Batgirl: Masquerade

Author: Trent Wolf
Time to Read:35min
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Added Date:12/28/2022
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Part 1 - Daddy's Girl

She was a woman that the expression 'smoldering looks' was invented for. Blood red glossy lips, long, silken black hair with soft bangs that fell over her forehead, above jade colored eyes capable of breaking a man's heart with one withering glance. He had silver streaks along his temples, wearing wire rim glasses and watching the financial news on television as he sat upright in his canopied bed, wearing his favorite quilted red satin robe while she nuzzled and nibbled his ear and neck. Her hand was inside the waistband of his pajama bottoms, stroking his erection lazily. He ignored her until the last of his stock reports had ticked across the bottom of the screen. Another million or so was made. It was a good day. Finally, he turned his attention to her.

"Have you lined up the third candidate?" He asked as he stroked her soft cheek with the back of his manicured nails.

"Yes. We have a meeting tomorrow." She answered.

"Excellent." He said and then stared into her anxious eyes. "You may begin."

Her eyes lit up and she promptly leaned down over his waist and began to perform oral pleasures on the man as he closes his eyes and smiled thinly, stroking her silken hair as her head rose and fell in his lap. After several long minutes of delirious pleasure, the silver and black haired gentleman gasped and let out a long sigh as he erupted in her sensuous mouth, her lips wet with moisture as they slid up and down his shaft. When she had consumed the last drop, she leaned up and gazed at him with a wicked smile.

"Good night, Daddy." She said and gave him a kiss on the cheek before she arose from the bed and walked away with feline smoothness to her own bedroom.

Part 2 - Babs

It was business as usual at the Gotham City Public Library. Barbara Gordon was at the main desk checking out the patrons with their armloads of books. As one of her regulars, the gentle but talkative and elderly Mrs. Harriet Cooper stepped up with her cache of Romance novels. She spent the next few minutes trying to tell Barbara that she had a single and available nephew named Dick that she wanted her to meet. Barbara smiled politely and Mrs. Cooper was soon on her way out the door, escorted by the gentleman's gentleman, Alfred Pennyworth, who gave Barbara a knowing wink. The next patron approached, and when Barbara saw her she knew she had seen her before, but something was slightly different.

"Babs!" Came the voice from the young brunette with the stunning face and figure to match as she approached the large wooden checkout counter.

And then it hit Barbara like a ton of bricks. It was Cordelia Crane. And she knew why she didn't recognize her right away. The last time she had seen her was her senior year in high school. Cordelia was one of the "in crowd." A 'social' was what they called them. One of a select few members of the student body who came from wealthy homes. Cordelia was too refined to be a cheerleader, but she was president of the student body, as well as a myriad of other positions within their high school. She had hardly changed at all, except for her chic hairstyle and clothes, which certainly came from Gotham's finer stores.

"Cordelia!" Barbara replied in surprise. "What a...

"Surprise!" Cordelia finished Barbara's sentence. "Yes I know. Wow! How have you been? It's been such a long time."

"Yes, it has."

"So, you're working for the library." Cordelia said with a slight tone of condescending attitude. "I guess that shouldn't surprise me. You were always the little bookworm"

Barbara seethed inside and suddenly remembered why she couldn't stand Cordelia. She just gave Cordelia a stiff smile in reply.

"How's your father by the way?" Cordelia asked, referring to Barbara's father, Commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department, James Gordon.

"Oh, he's fine." Barbara answered, relieved that the subject had moved on. She was now eager to get this over with and nodded at Cordelia's book. "What have you got there?"

"Oh this?" Cordelia said. "It's a book I'm borrowing for some costume and decorating ideas. I belong to a club of young women and one of our projects every year is to provide decorations for the annual Fall Ball. Our theme this year is Carnaval. Like down in Rio."

"Fall Ball?" Asked Barbara as she took the book and stamped the checkout card.

"Oh, you've never heard of it? I'm surprised your father hasn't mentioned it. Well, I guess I shouldn't be. It's for the Aldermen. You know, one of those secret men's clubs."

"Hmmm. Oh, yes." Barbara said. She did remember overhearing her father on the phone a few weeks ago talking about being mentioned as a candidate to this club of supposedly powerful men in Gotham City. Of course, being the Commissioner of Police would make him a promising candidate. She never heard mention of it again after that. As far as she could tell, he either never joined or never told her that he had. No one really knew who was a member of this secret society or even how many members there actually were.

Barbara handed the book back to Cordelia and noticed that she was staring at her with a slightly arched eyebrow. It made her slightly uncomfortable, and she said, "Is that all?"

"Hey, Babs, listen. How'd you like to get together with some friends of mine tomorrow night? It's just a small informal get together at my apartment. I'd love to catch up on old times, you know."

Her first instinct was to turn Cordelia down flat, to make up some excuse, but her earlier mention of The Alderman intrigued her. Maybe she could find out more about them. Cordelia had made it sound like her father was a member, and wondered why her father had never mentioned it to her.

"Well, sure, I guess." Barbara said as she pretended to think about it. "Why not?"

"Fantastic!" Cordelia said with a big smile. "Eight thirty. Why don't you write down your number for me? I'll call you with directions."

"Sure. Just a second." Barbara said as she wrote it down on a slip of paper. "Here it is."

"Great!" Cordelia said as she took the slip of paper, tucked it into her Gucci purse and walked out of the library, her high heel pumps clicking across the marble floor. Barbara couldn't help but notice she still had a nice figure. Of course, not as nice as her own.

