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Batgirl Enhanced Ch. 01

By: Angelique Bouchette



This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?).

In recent times, there seems to have been a huge upsurge in the use of cosmetic surgery and other medical techniques, to enhance the physical attributes that nature has bestowed upon us. Why should Batgirl be immune from such temptations?

Enjoy!

Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter 1: New, Improved Batgirl

Wednesday, 2:45 pm

Jim Gordon drummed his fingers on the rim of the steering wheel, as he waited in his car, in the "Visitors' parking lot of 'Gotham Pines', an exclusive private hospital, situated on the outskirts of Gotham City. He glanced at his watch, for the fourth time in the last twenty minutes. Barbara was due to be discharged today, and had asked him to pick her up at 2:30 pm. It was now a quarter to three and there was still no sign of her.

His only daughter had been admitted into the hospital some three weeks ago, and had insisted that he should not visit her, while she was a patient there. She wouldn't even reveal what was wrong with her, mysteriously referring to her medical condition as 'one of those minor female problems', whenever he'd tried to broach the delicate subject. Still, he was a caring father, as well as the Commissioner of Police, and he couldn't help but worry about her. He had kept in touch, speaking to his daughter daily, over the telephone. Apparently the operation, or operations, had been a total success and there had been no unwanted medical complications.

He glanced out of the windshield, toward the main entrance of the modern, brick-built building. There was still no sign of her. The early summer sky had turned dull and overcast, with rain just starting to fall, heavily. Barbara had become increasingly withdrawn over the last six months, and seemed to have abandoned most of her friends, except for that pretty little blonde girl, Jennifer Goodbody, who was also her research assistant at the Gotham Central Library. This change in personality had all seemed to stem from that horrible incident with The Joker. The evil arch-villain, had kidnapped Barbara, and raped and abused her, while demanding a million dollars ransom for her return.

Jim shuddered, as he recalled the explicit videotape that the Clown of Crime had sent to him, at GCPD headquarters, showing his poor little girl being sexually abused by The Joker. "Thank God for Batman, Robin and the Batgirl!" he murmured, fighting back the tears that threatened to burst forth, at the recollection. "I don't know what I would have done without the Caped Crusaders?" The three crime-fighters had managed to track down the Ghastly Garish Pervert and rescue Barbara, as well as recover the million dollars ransom, kindly loaned to him by multi-millionaire Bruce Wayne, a local businessman and well known philanthropist.

Two figures appeared in the hospital entrance, and he instantly recognized them as Barbara and her young friend, Jenny. Barbara was wearing a big, shapeless overcoat that looked two sizes to big for her, but protected her from the wind and lashing rain. Jenny, on the other hand, was wearing a skimpy summer dress, with a disgustingly short skirt, totally inadequate for the prevailing weather conditions. He tooted his horn and gave them a wave, to get their attention.

The girls spotted him and hurried over to the car, splashing through the puddles that had started to form, before tumbling in the back seat together, both giggling like overgrown schoolgirls.

"Hi, daddy!" Barbara said, cheerfully, once she had extracted herself from a tangle of shapely limbs. She leant forward and planted a big wet kiss on his cheek, along with much of the bright-red lipstick that she had plastered over her lips. "Sorry we're a little late, but we got chatting to a couple of the nurses who'd looked after me, while I was in there," she added, a little breathlessly.

Strictly speaking, Jim Gordon wasn't Barbara's real father, but her uncle, but he had brought her up as his daughter, after both her parents had died in a tragic automobile accident, when she was just eight years old, but Jim always thought of her as his own flesh and blood.

"Are you all right, dear?" he asked, concern obvious in his voice.

"Fine, daddy! Jen popped over to ensure I got home safely!"

"Hi, Mr. Gordon!" Jennifer chipped in, busily trying to tug down the short hem of her abbreviated skirt, with only qualified success.

Jim glanced at the shapely blonde, in the rear-view mirror and blinked. Her damp dress was clinging to her spectacular figure, and he could clearly see her areolas and nipples through the semi-translucent material of her top. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra or even a sensible vest. He even caught a glimpse of her panties. They were white lace and clung tightly to her… "Er, hello, Jennifer!" he replied, belatedly, raising his eyes to the reflection of her cheerful face. "Shouldn't you be at work today, young lady?" he added, accusingly.

"I managed to get the day off, so I could help Barbara settle back into her apartment, sir!" the younger girl replied, cheerfully.

"Very thoughtful of you, Jenny," Jim murmured, starting the engine, and slipping the transmission into first gear, while trying to ignore the uncomfortable bulge that had developed in his pants. The car slowly pulled away and he drove out onto the highway, heading for Barbara's luxury apartment building in downtown Gotham City.

"Oh, by the way, dear, how would you like me to take you out for dinner tonight? To celebrate your um, your, ah… successful operation. What was it you said you'd had to have done, princess?"

Barbara grinned. "Stop fishing for information, daddy! You're only embarrassing us both! Anyway, I promised myself I would wash my hair tonight, and Jenny is going to stop over to keep me company. So, can I have a rain-check on that date?"

She saw the look of disappointment on her father's face, in the rear-view mirror, and added, "Tomorrow lunchtime would be just fine, daddy!"

Jim brightened up, and tried to keep his mind on the road. Things had been a little hectic of late, what with Batgirl out of the country, and the Dynamic Duo also out of town for a couple of days. Luckily, there hadn't been a major crime wave in their absence, and his valiant police force had been able to adequately cope. Anyway, Batman was due back today.

"We'll have to get you out of those wet clothes, as soon as we get back to my place," Barbara whispered to her blonde companion, placing a hand on Jenny's damp exposed right thigh and gently stroking it.

"Oooh, I can hardly wait!" Jen replied in a hushed voice, and then giggled, girlishly, as she parted her legs, hopefully. She and Barbara had been an item for the best part of a year now, but they were trying to keep it under wraps. Neither girl wanted to come out yet, and admit they were lesbian lovers!

Wednesday, 3:05 pm

The Police Commissioner dropped the two girls off, outside of the apartment building, and then watched them run through the rain and in through the front entrance. "Jennifer's a nice enough girl," he muttered, "but she will insist on dressing like a hooker! I wish she'd take a leaf out of Barbara's book, and dress a little more conservatively!" He sighed, and then, using his mirror, he signaled with his blinker and pulled out into the traffic flow.

-oOo-

As soon as the two girls were inside the apartment, Jennifer closed the steel reinforced door and lent back against it, panting, heavily. They'd just ran up the fire stairs, rather than use the elevator. Both girls liked to keep fit and in shape. "OK, let's see them," she demanded, eagerly. "Let's see what all the fuss is about!"

Barbara chuckled at the sight of the blonde girl almost peeing herself with excitement. "Patience, child! I've hardly had time to catch my breath!" she scolded.

"Come on, cut out the shy young virgin routine. Get 'em out!" Jenny retorted, her blue eyes glittering with curiosity.

"Oh, all right, if you insist!" Barbara shrugged off her woolen overcoat, revealing a smart white blouse and a black skirt, reaching down to just below mid-thigh. She tugged the shirt from the waistband of her skirt, then deliberately turned her back to Jenny, before started to unbutton it.

"Hurry up!"

Barbara grinned and having unfastened the last button, quickly shrugged the crisp, white garment from her shoulders and tugged it from her arms, before tossing it onto the chesterfield. "Well, what do you think?" she enquired, turning back to face the blonde, shoulders pressed back and hands resting on her hips.

"Wow!" Jennifer's eyes opened wide. "They… They are absolutely fantastic, Barbara! Incredible! There was nothing wrong with your old boobs, but these… Wow!"

Barbara turned to look in the wall mirror. "Yes, they aren't bad, are they?" she murmured, smugly, lightly supporting them in the palms of her hands. "They're not much bigger than my old ones, of course. I used to be a 35b and now I'm a 36c, but they're so much firmer and rounder!" She giggled. "Batgirl should never need to wear a sports bra again!"

"Remind me how they do it again," Jennifer asked, her eyes glued to the lovely firm globes of tit-flesh, sitting high on Barbara's chest.

They make small incisions at the base of the breasts, and insert these silicon rubber sacks, which are then filled with gel, until your breasts are the required size." Barbara squeezed her breasts together, and then allowed them to spring apart again, delighted at their elasticity. "They feel and behave perfectly naturally, but they're sooh deliciously firm, without a hint of droop, unlike my old ones. I feel like a new woman!"

"You'll have to make do with me for the time being," Jenny retorted, stepping close. "May I feel them, please?"

"I can't think of anyone I'd rather have touching them!" Barbara said, sincerely. "I've missed you Jen!"

Jennifer hands cupped the two perfectly symmetrical fleshy orbs. They felt deliciously firm, but just as warm and natural as ever. "And I've missed you to, lover!" she murmured, flicking her thumbs over the twin peaks at the centers of Barbara's dark areolas. The nipples immediately started to stiffen and grow. "Oh my gosh!" Jenny gasped, her big blue eyes growing wide. "What have they done to your nips? They… They must be half an inch long, now they're fully erect!"

Barbara chuckled. "They did do some minor surgery on them, plus various injections. Spectacular, huh?"

"Wow! I'll say!" Jenny squeezed each swollen nipple between an index finger and thumb, transfixed by the sight.

"Aaahhh!" Barbara gasped with pleasure, arching her back.

"They seem just as sensitive," Jenny murmured, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "but I'd better give them the acid test!" Her hot mouth enveloped the left nipple and she sucked on it, powerfully.

"Oh yes!" Barbara gasped, throwing her head back with eyes closed. "That feels really good!"

Jennifer switched breasts and licked and sucked the other pink crest, while Barbara squirmed and moaned with delight. Her hands moved onto Barbara's buttocks and the fingers of her right hand sought out the rear zip fastener of Barbara's skirt, with practiced ease. The zipper slid down, and Jenny eased the skirt down over the swell of her partner's hips, until it fell about her trim ankles.

As Barbara stepped out of her skirt, leaving her clad in just her stockings, panties and heels, her eyes flew open. "Goodness, what am I thinking of?" she exclaimed, in mock horror. "We must get you out of those wet things, before you catch your death of cold, young lady!"

Jennifer grinned and nodded. "If you say so, darling!" she agreed. They both started unbuttoning the front of her dress and Jenny slipped it from her shoulders, then pushed the bunched up material down off her hips. As it pooled about her ankles, Jenny stepped out of it, leaving her wearing a brief pair of lacy white panties, sheer white stockings and matching high-heeled pumps.

She stepped in close, pressing her breasts and thighs hard up against those of the slightly taller girl. At 5 feet 8 inches, Jennifer was about an inch shorter than her red-haired significant other half. "Is that better?" she murmured, sliding her hands beneath the waistband of Barbara's panties and cupping her well padded gluteus maximus, moments before their lips met in a passionate kiss. Within seconds their tongues were dueling and exploring, their hips writhing, as they rubbed their bodies against each other.

Barbara's left thigh was soon rubbing up against her lover's hot moist love box, while Jenny returned the compliment with the stiffened fingers of her left hand, rubbing against Barbara's mons.

"Oh God, that feels sooh good!" Barbara panted, arching her back and pulling her face away. "I've really missed our love-making, Jen! Whoops!" She tottered back a pace or two, as she lost her balance and stumbled against the chesterfield and fell backward onto the cushioned seats, with Jenny sprawled out on top of her.

When their giggles had subsided, Jenny sat back in a squatting position, then hooked her fingers into Barbara's briefs and tugged them down from her hips and past her knees, until they were about her ankles. Barbara giggled and kicked the scanty item of underwear free of her heels, while she watched the blonde almost tear off her own panties.

Seconds later, Jen had turned around so that the girls were in their favorite 'sixty-nine' position, with the blonde still on top. As she lowered her face to Barbara's glistening sex, she also lowered her blonde pubic bush down over the redhead's face. "Now eat me, while I eat you, you sexy bitch!" Jennifer growled, with a slight wiggle of her shapely hips. "It's about time you had a decent meal, after all that awful hospital mush!"

"Mmmmm, ummm!" Barbara agreed, nuzzling into the curly bush, her tongue soon finding her lover's hot, pink slit. Jennifer smiled with pleasure, and then joined her for a late afternoon snack.

Wednesday, 6:15 pm

Later that evening, the two naked girls were lying side by side on their backs, in Barbara's newly installed king-sized bed, slowly recovering from a bout of intense lovemaking. Jenny raised her upper torso, turning to face her companion and propped herself up on one elbow, before running a loving hand over Barbara's expensive new assets. "I'm jealous!" she declared, with a sexy pout. "These beauties make my own boobs look like a couple of oversized bee stings! You've got a better pair of tits than that Pamela Henderson chick in that old TV series 'Boob Watch'!"

Barbara giggled with delight. "It's 'Bay Watch' and her name is Pamela Anderson!" she corrected.

"Huh? I knew that!" blustered Jenny. She frowned as she took in the rest of her lover's hourglass figure. "Are you sure they're only a size 36?" she questioned.

Barbara chuckled, and rolled over toward her. "Yeah, I'm sure! Why, do you want to check them out with a tape measure?"

"No, no, but they sure do wonders for your figure!"

"That'll be partially due to the missing ribs and the tummy tuck," Barbara admitted, with a sly grin, stroking Jen's pink-tinged cheek.

"What missing ribs?" Jennifer exclaimed, her eyes opening wide, as she sat upright.

"Didn't I mention it? I've had my lower pair of ribs removed, plus a little bit of cosmetic skin tightening around the tummy. My waist size is barely 23 inches now, but my hips are still the same generous 36 inches."

"Wow! Now I'm REALLY jealous! I shall have to get a boob job of my own, as soon as I can afford it, that is!" Despite holding down two jobs, most of Jenny's surplus earnings went on the fees of the nursing home that looked after her paraplegic brother, who required constant care and attention, 24/7.

"Don't be silly, you're barely twenty-one! I love your breasts just the way they are!" Barbara murmured, reaching over and flicking the nipple of Jen's right breast into full erection. "Maybe when you reach my age and parts of you start to surrender to the effects of gravity…?"

"You're only five years older than me!" Jennifer protested.

"Nearer to six!" Barbara replied, with a forced sigh.

"Anyhow, you were already the most gorgeous girl in Gotham, BEFORE you went under the surgeon's scalpel!" Jennifer added. She lent over and gently kissed Barbara on the lips, and then she snuggled up real close and personal, and closed her eyes. Soon, both lovers had dozed off, with smiles on their lips.

-oOo-

The bedside clock chimed 10:00 pm, and Barbara gave a start and her eyes flew wide open. "Goodness, is that the time?" she exclaimed, as she sat up and swung her shapely legs off the side of the bed. "Time I changed into my Batgirl costume and went out on patrol!"

"Oooh no you don't!" Jenny cried, grabbing her left wrist and pulling her back down onto the mattress. "You've only just got out of the hospital! We don't want you tearing any stitches. Tonight, Gotham's criminals get a free ride! Talking of rides…"

Before Barbara could protest, Jenny had straddled her hips and covered the redhead's mouth with her own, cutting off any possible retort. They kissed deeply for the next few minutes.

"Besides," Jenny gasped, when they finally came up for air, "I didn't agree to stop the night, just so I could sleep in your bed all on my lonesome!" Two digits of her right hand slipped into Barbara's pussy and began to ease in and out.

"Aaahhh! OK, you've convinced me," Barbara replied, laughing, as she spread her thighs apart.

-oOo-

Selina Kyle posed in front of the full-length mirror, legs slightly astride and hands on her hips, mimicking the classic Batgirl pose, although she would never admit to that. She was wearing her latest sexy Catwoman outfit, comprising of a skintight purple catsuit made from the sheerest stretch Lycra, with black accessories; high-heeled ankle boots, gloves with built in steel claws, low-slung utility belt, and a mask that covered the top half of her face, to disguise her features. The catsuit clung to her shapely 37-24-36 figure, like a coat of paint, enhancing her large firm breasts, her narrow waist and her shapely ass. An abbreviated black thong, worn beneath the translucent catsuit, preserved what little modesty she cared to retain!

Catwoman was taller than average, for a woman, with long lithe legs, that further enhanced her shapely torso. Her face was classically beautiful, with a determined jut to her jaw, full sensual lips, large green eyes and carefully plucked eyebrows. A mass of dark curly hair framed this sophisticated-looking face, as she examined herself, critically. She was determined to maintain her reputation as Gotham's sexiest super-villain, hence her latest revealing costume.

