an onrushing brutes jaw, pushing off his face to propel a flying kick to another opponent's head, then she used her fallen foe as a human shield to block another attack. Her steely muscles powered every punch and chop with spring-loaded intensity.
But the inmates came from all directions and the brave Batgirl could not fight them all off, as she began to tire, and weaken, struggling to dodge their blows. A punch to the back of her head staggered her, leaving her open for a body shot that jack-knifed her. Another gut punch knocked the wind from her completely, followed by an uppercut to her hanging tit that almost tore it off. Her screams of fury became howls of pain. Her teeth were red from the blood pooling in her mouth. A knee to the groin caused her to shrivel up in a paroxysm of agony. She slumped forward but the inmates caught her and held her up for an extended beating. The superheroine was wounded now, and the wolves were coming in for the kill. She was woozy and wobbly but still instinctively covered up her beautiful face as punches rained from all directions, beating her to a pulp.
Then the gargantuan figure of Bane bulled his way through the crowd.
"Bah! I must be the one to kill the Bat!" he growled.
He grabbed her like she was a rag doll and racked her face back and forth across the cell bars like he was grating cheese. He sandwiched her supple body so that her feet were behind her head, and then lifted her up as easily as if she were a paperclip, and spiked her cunt first onto the point of his knee.
"Owwwwwww!!!" she howled in an explosion of pussy pain.
"Hold it Bane, we don't want to kill her before we've had our fun, do we?" admonished the Joker. "Why don't you do the honor of fucking her first."
Wearing his own signature costume and skull mask, the pumped-up supervillain Bane dug his fingers into the Bat insignia atop the beautiful young Batgirl's shiny purple costume, and tore off her top, exposing her perfectly formed breasts, great womanly jugs sloping into a warrior's steely pectorals. Barbara Gordon had always been proud of her ripe round mammaries; as Batgirl, she was always thrusting her chest out to show them off. Their globular perfection was the closest thing Batgirl possessed to a true superpower, capable of reducing men to jelly; she'd even caught the grim-faced Batman staring sometimes. But now, stripped to the waist, she wished her teats were hidden, for she could practically feel a hundred pairs of eyes staring hungrily, and it made her feel vulnerable, even as her nipples began to harden.
"M-m-man, look at those tits!"
"Fuck, she could give Power Girl a run for her money!"
"Lookin' good, babe! Lookin' real good!"
"Git me summa dat!"
The echoes of their catcalls reverberated throughout the cells, as inmates on either side of the helpless heroine desperately reached out to grope her breasts, but Bane pushed them aside, reserving the honor for himself. The monumental supervillain cupped her tits in his massive hands, feeling their firm warm weight, and he began to squeeze, and squeeze some more, building the pressure, till he was crushing them like sponges, then he lifted the busty crimebuster off the floor by her tits, her legs kicking wildly in the air, eliciting cheers from the trouser-tented inmates. Batgirl clutched at Bane's wrists, but was unable to break the behemoth's vise-like grip. Bane twisted her aching knobs, as if he were turning up her torment to 11.
"AIIIIIIIIIIIYEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Batgirl's wails of pain seemed to fill Bane like a serum as his fingers dug deeper into her massive melons as if in an attempted mastectomy, their enormous size only meaning that her agony was that much greater. Once again, the Joker came to her rescue.
"That's enough, Bane ol' boy. Leave some for the rest of us."
Bane dropped her to the floor, and Batgirl cradled her throbbing breasts, which were red as her hair. Batgirl had taken some tit-shots before, but she had never known such searing pain as this.
While she was down, Bane grabbed her famous utility belt, snapped it in half, and threw it away---and along with it, the last chance she had for any hope for escape from this ominous prison.
The once mighty Batgirl was totally helpless now, naked from the waist up, save for her mask. The musculature that was only suggested beneath the fabric of her costume stood chiseled in all its glory, her abs still hard despite the pummeling they took, though there were some bruises forming on her sides. Batgirl knew that beating was only the beginning of her ordeal, as she was facing more punishment then she'd ever endured in her life, and the Dark Damsel inadvertently let out a girlish whimper of fear.
The brave beautiful crimefighter gathered herself, and fought back, launching a kick to Bane's groin, but Batgirl was battered and weak, and her kick was feeble. Bain caught her by the ankle as easily as if he was catching a butterfly. Then he scooped up the Dominoed Daredoll's other ankle, and spread her legs apart like a wishbone, and lifted his boot above her wide open crotch.
Batgirl's eyes widened in horror, and she desperately tried to break free, but she was helpless in Bane's grasp, and the titanic assassin stomped down savagely onto the delicate mound of her vulva.
"WAAUGGKK!"
Flares of fire shot forth from her pussy, as Batgirl rolled around on the ground clutching her groin and moaning in humiliating fashion in front of her howling foes, who kicked her in the head, side and ass as she rolled by. Batgirl groaned some more, coughing up blood.
"Wassamatter Bats? Cunt can't take it?"
"Yeah! Let's see how much the cunt CAN take!"