Part 3 - Invitation

Barbara Gordon arrived at the home of Cordelia Crane promptly at eight thirty. She rang the bell at the front door of Crane Towers, which was located in an upscale high rise apartment district in downtown Gotham. The building was owned by Cordelia's father, Cornelius Crane. A somber doorman opened the huge oak door panel and allowed Barbara to enter. From within the immaculately decorated lobby, she was escorted up to the penthouse to what was Cordelia's apartment, which took up the entire top floor of the building. It was the first evidence that Barbara had ever been given of her father's actual wealth. All she knew was that Mr. Crane was a philanthropist who came from old money.

When Cordelia spotted Barbara at the door, she smiled widely and exclaimed "Babs!" which called unwanted attention to Barbara and embarrassed her greatly as she felt all eyes on her now from the roomful of women. A "few friends" indeed. It looked like a convention of models and actresses, all of them wearing dresses, pearls and heels. It made Barbara feel a little self conscious about her own simple linen dress and purse. Oh well, at least she knew she could compete in the looks department.

"Barb, let me introduce you around." Cordelia said as she took Barbara by the arm and led her around the apartment to greet all her friends. This took nearly an hour, until finally to Barbara's relief, Cordelia stood in the middle of the room to call everyone's attention.

As a hush came over the room, Cordelia spoke, "Thank you all for coming, ladies. This is just an informal meeting, but I'd just like to take a moment to welcome our new candidates. As you all know, Career Women of Gotham Charity Club is an organization that celebrates the working woman as well as raising money and awareness for many different charities who need our help. More and more of us are going to work, and it's up to us to help and support each other. Now, when we search for potential candidates to join our organization, we look for the best and brightest. So, without further ado, I'd first like to introduce Vicki Vale."

There was a polite round of applause as the beautiful blonde woman in a black dress stood and nodded, blushing at the attention.

"Vicki is a photographer, and I know those of you who actually have the time to read the newspaper have seen her work. Thanks for coming Vicki."

Vicki smiled warmly and Cordelia continued. "Next, we have a rare find; an independent woman who not only works, but is actually a doctor."

There were "ooh's" and "aah's" from the impressed crowd of women.

"No, not the kind of doctor you're thinking about, but an important kind just the same. She's more of a head doctor. A psychiatrist to be exact. Here she is, Dr. Chase Meridian," Cordelia said, gesturing to the petite redhead in a dark green silk pantsuit, who returned everyone's smile with one of her own. She seemed confident, Barbara noticed.

"Last but not least, our final candidate. She's an old friend of mine, and her father is a very important figure in our great city. Barbara Gordon."

At first, Barbara couldn't believe that she had just heard her name spoken. She was so stunned that she could barely return the smiles of those around her. How could Cordelia do this to her? She had no idea what was coming. All she could do was sit silently with her hands clasped in her lap until the applause died down.

"Okay, girls. Please make our new candidates feel welcome."

It then dawned on Barbara that Cordelia hadn't even mentioned that she was merely a librarian. She was far from ashamed of that, but she could only imagine what these other women with their glamorous careers really thought of her. As the evening wound to a close, Cordelia took Barbara, Vicki and Dr. Meridian aside and asked them to follow her. As she led them down the hallway, she told them, "The Fall Ball is coming soon and I'm counting on you three to help with the entertainment. Think of this as your initiation."

Cordelia led them to a room lined with wardrobes and mirrors. Everything was decorated with 16th century furniture, rugs, tapestries, and even the paintings. Their host opened a huge wardrobe and then looked first at Vicki Vale with a critical eye.

"I think you'd be perfect for this." Cordelia said as she pulled a dark costume from the rack and handed it to Vicki. "Go ahead and try it on."

Vicki smiled with mild surprise at the costume as Barbara looked on with interest. Cordelia then looked Dr. Meridian over and grinned with envy at her petite figure. She pulled out another costume, this one in different hues of green "You'll be great in this."

Dr. Meridian took the costume with trepidation as Cordelia urged her on, "Go ahead."

"Okay, last but not least, Babs." Cordelia said, as Barbara winced at her insistent use of that nickname, knowing it was Cordelia's subtle way of keeping a superior attitude over her. She made her feel like she was still in high school, but Barbara brushed it off.

"How about... this one?" Cordelia said as she suddenly spied just the costume she was looking for. When she held it up, Barbara nearly gasped and her heart froze.

It was a Batgirl costume.

Was this Cordelia's idea of a joke? For a moment, Barbara thought the worst and considered the fact that Cordelia knew her secret identity and was toying with her.

"In the spirit of the theme, you ladies will dress in these costumes and take part in a fundraising auction by the members of the Aldermen at the Fall Ball. Everyone will be in masks and it will be tons of fun. Remember that this is for charity, so don't be shy. I want you three to come up with a little skit or dance or something. Use your imagination. This will show me how resourceful you are, and if you are serious candidates for the club.

"Of course, you will be the superheroine, Babs," Cordelia paused and then pointed at Vicki Vale and Dr. Chase Meridian, who had already donned their respective costumes, "And they will be the villains."

This time Batgirl did emit a shocked gasp. Vicki was in a tight shiny black Catwoman costume, complete with short kinky boots and sequined eye mask and ears. Dr. Meridian was in a one piece, cleavage bearing Poison Ivy costume with sheer glistening green hose with sequined lines down the back, all the way from her curvy rear down to her green high heel pumps, and her own eye mask was accented with colorful ivy leaves. Barbara noticed that they both seemed to take great pleasure in wearing the slinky costumes.

"So Babs, are you up for this?" Cordelia asked. "Think you can come up with something completely outrageous? I know you have the figure for it."

Barbara knew by this time that she didn't have much of a choice. She felt overwhelmed by all of this. Everything had happened so quickly that her mind was almost spinning. If she didn't know better, she could have sworn that someone spiked her Ginger Ale.

"Well," Barbara said. "I took some dance and ballet lessons when I was younger. I think we can come up with something."