She heard a low purring sound, and glanced down to see a Persian kitten rubbing its way around her left ankle, and smiled down at her pet, one of many. Selina adored cats of all sorts, provided that the list excluded that troublesome flat-chested minx, Batgirl! She picked up the fluffy bundle of fur and stroked it, lovingly. She couldn't resist stroking a warm pussy, one of her few weaknesses.

Selina had always taken good care of her looks and figure, thanks to a rigid regime of exercise, diet and her nocturnal cat-burglar activities and, unlike her regular advisories, Batman, Robin and Batgirl, her costume was designed to enhance her spectacular figure, rather than help protect it from her opponents' blows or weapons. Hence she wore no Kevlar breastplate or other body armor, relying instead on her speed, agility and martial arts expertise, to avoid serious injury.


Batgirl Enhanced Ch. 01



Her latest Cat-costume was the sexiest yet, and was a direct result of an article in the Gotham Gazette, in which they'd had the temerity to claim that Gotham's sexiest costumed character was no longer herself, but the Batgirl, according to a recent poll of their readers. She'd immediately designed and had made up, several new, even more risqué, Catwoman costumes.

"Fancy choosing that flat-chested broad, Bat-bitch, ahead of me!" she muttered, angrily, stroking her pussy. "She's got about as much sex appeal as a nun!" This was a little hard on the Dark Damsel, since her shapely figure had always been partially obscured by her protective body armor.

Selina gently replaced the cat on the carpet, and then removed her gloves, with the currently retracted, razor-sharp stainless steel claws in the fingertips. She then ran her hands down over her large shapely breasts, flicking the nipples into full erection, for the best effect. "Who, in theirrr rrright mind, would vote for anyone but me?" she purred.

Little did Catwoman know that Batgirl was destined to become an even bigger favorite, once the good citizens of Gotham, got an eyeful of her new figure, in its sexy, new Batcostume!



Batgirl Enhanced Ch. 02



This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?).

In recent times, there seems to have been a huge upsurge in the use of cosmetic surgery and other medical techniques, to enhance the physical attributes that nature has bestowed upon us. Why should Batgirl be immune from such temptations?

Enjoy!

Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter 2: New, Improved Batcostume

Wednesday, 6:20 pm

Batman was sitting in front of the Bat-computer, in the Batcave, when Robin slid down the Bat-pole and bounded over to his mentor and fellow crime-buster. "Hey Bruce!" he greeted, cheerfully. "Barbara gets out of the hospital today, or had you forgotten?"


Bruce Wayne, AKA Batman, looked up from the monitor display, where he had been updating the known current circumstances of Gotham City's major league villains. "No, I hadn't forgotten," he retorted, a little more forcefully than he'd intended.

"Why don't you give her a call?" Dick Grayson, AKA Robin, suggested, with a broad grin on his youthful face. Both caped crusaders were well aware that Barbara Gordon was also Batgirl, their staunchest ally in the never-ending battle against Gotham's criminal fraternity.

"Ah, um, no, I don't think so, old friend!" Bruce replied, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly. "Probably the last thing she wants right now, is a reminder that she has been neglecting her crime-fighting duties, these past few weeks!"

"Come off it, Bruce!" the Boy Wonder protested. "She HAS been in hospital, after all! Anyway, Sparrow has been helping us out with Batgirl's night patrols, whenever she could!" He smiled to himself, as he recollected that Jennifer worked as a striptease artist, several nights a week. He blinked, and brought his thoughts back to the present. "What is it that Babs has had done, anyway?"

Bruce went a shade redder, and he cleared his throat before replying. "Hrumph! I, ah, I don't exactly know, old chum," he replied with a shrug. "I have been led to believe that it was one of those, er, problems that only females suffer from?"

"Oh?" Dick replied, with a blank look on his face, no more enlightened than before. He brightened up. "Will Jenny be dropping by this evening, Bruce?" he enquired. Dick had developed a soft spot for Jennifer Goodbody, AKA Sparrow, over the last few months. The gorgeous young blonde had a great tush and a sparkling personality to match.

Bruce shook his head and smiled at the eagerness in Dick Grayson's voice. "Sorry, Dick! I believe she's stopping over at Barbara's place tonight, to help smooth her transformation back into normal Gotham society! Barbara will probably have to put her feet up for a few days yet, before she can resume the strenuous activities involved in her nocturnal patrols?" He glanced at his Bat-watch. "Anyway, time is scurrying by, Boy Wonder. It's time we got out on the streets and kicked some criminal ass. To the Batmobile!"

Thursday, 8:30 am

Jennifer was sitting in front of the dresser, painting her toenails a sinful shade of crimson, with just a large fluffy pink towel wrapped around her otherwise nude body, when the door-chime sounded. "I'll go get it!" she yelled, above the sound of gushing water from the shower, where Barbara was still rinsing off the soapsuds from her spectacular frame.

"Thanks, hon!" Barbara called, switching of the spray and stepping, dripping, out of the cubicle.

Jen scurried over to the reinforced metal door and peered out through the spy-hole. Standing in the hallway, was a bored-looking, uniformed delivery boy, shuffling from one foot to the other, while he waited. He was carrying a large parcel, wrapped in plain brown paper. She quickly threw back the various security bolts and latches, and pulled open the heavy door. "Yes?" she enquired, with a raised eyebrow.

The boy's eyebrows shot up, as he ogled the gorgeous blonde, who was obviously clad in nothing but the towel, precariously wrapped around her torso. "Er, Ms. Gordon?" he enquired, trying to keep the grin off his spotty face.

"Yeah?" Jennifer replied, not bothering to put him straight.

"Parcel! You'll need to sign for it though!" He handed her a receipt book and ballpoint pen, then held out the parcel, so she could use it to lean on, as she penned her signature, hoping that the towel might give up its tenuous hold, while she was signing for the delivery.

Jen signed Barbara's name then handed back the book and pen. "There! Whoops!" She made a hasty grab for the towel, just as it started to come unraveled, and managed to keep it up in front of her chest, thus depriving the youth of a cheap thrill. She reached out and took the parcel from him with her free right hand. "Well?" she enquired, as he made no move to leave.

"What, no tip?" he asked, with a cheeky grin.

"Does it look as if I'm carrying any money on me?" she snapped. "Beat it, kid!" Jenny stepped back and slammed the door in the boy's startled face.

She sat down on the couch and examined the parcel without bothering to replace the towel around her torso, instead, draping it over the arm of the chesterfield. The parcel appeared to have come from a company calling itself 'Specialized Fetish Apparel'.

Just then, Barbara stepped through the doorway, into the lounge, briskly rubbing a towel through her tousled hair, but otherwise naked. "Who was that, hon?" she enquired, and then her eyes alighted on the parcel. "Hey, yes, it's arrived!" she cried, her eyes glittering with excitement.

"What's arrived?"

"My new Batgirl costume! Open it up, Jen, there's a good girl!"

Jennifer nodded and eagerly tore away the paper wrapping and opened the box. Inside, wrapped in tissue paper, were various items of Kevlar body armor, complete with straps and buckles, plus a dozen cellophane packets, containing what looked like, sheer, purple, one-piece body-stockings.

"Pass me one of those packets, then close your eyes, while I try it on!"

"Why on earth should I close my eyes?" Jen protested, good-naturedly. "I can already see everything you've got!"

"I want it to be a surprise!" Barbara insisted, with a sexy pout. "Now, do as you're told and close your eyes!"

"Oh, very well!" Jenny deliberately exaggerated placing her hands over her eyes. A few seconds later, she felt Barbara sit down on the couch beside her, followed by a lot of squirming and shuffling, as Babs slipped into the costume. Barbara was humming, happily, to herself. Finally, Jenny felt the seat cushion rise, as her lover stood up from the couch and turned to face her.

"OK, you can look now!" Barbara announced, somewhat breathlessly.

Jenny squinted through her fingers, and then took both hands away from her eyes. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed, wide-eyed. Barbara stood before her, in her classic Batgirl pose, hands on hips and legs astride. The purple body stocking she wore, was so sheer, it was almost transparent. It covered her from neck to ankles, including her arms, and clung to her spectacular figure like a coat of paint. Her only underwear appeared to be the briefest of thongs, comprising of a tiny black triangle of material, that barely covered her pubes, plus bootlace thin side straps that rode high over the tops of her hips.

"Ta-dah!" Barbara did a slow spin, revealing that the side straps swept down off her hips, to meet at the junction of her shapely buttocks, before disappearing out of sight between them. "What do you think?"

Jenny blinked. "How on Earth are you going to stop that thong from slipping down?" she gasped, feeling her sex start to moisten.

"I'm not!" Barbara retorted, with a mischievous smile.

"WHAT?"

"It's not going to slip down," Barbara added, seeing the look of shock on Jennifer's face. "It's sewn into the body stocking," she explained, with a sly grin. "Well, a girl has to retain a little modesty, after all!"

"But you can't go out on patrol d-dressed like THAT!" Jenny protested, now highly aroused.

"Of course not, silly! When I've strapped my body armor on, I should look quite respectable... well, almost!" she added, with a titter. "Please help me on with it, Jen!"

The young girl nodded, dragging her eyes away from Barbara's enhanced jiggling breasts. The dark areolas were clearly visible, Barbara's unbelievably prominent nipples trying to punch twin holes through their clinging confines.

First, they buckled the perfectly sculpted Kevlar plates to Barbara's upper arms and forearms, and then they did the same to the front of her thighs and her shins. A Kevlar pelvic girdle was then fastened about her slim waist, protecting the tops of her hips.

Finally, Barbara picked up the Kevlar breastplate and examined it, with a pleased expression on her face. Unlike her old costume, this had been custom formed to fit her new breasts, even down to the deep nipple recesses. She slipped it over her newly acquired attributes and passed the straps to Jen, for her to buckle up.

"How on Earth did you manage to get this to fit so perfectly?" Jennifer asked in wonderment, as she bucked up the straps in the back, pulling the armor tight up against Barbara's enhanced chest.

Barbara gave a low chuckle. "I got one of the nurses to take a plaster caste of my new boobs, shortly after the operation, then sent it off to this company, along with the rest of the costume specification."

Jenny finished buckling the armor into place, and Barbara turned to face her. "How does it look now?" she enquired, her big green eyes glittering with excitement.

"You... You look fantastic!" Jennifer gasped. The two Kevlar breasts were a perfect reproduction of the real things and a yellow bat symbol, was emblazoned across her impressive frontage. Jenny's eyes dropped to Barbara's crotch. The minute triangle of black material, clung to her pussy lips, clearly outlining them, unobscured by the Kevlar girdle or her thigh armor.

Jennifer was so engrossed in the erotic vision before her, that she was totally unaware that her stiffened fingers were rubbing against her mons, and against her swollen clitoris, until she felt the climax sweep over her.

Thursday, 12:30 pm

Barbara had arranged to meet her father in a local diner at noon but, as usual, she was running late. "Well, it IS a girl's prerogative!" she told herself, as she headed for the rendezvous, ignoring the many appreciative looks she was getting from her fellow pedestrians, as she strode along the sidewalk.

Jim Gordon checked his watch, for perhaps the dozenth time. "Where is she?" he muttered, starting to get worried.

Suddenly, the glass double-doors swung inward, and a vision in red swept into the diner.

"Barbara?" croaked the Commissioner, startled by her appearance. His daughter was wearing a short red shift, with a daringly low-cut neckline, and a skirt that barely reached halfway down to her knees, together with dark, patterned hose and matching red, spiky-heeled pumps.

His daughter spotted him and waved her purse in the air above her head, causing her skirt hem to rise to almost arrestable height. "Hi daddy!" she called, cheerfully, hurrying over, slightly breathlessly, her chest heaving.

Arriving at the other side of the small table, she lent over and kissed him on his forehead. This action almost caused her breasts to tumble out of the top of her low-cut dress, up against his opened-mouthed face. "Sorry I'm late, daddy!" she gushed, pulling a chair out from under the table and preparing to sit down opposite him.

Jim Gordon stared at his daughter, goggle-eyed. "Barbara, you aren't wearing a bra!" he accused, his ears going a bright red. He had clearly caught a glimpse of her nipples, and what nipples they were!

"Uh, huh!" she confirmed, cheerfully, giving him a broad smile and sitting down. "I knew it would be hot and stuffy in here, daddy, so I dressed accordingly!" Her one hand tugged at the hem of her short skirt, which was threatening to slide all the way up to the tops of her thighs, and reveal her frilly underwear to any interested onlooker, of which there appeared to be many?

Her father glanced around, guiltily, noting the knowing smirks on the faces of several nearby male diners and the frowns on the faces of their wives or girlfriends. "Oh, nooo!" he groaned to himself, realizing that they probably thought he was some sort of 'sugar daddy' or worse, or that the gorgeous redhead seated opposite him, was a high-class hooker.

He turned back to Barbara, his eyes automatically going to her unfettered breasts. "Barbara, dear..." he began, clawing at his suddenly over-tight shirt collar.

"Yes, daddy?" she replied, all wide-eyed innocence.

"Your, um, your chest seems more, ah, pronounced today!"

She blushed, prettily. "Please don't stare so, daddy, you're drawing unwanted attention to yourself, and embarrassing me!" She hastily picked up the menu and obscured his view of her cleavage. "Now, have you ordered yet?" she asked, primly. "I'm absolutely ravenous!"

Thursday, 9:30 pm

Commissioner James Gordon was seated at his desk, staring into space, when a knock came at his office door, bringing him out of his reverie. "Come in!" he called out.

The door swung inward, and the familiar, chunky figure of his Chief of Police, shuffled into the office. "Begorra! Are you still here, Commissioner?" exclaimed Chief O'Hara, with a bemused expression on his florid features.

"Er, yes, Chief," replied his worried-looking superior, glad of a friendly face. He decided to jump straight in at the deep end, and air his troubled thoughts. "I'm worried about Barbara, old friend!"

"The pretty colleen is all right, isn't she, Commissioner?" enquired the easy-going Irishman, with a concerned frown. He'd always had a soft spot for Jim's lovely daughter, ever since she used to insist on sitting on his knee and bounce up and down. But that had been a good few years ago!

"I'm not so sure, Chief? Ever since she was kidnapped and sexually abused by that evil buffoon, the Joker, she doesn't seem to be the same girl? She seems to have become a little too coarse and brazen, too outspoken somehow, and she's hardly ever at home, when I call, these days?"

O'Hara recollected the Joker's ransom videotape, which he had viewed with the Commissioner, some months earlier, right here in this office. "Any young lass would bound to be affected, after having the Joker ram his cock up her ass!" he suggested, sympathetically. "Bejazus! Did you see the size of that thing? It must've been..."

"That's sufficient, thank you, Chief!" Jim Gordon snapped, cutting the almost drooling Irishman off short. "The point is, my daughter seems to have lost that air of child-like innocence, that I loved so much!"

"The young lass IS starting to grow up, Commissioner, to be sure! She IS twenty-six years old, after all!"

Jim Gordon sighed. "True, but she will always be my little girl in my eyes, Chief! Still, it's about time Barbara found herself a steady boyfriend and gave some serious thought to settling down, getting married, and raising a family of her own!" His mood brightened, at this particular train of thought. "I'm quite looking forward to becoming a grandfather, one day!"

He rose up from his desk. "Well, I'm going home, Chief!" he declared, with unusual conviction. Grabbing his coat, he headed for the door. "Goodnight O'Hara! See you in the morning!"



Batgirl Enhanced Ch. 03



This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?).

In recent times, there seems to have been a huge upsurge in the use of cosmetic surgery and other medical techniques, to enhance the physical attributes that nature has bestowed upon us. Why should Batgirl be immune from such temptations?

Enjoy!

Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter 3: The Earrings Of Bastet

Friday, 2:10 am

Big Dirk switched off the hot pneumatic drill, and straightened his aching back, before wiped a mixture of sweat and concrete dust from his forehead and smooth-shaven head, with a grease stained 'kerchief. Dirk was a giant of a man, some 30 years of age. He was currently stripped down to the waist, his muscular torso gleaming under the powerful portable artificial lighting that had been set up earlier. He waited for the swirling cloud of dust to settle, then pulled off the safety mask, covering his nose and mouth. "How much further is it?" he growled, with a frown, turning to look at the purple-clad female who was seated some fifteen feet behind him.