The prisoners swarmed the helpless heroine, pinning her arms above her head and choking her. Then they tore off her boots, triggering a tug o' war between a pair of foot fetishists. Clawing and pawing at her body, they ripped off Batgirl's shiny purple leotard, hooting and hollering with every exposed inch of shapely limbs. They were dancers legs, perfectly toned, but as much as the plucky Batgirl bucked in defiance, they were pitifully powerless against the mob.
Now only the thinnest wisp of a black lace panty stood between Batgirl's precious femininity and the ravenous inmates of Arkham.
The cloth was already damp.
Bane could have snapped Batgirl's panties in the blink of an eye, but the brute showed surprising delicacy as he pulled them up so they wedged into her pussy, scraping it up and down against her crack like the bow of a violin, pulling it higher and tighter until it finally snapped like a silk rubber band.
There revealed before the slobbering mass was Batgirl's glorious vagina---a perfect camel-toe, shaved smooth and baby soft. Some inmates creamed right there.
As the comely young crimefighter lay naked and helpless before her mortal enemies, Batgirl wondered if this was how she was to meet her demise, in the lowest form of degradation. Would she, Barbara Gordon, the beautiful and brilliant daughter of the police commissioner, honors student at all the best schools, and defender of all that was virtuous as the reknowned superheroine Batgirl, be fucked to death by Gotham City's most vicious criminals in the bowels of Arkham Asylum?
She was clad only in the purple and black mask with the winged eye-holes that transformed bookish Barbara Gordon into the Dynamic Damsel, Batgirl. Though Batgirl's face was disguised, her pussy was on full display. It was the way every patient in the madhouse had dreamed of seeing her: naked and helpless, with her wrists handcuffed to the cell bars above her head.
Nobody wanted Batgirl more than Bane. Bane appreciated fighting femmes, and he had always burned for the cute red-headed spitfire from Gotham City. To the humongous soldier of fortune, Batgirl's exposed pussy was a treasure more precious than any he had seen before.
Bane was naked too except for his mask. He towered above Batgirl like one of the Great Pyramids, his cock like an obelisk, his big hairy balls seething with vital hormonal secretions. He was not only impossibly tall, but also impossibly wide, with shoulders like barbells, and the girth of his massive member was what registered with Batgirl more than its length. Her aperture seemed miniature just then. She winced just looking at him.
"It's too big!" she thought. "It'll never fit!"
With his cock standing almost at her eye-level, the evil supervillain faced the bound superheroine.
"You are the Batman's woman."
"No, I'm not," she spat, though Barbara and Bruce were in fact lovers.
"You are a pretty little liar," he said, grabbing her by the chin and smushing her cheeks so he could look her straight in the eye. "I will fuck you so hard I will make you forget the Batman even exists."
Batgirl stared at Bane defiantly just to show him that nobody was better than Batman.
And yet.Bane had beaten Batman in battle, broken him body and soul, reduced him to a pathetic crawling cripple. Bane was bigger and stronger than Batman, and his cock and balls were bigger too, as Bane's package made Batman's seem positively shrunken. And now Bane was about to make Batman's woman HIS woman.
Batgirl's sex oozed with moisture.
Bane put his hands beneath Batgirl's firm gluteal muscles and gave an even firmer squeeze. Her ass was so perfect it seemed fake. Then Bane hoisted Batgirl up so that her knees draped over his elbows as she hung by her wrists from a crossbar, and he pressed his manhood against her womanhood in a frottage that inflamed them both.
Bane's cock-head was as big as a doorknob, and he rubbed it against the shiny wet folds of Batgirl's slit to lubricate it. Her vulva was already tender from the punishment it had taken, and she was extra sensitive to every touch.
"Nnnnnnn...."
The heat in the cellblock was rising with the temperatures of the prisoners. Batgirl looked out at the lurid faces of the killers and rapists, freaks and monsters, full of pent up frustration from their years of incarceration, panting, salivating, masturbating, ogling her pussy and egging Bane on.
Bane hardly needed the incentive as his lust was like a freight train. He positioned his massive member at the entrance to her sex, and Batgirl closed her tearful eyes and braced for the inevitable.
From the moment Bane first saw her hourglass silhouette soaring above the rooftops of Gotham City, he had envisioned this scenario: Batgirl beaten and naked, arms pinned and legs spread, her twat trembling at his cock-point.
Bane knew that Batgirl's picture perfect pussy was more than just youthfully tight and wet. She had honed it to perfection by clenching and unclenching her Kegel muscles a thousand times a day, and she had mastered all of the Tantric arts with the Batman.
But Bane was pure raw power, wielding a cock rocket. Bane poked the cylindrical point of his conquering penis into Batgirl's tiny hidden crevice, and screwed his way inside, turning and rocking, inexorably plowing forward, pulling her in by the hips, parting her vaginal walls like Moses parting the Red Sea, spreading them wider and wider, as he kept cramming his organ in, opening her up to the very core, till her crevice became a canyon, stretching her youthful pliant skin to the point of tearing.
"Gasp! AIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Batgirl's squeals thrilled the frenzied spectators, who loved seeing the glamorous model-looking heroine turned into a sleazy sex toy.