"Great! I knew I could count on you..." Cordelia smiled, and then added. "...Babs."

Part 4 - Carnaval

Barbara Gordon was nervous. She had never been in a situation as bizarre as the one she was in now. In a few moments, she would be stepping out from behind a curtain, dressed in full Batgirl regalia, except for one thing; it was not Barbara's costume, although it was a very closely detailed copy. From the shiny purple flecked material, boots, cowl, and yellow bat insignia, all the way to the purple velvet gloves, yellow and purple satin waist length cape and utility belt, it was nearly perfect. What was even more astounding was the fit. Like the original Batgirl costume, this one hugged her curves and fit snugly around her lithe dancer's legs. There was even the requisite red haired wig. She only made one slight modification; she exchanged the faux utility belt with her real one, just in case.

Vicki Vale and Dr. Meridian were standing on either side of her, smiling nervously in their own guises of "Catwoman" and "Poison Ivy." It had taken a few rehearsals when the three found precious little time to get together to choreograph their performance. In that time, Barbara had become a fast friend with the two bright and successful women. Now the three of them would serve as "entertainment" for the annual Alderman's Fall Ball there within one of the expansive ballrooms of Crane Manor, Cordelia's father's palatial countryside estate.

And now the moments of truth had arrived. The curtain would be pulled back to reveal a rooftop setting, which would become their stage. The only instructions given to them from Cordelia, was that they should perform without speaking, and their actions would be accompanied by the appropriate mood music. That was relief to all three because it was hard enough doing this without having to remember lines or trying to actually act.

"Gentlemen, may I have your attention." They heard Cordelia announce from the other side of the curtain. "We have a special performance for you tonight. Please direct your attention to the large velvet curtain."

"Okay, ladies, we're on." Barbara whispered. "Break a leg."

The others smiled back at her and took their places. The music began and the curtains began to part. With a few spotlights in her face, Batgirl could hardly make out the audience; all she could make out was a large group of shadowy figures. She decided that was for the best so that she and the others could concentrate. And so they began.

Batgirl entered the scene first, creeping across the rooftop in quick ballet-like moves, looking around and then down into a skylight, as if she were investigating some villain's hideout. Suddenly 'Catwoman' stepped out, claws and teeth bared at the site of Batgirl. The two did a stylized dance, Catwoman slashing at Batgirl, and the heroine using her cape to block the dangerous claws. Batgirl then performed an acrobatic flip as Catwoman continued her assault. The villainess caught Batgirl with a simulated lucky blow, spinning her around and suddenly she was face to face with 'Poison Ivy.'

Poison Ivy smiled wickedly and backhanded the stunned heroine across the jaw, carefully pulling the punches but also making it look as real as possible. Suddenly, Batgirl was grasped from behind in a tight embrace by Catwoman. When Poison Ivy attacked, Batgirl brought a boot up and scissors-kicked the green clad villainess.

On and on the pitched battle went, with the two villainesses gaining the upper hand and then Batgirl overcoming the odds, back and forth until suddenly Catwoman clouted Batgirl in the back of the head while she struggled furiously with Poison Ivy. Batgirl was really dazed by the blow this time, her head buzzing as she fought to keep conscious. They had rehearsed this so many times, she couldn't believe Vicki had struck her so hard.

Before she knew it, Batgirl felt herself being grabbed tight by the two women. They had turned her away from the audience for a moment and Poison Ivy sprayed the contents of a tiny aerosol canister in her face, rendering her too weak to fight back.

They took advantage of Batgirl's weakness and brought out leather wrist and ankle cuffs from a hidden spot and began binding the dark damsel's arms behind her. Batgirl, breathing heavily from the pitched battle, tried to struggle free, but the chlorogas she inhaled made it hopeless. It was all she could do to stay awake. She had no idea what to make of the fact that what was happening was far from what they had planned to do. All she could do was try to shake her head as Poison Ivy and Catwoman lashed her to the heavy vertical bar that served as a rooftop antenna. Once against the pole, her boots were cuffed and her legs were slightly spread apart by a metal bar at the ankles. Batgirl was about to attempt a verbal protest, but her mouth was suddenly filled with a bitter tasting black rubber ball and strapped around her head.

Then her two captors posed on either side of her and posed for the appreciative audience, who applauded with vigor. Now Batgirl's sudden dire situation caused her to become more alert as adrenaline shot through her body. The disorientation, as well as the 'defeat' and bondage by Vicki Vale and Dr. Meridian gave Batgirl a sudden rush of dangerous excitement. It was one thing to be captured by real villains, but it was quite another to be bound this way by two women she had come to know fairly well. Although it wasn't planned this way, Batgirl could only guess that they had done it to make it seem more realistic. Surely they didn't have other more sinister motives. After all, these were well known women in Gotham society.

Out of the corner of her eye, Batgirl saw a woman in a regal feathered costume enter the staged area and face the crowd.

"Gentlemen, let's give a warm hand to out performers."

Although the woman was masked, Batgirl recognized the voice of Cordelia Crane.

"Now, it's on the moment I'm sure you've been waiting for." Cordelia announced, in her perfect airy voice. "The Annual Alderman's Ball Auction."

Batgirl could barely concentrate, but she could have sworn Cordelia said 'auction.' Surely she didn't mean...

"Our first round of bidding will go for the beautiful enchantress, Poison Ivy!"

'What in the world?' Batgirl thought. They couldn't be serious. Bidding for women? This was the most demeaning and barbaric thing she had ever heard of. And what were these women expected to do once they were 'won' by the highest bidder? This was madness.

"The bidding starts at one thousand. Do I hear two?"