Selina Kyle, currently in her Catwoman persona, glanced at the schematic diagram spread out over her thighs, and then pulled off her own respirator. "According to this, we should be through to the vault after another two feet, or so," she called to him. "Have no fears! Everything is going according to plan, gentlemen!"

"My back is killing me!" snarled Dan, the remaining member of the trio, as he cleared away the concrete rubble and bricks from the working face. Despite his six-feet four-inch brutish build, the 22 year old, whose nickname was 'Desperate', was supposed to have a miniscule pecker, hence the name and his lack of success with members of the opposite gender. Like Dirk, he was stripped to the waist, apart from his leather-faced work gloves, and was sweating profusely.

Selina's gaze drifted down to the crotch of his tight-fitting blue-denim jeans. "There's certainly not much of a bulge down there!" she mused, with a knowing smirk. "Not much longer!" she told him, encouragingly.

Selina had chosen her fellow bank robbers for their brawn, rather than their brains. She had enough brains for all three of them. They were currently in the basement of the Macy's Department Store, which was located next to the Gotham City branch of the First National Bank. The hole in the basement wall, adjacent to the bank vault, was some four-feet in diameter and ten feet deep, after several hours of backbreaking toil. Toil for Dirk and Dan, that is!

Catwoman was sitting in the basement, on the top of a heap of excavated rubble, her sexy stretch Catwoman costume, covered in dirty smudges and a fine layer of dust, much to her annoyance. "I should have worn overalls, or a pair of work jeans," she muttered to herself. "Far more practical!"

She brought her mind back to the present problem. "OK boys, back to work!" she snapped, just as Dirk was taking a welcome swig from a water canteen, hanging by a strap from his bull-like neck.

"Yeah, yeah!" he growled, re-sealing the bottle and pulling the mask back over his lower face and thumbing the industrial hammer drill back into life. His powerful shoulders juddered, as the drill bit cut into the remaining reinforced concrete and a cloud of dust and concrete fragments flew into the air.

Ten minutes later, he gave a muffled cry of success, as the drill bit broke through into the bank vault. He quickly enlarged the hole, as Dan and Catwoman eagerly dragged away the chunks of broken concrete and steel reinforcement from the ever enlarging entrance.

Catwoman stepped forward and shone a powerful flashlight through the swirling clouds of dust, into the inky darkness beyond. "This is it, boys!" she crowed, her voice somewhat muffled by her mask. "There's a light switch over by the barred door!" She looked at her illuminated watch dial. "We should have at least two hours to rifle through those safe deposit boxes. Take only gold, jewelry and any cash money that you find! You both know what I'm looking for in particular?"

"Yeah, yeah! That Ancient Egyptian stuff!" replied Desperate, as Dirk scrambled through the hole, then hurried over and switched on the overhead strip lighting. Dan followed him into the vault, hefted a crowbar and inserting the curved end into the gap at the top of the first deposit box. He levered it upward, his powerful arm muscles bulging. There was a loud 'crack', like a pistol shot, as the metal lock sheered under this brutal onslaught. He dragged the box out from the bank of identical looking depositories and chortled, as the gleam of expensive jewelry caught his gaze. "If they're all like this, we should make a fortune from tonight's little caper!" he exclaimed, dropping the booty into the sack that Catwoman handed to him.

The two muscle-bound hoodlums set about breaking into the rest of the safe deposit boxes, with renewed enthusiasm.

-oOo-

Some forty-five minutes later, Dirk gave a cry of triumph, as he broke open yet another box. "Hey, Catwoman, I think this might be what you wuz lookin' fer?" He turned and tossed a small, gold casket, covered in Egyptian hieroglyphics, over to his feline companion.

"Ummph!" Selina gasped, as she caught, then nearly dropped, the precious item. It was a lot heavier than it looked. "Careful, you imbecile!" she snarled, angrily. "This item is priceless, if it's what I think it is?" The two goons returned to filling their sacks with gold, money and jewelry, while Catwoman held her breath, and prized open the lid of the small, solid gold casket.

"Yesssss!" she hissed in triumph, as her eyes alighted on the pair of gold earrings within the jewelry box. "The Earrings of Bastet!" The exquisitely formed items of jewelry were in the form of two sitting cats, with inset emeralds for eyes. She took them from the box and caressed them, lovingly. Bastet or Bast was claimed to be the daughter of Ra, and was the protector of all cats. Legend had it, that the earrings had been stolen by a beautiful young seductress, a High Priestess of Bast, and that they gave their possessor strange, mystical powers, that enabled her to enslave the heart and soul of any man, or woman she cared to command! History records that she seduced Prince Setna, amongst others, claiming to be the Earthly incarnation of 'Bastet the Beautiful' and had commanded him to sacrifice all his children, by his true wife, to the 'Cats of Bastet'. This the entranced prince had willingly done!

The 'Earrings of Bastet' were but one of several exhibits, that had been loaned to the 'Gotham Museum of Ancient History' for a limited period, by the 'Museum of Egyptian Antiquities in Cairo' but only upon the express understanding that the earrings be locked away in a high-security vault, each evening, after the public exhibition had drawn to a close. Selina had checked out the security arrangements at the museum and had decided that they were probably beyond even her considerable burglary skills to circumvent. So, she had decided to approach the problem from a different direction and had enlisted the aid of a couple of willing helpers, to help her break into the bank vault.

The earrings were incredible! The cats looked almost life-like, and the gold felt warm, rather than cold and metallic. As she continued to caress them, her nipples grew hard and erect beneath the clinging confines of her catsuit, and she found herself growing wet beneath the tightly stretched gusset of her thong panties. She squirmed her shapely ass, suddenly feeling incredibly hot all over, as an electric tingle seemed to pass through her highly aroused body.

She reluctantly dropped the earring back into the box and snapped the lid shut, with a shuddering gasp. "Come on boys, let's finish up here! We must have several million dollars worth of loot by now?" she exclaimed, her heartbeat starting to slowly return to normal.

"But Boss, we ain't opened much more than half of these deposit boxes yet!" protested Desperate, a greedy glitter in his close-set eyes.

"We've got plenty!" she snapped. "The sooner we high-tail it outta here, the further away we will be when they finally discover the robbery, and the less likely we are to get caught! Got it, moron?"

"Huh? Oh, er, yeah, Catwoman!" he replied, looking over at Big Dirk for some support.

Dirk shrugged his massive shoulders. "She's the boss lady, Desperate! Anyway, I figure there should be enough loot here to set us all up for life, once we split it three ways, like we agreed!"

Catwoman hid a smirk behind one gloved hand. "That's what you think, Big Boy!" she murmured to herself. "Collect all the gear together and let's get the hell outta here!" she barked. "We don't want to leave any clues for the keystone cops, or those meddlesome Caped Crusaders!"

Both thugs nodded and began to carry the numerous bags of loot and all their tools, back through into the other building. Selina carefully placed the gold casket in a suede bag hanging from her utility belt. When they were finished, she walked over and switched off the overhead lights, before exiting the vault, guided by the beam of her flashlight.

Friday, 8:35 am

"Batman, thank goodness you're here!" exclaimed the harassed Police Commissioner, rising from his desk, as the Caped Crusader and the Boy Wonder strode, purposefully, into his office at GCPD headquarters.

"We got your message, Commissioner Gordon! What's this about a major bank heist?"

"I'm afraid I was informed about a major robbery at the First National Bank, shortly after I arrived here, some thirty minutes ago, Batman! Some of my finest officers are already on the scene, investigating! Apparently, the thieves tunneled into the vault from the basement of Macy's Department Store, located next door. I don't know how they got past the Macy security yet! We've been unable to locate their security guard!"

"Any clues as to who may have committed the robbery, Commissioner?" enquired a female voice.

Batman and Robin both spun around, to see the Batgirl standing in the open doorway, in her classic Batgirl pose, legs astride and hands on hips. She was wearing her new Kevlar reinforced Bat-costume, together with black high-heeled thigh boots. "I got your message on my answering machine, Batman!" she added, unnecessarily, giving him a sultry smile.

Robin's eyes were immediately drawn to the junction between her legs. "Holy Beaver!" he exclaimed, under his breath. "Is that her...?" He swallowed hard, as he realized that she was wearing some sort of abbreviated black thong, beneath the translucent body stocking. He raised his eyes, only to see two enormous Kevlar breasts pointing straight at him. "H-Hello, Batgirl," he stuttered. "You look... nice!"

Batman blinked and shook his head, collecting his thoughts. "Did you catch all that, Dark Angel?" he enquired, ignoring his open-mouthed young partner. "The First National Bank has just been robbed!" He turned back to Jim Gordon. "Do we know how much was stolen, Commissioner?"

James Gordon shook his head. "Not yet, Caped Crusader, but I'm certain it will be in the millions!"

"Holy Mega-bucks!" exclaimed Robin, slamming a gauntleted fist into his other palm.

"I think we all should head over there, right away!" Batgirl suggested, noting the wide-eyed predatory stares she was getting from all three men and starting to feel uncomfortable.

Friday, 8:55 am

As soon as the Dynamic Trio and the Commissioner of Police had passed through the police cordon, they were shepherded into the bank by a bespectacled Assistant Manager. "Thank goodness you're here, Batman," he exclaimed, mopping his perspiring brow. "We have been taken for millions! Millions!"

"Take us to the investigating officer," said Jim Gordon, gently.

The distraught bank official nodded and, wringing his hands, he took them downstairs to the open vault door. Waiting for them, was Detective Renee Montoya, carrying a notebook and pencil. She had just finished taking a statement from the last of the bank's employees.

Montoya looked up, as the small group approached, then held up a hand, palm outward. "Hold it right there, people! I'm afraid I can't have you all tramping around in the vault, destroying valuable evidence!" she declared, stubbornly.

Jim Gordon's face went a bright red. "I AM the Police Commissioner, Montoya!" he snapped, needlessly reminding her.

"Even so, sir," she replied, politely, "we wouldn't want any incriminating evidence accidentally destroyed, would we? May I suggest that Batgirl, here, comes into the vault with me, while Batman and Robin investigate the crime from within Macy's Department Store?"

"I think you are exceeding your authority, young lady..." retorted the Commissioner, pausing as Batman gripped his arm.

"I think the detective has a valid point, Jim!" he soothed. "I am in complete agreement with her!"

"You are? Oh, ah, very well, Batman!" the commissioner spluttered. "I shall be in the Bank Manager's office, if you need me for anything?"

-oOo-

The group split up and Batgirl followed Montoya into the vault. As soon as they were alone, the detective turned to her costumed companion. "I like the new outfit," she said, huskily, her eyes drifting down to Batgirl's almost naked crotch, before examining her tight-fitting, high-heeled thigh boots. "Very sexy, but NOT very practical!" she added, with a grin, although her eyes glittered, avariciously.

Batgirl blushed under the frank stare of the pretty policewoman. She was beginning to have doubts about wearing her new outfit in public. "Show me where they broke in, detective," she said, breaking the pregnant pause.

"Over here!" Montoya led her sexy companion around a corner, past an open, barred, sliding door. To their left, was a huge bank of safe deposit boxes, many of which had been broken open. To their right, was a huge hole in the vault wall, approximately four-feet in diameter.

"No CCTV?" enquired the Dark Angel.

Montoya pulled a face and shook her head. "Nope!"

Batgirl peered around, then bent over and looked into the hole, inadvertently giving Montoya a glimpse of her prominent pussy lips, now inadequately covered by the sown in thong. "Hmm, they seem to have hauled all their equipment away," she muttered, straightening up. "Why do you think they only broke into about half of those safe deposit boxes, detective?"

Montoya wiped the broad smile off her face and shrugged her shoulders. "Search me, Batgirl. Perhaps they were disturbed? Perhaps they got what they were after? Are your real breasts as large and shapely as those things?" she asked, nodding toward the Kevlar breastplate and licking her full lips.

Batgirl smiled. "Uh, huh! You'll have to come by my place sometime, and find out for yourself!"

Montoya looked into her eyes and smiled back. "I might just take you up on that offer! Where is your place, by the way?"

Batgirl grinned. "On second thought, we'd better make it your place!" she answered, with a grin. She started looking around for any clues.

-oOo-

"Batgirl?"

"Huh?"

"Batgirl?" The male voice was coming from the hole in the wall.

She peered inside, to see Batman and Robin staring at her from the other end of the tunnel, some dozen feet away. "Find anything at your end?" she asked.

The Dark Knight shook his head. "Nothing, unless you include one dead security guard, so we now know why he didn't raise the alarm! His skull was smashed in! One strange thing though, when we found him, his trousers and underpants were both about his ankles? Forensics should be able to tell us more? Anything at your end?"

She shook her head, with a wry smile.

Despite an extensive search, the Dynamic Trio were unable to unearth any clues as to the identity of the bank robbers, and finally gave up in disgust. The Bank Manager promised to give them as accurate a breakdown as possible, of the stolen property, but this would only be an approximation, as many of the customers who had been robbed, would be reluctant to reveal the true contents of their personal deposit boxes!

Friday, 10:00 am

Brad Fleming poked his head around the doorframe, and addressed the young blonde girl who was engrossed in filing various archeological research manuscripts. "Any news of Babs, Ms Goodbody?"

She gave a start, and looked up, at his words. "Yes, she's out of the hospital, and it's Ms. Gordon to you, Brad Fleming!" she retorted, staring at the Library's handsome IT Specialist, with barely disguised loathing. He had almost caught Barbara and herself making love in a storeroom, a few weeks earlier.

"Sorry! How is the delectable Ms. Gordon?" he asked, with a grin.

Jennifer frowned, darkly. She didn't approve of Barbara's developing friendship with this man. There was something about the guy that gave her the creeps! "She's fine! Her operation seems to have gone without a hitch! Hopefully, she will be back at work, Monday?"

"Excellent news! I have sorely missed the lovely Ms. Gordon's delightful company!" Brad replied, with a glitter in his eyes.

Jenny looked at him, suspiciously, trying to detect a note of sarcasm in his voice. If anyone had asked her, she would've sworn that Brad was the classic misogynist. He was frequently moaning about the Library's female employees, claiming that any man could do their job twice as well! "She will have to take it easy for a week or two," Jenny added. "Not do anything too physically strenuous!"

"I'll try to keep that in mind," he retorted, with a low chuckle, running his eyes over Jennifer's shapely figure. The girl shivered, under his predatory gaze. Brad had been contemplating trying to blackmail the young blonde, by threatening to reveal what he knew about her friend and immediate superior. He had missed his little sex sessions with the red-haired Assistant Chief Librarian! Her so-called medical problem, had come right out of the blue. Scurrilous rumors had it, that the ice-maiden had somehow gotten herself pregnant and was away having an abortion?

"Anything else?" Jennifer asked, coolly, unconsciously smoothing her short skirt down over her shapely thighs.

His gaze rose up from her stockinged thighs and he blushed at the superior expression on her young face. "Er, no! I, ah, I'd better be getting back to work!" He spun around and hurried off down the corridor. "Stuck-up little whore!" he snarled, under his breath.

Friday, 10:20 am

Barbara entered her apartment via the secret entrance and the section of wall, together with the attached dresser, swung back into place, with a soft click. With a loud sigh, she sat on the stool and started to unbuckle her Kevlar armor, before unzipping and pulling off her black, stiletto-heeled thigh boots.

She padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower, and adjusted the temperature of the water, before returning to the bedroom, to strip off her sheer body stocking. Her pores felt totally clogged up with cement dust, her throat dry. She'd discovered another slight handicap with her new ultra revealing Bat-costume. It didn't protect her from the dust and grime normally associated with most of her costumed crime-busting activities. She reached up between her shoulder blades and unzipped the back of the costume, then pulled it off her shoulders and arms, before pushing it down about her waist. Her new boobs swayed gently, as she leant forward and pushing it down over her hips and thighs. Finally, she dragged it from her feet, tossed it aside, and stepped back into the bathroom.