"YEAHHH! Take it all, bitch!"
It felt like they were violating her all at once.
But Batgirl had bigger problems. Nothing like this had ever entered her before. She'd never been spread so deep or so wide. She was wrapped tighter than the tightest drum around him, so that she could feel the veins pulsing in his cock. Her twat squeezed his joystick, waxing it on and off, electrifying his animal lust. Bane ignored the crowd; he was blind and deaf to all but Batgirl and the roar of his own passions.
Bane slammed her ass against the metal bars, Batgirl's elastic body bouncing back and forth, as he sandwiched her in an out like an accordion. The superheroine in the purple mask squirmed with each savage thrust of his poon harpoon.
As Bane's pumping became faster and harder, Batgirl's petite frame was buffeted like a dinghy in a hurricane, smashed by wave after wave of pure demonic power, riding his cock like a bucking bronco with her knees above her head and her ta-tas bouncing like pom-poms.
"Yeah baby! Work that thang!"
Their fierce fucking obliterated everything beyond the passion of two alpha hominids doing it hard.
"Batman could never fill me like Bane!" she thought, and immediately felt shame. Was she betraying Batman, or was her body betraying her? "But I've never been fucked like this before! It's driving me wild!"
She caught herself again. What was happening to her? Was she getting off being raped in public? Had she secretly longed for this moment from the day she put on the mask?
"I can't help myself! I---I'm gonna cum!"
"AAAHHHAAAAYYYUUUHHH---YAAAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
She arched her spine as her eyes rolled back in her head. The crowd went wild.
Her cries were like a dose of Venom to Bane, but he needed the real thing, and the mighty villain injected himself with a vial of his super serum.
Venom-laced super blood surged into his veins, and Bane roared with power as the serum took effect. His pupils dilated and his bones shook and his adrenals churned and his muscles blew up like popcorn and his phallus swelled up like a loaf of bread, stretching Batgirl's pussy at the seams, as her cries of ecstasy turned into screams of pain.
"YYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHH!!!!"
With unholy power, Bane drove his oak-hard battering ram deep into her distended abdomen, smashing her, pounding her---WHAM! BAM! POW!---Bane was breaking her, splitting her in two. Could even Batgirl's magnificent vagina withstand such punishment?
"Must use---Tantric techniques---or I'll be torn apart!"
With her tissues tearing, the sweat glistening across her taut skin in beads and rivulets, Batgirl stopped resisting the vile violation. The delicate beauty emptied her mind, relaxed every muscle and surrendered to the seismic shocks radiating from her groin, becoming one with Bane's cock, divorcing her ego from her body to achieve ecstatic consciousness.
With her mind and body surrendered, and her pussy shrink-wrapped around Bane's monstrous boner, the curvy crimefighter exploded into an endless super orgasm. Batgirl's aria of release wailed above the hysterical hooting of the mob.
"AAAAAIIIIYEEEEEEEOWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Convicts stared in disbelief at the gorgeous superheroine writhing on Bane's cock. The scene of Bane fucking Batgirl was so hot it made them feel like they were dreaming.
"You go, slut!"
"I can't believe she's taking him!"
"Batcunt! Batcunt! Batcunt!"
"FuckingBatgirlfuckingBatgirlfuckingBatgirl" was Bane's only thought. He couldn't fuck her fast enough. The sweat pouring from every pore couldn't cool his overheated engine, as Bane's meteoric passion was burning him up. His cock was so hard that it hurt. He was ready to burst.
He reared back, and sling-shotted his hips into her, his horse-cock blasting apart her cervix. Firing both balls, Bane exploded with semen, shooting a geyser of cum into Batgirl's fertile womb, his body freezing mid-paroxysm and hanging there, as he squeezed out every last drop of sperm like wringing a teabag, his features contorting behind his skull mask as he cried out in guttural ecstasy.
"GAAAHHHHKAAAAAAAAHHHCHEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHKK!"
After he had emptied his seed into her, Bane took a few deep lungfuls of air and slowly withdrew his rod from her sopping slit.
Batgirl breathed her own sigh of relief as her battered pussy contracted, and she slumped in her handcuffs, wholly fucked, her true nature revealed, in a state of total degradation.
Batgirl in Arkham: Part 2 by Rolls Royster
Bane snapped off the cuffs chaining Batgirl to the cell bars as easily as if he was plucking a leaf from a tree. Then the marble-muscled supervillain held up the balloon-breasted superheroine with his huge palm gripping the small of her back, displaying her like a prize trophy.
"Behold the mighty Batgirl, champion of Gotham City!" he said, as Batgirl's long splayed limbs hung limply as her crimson locks. Bane turned around so that every inmate of Arkham could see his cream oozing from her pie.
One enormous beast pushed his way through the rabid throng shouting
"You gonna hog the bitch yourself, or you gonna let us have a piece?"
Killer Croc, who wore few clothes on the best of days, wore no clothes now. Croc was almost as big as Bane, and his flesh was scaly and olive green, the tough fibrous tissue causing his penis to stand permanently erect.