As Dr. Chase Meridian sashayed and posed in her Poison Ivy regalia, the bidders raised their hands in silence as Cordelia led the bidding war. On and up the price went for several minutes, until there was a final high bidder who stepped forward into the spotlight to collect his prize. It was then that Batgirl saw that the individual was dressed in a long cloak and wearing a mask covering his entire face. He took Poison Ivy by the arm and led her back out into the darkness.

"Next, we have the daring and delectable Catwoman!" Cordelia announced.

Batgirl had no idea what to make of the proceedings. It was one of the most unusual positions she had ever been in. She tried to get Cordelia's attention as she started the bidding on Vicki Vale as Catwoman, but the ball gag between her teeth prevented her from saying anything. All she could manage was a series of muffled "Ummmmphs." She then noticed that there was something odd about the taste of the gag, like it had been coated with some kind of unusual substance, and she felt it begin to affect her senses. There was all at once a warm and ticklish sensation in her groin, and she tried to squeeze her legs together to fight off the sudden itch there, but her bonds prevented her from doing so. As the bidding finally concluded for Catwoman, Batgirl was squirming hard.

"And now, last but certainly not least..." Cordelia said. "Batgirl!"

Batgirl realized that all eyes were now on her. The building arousal inside her coupled with the bondage and sudden attention all combined to give her a rush of excitement, which she fought to hold back. Now she watched helplessly as Cordelia took the furious bids from the crowd of shadow figures.

"Remember gentlemen, this is all for a good cause." Cordelia smiled when the bidding slowed around fifty thousand dollars. Then the bidding picked up again and didn't stop until it had reached an unbelievable record of eighty five thousand dollars.

"Going once, going twice..." Cordelia said. "Sold!"

Batgirl's adrenaline pumped in concert with her pounding heart as her 'owner' came forward to collect her. Cordelia released Batgirl from the pole, but left her wrists and ankles cuffed as well as her gag still strapped tight. The lithe heroine could only manage short steps as the thin chains and spreader bar kept her from making normal steps. She had no choice but to follow as the cloaked figure led her away. Whatever had been coated on her gag was also making her unable to struggle or resist.

For the first time that evening, Batgirl was able to see what was actually going on at this so-called Alderman's Ball. Every male was dressed in identical long dark cloaks. The only thing different was the styles of their masks. Most were full-faced, hiding the identity of the wearer. The other thing that most of them had in common was that they all had one or two female companions, completely nude except for high heel shoes, feathered domino masks and exotic jewelry. Batgirl could only guess that all of these women were members of the Career Women of Gotham Charity Club.

As she was led through the lavish and spacious rooms of the mansion, Batgirl was even more shocked to see what was happening. In various places in various rooms, there were all varieties of sexual acts taking place. In one room, a woman was bent over a table and being taken from behind as her arms were held down in front of her. In another room, two women were locked in a sixty-nine position on a long sofa as others watched. Batgirl could hear their whimpers and wet licking as they pleasured each other.

Each scene was more shocking than the last, until Batgirl gasped as she encountered Dr. Meridian still in her Poison Ivy costume, lying on her back over a small table. One cloaked figure was thrusting between her legs and another was sliding slowly in and out of her wanting mouth as her head bent back over the edge of the table. In the very next room Vicki Vale was being fucked on all fours in her now torn Catwoman costume.

Batgirl could only guess at what her fate was now. The scenes, which would have normally shocked and repulsed her, now seemed to excite her even more. She could feel a moist sensation now between her legs as her escort led her to an empty room, moving awkwardly in short steps with her ankles cuffed.

The masked figure shut the door and turned Batgirl around to face him. She had no idea who was behind the mask. Some wealthy businessman or Gotham socialite. All she knew was that she was aroused and frightened at the same time. She saw his eyes flash and he suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. Then he reached down and began to unbuckle her gag. Once her removed it from her mouth, he clamped his hand over her mouth and reached inside his cloak.

Batgirl's eyes went wide as she saw him take out his stiff cock. He grabbed her by the back of the head, and guided the cock into her mouth before she could protest.

"Mmmmph!" Batgirl gagged as the hard shaft filled her mouth. The figure was strong, and Batgirl was still too weak and submissive to resist. All she could do was relent as he held her cowled head with both hands and rammed the cock back and forth, filling her warm mouth. She heard him breathing and panting heavily, but he never said a word.

She almost panicked when she thought he was about to ejaculate in her mouth, but he suddenly released her and lifted her up to lay her onto a large ornate pool table. He climbed up on the pool table as Batgirl squirmed underneath him. He flipped her over on her stomach, unzipped the back of the costume down to the small of her back, and then lifted her up onto her knees and peeled the rest of the costume down to expose her smooth undulating ass.

Batgirl grunted as the man pushed and held her down firmly on the hard surface. Try as she might, the heroine was unable to escape from his grasp. Inside her mind, she was anxious for him to hurry and take her. Her opening was burning more than ever before, and when at last he pushed himself inside of her, Batgirl gave a long groan of pleasure.

"Aaaaaaaah!" Batgirl sighed as he filled her. Her athletic body tensed up and she finally gave into the undeniably pleasurable sensations, her body automatically responding to his thrusts by pushing her hips back against him, making him penetrate ever deeper.

Batgirl squealed and groaned as she was pumped on the table, her wrists still cuffed behind her back. She was driven forward inch by inch, until her face was pressed against one edge of the pool table, and she could barely brace herself from his quick hard thrusts.

Finally, the masked man climaxed inside of her, his body tensing as he released. Batgirl in turn shuddered with a blinding orgasm. The intensely erotic sensations had succeeded in causing her mind and body to overload, and so she passed out with long moan of pleasure.