Batgirl Enhanced Ch. 03



She stepped under the cascading water, with a groan of delight, quickly soaping up her naked body and cleansing away the coating of dust and grime. She raised her face to the downpour, opening her mouth to swallow some of the refreshing spray. When she was thoroughly clean and invigorated, she stepped out of the shower stall and leisurely dried herself on the clean bath towel that she'd earlier draped over the heated towel rail.

Draping the towel back over the towel rail, she paused to examine her nude reflection in the full-length wall mirror. She adored her enhanced breasts and slim waist. She pushed her left mammary up, examining the underside, critically. There was a pale scar at the base, about four centimeters long, where the plastic surgeon had made his incision. An examination of her other boob, revealed a similar short white scar. Other faint scars could still be seen beneath her ribcage and above the tops of her hips. They still itched a little, but the doctors had told her that the sutures would dissolve and the scars would totally heal up and disappear, over the next couple of months.

She strolled into the lounge, briskly rubbing her tangle of curly red hair dry on the towel, and walked over to the telephone answering machine, when she spotted the blinking red light, that indicated she had a message or messages awaiting her attention. She pressed the PLAY button.

"Hello, Barbara!" said the all-to-familiar voice of Brad Fleming. "Your blonde dyke friend, Jennifer, just told me you were out of the hospital? Hope you're OK, babe?"

Barbara shuddered, clenching her fists. "That man really is a disgusting turd!" she muttered, vehemently.

"I can't wait for us to get together again on Monday, babe!" the voice continued. "Wear those sexy, black, open-crotch panties for me, huh?"

Click! The red light went off, indicating no more messages.

Barbara glowered at the phone. "Sexist pig!" she snarled. Brad had been blackmailing her into having sex with him for some weeks now, ever since he'd obtained video evidence of her making love with another man, in one of the many storerooms in the library. It wasn't that she minded having sex with him, let's face it, she couldn't get enough of it these days, but Barbara liked to choose her partners, preferably female ones.

Brrring, brrring! Brrring...

Barbara picked up the phone, before the second ring tone had completed. "Yes?" she snapped.

"Barbara? It's Batman! Are you alone?"

"Yes! What is it, Caped Crusader?" she asked, starting to calm down.

"The bank has just phoned. Apparently, the 'Gotham Museum of Ancient History' have been on to them, and they are very, very angry!"

Barbara frowned. "How come?"

"Apparently, one of the items that were stolen from the safety deposit boxes, was a casket containing the 'Earrings of Bastet'. They were part of the Egyptology display at the museum, and were on loan from the 'Museum of Egyptian Antiquities in Cairo'. They are reputed to be a priceless antiquity and made from solid gold!"

"And shaped like domestic cats," Barbara murmured, thoughtfully.

"Catwoman!" they both cried, in unison, as the penny dropped.

"So, it looks like our feline adversary is up to her old tricks again?" Barbara mused, feeling her nipples harden, as she pictured the kinky costumed villainess, in her mind.

"It certainly looks that way! I'll feed this new information into the Bat-computer, right away," Batman said, urgently. "Hopefully, it will help us trace the devious feline's current whereabouts? I'll keep you informed of any progress," he added, before hanging up. 



Batgirl Enhanced Ch. 04



This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?).

In recent times, there seems to have been a huge upsurge in the use of cosmetic surgery and other medical techniques, to enhance the physical attributes that nature has bestowed upon us. Why should Batgirl be immune from such temptations?

Enjoy!

Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter 4: The Priestess Of Bastet

Friday, 6:40 pm

Selina Kyle sat cross-legged on a richly embroidered cushion with gold colored tassels, in front of a golden statue of an Egyptian cat goddess, in the small room in her lair, which she'd had converted into a place of worship. Neither Big Dirk nor Desperate Dan, was allowed in this part of her domain. It was her inner sanctum, the place where she could commune with the gods and goddesses of Ancient Egypt. Only the flickering light of a dozen or so candles, illuminated the chamber, casting eerie shadows.

Gone was the slinky purple catsuit, mask and whip of the Princess of Plunder. Instead, the eyes of the former feline femme fatale, had been carefully made up with black kohl, in the manner of Ancient Egyptian noblewomen, and she had earlier commanded Big Dirk to wet shave all the hair from her head and pubic region, so they were equally as smooth as the rest of her sexy body. Smoke drifted up from the two ornate incense burners placed on either side of the statue of a sitting cat, which represented the Cat Goddess, Bast or Bastet, daughter of Isis. Haunting Ancient Egyptian music, based on the flute, lyre and drums, softly played from hidden speakers, in the background.

Selina Kyle was totally naked, apart for a brief, scarlet loincloth with glistening, gold-lamé trimming, that was draped from a fine gold chain, slung low on her shapely hips, and the 'Earrings of Bastet' that dangled from her pierced earlobes. Her firm, large breasts were thrust forward proudly, as she swayed her hips to the music, her pussy juices soaking the cushion between her wide-spread thighs. Her hard erect nipples, were tingling with a strange sexual excitement.

Ever since she'd clipped the ancient artifacts into her earlobes, Selina had experienced an overpowering desire to dress up as a handmaiden of the cat goddess, and to convert others to the true path, using any or all of her womanly wiles. In fact, she felt an overpowering urge to constantly relieve the sexual itch that had built up in her pussy.

Her hands rose up to gently caress her firm fleshy orbs, and she arched her spine, groaned with undisguised pleasure and swaying her head from side to side, eyes closed, as she pinched and tugged at the dark, erectile tissue that crowned them.

Suddenly, her cat-like eyes flew wide open. She had received a sudden vision from the gods and knew what she had to do! "Thank you, oh might Ra!" she intoned, a slight smile on her bright-red lips. Slipping a hand beneath the shimmering red loincloth, she eased the golden dildo that she had been riding, from her sopping pussy and scrupulously cleaned it with her lips and tongue, before placing it in an open wooden casket by her side.

She rose to her feet, stepped into a pair of ornate sandals, then clipped the gold retaining chains about her ankles, before slowly backing out of the room, with her head bowed and the palms of her hands pressed together, fingers pointing upward.

She quickly located Dirk and Dan and informed them of her plan.

Friday, 11:50 pm

The bulky searchlight was still beaming the generic Bat-symbol onto the low scudding clouds that hung over the forbidding skyline that was Gotham City, when a swishing sound disturbed the relative quiet of the night. Moments later, a dark, menacing shadow swooped down onto the flat roof of GCPD Headquarters, releasing the swinging nylon cable at the last moment and dropping the remaining six-feet, onto all fours, with a heart-stopping feline grace. As the cable automatically retracted to the adjacent rooftop, Batgirl peered around, still in her squatting position, a puzzled frown marring her lovely face.

"Where is Daddy and Chief O'Hara?" she wondered. "And why did they use the Bat-signal?" The massive searchlight was rarely used nowadays, more modern forms of communication having made it almost redundant. Batgirl strained to make out any figures in the gloom. Normally, the two law enforcement officers would've been standing by the searchlight, awaiting the arrival of the caped crimefighters!

With a loud sizzling crunch, the searchlight beam was abruptly extinguished. She quickly rose to her feet and assumed a defensive half-crouch, suspecting some sort of devious trap, at the same time pulling a Batarang from her utility belt. "Commissioner? Chief?" she hissed, peering into the darkness, as a cold shiver ran down her spine. She felt her nipples peak, beneath her Kevlar breastplate. Something was definitely amiss.

"Over here, Batgirl!"

Batgirl spun around, at the sound of the female voice. The woman who stood before her, was naked, apart from a short, blood red loincloth with gold-lamé trimmings, that barely covered her crotch, plus some sort of sandals on her feet. Her eyes were heavily made up, cat-like, with black make-up, similar to that once favored by wealthy women, in the Land of the Pyramids, and her head had been completely shaven. "Catwoman," she gasped, as recognition slowly dawned, "is that really you?"

"No, not Catwoman, but Selina Kyle, High Priestess of Bastet!" corrected the woman, in a calm, almost monotone voice. She smiled, strangely. "I thought the Bat-signal might lure you here, Bat-bimbo!"

"But why?" Batgirl gasped, peering around, suspiciously, her Batarang clutched tightly in her right hand, ready to let fly at a moment's notice.

"Because I want you, or should I say that the Goddess Bastet demands your presence! She is in need of another willing slave!"

"I've had enough of this garbage!" Batgirl snarled, walking toward the Catwoman, while pulling a pair of Bat-cuffs from her utility belt. "I'm arresting you, Catwoman, on suspicion of robbing the First National Bank of Gotham!" she declared.

"What? Aren't you going to read me my full Miranda Rights of Silence?" enquired the feline villain, with a raised eyebrow and a confident smirk on her blood-red painted lips. "Right, boys!"

Before these last two words had time to fully register, a weighted animal net dropped over The Batgirl, dragging her to the rooftop, accompanied by a shrill cry of alarm. Dirk and Dan dropped from the superstructure of the huge searchlight, where they had been lurking, and piled on top of the ensnared heroine, before she could fully get back to her feet. Despite this, she struggled like a she-cat and managing to get a telling kick into the crotch of Big Dirk, who staggered back, with a roar of pain. Before she could throw off the other gorilla, however, a thick wad of chloroform soaked cloth was slapped over her nose and mouth, and she struggled to avoid breathing in the noxious fumes. It was no good, of course, as Dirk wrapped his massive arms about her legs, pinning them together, and helped his fellow attackers to drag the Dark Damsel down to the roof, once again. Soon, her vision began to blur and her mind scramble, as her consciousness slipped away. Finally, Batgirl's arms fell, limply, to her sides, as she passed out.

Selina untangled herself from the unconscious vigilante and the animal net, her naked, heaving bosoms rising and falling, fetchingly, as she got to her feet. "Handcuff the bitch's wrists behind her back!" she panted, rising to her feet. "Then bind her ankles together and carry her down the fire escape, to the car!" She repositioned her brief loincloth, which had become dislodged during the struggle, so that it once more hid her naked pussy from the leering gaze of her co-conspirators. "Hurry! Do not keep the goddess waiting!" she snapped, breaking the spell.

"Huh? Er, sure boss!" replied Big Dirk, dragging the Dark Damsel's wrists behind her back and securing them together with her own Bat-cuffs, before rolling her over to relieve her of her utility belt. He would search the numerous compartments later, to find the key to the cuffs.

As she lay sprawled out before him, his gaze was drawn to the tops of her thighs and the minute triangle of tightly stretched clinging thong, fighting a loosing battle to cover her pussy. "Jeez!" he gasped, squeezing his rapidly growing erection, through the material of his jeans. "What a little prick-tease!"

"Get a move on!" snarled Desperate, as he finished gathering up the animal net and tossed it off the roof, into the near empty parking lot below.

Dirk quickly secured The Batgirl's ankles with a length of nylon rope, then strapped a rubber ball-gag into place, before hoisting the shapely heroine over his broad shoulder and following his two companions down the external fire escape.

Initially, both brawny crooks had been confused by Catwoman's sudden metamorphosis from slinky costumed feline villainess, to shaven-headed, near-naked High Priestess, but they had agreed to go along with her plans, at least until she'd fenced the gold and jewelry from the bank raid, and they'd split the ill-gotten gains three ways. Selina was a good-looking female, anyway, so neither hood minded in the least, if she insisted on wandering around near-naked and constantly flashing her tits! Both would've liked to have done more than just look, of course!

Saturday, 1:15 am

Bruce sat back in his executive chair in front of the Bat-computer, and reached up to rub his tired eyes with the back of his fists. He was still no nearer to locating the secret lair of the Catwoman than he had been some three hours earlier. Years ago, he had hoped to reform the feline villainess, but sadly, she had always reverted to her criminal lifestyle, despite his best efforts to point her on the straight and narrow path. He gave a loud sigh of regret.

Just then, Dick slid down the Bat-pole into the Bat-cave, and the millionaire businessman looked up from the 26-inch flat-screen monitor. "What did the Commissioner have to say, old chum?" he enquired, with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing, Bruce! He wasn't there, but Chief O'Hara informed me that neither he nor Jim Gordon was responsible for switched on the Bat-signal. He suggested that it might have been some young hooligans playing about on the roof of GCPD Headquarters? Anyway, someone has switched it off now!"

"Juvenile delinquents, at this late hour?" Bruce's brow furrowed, deep in thought. "Anyway, I thought they kept the searchlight controls padlocked when not in use?" he mused, aloud. Dick Grayson, AKA Robin the Boy Wonder, shrugged his shoulders. "Did you check with Barbara, to see if she could shed any light on this little mystery?"

"She wasn't answering her phone, Bruce, so I left a message on her answer-machine!"

"Hmm? That's strange! I'd have thought it was too early after her operation for her to have resumed her vigilante night patrols?" The Caped Crusader colored, slightly. "Of course, that all depends on how severe an operation it was?"

Saturday, 8:30 am

"Good morning, this is Wayne Manor, the residence of Mr. Bruce Wayne!" announced a cultured male voice, with an unmistakable English accent. "How may I help you?" The old butler tended to be fairly formal, even when answering the telephone.

"Alfred, this is Sparrow! I must speak with Mr. Wayne, urgently!"

The old family retainer immediately recognized the voice of Jennifer Goodbody, Ms. Gordon's young friend and fellow crime-fighter. "I'm afraid Master Bruce is still in bed, Miss! I'm afraid he was up quite late last evening, working on his computer! May I ask him to return your call, as soon as he awakens?"

"Yes please, Alfred, but hurry! Oh, by the way, I'm over at Barbara's place, so get him to call me there!" Just to make sure, she gave the butler Barbara's home telephone number.

"Very well, Ms. Jenny!" Alfred replaced the receiver and hurried toward the staircase, as fast as his old bones would carry him. Breakfast would have to wait, this morning.

Saturday, 8:45 am

"Jennifer?"

"Bruce? Thank goodness! I'm over at Barbara's apartment, and there's no sign of her!"

"Perhaps she's just popped out to buy some groceries?" the multi-millionaire suggested, lamely.

"No way, Bruce! Her bed hasn't been slept in and, here's the clincher... her new Bat-costume is missing!"

"You mean the one with the sheer purple body-stocking and the tiny black thong?" enquired the Dark Crusader, feeling his cock starting to stir in his pants, as he pictured Batgirl in his mind's eye.

"Er, yeah, that's the one! Look, Bruce, something must have happened to her! She seems to have vanished off the face of the globe! I hope she's all right?"

"Me too, Jennifer, me too!" he replied, with equal sincerity. Suddenly, he remembered the curious incident with the Bat-signal. It seemed all just too much of a coincidence. "Look, Jenny, can you scour the apartment for any clues as to her whereabouts? Meanwhile, Dick and I will be checking out another possible lead! I'll get back to you, as soon as I have anything to report!"

"Will do, Bruce!" she agreed, in a worried voice, before hanging up.

Bruce Wayne replaced the receiver, then turned to face the hovering retainer, a grim expression on his face. "Alfred, would you be so kind as to ask Master Dick to don his Robin costume, and inform him that we will be leaving in the Batmobile, in fifteen minutes time!" he ordered, with a worried frown. He would have to phone the Police Commissioner and inform him of the possibility that his only daughter had been kidnapped once again!



Batgirl Enhanced Ch. 05



This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?).

In recent times, there seems to have been a huge upsurge in the use of cosmetic surgery and other medical techniques, to enhance the physical attributes that nature has bestowed upon us. Why should Batgirl be immune from such temptations?

Enjoy!

Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter 5: Batgirl's Initiation

Saturday, 9:30 am

Batman stepped off the metal fire escape, onto the flat roof of Police Headquarters, closely followed by the Boy Wonder.

"What are we looking for, Batman?" enquired the youthful vigilante.

"Possible clues, old chum! Anything that might be associated with Barbara's mysterious disappearance," the Caped Crusader replied, peering around the flat rooftop. There was ample evidence of the fine layer of dust having been recently disturbed. He dropped to one knee and examined the various scuff marks and footprints. "It looks to me as if there's been some sort of recent scuffle, involving several people!" he added, with a frown.

They split up, to go over the entire rooftop with a fine toothcomb.

"Hey, look at this!" Robin called out, less than a minute later.

Batman rounded the bulky base of the searchlight, to see the Boy Wonder squatting down, peering at the smashed padlock of the control box, while the open door swung slightly in the breeze, its rusty hinges squeaking.