"Take her then! But once a woman has been fucked by Bane, nothing else will satisfy her!"
Like a quarterback, Bane threw Batgirl in a perfect spiral into Killer Croc's outstretched arms. His reptilian scales felt especially rough against Batgirl's silky smooth skin.
"Bah! I don't give a shit what she likes. I'm just as happy if she don't."
The brute slung Batgirl over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and turned into the warden's office.
"You see, I come from the sewers, and this is the way I like it," he said, as he dumped Batgirl over a desk. "Up the ass!"
Amid the chorus of "YEAHH!" gasped a plaintive "No-o-oh!"
Batgirl had never had anal sex before. She had always demurred when Batman suggested it---it felt too much like fucking Robin. So she had no experience to draw from, no Tantric training to guide her. Barbara Gordon's ass was virginally tight, and she was about to take a monster cock for her anal initiation.
Inmates climbed over each other to glimpse the spectacle---they knew all too well what could happen when Croc buggered someone. Killer Croc straddled Batgirl, pinning her arm behind her back, and pushed her head down, squashing her tits on the desk to raise up her buttocks. With his taloned fingers Croc pried apart her buns to reveal the asterisk of her asshole.
"This can't be happening!" thought Batgirl, pinned beneath the lizard man.
Croc's cock was like a giant scaly cucumber, and it did not slide in easily. Batgirl's sphincter was clenched like a fist but his collagen encrusted penis was bone hard. It scratched her anal tissues as it entered her, a pleasurable sensation that quickly grew painful.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCK!"
Though Batgirl's ass was tighter than a Chinese finger trap, Killer Croc jammed his tool further and further in. The scales of his prick scraped the lining of Batgirl's intestine and caught her flesh as they withdrew. She clenched her fists and bit her lip, sweat dripping from her brow, tears streaming down her cheek. She choked back a sob. She would not cry, even though her pelvis was on fire. Batgirls don't cry.
"If he doesn't cum soon, I'll be ripped to pieces!"
With each stroke, Killer Croc tore her a new one. Batgirl knew what she had to do, even if it meant degrading herself in front of her captors yet again. Survival was her only goal now.
Turning her groans of pain into moans of ecstasy, Batgirl cooed, "Oh baby yeah, do it to me Crockie, ohh ohh do it to me good, mmmmm.Ooh baby I'm gonna cum! O-O-OHhhoo-oOHHh-oohoooOOOOOoooooooohhh.!!!"
"I told you she was a slut!"
"All those super-hos are!"
Fortunately for Batgirl, Killer Croc was a mindless brute with a lizard brain who responded viscerally to stimuli. Just the name Batgirl turned him on, the sight of her made his heart race, touching her was like a bolt of electricity, and penetrating her was like an explosion of fireworks.
Thus, goaded by Batgirl's orgasmic performance, Croc came instantly. The monster rumbled and shook and let out an unearthly screech, and then abruptly his whole body calmed down, from his eyes to his toes, and he seemed for a second almost human.
?
Beaten and boned by Bane and Killer Croc, the once powerful Batgirl curled up in a shivering ball on the prison floor, her twin tunnels in incandescent pain.
She clutched her throbbing ass and gritted her teeth and tried to crawl forward, but her path was blocked by the Riddler. He was not naked like some other inmates, but his lime green tights sported a prominent bulge.
"Riddle me this," the Riddler said to Batgirl. "How is Batgirl like an eagle?"
Batgirl never cared much for the Riddler's unfunny riddles (Robin was always best at solving them), and she had no use for them now, as she could barely think through the fog of hurt. It didn't matter, however, because as usual the Riddler delighted in answering his own riddles for the amusement of his audience.
"An eagle is a hole in two. Batgirl has one in two holes!" he cried, and then he held up a green two-pronged object for display. "Or she will have, once I introduce her to my Riddler Diddler!"
The Diddler was an elaborate double dildo. The vaginal penetrator was 9 inches long, two inches wide, with an angled phallus tip, while the anal dong was 6 inches long and beaded, ending in an egg-shaped bulb.
"You would use toys," said Batgirl.
"They make everything more fun," he replied. "For me, anyway."
The wiry Riddler was no strongman like Bane or Croc, but the battered Batgirl was too weak to resist him as he slid the twin members inside her tattered passages. All she could do was cry out "Ohhh!" and wince as the Riddler leered with delight.
The two dongs pinched her like a paper clip, clamping down on the same set of muscles from both sides. The Diddler had not been designed for comfort, and Batgirl was already in pain. She tried to wiggle it out to no avail.
"Save your strength, Batslut. You will find it impossible to dislodge, once I secure your hands."
The Prince of Puzzles was an expert bondage artist, and with one rope he tied Batgirl's elbows behind her, while with another length he connected her elbows to her ankles, her feet bent over her buttocks, her legs secured by another set of knots that hogtied her ankles to her thighs. The bonds were triple looped around each limb in coils as tight as Slinkies. One last twine wrapped in a tight figure-eight around the swollen hillocks of Batgirl's breasts, the fibers digging into her tender skin, then continued round her ribs to bind her wrists together.