Part 5 - Confrontation

"Ummmmm." Batgirl moaned softly as she began to awaken from her feinting spell. Her senses spun as her head lolled drowsily from side to side. The familiar sensation of coming out of unconsciousness slowly gave way to a clearing head as she shook the cobwebs away. When her vision cleared, her heart began to pound when she took in her surroundings and situation. In a kneeling position on one corner of a large bed, she tried to move, but her arms were wrapped around a thick bedpost corner and bound behind her back at the elbows and wrists. Her ankles were also crisscrossed behind her, pulled upward and bound tight to her wrists so that only her knees were touching the bed. Her muscles strained, her petite body squirming desperately, but she couldn't budge one inch.

A door opened just then and she turned her head to see Cordelia Chase enter followed by her father Cornelius Crane. Cordelia now wore an extremely tight, teal blue latex body suit and matching stiletto boots. He father wore only gray slacks, a black turtleneck shirt and shiny loafers. In one hand he carried a snifter of brandy and in the other a fat cigar.

"Finally awake from your catnap, Batgirl?" Cornelius chuckled.

"What's the meaning of this?" Batgirl snapped. "Untie me this instant!"

"Now why would I want to do that?" Crane snorted as he made himself comfortable on the huge bed. "You look so adorable in that particular position. Doesn't she Cordelia?"

Cordelia smiled wickedly and cuddled up cozily next to her father.

Batgirl was stunned by there apparent closeness. Surely they weren't that...she didn't even want to think about it. It was too bizarre. She tried to remember the last thing that happened before she passed out, and then became livid.

"What is all this? Cordelia, I can't believe you're a part of this!"

"Babs, I'm shocked at you." Cordelia said. "I invited you into our exclusive society and you joined willingly. I didn't twist your arm. Although I would have liked to."

"If I would have known this...society...was involved with kidnapping, drugs, and..." Batgirl was about to say kinky bondage and sex, but her chaste attitude prevented it. "I would have never..."

"When you say it like that, you make it sound so..." Cornelius began.

"Dirty." Cordelia finished his sentence.

"No one is holding you against your will. You can leave anytime you want to."

Batgirl glared at Crane's taunting remark. "You won't get away with this."

Suddenly Batgirl remembered Vicki Vale and Dr. Chase Meridian. She could only imagine what had happened to them.

"Where are Vicki and Chase?" Batgirl demanded.

"They've been bedded down for the night." Cornelius informed her with a smirk.

"We were saving you for last." Cordelia chimed in.

"Did you drug them as well? Is that why they attacked me during the performance?"

"Of course. How else were we going to get a realistic performance from you?" Cordelia giggled. "It was delicious watching that look on your face."

"You're both sick!" Batgirl hissed angrily. "Let me go! Now!"

"I'm afraid we can't do that. You haven't been properly initiated into our exclusive club." Crane said, and then turned to his daughter. "Cordelia, please attend to our guest."

"With pleasure." Cordelia replied with relish.

Batgirl became alarmed when she saw Cordelia rise from the bed and approach her with what appeared to be a perfume bottle in one hand. She had to be careful what she said. As far as they knew, she was Barbara Gordon, only dresses up as Batgirl. She decided to try a different tact. "What...what are you doing? When my father finds out about this..."

Cordelia sprayed her in the face with an aerosol chlorogas, which Batgirl recognized as the same one that was used during her performance with 'Catwoman' and 'Poison Ivy.' She tried to hold her breath, but it was too late. Some of the pungent fumes had already entered her lungs and soon she was feeling light-headed. When Cordelia saw that she was fighting it off, she sprayed another heavier dose in a satin scarf and placed it tightly over her nose and mouth as Batgirl tried to twist her head from side to side in futile resistance. Her tensed up muscles soon began to relax as her eyes fluttered and fell closed.

"Relax, now Babs." Batgirl heard Cordelia purr into her ear as she lost consciousness. "When you wake up, we're going to have a nice surprise for you."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Part 6 - Initiations

The cool air awoke Batgirl from her chlorogas addled state to find herself in what appeared to be a dungeon of some sort. She discovered herself to be bound flat on a wooden platform with her arms above her, pulled extremely taut so that her back was arched upwards a few inches. When she heard some muffled sounds she turned her head and was shocked at what she saw.

In a corner, Vicki Vale, still in her Catwoman costume, was bound in a bondage device that resembled a guillotine. She had been placed between the two wooden posts, her ankles strapped together tightly at the bottom, and her wrists and elbows cinched tight behind her back and pulled up with a strappado so that her torso leaned forward. She was on her toes, groaning in her uncomfortable position, and struggling to keep her balance to keep her arms from being pulled as painlessly as possible. A bit gag was strapped around her head to keep her from speaking.

Then Batgirl heard another sound and turned her head in the other direction. Across the room Dr. Chase Meridian lay on a padded platform, which had a metal T-shaped bar coming out of the middle of it. She had been placed on her stomach with her crotch snug against the vertical part of the bar. Then her hands and feet were pulled back and tied to the horizontal bar in a hog tie position, her back bowed up so that only her stomach touched the padded platform. She was still dressed in the Poison Ivy costume, and a green ball gag had been placed over in her mouth to match her costume.

For what seemed an eternity, all three of them looked at one another, totally helpless, all straining against their stringent bondage when Cornelius and Cordelia Crane finally made there grand entrance.

"Looks like we timed it perfectly, Cordy." Cornelius said to his daughter. "They're all up and eager for fun I'm sure."

"Which one do you want Daddy?" Cordelia asked.

"Why don't you take Batgirl, and I'll take the two naughty ones." He chuckled.

"Sounds scrumptious." Cordelia smiled at her father and went over to Batgirl.

"What are you going to do?" Batgirl asked as the latex-clad woman stood over her and ran her gloved fingertips over the bound heroine's taut form.