"Hmm? This explains how they managed to switch the Bat-signal on and off, but not why?" Batman muttered. He took out his fingerprint kit from a compartment on his utility belt and quickly dusted the metal door and padlock for prints, but there were none. "Whoever broke in here, took the precaution of wearing gloves, so they wouldn't leave any prints," he murmured, with a worried frown. It didn't suggest that the culprits might have been a gang of juveniles, trespassing on the rooftop.

They continued to search around the base of the searchlight. Suddenly, Batman spotted something partially poking out from under the girderwork that comprised much of the heavy searchlight's support cradle. He bent down and retrieved the object, with a grim look on his face. "I've found something, Robin," he announced, quietly, as he stared at one of Batgirl's Batarangs. He knew it belonged to the Dark Damsel, because it was slightly smaller than the version used by himself and Robin.

Robin stared at the device, and let out a long, low whistle. "Holy Bat-clue!" he gasped. "That's one of Batgirl's! So, Barbara must have been here!"

"It appears so, Boy Wonder! I would suggest this whole Bat-signal set-up, was staged purely for Batgirl's benefit, so some dastardly swine could ensnare the Dark Damsel!" A piece of grubby cloth blew across the roof and he quickly stooped to gather it up in one gloved fist. He raised it to his nose and sniffed. A familiar faint smell still emanated from it. "Chloroform!" he growled, ominously.

Saturday, 9:32 am

"Aaahhhhhh! Oooooohhh! Unnnnngghh!" Batgirl groaned, as she started to return to consciousness, twisting her head from side to side, and immediately wishing that she hadn't, as it set off a pounding headache. She appeared to be lying on something hard, flat and cold, with her arms stretched back, painfully, behind her head. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she found herself staring up at a dimly lit, tiled ceiling, some fifteen feet above her head. She tried to move her arms into a more comfortable position, only to discover that her wrists were tied into position, preventing her from doing so. She started to squirm, weakly, quickly discovering that her ankles were similarly tied down.

"Unngghh!" With a thrill of fear, she realized that she was completely naked, and stretched out, spread-eagled, on some sort of flat-topped, sandstone altar. She craned her neck, and discovered that her widespread wrists and ankles were tied to large metal ringbolts, embedded in the four corners of the block of stone she lay stretched out on. Her shoulders scraped, painfully, against the rough quartz surface, as she realized that her back was painfully arched upward. Some sort of cushion had been jammed beneath her ass-cheeks, raising her hips up from the flat surface of the large stone block. She peered through her impressive cleavage and saw her naked pudenda raised up, as if it were being offered to the cat statue that loomed beyond, an Earthly representation of some ancient Egyptian goddess.

Batgirl squirmed her hips, while tugging at the bonds about her wrists, as the memories of her rooftop capture came flooding back. "Catwoman!" she gasped, under her breath. "But why was the feline temptress almost naked?" she wondered. There had been no sign of her trademark catsuit or Cat-mask, just a short red loincloth and some sandals! Batgirl's eyes opened wide, and then she relaxed, slightly, as she realized that her own Bat-cowl was still firmly in place about her head. "At least I still have my anonymity, if not my virginity," she thought, with a slightly hysterical giggle.

She turned her head to one side and gave a gasp of surprise. Sitting, cross-legged on a large ornate and tasseled cushion, was the woman who she knew as The Catwoman, staring at her intently. Selina Kyle was still wearing the garish black Ancient Egyptian make-up around her eyes, that gave her the look of a cat, but very little else.

"I see you are awake at last, Batgirl!" she intoned, with a humorless smile.

"Let me go at once, you... you feline vixen!" Batgirl snapped, tugging at her bonds and trying to inject just the right amount of authority into her voice. "And, while you're at it, please return my Bat-costume! Unlike yourself, I am not in the habit of removing all my clothes, at the first opportunity!" She blushed deeply, realizing that her sex was clearly displayed to her nemesis. "Release me at once, Catwoman!" she snapped, beginning to lose patience.

"I am no longer Catwoman but Selina Kyle, High Priestess of Bastet the Beautiful!" Catwoman intoned, rising to her feet and walking over to the altar, arms crossed over her ample chest. She leant over Batgirl's supine form, then reached out and started to caress her prisoner's naked, heaving breasts. "I see you have had your bust enlarged somewhat, since we last met, Bat-slut," she murmured through garishly painted red lips. A flicker of jealousy momentarily crossed her countenance. "But that is good! The goddess selects only the most beautiful, to be her mortal servants. She flicked Batgirl's prominent nipples into full erection, using the scarlet-painted fingernails of her index fingers and thumbs.

"Aaahhh!" Batgirl gasped, involuntarily arching her spine even further. "Please, nooooooooo!"

"By the power of Isis, Batgirl!" Selina exclaimed, wide-eyed. "The goddess has bewitched your tits! I have never seen any woman's nipples quite so huge or prominent. She took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, and squeezed them hard, rolling them between them while, at the same time, leaning forward and bringing her face close to that of her helpless prisoner.

Just before their lips met, Barbara noticed the 'Earrings of Bastet' dangling from Catwoman's earlobes, the gold cats glinting in the flickering candlelight. "No, pleassse! Unngghh! Mmmmm! Nnngghh!" she protested, jerking her head from side to side, trying to break the hungry, lesbian kiss.

Soon, her breasts felt as if they were on fire, her pussy throbbing with unfulfilled lust, as Catwoman's tongue entered her mouth and started dueling with her own.

Suddenly, Barbara found herself kissing Selina back, eagerly, hungrily, all thoughts of escape cast aside! She wanted this woman. She desperately needed this woman. She needed to make love to the High Priestess!

They finally broke apart, both red-faced and gasping for breath. Batgirl noted that Catwoman's nipples were now also hard and fully erect. She wanted to caress those breasts, squeeze them, and suck on those delicious big nipples. "If only my hands were free!" she groaned in frustration, thrusting up her pelvis, as far as her bondage would allow. "Make love to me, my priestess!" she cried, through clenched teeth. "Make love to your worthless servant!"

"Catwoman smiled and nodded her satisfaction. "The goddess has chosen well!" she murmured. "I shall prepare myself for the initiation ceremony!" She straightened then turned to leave the room.

"Don't leave me like this!" Barbara cried, desperately squirming her hips. "I need you! I need you to make love to me! Pleassssse!"

As Catwoman left the room, Batgirl's buttocks sank back onto the cushion, tears of frustration trickling from her big green eyes. She had never felt such intense arousal, in all her life. She needed to be fucked by someone, ANYONE, long and hard!

-oOo-

Minutes later, Batgirl opened her eyes again, as she heard the sound of bare feet padding across the tiled floor toward her. She gasped with shock, as she realized that Catwoman had removed her bright-red loincloth and strapped on the biggest dildo she'd ever seen. "Nooooooo!" she moaned, filled with dread, struggling to break free of her bonds, with renewed energy. "Noooooooooooo!"

The High Priestess smiled down at her. "Have no fear, Batgirl! A slut like yourself should have no trouble taking all of this ten-inch phallus!" She climbed onto the end of the altar and knelt between Batgirl's widely splayed thighs. "Soon you will become a willing servant of Bastet," she intoned, inserting the end of the dildo between the already swollen and glistening labia of the eager acolyte.

"Yes! Yesss!" Barbara gasped, with a shudder of uncontrolled lust. "Make love to me, my Mistress!"

Catwoman smiled, evilly. "I'm not going to make LOVE to you, Bat-slut!" she hissed, reaching out to caress Batgirl's shapely enhanced mammaries. "I am going to FUCK you!" She thrust her hips forward, embedding the full length of the ceremonial dildo into Batgirl's twat.

"Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeeee!" Batgirl screeched, in agony and ecstasy, her hips thrusting up to meet the plunging monster. "More! More!"

Catwoman proceeded to jerk her hips back and forth, quickly driving her helpless victim into a frenzy of sexual longing.

"Harder! Faster!" Batgirl cried. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" With a wild shriek of pleasure, she attained her first orgasm and her pussy juices poured out around the thick, pistoning pseudo-cock. All worries about The Catwoman discovering her true identity, had long been discarded.

The High Priestess smiled in triumph. "Now you are truly the slave of Bastet!" she murmured, proceeding to bring her willing lover to a second, equally mind-blowing climax.

After Barbara had attained her orgasm, the High Priestess sat back on her haunches. "Now for the grand unveiling!" she declared. She reached out and drew off the mask and cowl from the still moaning redhead. "Barbara Gordon!" she gasped, her cat-like eyes opening wide, as a glorious crown of fiery red hair spilled out across the stone altar. Her triumphant smile returned. "I should've guessed!"

Towering above them, on a square marble monolith, covered in Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics, that included the royal cartouche of Bastet, was the statue of the cat goddess. It seemed to smile down at them, in the dim, flickering candlelight, its eyes glowing like twin emeralds of fire.

Sunday, 7:45 am

Bruce Wayne was in a foul mood, as he sat eating his breakfast, along with his youthful ward, Dick Grayson. So far, despite being up half the night, they had failed to discover any clues as to Barbara Gordon's whereabouts, or that of the evil, feline temptress, The Catwoman.

"More toast, Master Bruce?" enquired Alfred, his faithful old butler and general factotum.

"Thank you, Alfred!" he replied, without looking up, as the manservant placed a fresh rack of toast on the dining table. Dick immediately dived in and helped himself. Bruce turned the page of the Gotham Daily Gazette, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the banner headline on page 3: 'Naked Women Seen in Late Night Shopping Mall'. He was overcome with curiosity, so he took a sip from his steaming coffee mug and read on:

'Customers at a downtown shopping mall were, last night, amazed to see two shaven-headed young women, calmly shopping there, wearing hardly a stitch of clothing. Both females were clad in brief red loincloths, with golden hems containing numerous ancient symbols, according the General Manager of the store, a Mr. Gupta Singh. Mr. Singh further added, that their eyes were made up with some sort of weird, black mascara. 'Like two cats' he insisted. Their only other items of apparel, were the sandals on their feet.

The two women, who apparently both had fantastic figures, according to several of the eye-witnesses, seemed totally unaffected by the near riot that their appearance caused, and purchased a quantity of Frankincense and Myrrh, especially imported from the Middle East, plus several adult toys from a late-night branch of 'Victoria's Secret', a little further along the mall.

The Manageress of the 'Victoria's Secret' store, further suggested that the slightly larger breasted of these two gorgeous cuties, was wearing a pair of very fetching gold earrings, shaped like sitting cats. She coyly refused to divulge any details of their purchases, when pressed by our male reporter, but...'

Bruce leapt to his feet. "Catwoman!" he yelled, waving the newspaper around in the air, much to the consternation of his two companions.

"What about her?" Dick retorted, from around a mouthful of buttered toast.

"This has got to be her, old chum! She was wearing the 'Earrings of Bastet'!" He brushed aside the breakfast things and spread the newspaper over the surface of the table, so that they could both read the article.

"Holy Smoke!" exclaimed his young ward, looking up a minute or two later, unaware of how apt his comment was. "It sure sounds like it, Bruce, but why the weird get-up, and who was the other dame?"

"It must have something to do with those stolen Egyptian artifacts, Dick!" Bruce replied, with a puzzled frown on his forehead. "The other dame, er, young woman, must have been a member of her latest weird sect?"

"But it doesn't get us any closer to locating Barbara, does it?" Dick muttered, his initial euphoria rapidly dissipating.

"At least we now know what to look for in Catwoman's case!" the Dark Knight retorted, a faint gleam of hope in his eyes. "Perhaps it will help lead us to Ms. Gordon?" he added, brightening up somewhat.

"Yeah! If we see a huge pair of naked knockers approaching us, along the street, they probably belong to The Catwoman!" Dick exclaimed, sarcastically.

Alfred flinched with embarrassment, at the young ward's words. "Youngsters, these days!" he exclaimed, under his breath, with a slight shake of the head.

"What was that, Alfred?"

"Nothing, Master Dick! Nothing at all!" the gray-haired butler replied, starting to clear up the breakfast things.

Sunday, 11:49 am

Barbara knelt, knees spread apart, on a cushion, in front of the full-length wall mirror. She was totally naked, apart from an abbreviated crimson loincloth, which did nothing to hide her glistening sex. Dark, kohl face-paint enhanced her big green eyes. Her lovely red hair was no more, having been recently shaved off by her mistress, leaving just a fine close-cropped stubble, like peach fuzz, covering her scalp. She was aware that Selina had discovered her true identity, when she had removed her mask and cowl, while they were making love, but it no longer seemed of any great importance.

She hoisted her twin fleshy orbs in her palms and squeezed them up and together, thrilling at the feel of her prominent nipples between her widespread fingers.

She frowned and then looked closer. All signs of her operation scars had vanished. She checked for the small operation scars on her torso, but they were no longer there. Her flesh appeared totally blemish free. Even a couple of small moles seemed to have disappeared. "Thank you, my benevolent goddess!" she murmured, one hand moving down to rub, stiff-fingered, at the entrance to her pussy. "Your humble servant is truly grateful!" She had learned from Selina, that Bast, or Bastet, as the goddess was frequently known, was, among many things, the goddess of health and healing!

"Aaaahhhh!" she sighed, squirming her shapely hips in pleasure. She had never felt so blissfully happy, or horny, since she had discovered the true way.



Batgirl Enhanced Ch. 06



This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?).

In recent times, there seems to have been a huge upsurge in the use of cosmetic surgery and other medical techniques, to enhance the physical attributes that nature has bestowed upon us. Why should Batgirl be immune from such temptations?

Enjoy!

Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Adventures Of Batgirl: Batgirl Enhanced

Chapter 6: Jenny Pumps Dan For Info

Sunday, 11:00 pm

Jenny slowly stripped down to her brief translucent pink panties, while continuing to smoothly sway her hips, and shake her boobies, to the pounding caned music, as she moved in to give the big, blond-haired guy seated before her, a lap-dance he would remember. She straddled his thighs and slipped her arms about his neck, smiling at him, as she bucked and ground her hips, careful not to brush her crotch against the bulge of his erection. She arched her back, thrusting her shapely breasts forward, knowing the guy was aching to grasp her swaying orbs, dying to envelope her nipples with his hot mouth. But the customers were not allowed to touch the girls... well not officially!

He groaned with unrequited desire, and pushed a twenty-dollar bill into the waistband of her panties, with fat, trembling fingers.

She was one of three similarly attired, near naked girls, who were simultaneously writhing their sweet tushes over the laps of three seated male club members, while dozens more customers looked on, eagerly awaiting their own turn, including several women. Jenny had been working at the lap-dancing club for three weeks now, and was getting pretty good at this ultimate in sexual titivation. The money was pretty good, if you included the tips and she got plenty. She rubbed the guy's face between her shapely breasts, finally allowing him to kiss and suck on her erect nipples, as she arched her spine and threw her head back, gasping with genuine pleasure.

Finally the pounding musical accompaniment drew to a close and the lap-dance ended. As he pushed another twenty into the top of her flimsy underwear, she asked, in a husky voice, "Would you like for me to dance for you privately, sir?" They both knew what this really meant. If the guy agreed, another girl would replace her, while she was away, and her cut of the extra fee, would be a cool hundred bucks. It was the part of the job that Jennifer least liked, but she'd had to agree to it, if she wanted to stay employed.

The big lug gulped, nervously, then nodded, eagerly, not even asking how much the extras were going to cost him! "Poor sap!" she thought, without any sympathy.

She turned and nodded to another girl, who was waiting in the wings of the small stage, then gathered up her discarded clothing and, taking the blond guy by the hand, led him to one of the private bedrooms, provided for just such extra curricular activities.

Sunday, 11:20 pm

As it turned out, the guy had the smallest dick Jenny had ever seen (and she'd seen plenty), plus the biggest mouth. His name was Dan Brewer, and he had a six-feet four-inch muscular build, and more bucks in his billfold than he had gray cells in his shaven head! He had done plenty of bodybuilding in his time, he'd bragged, when she had complimented him on his powerful, muscular physique.

"It's a shame he didn't spend some time working on his pecker!" she murmured, under her breath, as he plunged into her sex, with her legs draped over his powerful broad shoulders. Even fully erect, his penis was barely five-inches long, and it kept slipping out of her wet slit, each time he drew back for another thrust.