Craning her neck, expanding her chest, rocking her hips, twisting her spine, Batgirl strained against the ropes. Though her dauntless spirit was willing, her strength was failing, and for all her squirming, the Dynamic Damsel couldn't loosen her bonds nor shake the dildo.
"Damn Riddler's rope tricks! They tighten the more I resist!"
A press of the Riddler's remote control, and the device hummed to life, transforming the passive dildo into a dual-penetrating vibrator. Batgirl's eyes bulged. It was like being fucked by a tuning fork, both filling and massaging her.
"Hi-diddly-dee! This little baby not only vibrates, it sends off harmonically tuned ultra-sonic vibrations that stimulate your entire body."
Indeed, Batgirl's firm flesh oscillated with sympathetic vibrations, causing her clit to shake and her pussy lips to flutter, and her mouth quivered in the throes of ecstasy.
"Ohhnn-mohh-noh-hohh-ohh."
Suddenly a bolt of electricity shot from the Diddler and pain blared through Batgirl like a steam whistle, and she contorted in agony. Her head drew forward and then shrunk back, her mouth agape, her nostrils flared, her eyes alarmed then crying.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, every 60 seconds you will receive an electric shock."
With electricity surging through the dual prongs, Batgirl felt like a wall socket.
"You will find that the more your vagina lubricates, the better it will conduct electricity, so the shocks will only get worse over time."
Batgirl drew a deep breath as the shocks subsided and she was back to being vibrated. The twisted nature of the Riddler Diddler became frighteningly clear. It was stimulating her pussy, then using her own lubrication to destroy her! She was being killed by her own cunt!
"Hi Diddle Riddle, the Bat and the Diddle!" the Riddler crowed, and giggled so excitedly that his head rattled, as he hopped about like a leprechaun. "Look at her writhing around on the ground---I think she's in love."
The twin vibrators massaged her g-spot from above and below, and the hypersonic waves micro-massaged her flesh at the cellular level, tickling her clit and flooding her with vaginal secretions, but Batgirl knew that the pleasures of the Riddler Diddler would mean her doom, as thousands of volts erupted into her pussy every 60 seconds, making Batgirl's bound body twitch, spasm and convulse, frizzing her hair, pointing her tits, and shaking the electric wieners inside her. The more lubricated they were by Batgirl's super conductive pussy juice, the stronger the jolts became.
"Aaau-c-k-k-k!"
"OOOOOOwowwowww!"
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIAAAAARRRGGH!"
"Not fair, Riddler. You can't kill her before we've had our turn!"
"The Riddler Diddler is hardly more dangerous than having Bane and Croc fuck her sideways."
"Why can't you just fuck her too and get it over with?"
"You may enjoy your brutish pleasures but to a genius like me, the mind is the ultimate aphrodisiac."
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEUUUNNNNNNNHHHHHHH!"
"Can't take much of this!" Batgirl thought, panting. The vibrations, shocks and heat from the machine were burning her up from the inside out. The bodacious bat-babe had to dislodge the Riddler Diddler from her twat and her butt or she was done for. But how?
Then she saw a coat rack standing by the door with its metal arms extended like branches, and she saw her opportunity.
"It's a one in a million chance, but I've got to take it!"
Batgirl rolled sideways like a log to gain enough momentum to go into a shoulder roll, and then she used her powerful neck muscles to launch herself into the air just high enough so that as she somersaulted towards the coat rack, she caught the hooked portion of the Diddler that connected her anal dong to her vaginal dong on one arm of the metal stand, yanking the device out of her with a snap as she dropped to the floor.
The Diddler seemed to take her innards with it as it exited, and Batgirl let out one last howl of pain. Batgirl fell on her side arched in agony, with her limbs trussed behind her, her breasts popping out from her astringent bonds like maroon balloons, her lush orange tresses vermilion from sweat. Smeared lipstick outlined her mouth, open wide in hurt. Her pussy stung like a beehive. Her carcass was trembling, twitching, spasming.
But the deed was done, and the hot heroine was free of the devilish vibrations of the deadly Riddler Diddler. Beaten, banged and buggered though she was, Batgirl breathed a sigh of relief.
A dwarfish man wearing a large green top hat that seemed half his size walked over to the naked crime-fighter. Hogtied, Batgirl couldn't see him, but she recognized his shadowy silhouette easily enough, and she shuddered with revulsion.
"Cat's cradle or bat's cradle?" said the Mad Hatter, tugging at her knots. "Tsk tsk, playing nasty games with such a pretty little girl."
"Careful, Hatter. She's not broken yet."
"Oh, I'm sure our Little Miss can be persuaded to be obedient, like a good Batgirl, so long as she is outfitted with the right accessories."
Jervis Tetch lifted his oversize hat, and pulled out a silvery metal headband, dotted with lights and dashed with links.
"Tisn't a hat proper, I'll admit. More like a tiara for my princess, to slip over the splendid mask she's already wearing. "
Like a crown, the Mad Hatter placed the metallic ring on Batgirl's head, over her bat-ears, circling the satiny purple of her facemask. The lights and diodes sparkled to life on contact, and the headband hummed with an ultrasonic buzz.