"We're going to play." Cordelia whispered into Batgirl's face and then allowed her tongue to snake out between her blue glossed lips and lick Batgirl on the chin. She winced and tried to turn away but Cordelia anticipated her move and held her tight.

While Cordelia teased Batgirl, Cornelius released Vicki Vale and Chase Meridian from their bonds. He ordered them to follow him into an antechamber, which was decorated in 17th century furniture, including a large ornate bed gilded with gold and silver. Under the influence of his drugs, they followed his every command.

"Please remove your costumes." Cornelius said. "Except for your masks and head ware."

Vicki and Chase began to peel away their disguises, bit by bit, first the footwear, and then Vicki with her body suit and Chase with her leaf decorated covering. While Vicki removed her elbow-length gloves and claws, Chase peeled down her sheer stockings. Then the two of them joined Cornelius on the bed; Vicki wearing only her eye mask and cat ears, and Chase with her vine covered tiara and eye makeup.

Cornelius opened his dark crimson robe and allowed the two submissive women to begin kissing and licking his chest and stomach. They did so with the eagerness of two women who only lived to please their benefactor. Vicki Vale looked at Cornelius with a love struck look in her blue eyes. Ever since Cordelia had introduced her to him, she felt a strange attraction that she had never felt before. All she knew was that she wanted him more than anything, even if it meant sharing him with Chase. Her body felt electrified, and her moist, thick lips quivered from the near proximity of this intriguing man.

Speaking of Chase, she couldn't wait to get at Cornelius. It was the first time that she had ever been this close to him, and it made all her desires explode within her. She could think of nothing else but pleasing him in whatever way he wanted. No one affected her like this, not Batman, not Bruce Wayne, not any of the men in her past, not anyone. Not even the masked and cloaked figure that took her earlier that evening and ravaged her to near madness. While she was with him, all she could think of was Cornelius. Her breathing became labored, and her eyes flashed at Cornelius, full of lust.

Cornelius took full advantage of his playthings, ordering them to bathe his cock with their pliant tongues. Following his lead alternately suckled and licked, kissed and teased his shaft, pausing at times to intermingle their own tongues and lips, exchanging fluids with their slurping mouths. He liked when they did that, and told them to kiss each other more while he watched in fascination. The more they kissed, the more they realized Cornelius enjoyed it, and so they went at it with lustful passion.

Like a director, Cornelius had them do things to each other that neither had ever done before, burying their faces in each other's laps, licking and moaning with increasing intensity. When they were near to making each other climax, Cornelius cruelly made them stop and ordered Vicki to straddle his pelvis while he had Chase sit over his face. With the two squirming women facing each other, Cornelius pumped Vicki hard while he feasted on Chase's tingling hot bush. Vicki and Chase fondled and kissed one another passionately while Cornelius assaulted their nether regions. He had them squealing like lovesick schoolgirls, ramming Vicki relentlessly while he squeezed Chase's tight ass.

And so it went on into the night, Cornelius ordering the women to even more arousing acts of sex, each more deviant than the last, and with each command, Vicki and Chase grew more enamored of Cornelius, each trying to outdo the other in pleasing him. In the end, he played more bondage games with them, tying them in an array of positions, teaching one how to tie the other and vice versa.

Cornelius was pleased with his pets. The initiation had gone very well and so he rewarded each of them with their own diamond studded collar. As the women fawned over him, he wondered how Cordelia fared with her own initiation of Barbara Gordon.


"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" screamed Barbara Gordon in her guise as Batgirl. Cordelia grinned sadistically at Barbara's cries. It was the fourth time she had been successful in making the costumed heroine climax by using an array of interchangeable vibrators and thick studded dildos. She currently had Batgirl in a unique pleasure/pain machine, suspended and stretched extremely tight in a spread eagle position by her wrists and ankles, straining to hold her body arched upwards to prevent the small steel clamps attached to thin chains from pulling her nipples painfully toward the ceiling.

"Please! Stooooooop!" Batgirl begged. "I can't...take this!"

"Oh, Babs, don't be such a crybaby." Cordelia teased. "It's not that bad is it?"

"Unnnnnnh!" Batgirl groaned as the vibrator was pushed slightly deeper by a robotic type arm controlled by Cordelia. But Cordelia was right, Batgirl thought with resignation. She didn't exactly hate it. In fact it was the most intense experience she had ever had, and she didn't know why. The pleasure, the pain, her mind still clouded by whatever substance had been introduced into her body, all combined to create a sensation in her mind and body that made Batgirl intensely aroused and excited. It was all she could do to keep from going insane as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her petite figure, her leg muscles tight, her arms tugging at her bonds, her hips rolling up and down and her breasts heaving as the caped heroine gasped for air. Her face under the cowl and her chest, which was exposed, were covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. Batgirl's mouth was wide open in an "O" shape of lust-filled orgasmic pleasure.

Cordelia took it upon herself to seize the heroine by the back of her head and place her mouth over Batgirl's, driving her tongue deep into her orifice, nearly choking her. All the surprised damsel could do was give out a low muffled, "Unnnnggggh!"

When she released her, Batgirl gasped and pleaded, "Wait! Stop!"

"It's too late, Babs." Cordelia told her. "You're in for the long haul now. But it's been a awhile now since I checked on Daddy, so I've got something else in mind to keep you occupied until I get back."

With that, Cordelia removed the humming vibrator from Batgirl's hot, sopping wet opening, and then released her from the bondage contraption. Batgirl was weak from the multiple orgasms, and before she could react, Cordelia seized her and attached a harness to her neck and torso, bringing her arms behind her to bind them into the harness. Then she spun Batgirl around and lifted her onto a small step stool and hooked the collar and wrist bindings to a chord suspended to the ceiling. As Batgirl soon learned from studying the series of pulleys and chords, any movement off the platform would result into a quick and painful separation of her shoulder from their sockets as well as having her air cut off.