"God... you're a... sexy... bitch!" he panted, as he thrust into her. "Almost as... sexy as... my boss, The Catwoman, but... she's a goddamn... dyke! Her... and that... other fuckin' bitch... Batgirl!"

Jenny almost lost it and orgasmed, such was her sudden excitement. "Fuck me harder, Big Boy!" she cried out, thrusting her pudenda upward, hardly believing her luck. "I bet you ain't never seen your dyke boss all naked like this?"

"Uh, uh, uh, uh!" he gasped, as he pistoned into her pussy, rapidly approaching his climax. "That's... the worst... part of it!" he gasped. "They... they strut around... in the nude... all day long! Woe... betide us... if they... even... catch us... lookin' at them! Nothin' but... goddamn... prick-teasers!"

He gave a final thrust into her and cried out, as he climaxed. "Aaaaaahhhhh! Oh God! Yes, yes, yesssss!"

Jennifer felt a meager trickle of warm cum in her vulva. Such was her disappointment, she was unable to attain her own orgasm, so she had to fake it. Like most girls her age, she'd become an expert at this. "Oh, yes, yes, I'm cumming!" she cried, writhing her hips, but not enough to dislodge his rapidly shrinking cock. She didn't want to make his inferiority complex any worse than it already was. "Hell, he IS inferior!" she reminded herself, with a silent giggle.

Afterwards, as they lay on the bed, kissing and cuddling, she pulled away and gave him a sexy, smoldering look. "That was absolutely the best, Dan!" she said, with a sigh, fluttering her false eyelashes at him. "Tell me where you live, and I'll drop by and give you a freebie, whenever I'm in the neighborhood?"

"You will? Wow! It's Atlantic St. Station! It's one of those old aban-" He shut up, suddenly, realizing he had already said too much. He shook his head. "No, babe, you wouldn't like it there! Best if I come here to the club!" His face suddenly brightened. "Anyway, soon I'm gonna come into a whole heap of money! Millions! Then I can buy m'self one of them big, swanky pads, like all them rich bastards own!"

"Wow! You don't say?" she exclaimed, feigning wide-eyed wonder.

"Yeah, I DO say!" he retorted, momentarily irritated by her child-like response.

Jenny slipped under the bedsheet and went down on him, sucking his tiny shrunken weenie in-between her luscious lips, in the hope of getting him to reveal some more useful information. It was a bit like sucking on Barbara's clitoris, only her lesbian lover's clit was bigger and tasted much nicer!

It actually had the quite the opposite effect. Dan was embarrassed by the size of his shrunken cock, and pulled her face way. "I, er, I gotta be goin' babe!" he mumbled, sliding out of bed and hurriedly starting to get dressed. "The agreed money's on the dresser! See you around, doll!" He pulled on his shoes and hurried out the door.

Jenny lay back, filled with excitement, licking her sticky lips and idly rubbing the fingers of her right hand against her swollen pussy lips. "I can't wait to tell Batman what I've found out!" she thought, excitedly, followed by a loud gasp, as she squeezed her clit, hard.

-oOo-

Jenny phoned stately Wayne Manor, the home of multi-millionaire Bruce Wayne, at the first available opportunity, but only got the answering machine. "Damn it!" she muttered to herself, in frustration. "There's no way that I'm going to leave such sensitive information on an answer phone!" She decided to head home after her late shift ended, get a few hours shut-eye, and then stop by the mansion on her way to the library, the following morning.

Monday, 8:10 am

"Ms. Goodbody to see you, sir!" Alfred announced, as he returned to the kitchen area, after answering the front door chimes.

"Hi, Bruce!" Jenny said, a little breathlessly, popping her head out from behind the butler's back.

"Hi, Jenny, you look nice!" exclaimed Bruce's youthful ward, almost knocking over his glass of milk, as he jumped to his feet.

"Oh, hello, Dick!" Jennifer said, off-handedly, then turned back to Bruce Wayne aka Batman. "Sorry to interrupt your breakfast, Bruce, but I've found out some really, really important information!"

Bruce removed his napkin, stood up and placed both hands on her shoulders. "Calm down, young lady, then tell me all about it!" he said, firmly.

"It's Selina Kyle... Catwoman! She's the one who's abducted Barbara!"

"Holy Catnapping!" Dick exclaimed. "How...?"

Bruce waved him to silence. "Hmm, I suspected as much! Do you know where Barbara is being held against her will, Jennifer?"

"Not exactly!" She saw the brief flash of hope, vanish from the multi-millionaire's face. "The Catwoman's lair is situated in someplace called Atlantic St. Station, but I've no idea where that is, but I've got a vague feeling that it may no longer be in use?" she added, with an apologetic shrug of her shoulders. "That's all I know, Bruce! I-I had better be getting off to work, or I'll end up losing my job!"

"Yes, yes, you run along, dear! We'll run this new data through the Bat-computer and see if it can come up with anything?" Bruce eyed her, sternly. "I won't ask you what you had to do, to got hold of this information, Jenny, but you have my sincerest thanks, young lady!"

Jenny blushed. "Oh, one more thing! One of Catwoman's motley crew is a big, hulking, blond brute, who goes by the name of Dan Brewer. He told me he was about to come into a whole lot of money! Millions of dollars!"

"Holy Bank Heist!" exclaimed Dick, his eyes opening wide.

"Exactly, Dick! Everything is gradually coming together! Please show Ms. Goodbody to the door, Alfred!"

Monday, 9:05 am

"Sorry I'm late Mr. Peabody!" Jennifer gasped as she pushed her way passed the door marked 'Private, Staff Only' and was immediately observed by the Chief Librarian, through the open doorway of his office.

The old gentleman glanced at his watch and frowned. "I hope you aren't going to make a habit of this, Ms Goodbody?"

"S-Sorry, Sir! I had to make an urgent detour on the way here and it put me behind schedule!"

"Hmm, very well, I'll overlook it this time! Have you seen Ms. Gordon, by the way? I understood she was due back at her desk today, after her, um, delicate operation?"

"She, ah, she phoned me at home, Sir! She doesn't feel well enough to make it in, today, I'm afraid!"

"Drat! Most inconvenient! Very well... get along with you, girl! I shall expect you to make up for lost time!"

-oOo-

Jennifer was still feeling flustered, as she bent over the bottom drawer of the metal file cabinet and extracted a folder of reports, one of many she was meant to be arranging chronologically. Suddenly, two hands clasped the cheeks of her ass, through her tightly stretched skirt.

"What the...!" She jerked bolt upright, dropping the folder to the floor, in the process.

"Hi, Jen, I didn't mean to startle you," Brad Fleming said with a leer on his face, as she twisted around to face him, finding herself pinned in by his outstretched arms, as he rested his hands up against the top edge of the metal file cabinet. "I was really looking for Barbara, er Ms. Gordon. Have you seen her around by any chance?"

"She isn't in! She's not feeling well enough yet!" Jenny gasped, as he deliberately pressed up against her, until the handles of the drawers were pressing uncomfortably into her back and ass, and her breasts were squashed up against his chest. She was acutely aware that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her blouse.

A brief look of annoyance crossed his handsome face. "Never mind, you'll do!"

Before she could reply, his lips were on hers, his tongue snaking past her teeth, one hand pushing up her short skirt and plunging into the top of her panties. She gave a muffled shriek, as a hooked finger forced its way past her outer labia, and entered her sex. She finally managed to jerk her head to one side. "Bastard!" she hissed. "I'm gonna report you for sexual harassment, you filthy pig!" She grabbed his hand and yanked it out of her underwear.

He smiled, confidently, and then sucked his glistening digit, before replying. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you, babe! Better have a word with that whore, Barbara Gordon, before you decide to do anything you may later regret!" He reached up with both hands and deliberately squeezed her bra-less tits through the thin material of her blouse. "Anyway, you know you loved it!" he added, with a smirk.

He turned and walked out of the room, chuckling to himself.

Jennifer burst into tears. "Oh, Barbara, where are you, what have you done?" she sobbed, with clenched fists by her sides.

Monday, 9:10 am

Batman leaned back in his computer chair with a frustrated look on his face. "Damn it, Robin!" he snapped. "I've checked out every train station, every fire station, every police department, every damned station I could think off, within a fifty-mile radius of Gotham City, and have come up with absolutely zilch!"

"Did you check for ones that have been closed down?" Robin enquired, with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course I did, you moron! What do you take me for?" he exploded, then, seeing the hurt look on the face of the Boy Wonder, he calmed down. "Sorry, old chum!" he added, rising and placing a fatherly arm around Robin's shoulders. "I shouldn't be taking out my frustrations on you! I've brought up every 'station' name that has been used during the last 100 years, and still no 'Atlantic Street'!"

"Have you tried looking for it under street names?" the Boy Wonder asked, somewhat mollified.

Batman blinked, and then looked at his junior partner with a new respect. "That is so blindingly obvious, it's absolutely brilliant!" he exclaimed. "I'll start the new search right away!"

Will the Caped Crusader's discover Batgirl's whereabouts?

Or is she doomed to become Selina's plaything?
Chapter 7 coming soon!



Batgirl Enhanced Ch. 07



This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?).

In recent times, there seems to have been a huge upsurge in the use of cosmetic surgery and other medical techniques, to enhance the physical attributes that nature has bestowed upon us. Why should Batgirl be immune from such temptations?

Enjoy!

Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter 7: Catwoman's Plaything

Monday, 9:20 am

Barbara gazed at her High Priestess, lovingly, as she bit into the bunch of grapes that Selina held aloft in her left hand, ignoring the juice that ran down her chin and dripped onto her heaving bosom. The two women were seated facing one-another, in the small, bubbling Jacuzzi, the unguent perfumed water lapping around their shapely hips. Barbara's partially submerged right thigh was draped over Selina's left and vice-versa, while the digits of their submerged right hands, were pistoning away in each other's widespread pussies.

"Aaahhh!" Selina suddenly arched her back and thrust out her breasts, her cat-like eyes screwed tight shut. "Yes! Yes! Yessss!" she hissed, immediately setting off Barbara's own orgasm.

"Nnnnggh! Ooooh, yes, yesss, mistress!" Barbara gasped, arching her spine and throwing her head back, the grapes forgotten. Both naked beauties squirmed and moaned with undisguised pleasure, deep in the throes of their mutual orgasm.

Finally, Selina's long black eyelashes fluttered open and her green eyes focused on her still climaxing companion. "You have done well, slave Barbara!" she intoned, with the faintest of smiles on her scarlet painted lips. "The goddess is well pleased with her newest hand-maiden!"

Barbara bowed her head, her shapely breasts still heaving, as her orgasm came to a shuddering end. "Thank you, Mistress! Your every wish is my command!" she gasped. She now regarded the High Priestess as the Earthly representative of the Ancient Egyptian cat goddess.

"But there is still one further task you must successfully perform, to prove your true worthiness?"

"Anything, High Priestess!" Barbara cried, almost pathetically eager to please.

"Dirk?" Selina called, snapped her fingers, imperiously.

"Yes, Mistress?" The powerfully built hoodlum stepped forward from his upright standing position against the wall of the room. The male slave was almost four cubits* tall and built like an ox! He was no longer dressed in tight jeans and a T-shirt, but was naked apart from a short red loincloth hanging from his broad, muscular hips; a tall, white, approximately conical Egyptian headdress; and a broad band of gold, worn above the biceps of his muscular left arm.

Selena smiled at the obvious tent in the front of the male acolyte's loincloth. She had initiated her two thugs into the ways of Bastet, a little earlier, and they were now completely under the power of the goddess. "Remove your loincloth, then step into the bath and kneel before this female slave!" she commanded.

"Yes, Mistress!" he intoned, unclipping the garment and casually casting it aside, before climbing into the churning milky water and kneeling before Barbara, legs slightly parted.

Barbara stared, wide eyed, at the huge erection, as it bobbed up and down, mere inches from her face. "It must be almost ten zebos** (8-inches) in length and over two zebos (2-inches) in diameter," she thought, suitably impressed by his manhood. She was even starting to think in ancient terms. Dirk's hairy ballsack, hung full and heavy from the base of his magnificent staff.

"Take it in your mouth, slave Barbara," ordered Selena, with a smirk touching her lips. "Run your tongue and teeth over this magnificent example of manhood. Pay loving homage to it! Then I want you to take it all in, every last zebo!"

Barbara gasped, wide-eyed, but obediently wrapped her red-painted lips about the bulbous knob, without a word of protest. She could barely get the huge head past her wide-stretched jaws, her lips tightly stretched about the shaft, as she ran her tongue and gums about the throbbing man-meat.

"Mmmmm! Aaahhh!" Big Dirk groaned, gripping the back of Batgirl's head and pulling her warm, wet mouth onto him, as his hips began to jerk, pistoning in and out of her warm, wet, oral orifice.

"All the way, slut!" hissed Selena, rubbing three stiffened fingers up against Barbara's swollen clitoris, before entering her sex.

"Nnnnghh! Mmmnnn! Ahhhhh!" Barbara mumbled, writhing her hips with pleasure, while Dirk's penis prodded at the back of her throat, insistently. She tried to relax her throat muscles, trying not to gag, as he slowly inched his way deeper.

Soon, she was deep-throating him, while he grunted his pleasure, a look of animal lust on his craggy features. "Uh, uh, uh, uh...."

"Aaaahhhh!" With a loud gasp of delight, the former hoodlum came, spurt after spurt of creamy cum jetting down into the slave's stomach, as Barbara swallowed, desperately, her head starting to swim from the lack of oxygen.

Selina felt a flood of hot, sticky secretions flow over her submerged pistoning fingers, and she smiled to herself. "Now Batgirl is truly mine!" she purred, as Barbara's bulging, gulping esophagus, milked the last of Big Dirk's semen into her belly and he reluctantly withdrew his softening penis from her mouth.

Coughing and gasping for air, the former superheroine threw up into the churning waters.

"Will there be anything else, Mistress?" Dirk asked, his voice totally expressionless, once more.

"Not at the moment, Dirk!" Selena raised an arm and snapped her fingers. "Slave? Towel!" she commanded, as she rose up out of the water, like some ancient sea goddess rising from the depths.

Desperate Dan hurried forward, with a fluffy red bath towel, and draped it about his Mistress' sexy, nubile figure. He was dressed in a similar manner to Dirk. As she stepped, regally, from the churning water, he sank to his knees and began to dry his mistress' legs and feet, lovingly.

* 1 regular cubit, is the distance between the elbow and outstretched fingertips, and is approx. 470 mm. ** 1 zebo or digit, is the thickness of a finger, and is approx. 19.5 mm.

Monday, 9:45 am

"Eureka!" exclaimed Bruce Wayne, jumping to his feet.

"Huh?" grunted his youthful ward, Dick Grayson, pausing his snatch and jerk routine, and carefully placing the barbell, with its 150 pounds of attached weights, onto the weight support, above and slightly behind his head. "What is it, Bruce?" he panted, as he sat up on the gym mat. Dick was wearing just a pair of sneakers, white ankle socks, and a pair of gym shorts. His well-muscled body was covered in a slick sheen of sweat, the result of his fifteen minute energetic weights routine.

"I think we may have hit the jackpot, old chum!" replied the multi-millionaire industrialist, turning to face him, across the Batcave. "It seems that Gotham City decided to build a subway system, based on the London, England underground network, way back at the beginning of the twentieth century!" he explained.

Dick Grayson walked over to the Bat-computer, mopping the sweat from his face, with a hand-towel. He leant over to view the monitor screen. "Yeah, I think I read something about that, someplace? But didn't the whole scheme amount to little more than a hill of beans? Something about the local geological features being unsuitable for extensive, deep-level excavations?"

Bruce was suitably impressed. "Very good Dick, but what most people don't know, is that a quarter-mile length of test tunnel was completed, along with two subway stations! I don't think they ever got around to laying the track, or running a train between them, before the whole plan was abandoned."

"But what's this got to do with Catwoman's...?" Dick began, and then the penny dropped. "Of course! One of the subway stations was provisionally named 'Atlantic Street' wasn't it?" he exclaimed, excitedly.

"Exactly, old buddy! I'm currently trying to narrow down the exact location of the subway station, but it was somewhere on the south side of the city!"

"But surely they would have filled it all in?"