Batgirl's eyes widened like glazed saucers, as she stared straight ahead, unable to even blink. The fair heroine's bouncy body seemed to freeze into position.
"W-what's happening?" she wondered. "Can't move---can't think---I'm helpless!"
"I like to play in electro-magnetic fields," said the Hatter. "Especially ones that control the firing of the synapses in Batgirl's brain."
Though Batgirl was aware of her surroundings, so that some deep part of her soul cried out vainly in shock and defiance, Batgirl no longer had any control over her body or her mind. She was totally in the Mad Hatter's clutches.
"From now on, you are my slave, existing only to pleasure me and my friends," he said, as he began to untie her. Loosening Batgirl's bonds allowed her circulation to flow again, but she showed no relief, remaining unnaturally still, her arms and legs still bent as if they were tied together.
"Yes master. I am your slave."
"Then you may rise, Batgirl, but only to your knees, where you can show our party what an obedient girl you are by sucking my cock!" said the Hatter, unbuttoning his fly.
Batgirl rose with her knees together, her posture perfect, erect yet balanced, her back comfortably arched, her ripe firm breasts pointing outwards, her buff musculature rigid yet relaxed. The voluptuous avenger looked especially beautiful as her pert features settled into a vacant stare, her eyes wide as if in surprise, her lips barely parted as if caught in mid-gasp.
Yet Batgirl did not take the command to suck the Mad Hatter's cock robotically. Rather, the defeated heroine's submission to her foe released her inhibitions and freed her to focus on one task to the exclusion of all else. Batgirl had to suck the Mad Hatter's cock---she was compelled to.
The Mad Hatter was well endowed for such a compact man---erect, he had the aspect of one of his teapots, his penis slender and bowed. Batgirl's eyes latched onto the spout jutting out from his trousers.
"Must.suck.your cock," she whispered, kneeling before him, as her inner cries of defiance faded further into the background.
Years before, the Huntress had confided to Batgirl how important it was for a superheroine to master the art of sucking cock---it had saved her life on numerous occasions---and Batgirl trained diligently with Batman until she had earned herself a black belt in blowjobs.
Batgirl began by cradling the Mad Hatter's balls, giving them a gentle squeeze before moving her hand to the trunk of his penis. While massaging the bottom of his shaft with one hand, she licked the midsection with her tongue, first with darting motions, and then dragging it slowly up his cock so that her tastebuds licked his salty sensitive skin. Batgirl traced the crown of his penis with her tongue, tasting the cockhead as she slurped around it, before her mouth engulfed his trembling member.
With Batgirl's lips enveloping his phallus, her head bobbed up and down its length. She took only half at first, giving it a tongue massage that went on a while, then she tilted her head back, flattened the back of her tongue and opened her gullet, letting his penis slide across her palate and down her throat. Expertly suppressing her gag reflex, she extended her tongue and then pulled it back in, drawing his penis in further, and to finish it off the Hatter pushed her mask down, to thrust his penis in even deeper. Batgirl swallowed hard to give his cock a throat massage, turning her mouth from side to side, humming around its length, while licking his scrotum with the tip of her tongue and pressing her fingers against his perineum.
The Mad Hatter watched Batgirl's slender neck bulge as his rock-hard cock slid in deep, and he groaned as his genitals became acutely sensitive to every expert ministration of her throat and tongue and lips and hands, until he let out a great shuddering moan as he ejaculated down her esophagus.
Having sucked the gnomic villain off, Batgirl returned to her frozen stance, cum and drool leaking out the corners of her mouth. Though her big blue eyes were open nearly as wide as the eyelets in her mask, the light behind them had gone out.
"Who'd have thought that Batgirl was such a super-cocksucker?" mused Dr. Hugo Strange. "I've got to hand it to you, Hatter. That hatband of yours is amazing. You've turned her into a living doll!"
The Mad Hatter was still recovering his breath as he wiped himself dry with a handkerchief.
"The best part is that every time she obeys a command, a new neural pathway is created. Soon Batgirl's brain will be rewired enough so that she won't need the hatband."
"Let's rewire her brain twice over!" leered Two-Face, in a grotesque grin.
"Say good-bye to Batgirl, say hello to Batslut!" laughed the Joker.
Batgirl struggled to stay silent. It seemed like it should be so easy to break the hatband's mental hold of her, but it was if she had lost her will to do anything. Her mighty muscles were worthless, her keen mind was useless. Following orders made her feel at peace, complete. Her struggles ceased. Her nipples held still as she stood frozen like a mannequin, displaying her perfect face and figure.
"I.am.Batslut," she intoned.
"Say it again!" yelled Two-Face. "Louder!"
"I am Batslut!"
"Show off that bodacious bod to your adoring public, Batslut," said the Joker, with a sweeping hand gesture like a pageant host.
Thrusting out her chest and flexing her hips, featuring the kind of curves you find snaking down Lombard Street, the newly naughty superheroine sashayed into a sexy pose, cupping her bat-ta-tas and kneading them like great mounds of dough. Then Batgirl released her golden globes to gravity, and slid her hands down her taut abdomen to the soft folds of her vulva.