"Cordelia. Why are you doing this?" Batgirl pleaded.

"Because I can, silly." Cordelia laughed as she patted Batgirl on her firm behind, and then went across the room to open a cabinet. Batgirl's eyes went wide when she saw the crossbow inside. Cordelia picked up a black rubber ball with a line attached to it and attached it to the trigger mechanism of the crossbow, and then unwound it until it reached over to where Batgirl was struggling on the footstool.

"Open wide." Cordelia told the grunting heroine.

"No! I won't!" Batgirl cried vehemently.

Cordelia grinned. She loved when they resisted. She grabbed Batgirl by the back of the neck and squeezed, causing the cowled crime fighter to groan loudly.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" She cried with her mouth open wide, allowing Cordelia the opportunity to stuff the ball in her mouth and adjust the line taut.

"Now be careful, Babs!" Cordelia said playfully. "If you let that go...well..."

Batgirl shot her a hateful glare, while clamping her teeth down tight on the ball.

"When I come back, I'll bring a nice riding crop and we'll have some more fun."

"Ummmm! Mmmmmm!" was all Batgirl could respond in reply.

Cordelia gave Batgirl one last smarting slap on her quivering behind before she left her alone in the room to contemplate the devious trap. Once the door was closed and locked, Batgirl immediately went to work. She was glad that she had the forethought to use her real Bat utility belt instead of the fake one Cordelia had provided with this costume.

While carefully gripping the ball in her mouth, she strained to get her fingers into a compartment in the back of her utility belt. After a few anxious minutes, she was successful in obtaining one of her lock picking devices and inserted it into the cuffs, which held her wrists. Once there she went to work diligently and carefully attempting to pick the lock, all while attempting to keep to balance herself on the small footstool, keeping as still as possible. In no time she was sweating profusely, and she could almost feel the ball slipping from her teeth as the strain made her breathe hard, nostrils flaring.

Then she felt the cuffs open. Her hands were loose and then the rest of the harness fell away except around her neck, which she slowly reached up to pick the tiny padlock holding it in place. Once it was snapped open, she gasped a sigh of relief as her breathing came easier. Now all she had to do was figure out what to do with the ball and crossbow, which was still aimed at her chest. From the short distance, Batgirl figured she would have to move faster than she had ever moved before once she let the ball go with her mouth. She concentrated and counted down mentally from five...four...three...two...

'One!' counted the heroine in her head as she opened her mouth wide, loosing the ball and in turn, triggering the crossbow. With a loud twang, the razor-tipped arrow was leased, and as fast as a bullet, it shot across the room. Instead of finding it's mark in Batgirl's chest, it scraped a hairline tear through the arm of her costume and punched a hole neatly through what was left instead, Batgirl's bright yellow cape, and then finally thudded hard into a wooden armoire on the other side of the room.

Once she rolled safely away, Batgirl hissed "Ouch!" as the razor cut burned her arm. She retrieved a bacterial ointment from her utility belt and treated the wound, which turned out to be nothing more than one hell of a paper cut. Once bandaged, Batgirl took another cylinder from her belt and removed the top. She turned the bottom and out rolled a type of super adhesive stick, which she used to repair the costume that Cordelia had sliced open with a razor. Once she was satisfied with the results, she went to the thick heavy door and went to work on the lock.

Part 7 -Escape

Cordelia found her father ruthlessly teasing his playthings by suspending Vicki Vale upside down from the ceiling while Chase Meridian was on her knees before him, pleading to be pleasured again.

"Cordelia, you're timing is perfect. These two are ready for more and I'm afraid I'm not as young as I used to be."

"Bit off a little more than you could chew, Daddy?" Cordelia smiled.

"You could say that." He chuckled and then told Cordelia, "Take this one."

Cordelia approached Chase and lifted her off her knees by the hair and then tossed her roughly on the bed. As Chase stared at her wide eyed with excitement and lust, Cordelia took her time retrieving a strap-on tool from a bedside drawer. Chase bit her lip at the size of it and immediately became wet.

Once Cordelia buckled the last strap, she ordered Chase, "Get on all fours. Back to me."

Chase gasped at Cordelia's forceful command and quickly complied as Cordelia approached the bed behind Chase. As her father watched from a comfortable chair next to the suspended Vicki, Cordelia slapped Chase hard on the ass to make her move faster. Then she fingered her opening, checking the moisture and then spread her wider to insert the thick tool.

"Unnnnnnnnnngh!" Chase groaned as Cordelia filled her. Her body began to squirm as Cordelia handled her like a doll, grasping her hips and giving her long slow thrusts and then harder quicker ones, making Chase squeal with pleasure. Cordelia enjoyed fucking the tight little body of Chase, the way she flipped her red hair around, the way she stared back at her, mouth open in lustful pleasure. Cordelia turned to her father, who looked on approvingly, stroking Vicki's cheek as she whimpered behind her gag. Cordelia knew exactly what her father liked, and so she grasped Chase by the hair and yanked her back, arching her back, squeezing and pinching her pink nipples, slapping her ass and pumping her roughly on the bed until she screamed with a long shuddering orgasm.

All of them were distracted by Chase and didn't notice that Batgirl had entered the room. When Cornelius noticed a form rushing by him, it was too late. The heroine was on Cordelia, who was still light-headed from her own climax, and locked her in a full nelson. Then she swung her sideways and slammed her into the bedpost.

Cornelius released Vicki in a matter of seconds and then ordered Vicki and Chase to take Batgirl. Chase was first to Batgirl, but still weakened from sex, she was no match for Batgirl's heel punch to the chin. Batgirl knew the two women were not in their right mind, and tried not to hurt them seriously, but Vicki was slightly bigger and stronger, and the two became locked in a furious wrestling match. But Vicki had been hanging upside down and when the blood rushed away from her head, she felt delirious, and it didn't take Batgirl long to subdue her with a knife hand to the back of the neck.

"Stay right where you are Mr. Crane!" Batgirl warned when she was finally face to face with her captor in a menacing stance. "You have a lot to answer for!"

"I had no intention of leaving, Barbara." Cornelius replied simply.

Batgirl was surprised at his calm manner, as if he didn't have a worry in the world. What she didn't realize was that Cordelia awake and coming up behind her. The heroine's instincts saved her as she ducked to deflect what would have been a debilitating blow to the head. But Cordelia was fast and strong, and soon the two were locked in a battle of desperation, each trying to get the upper hand on the other. In the end, Batgirl's superior fighting skills allowed her to lock Cordelia's vinyl clad arms and legs in a tight hold while she took out a knockout gas from her utility and belt and used it on the gasping Cordelia. She tried to resist the fumes but it was no use.

By that time Cornelius was awestruck that his daughter had been defeated. All he could do was watch as Batgirl lay Cordelia on the bed and then turned her attention to him.

"I certainly hope you don't want to fight Mr. Crane." Batgirl said. "Because I'm so angry right now that I'm afraid I would really do something to you I might regret."

Cornelius Crane held up his hands in a surrendering gesture. "You win, Miss Gordon."

'For now.' Cornelius thought as Barbara ordered him to sit down and remain still while she checked on Vicki and Chase. She was able to obtain from Cornelius the antidote to the drug that rendered the two women submissive to him and Cordelia. But Cordelia was another matter. Barbara discovered that she had been more intensely brainwashed by her own father, to satisfy his sick and perverted desires.

After Vicki and Chase were dressed and nearly back to normal, they met with Barbara about what to do with the two Cranes.

"I think it would be best if Mr. Crane spent some time with my father and I at Arkham." Chase suggested, referring to her and her father's positions as staff psychiatrists at Gotham City's asylum for the mentally disturbed. "And I'm going to take it upon myself to see if I can reverse what was done to Cordelia. I'm afraid it's going to take a long time for me to determine the extent of damage to her psyche."

"He was a monster for doing that to her." Vicki Vale said sadly.

"So it's agreed, then." Barbara said conspiratorially. "None of us will say a word about what happened to any of us here tonight, and the Alderman Club will stop here and now."

All three shook their heads in agreement. And so, Barbara Gordon and Vicki Vale returned home after helping Dr. Chase Meridian escort Cornelius Crane and his daughter Cordelia to Arkham Asylum. There it would be discovered the extent to which Cornelius controlled the important and powerful members of Gotham City society.

Part 8 - Final Regrets

Barbara received a call from her father the next day, sounding distraught, and she rushed over to see him.

"Barbara, I'm glad you could come. I need to speak with you." Gordon said in a shaken voice as he led Barbara to the den of his home.

"What is it Daddy?" Barbara asked with concern. "What's wrong?"

"I've done a horrible thing." Gordon murmured as he slumped down in a large soft chair. "Something unspeakable."

Barbara put a comforting arm around her father and sat close on the armrest, searching his face for a sign of what disturbed him. She urged, "Just tell me what's wrong."

"I made a terrible mistake." Gordon began as he rubbed his forehead. "If I would have known, I never would have joined.

"Joined what?" Barbara asked.

"It's a secret society...a men's club...they call themselves The Alderman."

Barbara's heart began to quicken.

"I was at a meeting...at least that was they called it...but it was more like a party."

"When was this?" Barbara asked.

"Friday."

"Go on. Tell me what happened."

"There were three of us... new members. It all seemed so innocent. They were good men. Respected. One was a doctor and another a newspaper publisher. We were to meet at the estate of Cornelius Crane..." Gordon choked. "I shouldn't say anymore."

"Nonsense, Daddy." Barbara admonished her father as her adrenaline surged within her own body. "Tell me everything."

"There was drinking. We were given something...I think it was drugged...then things began to turn bizarre. There were these women...young women... everyone was in costume. The only ones I knew for sure were Cornelius and the other new members. One was Victor Vale, the newspaper publisher, and a psychiatrist from Arkham Asylum, Dr. James Meridian. Then there was this dance... with women in costumes."

Barbara began to feel dizzy from her father's confession, but she listened intently.

"There was Batgirl, Poison Ivy, Catwoman. I knew they weren't the real ones, only women in masks. There was an auction. Each of us took one of these women and..."

Gordon began to sigh as his eyes welled up with moisture. "My God, what have I done?"

"What happened Daddy?"

"I...took...one of the women." Gordon groaned. "I don't even know who she was. I didn't even know my own mind... I swear!"

"Oh, Daddy..." Barbara whispered.

"I...we...went and..." Gordon stopped and could not continue. "I can't say anymore."

"Daddy," Barbara spoke quietly to her father. "Please... answer one question."

"No Barbara, I can't."

"Which one was it?"

"Please, Barbara...I'm so ashamed."

"Please tell me. You'll feel better if you just let it out and say it."

Gordon shivered and hugged himself as his voice quavered. "It was... Batgirl."

Barbara's heart froze. It was all she could do from going into shock. Her body went numb, her mouth open in stunned awe. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. After a few eternally long minutes, she gathered enough of her fortitude to speak.

"Daddy, don't worry." Barbara said with tears in her eyes. "It wasn't your fault."

"Please, Barbara..." Gordon sobbed. "Forgive me."

"I forgive you." Barbara closed her eyes and held her father until his eyes were dry.

THE END