"You would have thought so, Dick," agreed his mentor, "but perhaps someone cut corners? Perhaps someone was on the make? Perhaps they just sealed off the entrance, but left the subway station more or less intact?"

"Yeah, and The Catwoman found out about it, somehow? Holy Moly, Bruce! This gives a whole new meaning to the term 'criminal underground'!"

Just then, Alfred appeared at the top of the staircase that led up into stately Wayne Manor. "Excuse me, Master Bruce, but I've just had Commissioner Gordon on the Bat-phone, enquiring about any progress in our investigation of Ms Gordon's latest abduction! He seemed extremely agitated, sir!"

"I'd better return his call, Alfred! Dick, can you keep an eye on the Bat-computer? It currently searching through all the old maps and schematics of the city, trying to pinpoint the location of the subway station."

Monday, 9:55 am

"Hello, Commissioner, I'm returning your call!"

"Batman! Thank goodness! What news do you have of my daughter? I've been going frantic with worry!"

"We don't believe she's in any immediate danger, Commissioner! We think she's in the hands of the Catwoman and her gang, and that she's still somewhere in Gotham City. We're zeroing in on the exact location, even as we speak!"

"I'll provide you with every available officer at my disposal, Caped Crusader!"

"No, Commissioner, that won't be necessary! A show of force might prove fatal for Barbara, if her abductors panic! Leave everything to Robin and myself... oh, and The Batgirl, of course!"

"Please save my little girl, Batman!" the Commissioner half-sobbed, obviously very distressed.

"We'll do our best, Jim!" Bruce replied, with a slight catch in his voice, before replacing the receiver.

Bruce picked up the standard telephone next to the red Bat-phone, and keyed in a local number. "Is that the Gotham City Central Library?" he enquired. He paused, listening to the switchboard operator's reply.

"Good! Could you put me through to Ms. Jennifer Goodbody, please? This is Bruce Wayne!" Another short pause. "Yes, THAT Bruce Wayne and yes, this IS a matter of extreme emergency!... Thank you!"

As he waited, Bruce drummed his fingers on the top of the telephone table.

"Hello, Bruce?" Jenny answered in a slightly tremulous voice. She still hadn't fully gotten over the shock of Brad's unwanted assault on her.

"Jenny? Can you get over to my place, right away! Things are finally moving on the abduction front!" There was a gasp of relief from the young blonde. "Oh, and can you stop by Barbara's place, on your way over, and pick up that 'special' outfit of hers? You know the one I mean?" He was reluctant to be any more specific, over an open telephone connection.

"Right, Bruce, I'm on my way!" she replied, without bothering to ask for further details.

-oOo-

As soon as she'd hung up the receiver, Jennifer grabbed her coat and purse, and headed for the door. "If Mr. Peabody complains, then tough shit!" she muttered to herself, rebelliously. "Barbara's well-being is more important than any fusty old job!"

Monday, 10:15 am

"You were right about the subway station being located on the south side of the city!" Dick announced, as Bruce slide down the Bat-pole to join him in the nerve center of the Bat-cave, noting that his mentor had changed into his Batman outfit. Dick had also changed into his Boy Wonder costume, a few minutes earlier.

"You've located it?" Bruce queried, hurrying over.

"Uh, huh! I found some old schematics and engineering drawings on a computer that I, er, hacked into, in the 'Gotham City Architecture and Planning Department'!"

Bruce gave him a disapproving look, then peered at the ancient map reproduced on the monitor screen. "Right in the heart of one of the most rundown districts," he murmured. "Slap dab in the middle of an old, abandoned industrial park!"

"Let's get over there, right away!" exclaimed Robin, pounding a gloved right fist on the desktop. "There's no time to loose!"

"Hold your horses, Boy Wonder! We've yet to discover the location of the entrance to the Felonious Female's lair! Let's check out some of those schematic drawings that you've illegally unearthed! They may give us a clue?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I forgot about that," Robin replied, looking a little crest-fallen.

"Anyway, I'm waiting for Sparrow to join us! A woman's intuition may prove to be invaluable?"

"Good thinking, Batman!" exclaimed the Boy Wonder. He had taken quite a shine to Sparrow, since she'd joined their vigilante team.

Monday, 10:45 am

"How do I look, guys?" Jenny asked, stepping out from behind the hastily erected privacy screen. It consisted of a length of suspended rope, with an old Indian blanket draped over it. She posed with her legs astride and her hands on her hips.

The two Caped Crusaders looked her over, appreciatively. Jennifer was wearing Barbara's old Bat-costume, a tight fitting Kevlar reinforced, black Latex catsuit, matched to black calf-length boots, cape and cowl. The cowl incorporated two pointed bat ears, with built in electronic sound amplifiers, and an eye-mask that, unlike Batman's outfit, did not cover the bridge of her nose. What she wasn't wearing, was Barbara's sturdy sports bra and briefs set. She'd forgotten to bring them along, in her haste, so she'd had to make do with her own flimsy panties and no bra.

"An excellent fit!" Batman declared, nodding. "You look just like the genuine article, Sparrow!"

"But why Batgirl's outfit?" Robin asked, with a puzzled frown. "Why not her own Sparrow costume?"

"Because we don't want anyone else making the connection between Barbara Gordon and the Batgirl! This way, no-one is going to take any notice of Catwoman or her cohorts, if they make any wild accusations about the Commissioner's daughter being The Batgirl, once they've been apprehended!"

"Genius, sheer genius!" exclaimed the Boy Wonder.

"Well, modesty forbids me to..." began the Dark Knight, with a smirk.

"Can we cut all the self-serving crap and go rescue Babs?" interrupted Sparrow, impatiently.

"To the Batmobile!" Batman said, with a look of acute embarrassment on his face.



Batgirl Enhanced Ch. 08



This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?).

In recent times, there seems to have been a huge upsurge in the use of cosmetic surgery and other medical techniques, to enhance the physical attributes that nature has bestowed upon us. Why should Batgirl be immune from such temptations?

Enjoy!

Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

Adventures Of Batgirl: Batgirl Enhanced

Chapter 8: The Rescue

Monday, 11:10 am

"Batman, I think I've found it!" Jenny called, excitedly. The crime-busting trio had been methodically searching a large sprawling expanse of old, abandoned, industrial wasteland, littered with heaps of rubble, burnt out stolen cars, and the remains of crumbling brick walls, rotting timbers and rusting ironwork. The Batmobile was parked on an access road, some two hundred yards distant, the nearest it could get to the search quadrant.

The Caped Crusader and Robin appeared around the end of the low crumbling stretch of stone wall, all that remained of some old industrial structure, that had either collapsed or been partially dismantled, at least fifty years previously. There, before them, in a rubble free area, were two large, heavily rusted, slightly buckled, adjacent steel plates, set in a framework in the ground, each with a large metal handle welded to it. The one sheet of metal appeared to contain a small keyhole, where it overlapped the other by several inches.

"Hmm, they certainly look like an entrance of some sort," conceded the Dark Knight.

Robin squatted and tugged at the handles. "They won't budge! Locked or rusted solid? What makes you think this is the entrance to the subway, Sparr... er, Batgirl?" he asked, looking up at his shapely female companion.

Jennifer pointed at the hinges, with a gloved finger. "Recently oiled!"

Robin turned to look at where she was pointing. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I never spotted that!"

"Stand aside, Robin!" Batman inserted the end of the short crowbar he had just removed from his utility belt, under the edge of the overlapping plate, near to the keyhole, and then stamped down on the other end, with his booted heel. There was a screech of tortured metal, then the lock sheared, with a bang, and the door sprang open, with a loud clang. He grabbed the handle and pulled the door fully open, to reveal a flight of tile-clad stone steps, leading down into the darkness beyond. "This is it!" he breathed.

"I just hope no one heard all that racket!" muttered the counterfeit Batgirl, less than impressed by the subtleness of the Caped Crusader's 'breaking and entering' technique.

As the Dynamic Trio crept down the wide, tiled stairwell, Batman pointed to the many footprints in the thick layer of dust. "Well used, and recently, too!" he whispered. He suddenly stopped and switched off his Bat-flashlight. "There are artificial lights just up ahead!" he hissed, placing a warning finger to his lips. "Better keep the noise down!"

Jennifer rolled her eyes up into her head, but didn't say anything.

The Dark Destroyer crept toward the bottom of the stairwell, where the tunnel opened out into a wide, illuminated area, the subway platform, according to the old schematic they had examined on the Bat-computer. There were several adjoining concrete and brick structures built at the rear of the railway platform, some with dilapidated wooden doors, with the paint peeling off, blocking their entrances. Batman expected to find Catwoman and her cohorts in there, somewhere? "God help them, if they've harmed a hair on Barbara's head!" he snarled, under his breath, with an unusual show of emotion.

Monday, 11:12 am

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah..." Barbara gasped, her forehead and forearms resting against the rough, unfinished internal brickwork, her shapely, naked breasts bouncing against her ribcage, with every powerful thrust from the shaven headed, powerfully built acolyte standing behind her, gripping her hips. She had been temporarily given to Big Dirk by the High Priestess of Bastet, as a reward for services rendered in her boudoir, and Dirk was determined to use the gorgeous handmaiden extensively, while he had the chance.

Her shapely naked ass was thrust out in the air, she having earlier removed her skimpy loincloth, at Dirk's hoarse command. His massive erection was firmly embedded in her anus. Her whole body was coated in a glistening sheen of sweat, as her hips thrust back to meet each plunging stroke, and she gasped with pleasure, each time his hairy balls slapped against the backs of her wide-spread thighs.

"You're... loving this... ain't ya, slut?" he gasped, as the muscles of her tight back passage, clutched his pistoning shaft. His large hands slipped under her raised arms, as he sought, and quickly located, her bullet hard, erect nipples.

"Nooooooo!" she cried, tears of self-loathing streaming down her face, leaving streaks of black kohl in their wake, shaking her head, vigorously, in self-denial.

He gripped each amazing nipple between a thumb and index finger, and then gave them a savage twist. "Don't lie to me, slave-bitch!" he snarled.

"Aaaggghhh! Yes! Yes, yes, yes..." she sobbed, writhing her shapely torso, in a mixture of agony and ecstasy, as her highly aroused body once more betrayed her moral principles.

A grin spread across his slightly swarthy features. "You truly are the whore of the High Priestess!" he exclaimed, before pumping into her ass with renewed enthusiasm.

Monday, 11:21 am

Batman had attained the bottom of the steps and cautiously poked his cowled head around the corner of the tile-clad wall, assessing the situation. The dimly-lit subway platform appeared deserted. To their right, the platform abruptly ended at a rough-hewn blank wall of rock. To their left, the stone-slabbed platform extended for about three hundred feet and was some thirty-feet wide, before dropping down onto the actual track, some four-feet below. Rusted track, fixed to rotting wooden sleepers, ran into a dark semi-circular tunnel, at the far end of the platform. To the rear of the subway terminal, several naked electric light bulbs hung, at intervals, from an electric cable, strung along the outer walls of what must have originally meant to be restrooms, a waiting room, a ticket office, shops, maintenance rooms, etc. A low humming noise, indicated the presence of an electrical generator, somewhere in the vicinity.

The lights reflected off the gleaming surface of the platform. Batman frowned. There was no sign of any significant dust or debris down here. Someone had obviously spent a great deal of time and effort, cleaning up the place. He crept out onto the platform, before signaling his two costumed companions to follow.

Slowly, half-crouching, the dynamic trio crept along in close Indian file, prepared to silently take out any member or members of Catwoman's gang who they might encounter. "Barbara must be in one of these rooms?" Jenny hissed.

"Ssh! What's that?" Batman said, halting and placing a cautioning finger to his lips. He had heard a voice emanating from behind the nearest closed door.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh! Yes, yes, yes, yessss!" The voice seemed to be that of an excited female.

"Barbara!" Jennifer cried, her blue eyes widening.

Before the others could stop her, she burst through the doorway, and came to an embarrassed halt. "Catwoman?" she gasped, going red-faced, as she recognized the bald-headed female. The High Priestess of Bastet was sprawled out, totally naked, on a huge bed, her raised knees splayed wide apart. Desperate Dan knelt between her thighs, lapping at her glistening, lewdly displayed, pussy, like a domestic cat lapping at a bowl of milk.

"Batgirl?" cried Desperate, wide-eyed, staggering to his feet, pussy juice glistening on his chin.

"That CAN'T be The Batbitch?" exclaimed Selina, with a comically confused look on her face. "Batgirl is already one of us!"

Dan took the opportunity to grab a wicked-looking bronze-bladed short sword from a wall display, just as Batman followed Batgirl into the room. "Shit!" he snarled, taking a wild slash at the Dark Angel, who just evaded the razor sharp blade. "HELP! Help, Dirk... Dirk? Get your fat ass in here!" he yelled, at the top of his panic-stricken voice.

Monday, 11:27 am

Big Dirk paused, with a troubled frown creasing his forehead, his huge erection embedded all the way into Barbara's sweet ass, as she writhed her hips and moaned with pleasure.

"Don't stop!" she wailed, her eyes flying open.

"Shut up, bitch! I thought I heard something?" he snarled.

The cry came again. "Dirk? Get your fat ass in here!"

"Shit! Dan's in trouble," he muttered, yanking his cock out of the Bat-slut's ass, and heading for the door, his glistening erection bobbing up and down. As he ran outside, he just caught a glimpse of Robin, The Boy Wonder, entering his High Priestess' boudoir. Looking around, wildly, he grabbed a long-handled mop that had been leaning against the wall, and ran in after him.

Monday, 11:30 am

While Batman made a grab for the slippery, naked Catwoman (slippery in more ways than one and naked, apart from her dangling gold earrings), Jenny just evaded another lunging thrust from Dan, the bronze blade of his ceremonial sword, glancing off the side of her Kevlar breastplate. She quickly stepped in close and caught his outstretched sword arm, above and below the elbow, yanking it back against the joint. He hardly had time to yelp with pain, before she straight-arm hoisted him up and backward. With a wail of fear and surprise, he was propelled backward through the air, to slam into the wall, with a loud smack and a cry of pain, before sliding to the floor, consciousness.

Selina twisted out of Batman's grasp like a freshly caught salmon, and one shapely leg shot out, catching him square in the chest. "Take that, Despoiler of the Inner Sanctum!" she snarled.

"Umpphh!"

As the Caped Crusader staggered back, Selina made a grab for her Cat-whip, which lay on a side table.

"Watch out, Batman, she's going for...."

Thwack!

Robin's warning was cut short, as the mop handle swung down and struck him on the back of the head, and snapped in half. The Boy Wonder crumpled to the floor, out for the count.

"Robin?" Batman cried anxiously, half-turning toward the Boy Wonder, and seeing the loincloth clad Big Dirk looming over his young ward, preparing to administer a wicked kick to his ribs.

Swisssh! Crack!

The whiplash wrapped around Batman's chest, pinning both arms to his sides and yanking him around to face the naked Selina, who started to haul in the Caped Crusader, like a catch on a fisherman's line.

Sparrow also saw the second thug preparing to put the sandal in. "Noooo!" she cried, as she dived for Big Dirk's knees, wrapping her arms about them and causing him to stagger backward, before bringing him down, just outside the open doorway. They then proceeded to roll around on the subway platform, grunting and gasping, as they each fought for supremacy.

Batman prepared to evade any blows or kicks, but to his surprise, Catwoman quickly stepped forward and ran her hands up over his Kevlar covered chest, and then entwined her arms about his neck. "I've alwaysss wanted to be apprehended by a big sssstrong bat like you!" she purred, sibilantly, draping one shapely limb over his hip and pulling him even closer.

"What are you up to, you feline fiend?" Batman cried, struggling to break free from the coils of the whip, as she pulled his face down to hers and their lips met. Batman felt a jolt, like an electric shock, and he started to tingle all over. He felt himself becoming more and more aroused by the second, and he started to passionately kiss her back, his growing erection pressing against the front of his Bat-briefs.

Their mouths finally parted. "Are you just glad to sssee me, or is thissss a new addition to your Bat-arsssenal?" the feline temptress purred, running her hand over the prominent bulge in his costume briefs.