Fingering her pussy was like throwing red meat to hungry wolves, driving them into a lustful frenzy. The Joker of all people had to act as the voice of reason to calm the horny mob and keep them from gang-raping Batgirl all at once.
"Patience, perverts, patience! You may all take your turns with Batslut," he said, stepping forward as if he was directing traffic. "Penguin, you go first."
"Waugh-waugh! We shall break this Bat yet!" he quacked, holding up a menacing umbrella.
The Penguin speared Batgirl's banged up pussy with his umbrella, thrusting it deep inside the narrow opening, before flipping a switch causing it to twirl around, then opening it up so that its ribs stretched her canal wide apart, then twirling the umbrella in the opposite direction.
After the Penguin had his fun, the rest of Arkham's rogue's gallery took their turns molesting the sleek body of the hypnotized heroine.
Poison Ivy tormented Batgirl's vagina, anus, mouth, nostrils and ears simultaneously with a living network of branches and tendrils and vines.
The Scarecrow made Batgirl hallucinate that she was undergoing a ritual clitoridectomy at the hands of religious fanatics.
Catwoman whipped Batgirl with a cat-o'-nine-tails, leaving red stripes like giant cat scratches across her breasts and buttocks.
The Ventriloquist fisted her.
The remaining prisoners with fewer fetishes simply fucked Batgirl every which way. Batgirl was fucked in her pussy, fucked in her ass, fucked in her mouth, fucked in her pussy and ass, fucked in her pussy and mouth, fucked in her ass and mouth, and fucked in her pussy, ass and mouth.
Batgirl was fucked while bent over on all fours with her tits hanging down. Batgirl was fucked while she laid on her back with her legs spread wide and her tits gyrating. Batgirl was fucked lying on her side with her leg in a scissor position. Batgirl was fucked with her tits squashed flat on the floor and her ass in the air. Batgirl was fucked upside down balancing on her head and shoulders with her legs flipped over. Batgirl's burning muffin was entered from all angles, in all sizes, each cock working on its own vaginal trajectory. Thrust after thrust after thrust pounded Batgirl's pussy into a pulp and drenched her in semen.
Yet hour after hour after hour after hour, while fresh inmates ground into her battered body, the Bird of Prey held on tight to their cocks as her hips volleyed hard against theirs. Batgirl screamed and sighed and moaned and grunted and panted and gasped and wailed as she bounced up and down in the saddle in sheer animalistic carnality, a sexual performance that caused maniacs to weep and turned her into more and more of a sexual zombie with every frenzied penetration. By the time the sun rose outside the walls of Arkham Asylum, the once heralded champion of Gotham City had become less of a superheroine than a piece of super-fuckmeat ready to be used and abused, a hungry hole begging for more.
She was Batslut.
After 24 straight hours of non-stop fucking, every inch of Batgirl's youthful body was raw and exhausted, her frayed pussy soaked with cum, purple bruises covering her skin like a sick parody of her costume. Despite it all, Batgirl stayed on her feet with barely a weave and a wobble to await her next command.
The Joker, still clad in his orange jump suit, was happy to oblige.
"It has warmed the cockles of my heart and the heartles of my cock to see Batgirl turned into Batslut," he said, circumnavigating the naked superheroine, delighting in her degradation from all angles.
"You won't be needing this anymore," the Joker said as he removed the silver head band encircling Batgirl's torn mask. More dead than alive, Batgirl felt no difference. Her thoughts were still blank.
"Your reprogramming should be complete by now. Every resident of this fine institution has uploaded their data into you," the Joker quipped. "Everyone, that is, but me."
The Joker walked over to where Harley Quinn was standing and continued.
"Tragically, if I were to touch one red hair on Batgirl's pretty little head, Harley here would brain me with her monster mallet, and gentleman that I am, I could not bear to have my little poopsie become a murderer."
Harley patted her mallet with a knowing look.
"So in order to preserve my cranium, I have elected to forfeit my place in line at the Bat-bacchanale in favor of tonight's special guest---Commissioner James Gordon."
Commissioner Gordon was prodded stumbling naked into the room. While he was an older man, he had kept fit and trim, and was as handsome as ever, though judging by the bruises on his cheek, he had taken a few punches since his arrival in Arkham. His hair was mussed and his glasses were gone, so everything was a blur to him.
"Forgive me, Batgirl. I have no choice."
Barbara had seem her father naked before of course, from the time she was a little girl stumbling upon daddy in the bathroom, climbing out of the shower, shocked by the image yet marveling at how big and hairy his balls were.
But Babs had never before seen her father hard, all 10 inches of pulsing manhood jutting out like a spar. Of course, like every other man, James Gordon had wanted to screw the beauteous, brave and brilliant Batgirl. Working side by side with her, the old widower in charge of Gotham PD had secretly lusted after the masked mystery woman for years. Under any other circumstances, a naked rendezvous with Batgirl would have been a dream come true. Though she had been savagely beaten and raped, clinging to the barest whisper of life, Batgirl still looked ethereally beautiful to James Gordon. The old cop stood radically close to the young crimefighter; his big swinging dick was hard as a nightstick. Her raw red pussy burned. "I'm sorry, Batgirl,' he said, laying his hands on her shoulders. "The Joker says he'll kill you if I don't make love to you."
"And I am a man of my word," chimed the grinning clown.
"I can't let that happen," Gordon said, petting Batgirl's mask and stroking her hair.
Delirious from abuse and exhaustion, her mind addled by the hatband's rewiring of her synapses, Batgirl could barely speak.
"I. am. B-Batslut," she intoned, woozily; her mind and muscles were like jelly.
"You are Batgirl," Jim Gordon said, as he guided Batgirl's jaw to his, and placed a soft moist kiss on her ripe red lips.
From the sunken recesses of Batgirl's sub-consciousness an old taboo bubbled up to the surface. A shudder of resistance passed through her, a cry of alarm, a faint voice whispering in Barbara Gordon's ear that kissing her father was wrong.
Yet Jim Gordon's kiss reminded Barbara of the kisses on her cheek she got from him when she was a girl, and how safe and warm they made her feel, taking her back to a time when she was young and pure and innocent and full of wonder. She desperately needed to feel protected in the hellhole that was Arkham Asylum. Weary and worn out, her brain short-circuited, Batgirl was practically hallucinating, and she fell into Commissioner Gordon's big strong arms.
"Oh Daddy!" She kissed him fervently, practically inhaling him, and held him tight.
Wearing dark sunglasses, a black and white keffiyeh and a flowing black bisht, Achmed ibn-Sinn, the Sultan of Satania, emerged from the shadows, accompanied by a hulking bodyguard in Ray-Bans and a pinstriped suit carrying a fat leather briefcase. "A thousand pardons, Joker," said the Sultan of Satania, as he sidled next to the Clown Prince of Crime. "I never thought you could break Batgirl."
Commissioner Gordon kissed Batgirl's neck and fondled her breasts with a touch at once so familiar and yet so completely new, like the tickling of his mustache in places where it never had tickled before. He stroked her budding nipples with his fingertips before sliding his hands down her rolling hillsides. He could feel Batgirl's heart start to flutter, and her chest heave in deep rapid breaths.
"Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me, please."
Jim Gordon backed Batgirl into the wall, and hoisted her up by her slender waist and sat her down on his upright rod and let it sink into her pulpy pussy, overflowing with juice. Batgirl seemed to be mystically fulfilled by Commissioner Gordon's swollen member nestling inside her in a perfect fit, a feeling of submission that was coded into her very DNA. Batgirl found renewed energy, and with the wall at her back, she wrapped her muscular arms around his neck and her powerful legs around his hips, and pulled him into her hard. "Give it to me Daddy!" The Sultan of Satania licked his lips as he watched Batgirl go.
"Yet this is beyond my wildest dreams!" he said.
"The Joker always delivers or your pizza is free!"
Batgirl set the pace with her wrangling, then JG stepped up the pace of his thrusts, vigorously pumping deep inside her steamy wellspring, driving her against the wall. She rode him like a stallion, reeling and rocking in an ecstatic live performance.
"Oh yeah, fuck me Daddy.fuck me!"
In a trembling hand, Achmed ibn-SInn wiped the sweat from his brow with a silk handkerchief.
"By the Prophet, just look at her! Batgirl is truly broken!"
"Crazy optimist that I am, whenever I break someone, I like to think I am really creating somebody new. Like with Batslut here."
Beneath his robes, the Sultan of Satania was hard as an obelisk, and even his sunglasses could not conceal his desire.
"She will make an excellent addition to my harem."
"Either that or you can have her entertain the troops. Be sure to boost recruitment."
"Ooh Daddy, I'm gonna cum!"
Batgirl arched in a radiant release of love and surrender to lust. Jim's hose erupted in a fount of jizz for Babs' womb to drink in as they came simultaneously in mutual union. "...hhhiiiiiiHHHHIIIIIIIYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiieeeeeeeeyyyyy!!!" "She is worth every penny of the 50 million!" exclaimed the Sultan of Satania, turning to his giant assistant. "Bobo, you may hand Mr. Joker the briefcase, with my compliments."
The goon unlocked the briefcase from the chain attached to his wrist and presented it to the Joker. The Joker patted the suitcase. It was heavy. He didn't bother opening it. Achmed ibn-Sinn knew that nobody crossed the Joker and lived.
Instead, the Joker put his arm around the Sultan like a pal, and whispered in his ear.
"Tell you what, Achmed old boy, just because I like you, for an extra twenty bucks, I'll even throw in Commissioner Gordon too."
The Sultan of Satania looked at Gordon wrapped in a post-coital embrace with Batgirl, and thought it over.
"Hmmm." he said, taking out a twenty from his wallet. "We could always use another eunuch."
THE END
Dedicated to Ms. Yvonne Craig, and Ms. yvonnecraig@deviantart.com. Long may they be imperiled!