She deliberately fell backward onto the bed, dragging the costumed crime-fighter down with her. "I'm at your mercy, Big Boy!" she murmured, as his hands started to grope her heaving breasts. "Pleassse be gentle with me!"

Using his superior size and strength, Big Dirk had managed to clamber on top of Jenny, sitting astride her hips and pinning her hands to the platform. "How about a little kiss, Bat-bitch?" he growled, with a triumphant leer on his face.

"No way, you big lug!" she panted, twisting her face to one side, as he tried to kiss her, whilst uncomfortably aware of his erection pressing against her stomach.

He pinned both wrists above her head with one hand, then gripped her jaw with the other, pulling it around until he could clamp his mouth over hers.

"Noooo! Nnnngghh! Mmmnnn!" she gasped, as he forced his tongue into her mouth, kissing her, passionately. As her struggles weakened, he moved his free hand between her thighs, rubbing at the tightly stretched crotch of her Bat-costume. "Nnnnngghh!" she gasped, squirming under him.

"Lemme go!" she panted, as soon as their kiss came to an end.

Big Dirk ignored Batgirl's words. He was too busy trying to figure out how to get the Bat-costume off her!

Monday, 11:32 am

Barbara rested her damp forehead against the wall for several minutes, gasping for breath, as her shuddering body slowly came down from its sexual high. Finally she bent down and retrieved her discarded loincloth and clipped it about her shapely hips. "W-What happened to Dirk?" she wondered, peering about, as her mind finally started to function coherently.

She tottered over to open doorway and peered outside. She saw Big Dirk wrestling with...? Barbara blinked with surprise. The brawny acolyte's opponent looked like Batgirl? Dirk had the Dark Angel pinned to the platform and he was... "He's kissing her, the bastard!" she snarled.

She ran up behind him and, with a well-placed karate chop to the side of his thick neck, sent the muscle-bound hoodlum into the land of nod. With a low groan, he tumbled sideways, off the girl, who stared up at her rescuer, wide-eyed, behind her Batmask.

"Barbara?" the costumed vigilante gasped, her bosom heaving, fetchingly.

"Jen?"

"Uh, huh!" the Batgirl confirmed, rising to her feet, one hand rubbing her shapely ass. "I shall have a bruise there, for a week!" she grumbled, and then brightened. "I must say, I like the new outfit, Barbara?" she added, taking in the skimpy loincloth and sandals. "Very fetching!"

Barbara ignored the sarcastic remark. "What are you...? Oh, you've come to rescue me, haven't you?" she continued. Her eyes narrowed. "There are two more of them; Catwoman and a muscle-bound moron, named Dan!"

"Batman is taking care of Ms Kyle!" Jenny replied, nodding toward the open doorway of the Priestess' boudoir.

"I'd better go see if he needs any help?" Barbara growled. "Catwoman seems to have developed a strange power over both men and women, of late? Whatever you do, don't let that feline femme fatale touch you, Jen!"

Jenny nodded, and they both entered the lair of the Catwoman, to be greeted by the sight of a pale, hairy, male ass, bucking up and down, between Selina's widespread thighs. Batman's costume tights were tangled up about his ankles.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh..." Batman grunted, before thrusting into the High Priestess' sopping pussy, one last time. "Aaaaaahhh!" he gasped, as he climaxed, shooting his hot, feral load deep into the High Priestess' clutching cunt.

"Yessssss!" Selina cried, triumphantly, clutching at his back, her sharp fingernails leaving bloody trails over his muscular shoulders. Soon the Bat-moron would be hers!

"Check out Robin and Desperate, Batgirl!" Barbara ordered Jenny, who reluctantly dragged her eyes away from Batman's huge dripping erection, as he withdrew it from Catwoman's sopping quim.

"On your feet, Batman!" growled Barbara, stooping to pick up the discarded whip. "Then slowly back away from her!"

As he complied, with a bewildered look on his face, Barbara looked down at Selina and hefted the whip, threateningly. "Slowly remove the earrings and place them to one side, Selina!" she ordered.

Selina gave her a look of utter contempt. "What if I don't wish to?"

"Then I'll have to whip you into submission, and you wouldn't like that, Ms. Kyle!"

Catwoman nodded, then slowly, reluctantly, she removed the 'Earrings of Bastet' and placed them to one side.

Barbara heaved a huge sigh of relief. "You can cuff her now, Batman!" she ordered.

As he hauled the feline temptress to her feet and slipped the Bat-cuffs about her wrists, Selina stared at Barbara, with a puzzled look on her face. "If she's the REAL Batgirl," she asked, nodding toward Jennifer, "then who the hell are you?"

"Barbara Gordon, of course! I must admit that I do like to dress up as my hero, though!" Barbara replied, straight-faced. "I thought my overtly sexy Batcostume, or these..." she hefted her surgically enhanced tits, "would have been a dead giveaway though?"

Catwoman face became flushed. "Drat! Next time, I won't make the same mistake!" she snarled, wishing she had her razor sharp Cat-claws handy.

There was a loud groan from over by the doorway. "Holy Splitting Headache! What fell on me?" exclaimed the Boy Wonder, clutching the blooded back of his head, as Batgirl helped him slowly to his feet. He stared over at the near naked figure of Barbara Gordon, wide-eyed with wonder. "Have I died and gone to heaven?" he asked, ogling her enhanced mammaries and their still hard nipples.



Batgirl Enhanced Ch. 09



This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?).

In recent times, there seems to have been a huge upsurge in the use of cosmetic surgery and other medical techniques, to enhance the physical attributes that nature has bestowed upon us. Why should Batgirl be immune from such temptations?

Enjoy!

Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

Adventures Of Batgirl: Batgirl Enhanced

Chapter 9: Normal Service Will Be Resumed As Soon As Possible

Monday, 6:00 pm

Commissioner Jim Gordon shook Batman's hand one last time. "I can't thank you enough, Caped Crusader!" he exclaimed, tears glistening in his gray-blue eyes. "I-I thought I'd lost my little girl for good, this time!" He glanced over at Barbara, who had a large blanket wrapped around her near naked body, to preserve her modesty. "Are you sure you're all right, dear?" he asked, anxiously.

She gave him a worn smile. "I'm fine, Daddy, thanks to Batman, Robin and the Batgirl, here!" She turned to smile at Jennifer, still disguised as The Batgirl.

"What I can't get my head round, is all this Ancient Egyptian stuff?" the Commissioner added, a puzzled frown creasing his brow.

"We think that the evil Ms. Kyle, was in the process of setting up some sort of religious cat cult?" explained Batgirl. "As soon as the proceeds of the bank robbery were converted into ready cash to fund her grandiose scheme, she would have proceeded to indoctrinate many others into her weird criminal sect, no doubt leading to a major crime wave throughout the city and the rest of the state?"

"Well, she won't be starting up no mystical cult now, to be sure!" declared Chief O'Hara, in his thick Irish brogue. Selina and her two muscle-bound henchmen, were safely locked up in the holding cells, down in the basement of GCPD Headquarters building.

The Commissioner of Police glanced over at Batgirl and smiled. "I'm glad to see you've reverted to your old, more modest costume, young lady!" he told her. "I have to admit, that other outfit left far too little to the fevered imagination of me and my men!"

Jenny smiled back. "Yes, it was a little too revealing, Commissioner!" she agreed.

"We'll see that your daughter gets home safely, Commissioner!" Batman said, squeezing Jim Gordon's shoulder. "She'll be perfectly safe with us!"

"Thank you, old friend!" Jim replied, gratefully, with a lump in his throat. "Thank you all! Gotham City couldn't be in safer hands."

-oOo-

Outside, in the police parking lot, Jennifer volunteered to accompany Barbara back to her place, in a taxicab. "We don't want anyone spotting the Batmobile parked up outside Barbara's apartment building, now do we?" she pointed out to the Caped Crusaders, as they both went to protest.

"Hmm, very well!" Batman reluctantly agreed, unable to see a flaw in her logic. "Take good care of her, Jennifer!" he insisted. "We don't yet know how much this whole, weird experience may have affected her?"

"Stop talking as if I wasn't here! I'll be fine!" Barbara insisted, thankful that no one had noticed the small gold casket that she was clutching to herself, beneath the folds of her thick blanket.

Jennifer walked out to the street, placed two fingers in her mouth, and gave a piercing whistle. Seconds later, a yellow cab swung over to the curb and braked to a halt.

Monday, 8:15 pm

Barbara had finally finished recounting her adventures to her blonde girlfriend, and Jennifer had finally coaxed her into retiring for the night to get some much-needed sleep. Throughout their conversation, Barbara had insisted on keeping the smelly old blanket wrapped about herself, despite Jen's objections.

"Goodnight, Jen!" Barbara said, a slight smile touching her crimson-painted lips, the blanket still wrapped about her spectacular frame. She blew Jen a parting kiss. "See you in the morning!"

"Goodnight, lover! Oh, by the way, do you mind if I slip out of this Batcostume and take a quick shower? I'll also need to borrow some of your clothes to go home in, if that's alright with you?"

"Sure, no problem! Help yourself! Just try not to wake me up, huh?"

Monday, 8:33 pm

Jennifer gave Barbara fifteen minutes to fall asleep, then crept through the darkened bedroom and into the bathroom. She quietly closed the door, and then switched on the light, before turning on the shower spray and adjusting the temperature to a comfortable warmth.

"I sure needed this!" she groaned, stripping the Batgirl costume from her shapely frame and stepping under the warm water jets. She quickly raised a creamy lather all over her body, then stepped under the needle-spray, to wash away all the accumulated sweat and grime, happily humming to herself.

As she turned her face up to the refreshing spray, she failed to hear the shower door quietly slide open behind her She gave a start and a gasp of surprise, as two arms slipped under her own, and two hands cupped her small but shapely breasts. She spun around. "Barbara!" she gasped, as her naked friend and lover slipped into the cubicle beside her.

"You don't mind if I join you, do you?" Babs murmured, huskily, her hands sliding down Jenny's back, onto her shapely buttocks, pulling her closer.

Jenny smiled, broadly. "What a silly question!" she retorted, her hands rising to caress Barbara's fantastic new boobs. Her girlfriend's amazing nipples were already hard and fully erect. Their lips met, in a slow, sensuous kiss, as the two women began rubbing their naked bodies against one another. Within a matter of seconds, Jennifer's body seemed to be on fire, her nipples and pussy tingling, as if an electric current was passing through them.

Finally their lips broke apart, both girls coughing and gasping for air. "I missed you, Jen!" Barbara murmured. Her big green eyes locked onto Jennifer's blue ones, as she caught her breath.

"Mmm, me too!" the blonde replied, eyes closed, squirming her crotch up against Barbara's. She had never felt so hot and horny in all her life. Her eyelashes fluttered open and she caught the glint of gold through the falling water. "I like your earrings, Barbara," she murmured, happily, as her fingers started to rub, urgently, against her lover's pussy. Their lips met, in another passionate lover's kiss, the prelude to another night of passion.

Tuesday, 9:10 am

Brad Fleming glanced up, as someone entered his office, unannounced. His eyes lit up, as they took in the ravishing creature in the short black dress, who stood before him. "Barbara, you're back!" he exclaimed, unnecessarily, with a broad smirk on his handsome face.

"Hello, Brad!" she replied, in an unusually husky voice. "You look glad to see me!" she added, staring at the prominent tent that was already forming in the front of his tight pants.

Brad followed her gaze and blushed slightly, then brought his eyes back to the vision in front of him. Gone was her usual dowdy, almost shapeless business suit, to be replaced by a sexy, low-cut, black number, with bootlace thin shoulder straps and a skirt that ended a good twelve-inches above her knees. It appeared to be made of stretch Lycra, and clung to her every curve. "Who can blame it," he murmured to himself. The Deputy Head Librarian looked fantastic!

"Er, how are you feeling now?" he asked, loosening his tie a little. All of a sudden, he was finding it difficult to breath.

"Raring to get back on the job, if you know what I mean?" she replied, with a smile, reaching up and taking off her thick-rimmed spectacles, before carefully folding them up and placing them on top of his file cabinet.

He swallowed hard, as she turned her smoldering look back on him. There was an unmistakable, predatory gleam in Barbara's big green eyes.

He cleared his throat. "I, ah, I missed our little sessions while you were away in the hospital!" he said, slightly nervously. Her smile soothed his nerves, somewhat. "Are you, ah, wearing my favorite open-crotch panties today?" he added, with a crooked grin, as his cockiness returned.

"Oh, better than that, lover!" she murmured, walking around his desk, her hips swaying, sexily. She stopped behind him, then spun his chair around, so that he was facing her once more. "Let's give this little fellow his freedom, he's been struggling so hard to get out?" she murmured.

Before Brad had time to reply, she had reached out and yanked down the zip of his fly, and plunged her hand inside the front of his pants.

"Hey, stop that, for chrissakes! Someone might come along and catch us!" he gasped, nervously peering over his shoulder, at the open doorway, as she pulled his semi-erect penis from the restrictive confines of his briefs.

"Then they'll just have to wait their turn!" she replied, hiking her skirt up about her slim waist, before straddling his thighs.

Brad's eyes bulged, as he turned back to her. Barbara wasn't wearing any panties, crotchless or otherwise, just black, lace-topped stockings that ended just short of her clean-shaven crotch. "Barbara, pleassse! We can't do it here!" he gasped, as she gripped his cock in her fist and quickly jerked it into full erection, before positioned the glans at the entrance to her glistening pink pussy.

"Too late!" she murmured, as she slid her hips forward and downward, impaling herself on his throbbing member. "Aaaaahhh!" She threw her head back and gave a loud sigh of pleasure, as his fat cock filled her vagina, and the aching emptiness went away. "I've really missed this!"

"Oh Jesus!" he gasped, as he watched her hips start to rise and fall, sliding his fat cock in and out between her tightly stretched pussy lips. "Please, Barbara!" he groaned, in desperation. His whole body seemed to be tingling with desire. His penis felt as if it was on fire! He had never felt so completely aroused.

She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and pulled out her naked breasts, hefting them in her palms. "How do you like these, Big Boy?" she enquired, seeing the startled look on his face. Then, without waiting for his reply, she brought her lips down over his, in a long, passionate French kiss.

Finally, the kiss came to an end and their mouths parted, both of them gasping for air. He watched his cock sliding in and out of her wide-stretched gash, as she continued to hump him, like a 'thousand dollars a night' hooker. He looked up and noticed her gold jewelry for the first time. "Nice earrings," he panted. "Cats aren't they?"

"Uh, huh!" Barbara gasped, eyes closed, arching her back and thrusting her shapely new breasts into his face. She could sense her fast approaching orgasm and thrust down on him, harder and faster, writhing her hips from side to side, to maximize the delicious sensations.

With a low groan, Brad climaxed, spurting hot wads of cum into her sopping pussy.

Normal service had been resumed!

End

Author's Historic Notes:

Bastet (or Bast as she is sometimes known), was the Ancient Egyptian cat goddess, whose cult was centered in Bubastis, (called Per-Bast, or House of Bast, by the Egyptians), a city in the region of the Nile delta. Bastet, like Sekhmet, was claimed to be the daughter of the sun god, Ra, and she was the protector of cats and all those who took care of cats.

She was, amongst other things, the Egyptian goddess of joy, music, and dance! Rituals honoring Bastet included noisy, joyous barge processions along the Nile, and various orgiastic ceremonies. She was also the goddess of good health, protecting her followers against disease and evil spirits. The cult of Bastet can be traced back to about 3200 BC, and she became a national deity when Bubastis became the capital of Egypt in about 950 BC.

Legends say that Bastet accompanied the boat of Ra, on its daily journey through the heavens, and that, at night, she fought the serpent Apep, the sworn enemy of Ra. Bastet is usually depicted as either a cat-headed woman or as a domestic cat. Often, in either form, there are kittens at her feet.

There was a popular concept amongst the women of those times, that the ideal beauty was that of the cat. The make-up they used, accentuated particular facial features, especially the eyes, which gave them a mysterious cat-like appearance.

A priestess of Bastet, is usually shown wearing a costume that is predominantly red in color, like the goddess herself, who was sometimes referred to as 'the Lady in the Red Clothes'.

Is this the end of our Crusading Cutie's sexy adventures? Will the Dark Damsel continue to amaze and arouse us? Of course she will! Tune in for the next exciting adventure - Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel.